I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 62
Yuxi Palace is a dedicated abode.

After a great week of work, Jiajing stood up from the gossip stage refreshed, with his hands behind his back, looking refreshed.

"My lord, wait a moment, you can soak your feet soon."

Huang Jin stood beside the stove in the passage, with a wooden basin at his feet.

The wooden basin is made of freshly felled and dried pine wood, unpainted, not even tung oiled, it is white.The lower part of the foot is about one foot high, and the half with the handle is two feet high. Two round holes are cut in the top of the two-foot wooden board, so that the person rubbing the feet can put their hands through the holes. .

A large copper pot was burning on the stove in the passageway. Huang Jin reached out and touched the edge of the copper pot, and knew that the heat was just right, so he lifted the pot with his right hand, put his left hand into a round hole in the wooden basin, and held the pot with his right hand. One pot and one pot, walking towards Jiajing.

Historical records: The wooden tubs used by Emperor Jiajing to wash his feet were all made of freshly planed pine boards, which were neither painted nor oiled.

A wooden basin is only used once, and the second time it loses the woody fragrance, it will be rewarded to eunuchs with positions in the palace.

Needless to say, now Jiajing has inherited this hobby of the dead ghost Jiajing.

How much is the tub worth, so what if you soak your feet three times a day?
As the Son of Heaven, can't you enjoy it?
Jiajing still sat cross-legged on the futon in the same loose casual robe, and the heavy Songjiang cotton robe covered the entire futon with his legs crossed. Seeing Huang Jin walking into the abode with a pot and a basin in his hands, his face showed I saw the smile of a child seeing candied haws.

Huang Jin put the bottom of the wooden basin towards Jiajing's futon, and said in a long voice, "Master, the pines and cypresses are evergreen! The scent of pine is about to rise!"

While shouting, a thick line of hot water in the copper pot shot in along the circumference of the wood inside the tub, and the hot water stimulated the woody aroma.

Jiajing had already exhaled the breath in his stomach, and now he closed his mouth slightly and took a deep breath with his long and narrow nose. The hot water soaked in the pine scent of new wood slowly inhaled into his internal organs. Walk in the body of the dragon.

This seemingly inconspicuous, soft and weak movement brings the blood in the body to flow like a mighty Yangtze River!
At the same time, his body is like a bottomless maelstrom, a big black hole, devouring the pine fragrance in front of him.

"call!"

"Suck!"

"call!"

Every "inhalation" and every "exhalation" of him seems to have a hidden rhythm.

One breath, one breath, one in and one out, under the cycle, in the dantian, the pure innate qi swims along with the exhalation.

Going back and forth like this, Jiajing took several long breaths in a row until the aroma of the pine wood gradually faded, then he stopped breathing and slowly opened his eyes.

Huang Jin looked at the long, seemingly endless breathing of the Long Live Lord, and his mind was shaken. After Jiajing stretched out his white and jade-like feet, he squatted down next to the wooden basin: "Long Live Lord, let's warm our feet!"

After shouting this sentence, he stretched out his hand and lightly pinched the robe in front of Jiajing's body and pulled it towards him. The whole robe just covered the foot basin and was placed on the side of the wooden basin that was one foot higher.

Jiajing had never looked at people like this before, looking at Huang Jin like a country master looking at his straightforward servant, with an unsuspecting and slightly teasing smile on his face.

Huang Jin squatted, stretched his hands through the two round holes in the high plank, and began rubbing Jiajing's feet in the robe covering the wooden basin, pressing the acupuncture points.

Jiajing looked at Huang Jin, his whole face relaxed, obviously very comfortable: "Huang Jin."

"The servant is here." Huang Jin rubbed his feet deftly, and replied very loosely.

"In the cultivation of the Sunflower Book, you have already achieved something!"

"Master, you are asking the question knowingly!" Only Huang Jin dared to reply like this, looking for acupuncture points with his head down and rubbing his feet.

He didn't look at Jiajing, but Jiajing stared at him all the time: "Slap your mouth. Why do I ask knowingly?"

Huang Jin smiled and said: "The emperor has become a fairy and ancestor, why don't we chickens and dogs also be allowed to ascend to heaven?"

Jiajing couldn't help being amused by him: "I have indeed taken a big step on the road to becoming a fairy today."

"Congratulations to the Long Live Lord, congratulations to the Long Live Lord." Huang Jin raised his head at this moment and looked at Jiajing: "The servant girl must take a good breath of immortality today."

"Let's do it! Isn't it written in Journey to the West?"

Huang Jin's hand stopped in the round hole, then pretended to relax and rubbed again.

The first step in cultivating immortality is to set foot in the innate realm.

What is congenital?

A martial artist has developed a sense of qi since he practiced internal skills, and after his luck is all over his body, he is no more than a third-rate in the martial arts. Only those who have accumulated more and more money and get through the twelve classics are considered second-rate in the martial arts. Those who have mastered the eight meridians are first-rate. .

And the meridians of the whole body are smooth, and after communicating with the world, you can reach the innate.

The innate, reborn, can no longer be equated with ordinary people!
Only at this stage can one be called a supreme master. Those who are not innate, no matter whether they are first-rate warriors or second-rate warriors, they are all mediocre!

The congenital zhenqi is miraculous, not only can maintain the beauty and longevity, greatly delay the aging of the human body, but also warm and nourish the primordial spirit and strengthen the spirit from the very beginning.

Today, Wang Chongyang and Sun Simiao are only innate upper realms.

And above the innate, it is the Shattered Void.

Double Dragon World.

Lingnan, Song Family Stone City.

Song Que was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged in the Knife Grinding Hall, his perfectly slender fingers brushing the "Narciss Knife" in front of his knees.

I saw that the body of the knife was as thin as satin, as soft and dexterous as a feather, and there was also a blue crystal glow oozing out.

This saber is not thick, majestic, or majestic, but it is sharp and strong. Song Que has used it all his life, and the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Saber he created must be paired with this saber to display [-]% of his combat power.

There is nothing else but the knife!
This is the realm of the Dao of the Sword, and it doesn't mean that you don't need a sword.Swordsmen naturally need a knife that suits them to be a complete body.

Buzz!Buzz!
The thin, long and straight Narcissus Knife trembled and buzzed the moment Song Que's fingers passed it.

If a swordsman wants to use a knife well, he must first learn how to sharpen a knife. Sharpening a knife is not only refining the soul of the knife, but also cultivating feelings with the knife.

Over the years, Song Que has seldom practiced sword skills. Most of the time, he just sat quietly in the knife sharpening hall, wiping, stroking, and comprehending the meaning of the knife.

Cultivate feelings with Narcissus Knife.

Clang!
Song Que inserted the Narcissus Knife into the scabbard, stood up slowly, walked to the center of the Knife Sharpening Hall, and brushed the huge bluestone with his palm.

Ever since he mastered the Song Clan and built this Knife Grinding Hall, Song Que no longer remembers how many names were engraved on this stone.

Today, most of these names have been wiped away, and there is one more name on the whetstone.

Sun Simiao!
"Sun Simiao!"

Song Que brushed these three words with his fingers, and recalled the scene of discussing with him that day again in his mind.

That's a real genius!

A genius who pioneered a school in martial arts!

Although his combat power is not strong enough, as long as he is given time, Song Que believes that he will become a grand master in the future.

Sun Simiao was also thinking about it. He had attained the realm of martial arts, but in terms of combat power, he was far behind those warriors who had been obsessed with martial arts all their lives.

Innate realm, not surprising.

But mastering the innate realm of the true meaning of martial arts is the real master.

Whether it's sword intent, fist intent, sword intent, or killing intent, Sun Simiao has been thinking about it for many days, but he can't figure it out. There is only a kindness of a doctor in his heart...

(End of this chapter)