I Breakthrough Again

It was almost evening when Zhao Huaizhong returned to Xianyang.

He still went to Ye Yufu to review and process more than ten case files, and did not return to Xianyang Palace until the night fell.

Counting the time, it has been seven or eight days since the last time I watered the little Calabash.

Zhao Huaizhong went to the garden, intending to see the changes of Calabash.

"It's not long at all." Zhao Huaizhong came to Calabash under the vine.

The five small Calabash, green and shiny, well-proportioned in size, are like finely carved works of art, but nothing has changed in the past few days.

"Liu Qi, pour the water again."

"promise!"

So Liu Qi rushed to get the bucket, watching Lord Chu take out a vial, pour a drop of liquid out, and mix it with the water in the bucket.

Liu Qi didn't know what the liquid was, and didn't dare to ask.

After pouring the water, Zhao Huaizhong looked forward to whether there will be new changes in the young Calabash.

Back in the bedroom, he asked Liu Qi to take out two rolls of bamboo slips and spread them out on the table.

This was sent by Fan Qingzhou after he returned to the Ye Yufu, and it was found by the aftermath personnel under the altar in the hidden village of Shixiangjiao.

The content of the bamboo slips is part of the practice of the teaching of the food and the food, all of which are the secret techniques of ghosts, evil and fierce.

Along with the bamboo slips, there is also a bronze plaque used to collect corpses' resentment yin. It is old and mottled, with a raised grimace on the surface, which is cold and biting in the hand.

Zhao Huaizhong couldn't use this bronze medal, but he still collected it, ready to use it for sacrifice.

He checked the contents of the bamboo slips and thought that although this technique was not the right way, he could see that the ghost path was also quite subtle.

There are a hundred schools of thought in this world, and there are many ways to practice.

With the three teachings and nine currents as the leading factor, it has formed the characteristics of a huge and complicated practice with a hundred schools in full bloom.

As far as he has read through the ancient books during this period, in an even older period, it seems that someone had really taken Immortal Ascension and left without leaving the dust.

Zhao Huaizhong has only seen Zongheng, Yin & Yang, Zajia, and the art of killing and cutting in the military path.

The Sendai chapter that he has practiced himself seems to belong to the Taoist line, but it also contains content in other directions, and it is not possible to give a specific position at the moment.

Zhao Huai read in the early hours of the night, and after putting down the bamboo rolls, he began to warm up the internal energy of the body.

When he reached the sixth floor of Sendai, he could not only absorb the Qi in the void, but he could also pull the moon flower into his body every time he practiced.

At this time, when he closed his eyes and pushed the breath in his body to revolve, there was a ray of moonlight that was as bright as water, which was drawn down from the window and surrounded by his body.

The whole room is like a lake where moonlight converges, transparent and clear.

In the end, all the Yuehua slowly penetrated into Zhao Huai's body and became part of his power.

When the practice is over, Zhao Huaizhong will wash and take a nap.

Before dawn, he ran to see Calabash.

The little Calabash was watered a second time by the liquid in the container, and the whole night passed, and there really was a new change.

They have grown a little bit again.

The difference from the past is that the surface of the emerald green little Calabash has several invisible textures, like natural spells. As long as Zhao Huaizhong reaches out and touches it, the textures will emerge.

"There is one last drop of container liquid left. I wonder if Calabash can mature."

When Zhao Huaizhong walked, he picked a jade-green Calabash vine leaf and put it in his sleeve.

After eating the morning meal, he went to attend the court meeting, and then came to the ancestral temple stone hall.

Zhao Huaizhong hasn't been here in the past few days since talking to the monster in the stone wall last time.

He entered the stone temple and glanced at the stone wall where the monster was.

The monster in the mural lay there, breathless, and his whole body became illusory and vague, about to dissipate, and died unexpectedly.

There is a stone tablet beside the monster. Before he died, the tablet was filled with dense ancient writings.

Zhao Huaizhong glanced from a distance, walked straight to the Sendai Giant Pillar, and watched the original text of the Sendai article intently.

This time he took a look at the contents of Sendai Puppet Art.

There is no paper in this era, but in puppet art, it involves the magic of the paper man.

"Do you want to get the paper out in this world ahead of time, although the paper used in puppet art is not ordinary paper." Zhao Huaizhong muttered.

In the history of cognition, paper seems to be available in the Western Han Dynasty after the Qin Dynasty.

However, in the Qin Dynasty, the conditions for papermaking were actually relatively mature. Technologies such as silk beating technology appeared in the Qin Dynasty long ago, and paper may be made with proper guidance.

"Look back and find someone to try. It's at least easier to write with paper."

Then Zhao Huaizhong tried to offer sacrifices to the altar. The sacrifices used were the bronze medals obtained from Shixiangjiao, and the bamboo slips that recorded the methods of ghost practice.

Unfortunately, there was no movement at the altar, and no offerings were received at all.

Immediately, Zhao Huaizhong began to practice the Jiu Ge from the Soul, moving around in the stone hall like a dragon and a tiger leaping, until he saw a little sweat, he took the Ge Shu and walked outside the temple.

"Human, I'm dead, why don't you come close to see what I left on the stone tablet?"

Just as Zhao Huaizhong was about to walk out of the stone temple, the monster in the mural turned over and came back to life from pretending to be dead, calling Zhao Huaizhong.

"It doesn't matter what you leave, go ahead and die."

Seeing that Zhao Huaizhong didn't even look at himself, the monster became more anxious: "Don't go, come back.

If you come again next time, I might be really dead. I only have the last breath, I need the nourishment of soul power, otherwise I will lose my soul.

Do not hesitate to mention if you have any conditions. "

However, Zhao Huaizhong ignored him at all and walked directly out of the stone palace.

With his eyesight, the monster wanted to pretend to be dead and trick him into approaching the stone wall, but there was no door.

The monster in the stone wall sat down, really desperate this time.

He could already feel that his pill had been sealed for a long time without dying. He did not expect to see hope in the last time, but he was not sure about it, and it was about to dissipate.

At the last juncture of his life, he turned over the seal, branding the knowledge and some secrets from the remnant soul on the stone tablet beside him.

Then sit there quietly, waiting for the moment when Hun and Po disappear.

Zhao Huai went out of the stone temple, went to King Zhuang Xiang to ask for a manuscript, and prepared to go out of the palace to hunt.

After King Zhuang Xiang left the dynasty, he used to eat breakfast together in Zhao Ji's Zhangtai Palace.

Zhao Huaizhong didn't need to ask about the whereabouts of King Zhuang Xiang, his servant, and came directly to Zhangtai Palace, and his father and mother were indeed there.

When he came in, both King Zhuang Xiang and Zhao Ji were a little sweaty.

Zhao Ji's lips were moisturized, her face flushed, and her apricot eyes seemed to drip out of water.

Zhao Huaizhong sniffed, the smell was not right, and he turned and walked outside: "I'm sorry, the father and the queen make atonement. Before the baby came, I didn't know the fire in the house was endless. It came at an untimely time. You continue. I will come back in the afternoon."

"You come back. Mom, you dare to tease, look for a fight."

Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed, and wanted to rely on her son to regain her mother's dignity.

King Zhuang Xiang was complacent, and coughed lightly, "What's the explanation for the fire from my son?"

Zhao Ji tweeted, "Your father has something to do, and he is about to leave. You stay and talk to your mother."

"All right. Father, before you leave, I will issue an edict. I plan to go out one day and go hunting in Shimen Mountain." Zhao Huaizhong said.

King Zhuang Xiang frowned and said, "How do you ensure safety when you leave the city?"

"Father, don't worry, I go out, the elites of Ye Yufu will accompany me, and they are not far away. It's near Xianyang. What dangers can there be."

Zhao Huaizhong patiently explained it, and finally got King Zhuang Xiang's manuscript smoothly.

When King Zhuang Xiang left, Zhao Ji grabbed his son's hand: "Huai'er, can you not leave the city?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Huaizhong asked, tilting his head.

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