Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 2 Prince of the Palace, there are also gaps

There is a Qianjian Lake in the Jubei Palace.

It is rumored that ten years ago, an old sword master who was only one step away from being promoted to the fourth rank of innate came to King Jubei to borrow books.

King Beibei arranged for him to live in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and released the news that the old sword master would choose one person to compete with each other every day.

All of a sudden, swordsmen from the entire Chu Kingdom set off one after another, rushing to Bingzhou where the Jubei Palace was located.

But the old sword master has a strange rule, he only reads one cheat book every day, and every time he makes a move, he will lower his cultivation level to the same level as his opponent, and only use the sword moves in the book that he learned that day to compete with others .

No spectators are allowed in sparring.

If the challenger loses, he has to throw the sword into the lake outside the Sutra Pavilion.

Three years later, the old sword master read a lot of books, realized his own way of swordsmanship from it, and successfully promoted to the fourth rank of innate star-picking realm.

In the past three years, he has competed with thousands of people without any defeat.

There are also thousands of sharp swords under the lake outside the Sutra Pavilion, hence the name Qianjian Lake.

As the fourth son of the palace, Jiang Qingyu naturally knew that the legend was true.

When the old sword master surnamed Yu was borrowing books at the Cangjing Pavilion, the whole Bingzhou was full of uproar, and there was an endless stream of guests.

King Rejecting Bei and his second wife Jiang Jing wanted their son Jiang Qingjian to worship under the old sword master more than once.

But the old Juggernaut refused all of them on the grounds that "accepting apprentices will make his sword heart impure".

As for Jiang Qingyu...

Although he and the old sword master surnamed Yu have never met face to face, but every time in the dead of night, when he sleeps on the couch, he always catches up with the old sword master after reading a book and discussing with others.

At that time, he had just learned the technique of fugue in the "Dream Sutra", and when he saw someone competing, he couldn't help but get out of his body and go to watch the battle.

It can be said that he is the only lucky one who watched the old sword master thousands of shots.

Moreover, since the master of the third innate level has not broken free from the shackles of mortals and cannot see the human soul, he can be sure that the old sword master has not found himself.

"It would be great if the old sword master could leave behind his practice skills before leaving the palace."

On the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, standing in front of a row of bookshelves with more than a dozen floors, Jiang Qingyu, who has "difficulty in choosing", suddenly flashed such a thought that was tantamount to wishful thinking.

The Jubei Palace searched for more than [-]% of the exercises in the entire rivers and lakes. Every book on the fourth floor is written by a congenital master, and it is worth at least a few hundred taels of gold outside.

But innate masters are also divided into five grades:
Fate star, bright moon, bright sun, picking stars, raising dragons.

Each product is separated by a mountain and sea.

The founder of the most valuable book "Drinking Blood Jue" on the fourth shelf of the Sutra Pavilion is just an evil cultivator who was born in the second level of the Bright Moon Realm.

With such a character, the old sword master was able to cut seven or eight with one sword when he was in the third-rank Luminous Sun Realm.

"There are six floors in the Sutra Pavilion in the palace, and the top two floors must have the exercises written by the third-rank congenital, but I don't have my father's warrant now, so it's not easy to go up."

As for the innate fourth-grade star-picking realm, each of them is a legend that the dragon sees its head but never ends, transcending the secular imperial power.

Therefore, every emperor of the Chu Kingdom would not allow any courtiers to privately hide secret books that can cultivate to the fourth rank of innate.

Rejecting North Palace is no exception.

"The emperor of Chu is very suspicious. There are many royal eyeliners inside and outside the palace. Even if the old sword master has left his skills, he will be secretly hidden by his father."

"But did he really leave behind his exercises?"

Jiang Qingyu expressed deep doubts about this.

If the old sword sage left behind his skills, then the most qualified person in the palace to practice is the second son Jiang Qingjian, who was rejected by both the Northern King and the second wife.

But Jiang Qingyu can conclude that his second brother is not the successor of the Sword Master.

He once had his soul out of his body in the middle of the night, and sneaked into the incense burner yard to observe Jiang Qingjian's practice, but the other party's major was double swords, not the one-handed sword of the old sword master surnamed Yu.

"What is the fourth son looking for, do you need the old man's help?"

At that time, an old man in gray robe with a broken right arm came to Jiang Qingyu's side.

The old man's name was Jiang Shan, and he was a pioneer in the tent of the King of the North in the early years. Later, he was wounded on the battlefield, and was dragged to the palace by the King of the North, where he arranged a job to guard the Sutra Pavilion.

"Uncle Jiang Shan."

Jiang Qingyu saluted neither humble nor overbearing:
"I want to find a book of martial arts that suits me."

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Shan's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise:
"Why does Fourth Young Master suddenly remember that he wants to practice martial arts?"

Jiang Qingyu replied:
"It's boring to stay in the palace all day, so I want to go out for a walk, but I heard that it's dangerous outside, so I thought to practice a little martial arts first, maybe I can save my life at a critical moment."

This reason made Jiang Shan a little dumbfounded:
"Fourth son, martial arts cultivation is like converging into the sea, and it cannot be achieved overnight. The acquired realm focuses on tempering the body, and at your age, the bones have basically been finalized. Forcibly cultivating, you will pay dozens of times more than ordinary people and eat dozens of times more food." Bitter...or else, just forget it."

"My lord, you don't have to worry. If you really go out for a trip, the prince will definitely arrange some good men to protect you secretly. I don't think there will be any major incidents."

"After all, how many people in the entire Chu Kingdom dare to kill the son of the Prince of the North?"

Jiang Qingyu smiled helplessly.

What is this called?
Uncle Jiang Shan, haven't you heard a saying that is widely circulated in the outside world?
There is also a gap for the prince's son.

There must be very few people in the entire Chu Kingdom who dared to kill Jiang Qingjian, the second son of the North Palace, but who am I?

Jiang Qingyu, a lethargic idiot, does not study literature, does not practice martial arts, and has no real power, but has the same right to inherit the throne as the second son Jiang Qingjian!
I don't know how many people in the three states in the northern border are looking forward to my sudden death as soon as possible, so that the second brother can secure the position of the son of the world!
Among other things, the Jiang family in Yongzhou, where Jiang Qingjian's grandfather belongs, has tens of thousands of people sharpening their knives against him day and night!

"Uncle Jiang Shan, I want to go upstairs and have a look."

When she said this, Jiang Qingyu was ready to be rejected.

However, Jiang Shan didn't say no, instead he showed an expression like that:

"Young master, the prince has already ordered that if one day the fourth son wants to practice martial arts, he will have a chance to go to the sixth floor just like the second son."

Jiang Qingyu was a little surprised.

My father always treats me with an attitude of seeing and seeing. Although he doesn't deduct money, he doesn't have any rewards, and the number of times he comes to Ziyanyuan is also very few.

He actually greeted Jiang Shan in advance and allowed himself to go to the sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion?
Jiang Qingyu is not a fool, so naturally she would not refuse such a good thing:
"Then trouble uncle to lead the way."

Jiang Shan nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Jiang Qingyu followed closely behind.

However, when passing a bookshelf, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue book with the word "Drunken Sword" written on the cover.

Jiang Qingyu was deeply impressed by "Drunken Sword".

This is a martial skill created by a first-class swordsman in the star realm, and it was one of the thousand books borrowed by the old swordsman surnamed Yu back then.

That night, after the old sword sage finished reading "Drunken Sword", it was already late at night. When he was exchanging swordsmanship with a first-class swordsman on Qianjian Lake, he saw the old sword sage staggering like a drunken lunatic, holding a sword in his left hand. Pot of strong wine, holding a willow branch in his right hand as a sword, every time he takes a sip of wine, he will make a sword.

After twelve sword strikes, only half of the wine in the jug remained.

Then he drank the remaining half of the jug of wine, and swung the No.13 sword that he created on the basis of the twelve swords.

At that time, Jiang Qingyu's soul body was watching the battle from the sidelines.

It has to be admitted that the old man is worthy of the title of sword master.

That sword directly rolled up a wave of water tens of feet high, which almost flooded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The previous twelve swords combined were far inferior.

Jiang Qingyu took "Drunken Sword" from the bookshelf and asked:

"correct."

"Uncle, do you know which floor the old sword master lived in when he was in the Sutra Pavilion ten years ago?"

Jiang Shan, who walked to the stairs, turned his head and saw this scene, and immediately saw through Jiang Qingyu's thoughts. He didn't hide anything, and said directly:

"Ah? That old senior."

"His old man lived on the fourth floor for two and a half years, and lived on the fifth floor for the last six months."

(End of this chapter)