Chapter 20

In Weiyang palace, ningchen sits on his bed and works the mental method on the golden paper.

"Eh, my real Qi"

aware of the emptiness of the meridians in my body, Ning Chen was puzzled and ran out of bed immediately to the room of lime.

"Sister lime, did you sleep?"

When he got to the lime room, Ning Chen saw that the light was still on, so he banged on the door and yelled.

In the room, as soon as she was undressed and ready to go to bed, when she heard the door call outside, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her head and went forward to open the door.

"What's the matter"

lime half opened the door, stood in front of the door, and had no good airway.

"You're going to sleep"

seeing lime in a white nightgown, Ning Chen is a little embarrassed. He can't get in. It's cold outside.

"I'm a eunuch, who I'm afraid of"

it turns out that Ning Chen has a thick face. He consciously pushes some of the doors and walks in boldly.

“……” Lime is speechless and doesn't understand what Ning Chen's face is made of.

"Sister lime, I'm really angry. Do you know what's going on?" Ning Chen sat down around the table and asked himself a question. There was something else yesterday. Could this thing be lost?

Lime body trembles and looks at Ning Chen in surprise. She thinks about it in her heart. She probably knows what's going on. This boy's mental skill must have been taught by the woman that night. However, to her surprise, with this guy's talent, it's a wonder that she can practice Qi so quickly.

"The cultivation of mental Dharma needs persistence, especially in the early stage. During the first three months of cultivation, no one dares to be distracted and practices day and night to stabilize the true Qi in the body"

speaking of this, lime's tone changes and says, "as for you, you don't expect to be successful in any climate, so just practice at will"

" Ning Chen feels that his heart is smashed into bean curd dregs. This is the face of red fruit. It's too bullying!

"I'm going back to bed. Goodbye!" Topic is ended, rather Chen mood is greatly bad, get up and then want to leave.

"No, I won't," she said casually as she sat down at the table.

Ning Chen, after struggling, sits back, pours a cup of tea and hands it to Qingling, and says, "sister Qingling, please tell me something about cultivation"

Qingling takes the tea, takes a sip and says, "what do you want to hear? "

" the level of cultivation, such as the golden elixir, Yuanying, Dujie, and so on, as well as whether the peerless strong can crack the earth and pick up the stars and set the sun with a wave of their hand, and whether they can live forever with a certain degree of cultivation, and... "

Ning Chen's eyes are blurred. In the infinite YY, he envies the characters in these books in his previous life. Now it's hard to hear that mental method exists, and true Qi is not deceiving. Can his great dream come true.

"Eh, sister lime, why don't you talk?" Said half a day later, Ning Chen found that lime sat there speechless, strange asked.

"Didn't you wake up?" The green lime swept an eye rather Chen, light way.

“……” Ning Chen knows that he is despised again.

"I don't know where you heard all these messy things. I haven't heard any of what you said, and I'm afraid no one else has heard it"

Ning Chen was depressed and asked, "how can you tell a master from a high master?"

"The day after tomorrow, and nature," replied the lime.

"That you are in what realm" rather Chen curiosity came up again.

Mu Chengxue said that she was stronger than lime. Of course, Ning Chen thought she was bragging all the time. Although he had never seen mu Chengxue attack, he had seen lime attack. He was still in a terrible mess after such a serious injury.

In comparison, mu Chengxue's achievements were a little worse. He went out twice, once saved by him, and another time he fainted, and he saved him.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen is more active, staring at the lime, waiting for the answer.

Ning Chen was disappointed. He thought that at least he could be a natural. However, mu Chengxue might be a high expert in the congenital realm, but he was born. He couldn't get away with it in the Imperial Palace and was injured again and again. It seems that no matter how high his kung fu is, he is afraid of the kitchen knife. There are many people in the imperial palace There are so many knives that no one can stand them.

Seeing Ning Chen's disappointed expression, she said, "do you know how many inborn strong people there are in the world?"

"How many?" Ning Chen asks without caring.

The lime calmly held out five fingers.

"So little?" This time, it's Ning Chen's turn to be surprised. He thought that nature is more like a dog, and the day after tomorrow he would go everywhere.

"You think the innate realm is so easy to achieve." after a pause, lime continued, "there are only five people who can succeed in this world who are trapped in the postnatal and the innate world, but they don't know how many"

"where are they?" Ningchen is a wonderful way."There are two Yongye deities, one in Daxia and one in gumeng royal court, and the last one is in duee temple in Southwest China"

"there is only one Daxia!" Ning Chen is a little disappointed. There are two Yongye religious sects. Even the duer temple, which doesn't know where it is, has one. It's really annoying that tangtangda only has one congenital strong one.

Qingling also introduces five inborn strongmen to Ning Chen one by one. These five strongmen of martial arts in the world are the Lord of the two halls of Yongye temple, the abbot of du'e temple, the dean of Da Xia Cang academy and the golden staff national teacher of the Royal Court of northern Mongolia.

Ning Chen is envious of listening, and his eyes are shining. What a resounding name it is. The most powerful martial arts in the world is just like this.

According to Qingling, the cultivation of dushengxue has not been born yet, but it should not be far behind.

"You haven't been practicing for a long time. Don't be lazy. If you don't know anything, you can ask me at any time." Qingling whispered. After weighing it in her heart, she thought the same way as Dusheng XueDa, only pointing out the cultivation of ningchen's mental method without teaching any moves.

Ning Chen, of course, doesn't know what she thinks, and is happy to find a good master. She smiles like a flower: "thank you, sister Qingling"

and gets a satisfactory answer. Ning Chen goes back contentedly and makes up her mind to practice the mental skills on the golden paper. Even if she can't be invincible, she can still keep fit, and then We have to find a chance to run.

It has to be said that Ning Chen's ambition is really not big. Of course, the main reason is that the enemy is too strong. An eldest grandson ate him so much that he had to put down his great ambition and concentrate on finding a chance to run.

Grandfather Mao once said that all reactionaries are paper tigers. Unfortunately, Chang sun is not a paper tiger, but a female tiger.

Seeing Ning Chen leave, the soft face of lime just shows a touch of sadness.

In fact, it's not difficult to infer that the woman Ning Chen took away that night was the assassin who had broken into the Imperial Palace twice. If you say something disrespectful, she doesn't care about the death of Xia Huang at all. The only person she cares about is her eldest grandson. Maybe, Mian Qiangqiang can add the boy just now.

It's just, how long can we hide this? Why does that woman teach Ning Chen mental method?

No one can know Ning Chen's situation better than her. If we only talk about her aptitude, it can definitely be regarded as a lot on the street. I'm sorry to say that her aptitude is ordinary.

However, it's incredible that this boy, who had been pestering her to practice martial arts more than ten days ago and knew nothing about martial arts, could cultivate his true Qi without being instructed.

In this world, martial arts are not Chinese cabbages. Just like reading books, there are countless people who have read books. But how many people can really be called scholars?

To put it simply, with Ning Chen's qualifications, even with the guidance of a good teacher, it will be three or five months before you want to cultivate true Qi. If you feel for it yourself, it really depends on God's will

A bold conjecture flashed in her mind, and she immediately shook her head. It should not be the book of heaven, because the book of heaven has been extinct for thousands of years, and each volume of the book of heaven can only be cultivated at the lowest level.

After thinking about it, she couldn't figure it out. She could only put down her doubts for a while and decided to have time to explore Ning Chen's meridians. As long as it wasn't the mental method that was harmful to her body, he would go.

Ning Chen doesn't know what Qingling thinks, otherwise he will lose his fright. A few days ago, at Ci'an pharmacy, he dared to ask the shopkeeper to feel his pulse because the shopkeeper already knew that he was a young eunuch who had just entered the palace. The time of purification was still short, and his pulse was normal without big changes.

However, Qingling is different. When wudaoxiu reaches the peak of the day after tomorrow, his perception of the internal meridians is far beyond ordinary people's ability. With a little attention, we can easily judge that he is a eunuch without Imperial Palace certification.

This night is destined to be an extraordinary one, but no matter how extraordinary it is, it is still in the past.

After daybreak, Qingling accompanied her eldest grandson to Tianyu hall. Today was the deadline given by the envoys of Zhenji Kingdom, and the officials of Daxia had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

Sangong, the leader of all officials, is as calm as usual, indifferent and detached, and does not participate in any court affairs.

Compared with Sangong's calmness, Baiguan's look was too dignified. Some old people's eyes were black with blood color in their eyes, which was obviously a lack of sleep.

Daxia's ministers may not be virtuous or talented, but they are rarely disloyal.

This huge empire, this invincible imperial dynasty, was fought down by more than 20 generations of monarchs and ministers. Every inch of the land is stained with the blood of generations. No matter what, no force will be allowed to invade half of it.

It is no accident that Daxia is powerful. After all, Mingjun is not born from generation to generation, and Xianchen is not born from generation to generation. But with this loyalty, Daxia has been invincible and proud for a thousand years.

The emperor of Xia and his eldest grandson are here. The envoys of xuanzhenji come to see him, and the empress and the emperor come out together, which represents the respect of foreign envoys. Daxia is proud, but pride is not arrogance. Daxia will never lack the proper etiquette.

The envoys of Zhenji Kingdom went to the temple with four companions. They were dressed luxuriantly and strangely, their heads were high, and their nostrils were going to the sky.There was a large space left in the main hall. The ministers stood on both sides, while the eldest grandson sat under the Xia emperor. Behind him stood a lime tree, looking at the envoys of Zhenji like an idiot.

"Emperor Xia, have you ever solved my problem?" The envoys of Zhenji Kingdom spoke with confidence.

"Messengers wait to know, come, banquet" Xia Huang calmly opening, way.

At the same time, Ling Ling frowned a little, lowered her head and said in his eldest grandson's ear, "lady, something is wrong. The messenger of the true Kingdom and the people he brought are all martial arts practitioners"

as soon as the eldest grandson's eyes narrowed, he knew what was going on.

"Go and call Ning Chen over"

"yes"

Qingling retreats quietly, and immediately rushes towards Weiyang palace

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