MTL - I Broke Through Again-Chapter 4 break through the storm

  Chapter 4 Breaking the Storm

   Xianyang City.

   In the central area adjacent to Xianyang Palace, there is another large-scale mansion.

  The prime minister of the Qin state, Lu Buwei, the most accomplished member of the miscellaneous family, sat in the main hall of the mansion.

   "Wei Yang, tell me the process of welcoming the prince's return."

   Lu Buwei was wearing a silver-grey robe. His body frame was large, but he was not burly. He was tall but looked thin. Sitting there was very imposing and motionless.

   An old man knelt on his lower chief.

   This old man is the one who sneaked into Handan and brought Zhao Huaizhong back.

  His name was Wei Yang, and Lu Buwei was highly regarded by his diners.

   When Lu Buwei finished his words, he presented a scroll of bamboo slips: "Master Xiang has been out for several days and is not in Xianyang. Wei Yang is afraid that he has missed something. He has recorded the process of welcoming the prince's return in advance. Please watch it."

  Lu Buwei took it in his hand and looked down, his face was calm and calm, without the slightest change in expression.

   He read very fast. After scanning his eyes once, he raised his head and said, "The prince can see through the problem of the ghost daughter without contacting the practice?"

   His voice was low and sweet.

   "That's right, the prince is calm in the face of things, and his heart is generous but decisive. It is really rare to be able to maintain such a heart in Zhao State. As long as it takes time, it will be a blessing for me, Daqin.

  It’s just…”

   Wei Yang continued under the watchful eye of Lu Buwei: "It's just that the prince has been in Zhao Wei for several years, and his body lacks the source. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to make great achievements in practice."

  Lv Buwei was still in his calm appearance, and said slowly, "Are you sure?"

   "On the way back, I personally investigated the physiques of the monarchs, only to find that there are hidden worries in their bodies that are hard to get rid of."

   Wei Yang was silent when he stopped.

  Other things, with Lu Buwei's mentality and intelligence, of course he couldn't see it.

  Lu Buwei took a last glance at the bamboo slip in his hand: "It seems that my expectations were too high..." So he threw the bamboo slip aside.

   He got up from his seat: "Send the news we know and order someone to send a copy to Xiuli."

   "No." Wei Yang replied.

  ——

   "The news sent by Prime Minister Lu said that the son of the king and the queen of Zhao was destroyed by someone while the Zhao State was a hostage?"

   A gentle voice sounded in the Qinyang Hall of Xianyang Palace.

  The owner of the voice is a graceful woman who sits at the table.

   This woman has beautiful facial features, and her skin is as white as jade, especially a pair of long legs that even a multi-layered palace dress cannot hide.

  She tied her long hair in a high bun at the back of her head, looking like a cloud from the sides. Wearing the usual black coat and light yellow inner shirt of Qin Palace, there is a hint of feminine gentleness and charm in the dignity.

   This is another favorite concubine of King Zhuangxiang, and also the biological mother of his second son Chengcang—Mrs. Xiuli.

   There were two close maids standing beside her.

   One of them replied: "The message that was sent did say so."

  Xiu Xiu pursed her lips slightly, smiled imperceptibly, and said calmly: "Even if the son of Empress Zhao was not harmed by the Zhao people, but he spent many years as a hostage outside, wasting his time in vain.

  The waitress leaned over slightly and said in agreement, "Now that Empress Zhao's son is injured, he is far inferior to the son."

   Mrs. Xiuli nodded lightly and finally laughed.

  …

   King Zhuangxiang pointed in front of his finger: "Look at that stone wall."

On both sides of the stone wall in front of   , there are the spiritual seats of the deceased ancestors of the Qin state, and in the center, stands a huge stone pillar.

  Its color is light blue, and its breath is ancient and vast, and the bricks are built up one by one, as if they can be stabbed into the sky.

   At a glance, the entire surface of the stone pillar is inscribed with countless seal scripts and lines of rare birds and animals, carrying unknown contents.

   "My clan has gained a lot from this giant pillar on the stone wall, including the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, cultivation, farming and other techniques. More than half of it comes from the inheritance records on this stone pillar." King Zhuangxiang said.

   "Huai'er, the stone temple you saw, called the ancestral temple, is actually an ancient deity.

  Since the battle of Zhuolu, the emperor and Chiyou were fighting for these remnants of the stone palace. It is rumored that the most core content on it contains the mystery of longevity, which can climb to Sendai and transcend life and death.

  The stone hall is heavily guarded outside, and only the successive lords of the Qin Dynasty and the crown prince can enter the hall.

   Huaier, after you go out, even your mother cannot tell the details of the palace. "

   Zhao Huaizhong was surprised: "Beyond life and death?"

   King Zhuangxiang: "Yes, it is said that when the stone pillar is complete, it is connected to the residence of the immortals. In ancient times, the stone pillar was a sacrificial vessel, and if you sacrificed it, you could get the immortal's response.

  It’s a pity that the stone pillar was broken, and I, Daqin, only got the base part of it, and using it to sacrifice, the legend of the immortals in heaven can no longer be realized. "

   King Zhuangxiang said again: "The other ruins of this stone temple are scattered in the hands of the six kingdoms.

  The six kingdoms and I, Daqin, started from this, and only then can we share the world. "

  The center of Zhao Huai moved: The reason why this world is different from what we know is because these stone walls and ruins have led the world to a different direction from the earth in later generations?

   King Zhuangxiang: "Part of the content on the stone pillar has been mastered by our ancestors.

  There are ancestors who practiced according to their own methods, and were close to the realm of detachment, almost no different from the fairy. "

   After he finished speaking, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms that looked like jasper carvings, crystal and warm:

   "This brief book records the rubbing content of the Sendai chapter. It is for my father to explain it to you in detail. My son can refer to the original text of the stone wall for a preliminary understanding of the practice."

   Zhao Huaizhong was inexplicably excited.

  In this world where supernatural power exists, only by mastering the real power can we survive better!

   He immediately captured his attention as King Zhuangxiang pointed at the bamboo slips and explained word by word, and listened intently.

   It must be known that in the few days since he returned to Xianyang, King Zhuangxiang has arranged a teacher for him, and the curriculum is full to fill up all aspects of knowledge.

   In addition to the memory inherited from his predecessor, even though it was the first time he came into contact with the content of the practice, he was not completely unfamiliar, so he could naturally try the practice according to the brief book.

   "The initial part of the Sendai chapter is not dangerous to me, the Qin family, and my son can practice with confidence."

  Zhao Huaizhong was immersed in the content of the brief book, and even King Zhuangxiang walked out of the stone hall without paying attention.

   Just as he was sitting on the ground, he began to think according to the content of the Sendai chapter, entrusted himself to the void, and communicated with the nature of heaven and earth, his body suddenly changed.

   The void beside him suddenly sounded, and the space seemed to be broken. At the level invisible to the naked eye, there was some substance contained in the void, which collapsed and began to pour into Zhao Huaizhong's body.

   Hu Hu Hu ~!

   Every time he breathes, he can draw a large amount of void matter into his body and integrate with his body.

The breath that poured in from his nose and mouth, and even every pore, gathered in his chest and abdomen, like rivers meeting the sea, then descended, passed through the lower abdomen to the caudal vertebra, rushed up to the back of the head, and then dived from the forehead and fell back to the At the chest and abdomen, complete a small weekly body run.

   It's just that Zhao Huaizhong's Zhoutian runs at an unusually fast speed.

  The aura gathered in his body gradually differentiated, probing into all parts of his body like tentacles, and it seemed that the ocean was constantly generating new tributaries, exploring every corner of his body.

  Suddenly, thousands of tributaries converged at his lower abdomen, and then fell dormant, gathering more and more, like a spring settling here, gushing out inexhaustible 'energy' to supply the whole body.

   Zhao Huaizhong opened his eyes and could clearly sense the changes in his body. He couldn't help but wonder:

   "Daddy Cheap said before explaining that it takes at least half a year to form a fairy magic spring in the body. How long can I practice for an hour?

  This speed…”

  Zhao Huaizhong picked up a pinch of Tooth Flower Seeds, his heart moved slightly, and he tried to sense it in his body.

   suddenly found that it was running with the breath in his body, and at this moment it happened to be swimming in the newly formed fairy magic spring in his lower abdomen.

   "My cultivation speed is related to its increase? When it is entrenched in Dantian, it can increase the quality and frequency of capturing the breath of heaven and earth."

   Zhao Huaizhong thought for a while, and then looked at the second layer of the Sendai chapter recorded on the bamboo slip in his hand.

   Then close your eyes again and continue your practice.

   There is no clear record in history about Cheng Chong's mother, so we chose Mrs. Xiu, who is relatively well-known. Also: Say it again, this is not a historical novel

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   (end of this chapter)