After closing the door, Nie Li took off his clothes. Because of the battle, his clothes were almost completely destroyed. He used the water that he had prepared to wipe the bloodstains off his hands. His hands were pure white, but he could still vaguely see the fine lines of blood.
Nie Li began to chant the Buddhist scriptures. Under the pressure of Zhao Chujian's four dragon seals, Nie Li could faintly feel that his Three Kowtows of Buddha could break through to the second stage. Therefore, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and break through to the next stage.
Chanting Buddhist scriptures while using his internal energy to temper his body caused Nie Li's progress to be very slow. However, it was of no use. If he wanted to break through to the third stage of the Three Kowtows, his body must be under sufficient pressure. But without any external force, he could only rely on himself.
The cryptic Buddhist scriptures cleansed his soul and strengthened his spiritual force. His internal energy flowed through his eight meridians and five viscera and six bowels. Nie Li felt a tearing pain all over his body.
If someone were to touch him at this moment, it would be an easy task. Right now, he was like walking on a tightrope. The slightest disturbance would cause him to fall to his death.
Nie Li didn't know how long he had been through. He was immersed in the Buddhist scriptures and had already forgotten the pain in his body. Only when he heard the endless Sanskrit chants in his ears did he know that he had broken through.
Opening his eyes, Nie Li looked at the golden Buddha's radiance on his body. Under his feet, there seemed to be a lotus platform formed by golden light. When he broke through to the second stage of the three kowtows, a strange scene appeared in his mind.
A lotus platform slowly bloomed. The person inside was dressed in monk robes and had a solemn aura, like a Buddha. However, that face couldn't be seen clearly. The scene flashed by and Nie Li seemed to have gained some inspiration. Could the lotus platform under his feet protect him?
Nie Li tried to move it. Indeed, he felt that the lotus platform could be controlled. He controlled the lotus platform to wrap himself up. This way, he could defend himself well. However, he also gave up on attacking. This move still required him to grasp the opportunity. For now, he'll call it the "Golden Lotus Buddha".
After carefully studying this move, Nie Li looked at the sky outside the window. It was still pitch black. He closed his eyes and entered the land of dreams.
The next day, the maid outside woke Nie Li up. "Young Master, it's time to wake up." The maid shouted from outside the door. "I got it." Nie Li was also a light sleeper, so he woke up immediately. When he sat up, he realized that he couldn't wear his clothes anymore.
"Erm, do you have any extra clothes?" Nie Li asked. "Young Master, please wait a moment. This servant will go get them for you." When the maid heard Nie Li's words, she hurriedly ran off to get the clothes.
After half a cup of tea's time, the maidservant stood outside the door. "Come in!" Just as Nie Li's voice fell, the maid outside the door came in with the clothes. Nie Li wasn't used to the way the maids were trained to follow the rules.
"Just put the clothes over there." Nie Li pointed at the table. He didn't have the habit of changing in front of a woman. Although the maidservant in front of him was delicate and pretty, she could be considered a beauty.
"This servant can help Young Master change his clothes." The moment the maid heard Nie Li's words, she became even more terrified. She lowered her head, almost burrowing into the ground.
"You may leave! I'm not used to having my clothes changed. "As Nie Li spoke, he stood up. The maid glanced at Nie Li's muscular upper body. Her face turned red and she hurriedly ran away. Nie Li grabbed the clothes on the table. The fabric was soft and smooth, with a hint of luster. The clothes in the Wangye Mansion were different from others.
When he wore it, it was quite fitting. It should be the clothes of someone else in the mansion. When Nie Li walked out of the room, he saw the maid standing at the door. "Young Master, the Wangye invites you over." The maid was submissive, not daring to look at Nie Li.
"I got it. You lead the way." After Nie Li finished speaking, the maid walked in front with small steps. Nie Li followed the maid to the Wangye's study. The maid stood at the door without moving, so Nie Li went in alone.
Zhao Qining's study was extremely large, and there were countless books inside. "Young Hero Nie, you've come. Sit." Zhao Qining's voice sounded from the right. Nie Li passed through the screen and saw the table surrounded by bookshelves. Zhao Qining bowed his head and sat down on the chair, carefully reading the text in his hand.
"What is the matter with the Wangye looking for me?" Nie Li found that there were many martial arts books on the bookshelves, but Zhao Qining did not have the slightest bit of martial arts. Nie Li could clearly see that Zhao Qining's internal strength was extremely weak. He should be the same as the civil officials in the court, only knowing some basic skills for longevity.
"Yesterday I said that I would give you a big reward. Today it came true. Take a look at the martial arts here. If you like it, then take it! "Zhao Qining looked at the martial arts around him, his eyes flashed with fanaticism.
"This." Nie Li looked around and found that the martial arts here were simply all things in the world. It could be said that this was a small martial arts library, but the prince who sat on such resources had such a low level of martial arts.
"What, you don't want it?" Zhao Qining asked, but his tone became cold. "No, this one thanks the Wangye." After Nie Li finished speaking, he carefully looked at the martial arts on the bookshelves. The cold atmosphere also warmed up a little.
"I'll take this." Nie Li took out a book from the bookshelf. The Wangye was surprised when he saw the martial art in Nie Li's hand. This martial art could be said to be extremely strange. It was a type of sound wave technique that required musical instruments to activate.
"Are you sure? This Soul Severing Rendition is a sound wave technique. It's extremely difficult to cultivate. Not only does it require proficiency in music, but it also requires profound internal strength. Most importantly, it must have strong mental strength. " Zhao Qining did not know why Nie Li chose this. In terms of power, although the Soul Severing Rendition was one of the best, this martial art was too difficult. Very few people would choose this.
"I'm sure." Nie Li nodded. This martial art was not tailor-made for him. Although he was not proficient in music, he could still play the flute. In terms of internal strength, he was not bad. In fact, the reason he chose this martial art was because Nie Li's mental strength was strong enough.
"Alright, you may leave!" Zhao Qining saw that Nie Li was not tactful, so he sent him away. Nie Li took the martial art and left the Wangye Mansion. He rode Shining Night back to the inn.
After Nie Li left, a black-clothed man appeared beside Zhao Qining. "Your Highness, what are your orders?" "Follow Nie Li. I want to know his every move." Zhao Qining gave the order and the black-clothed man disappeared.
"Nie Li, I hope you can behave." Zhao Qining's eyes were malicious as he broke the brush in his hand. After returning to the inn, Nie Li handed Shining Night to the waiter. He went upstairs and took out the Soul Severing Rendition.
Nie Li looked at the melody. Fortunately, he had learned some music from his father when he was young. Otherwise, he would not be able to understand this book. After memorizing the melody, Nie Li took out a bamboo flute, placed it by his mouth, and slowly played it.
The melody was gloomy and strange. Even in broad daylight, it made people feel strange. Nie Li played it over and over again until he memorized the melody. Next, he used the combination of internal strength and mental strength to display the full power of the melody.
Nie Li tried many times, until the corners of his mouth were dry and peeling. Only then did he slowly get the hang of it. He did not use too much internal strength. Furthermore, he only played a small part. Looking at the broken table, Nie Li nodded his head in satisfaction. Not bad.
He put away the bamboo flute and the Soul Severing Rendition. Nie Li felt that it was not bad. All that was left was the actual battle. Furthermore, Shadow Killer had sent him a message, so he should be fine.
Nie Li left the inn and asked the waiter for the location of the Yue Residence. He then rode Shining Night towards the Yue Residence. When he arrived at the Yue Residence, he saw two rows of soldiers standing in front of the vermillion door. They were full of energy and wore armor. They looked very imposing.
Upon closer inspection, Nie Li could see that their strength was at the early Xiantian Realm. Nie Li could not help but be speechless. These were just the guards at the door, but they were already so powerful?
"Your Excellency, please wait." Just as Nie Li arrived at the door, he was blocked by two crossed spears. "Your Excellency, what is the matter?" The guard looked at Nie Li and asked. He did not have an overbearing attitude.
"I am Nie Li. I was invited by the Marquis of Peace, Yue Yunyue." Nie Li cupped his fists, his posture was very calm.
"Nie Li? Wait a moment, I'll go in and report. " Hearing Nie Li's name, a few people felt that it was familiar. Therefore, one of the guards strode out to report.
"Nie Li, you're finally willing to come." A familiar voice sounded. Yue Zhong's figure appeared in Nie Li's eyes. Seeing this, the guard also put away his weapon and shouted, "Greetings, Young Master Zhong."
"I was busy before, so I couldn't visit. Please forgive me, Brother Yue. "Nie Li was a little embarrassed.
"Follow me in!" Yue Zhong brought Nie Li into the Yue Residence. In terms of size, the Yue Residence was not inferior to the Jingyang Mansion. However, it was not as luxurious as the Jingyang Mansion. The interior of the Yue Residence was very simple, but the most frightening thing was that there were many guards in the residence. Every one of them was at least at the Xiantian Realm. Even some of the servants and maids were at the Houtian Realm.
This background was too deep. No wonder the Yue Family's status was so high. "Today is my father's return, so the residence is a little rushed." Yue Zhong said. Only then did Nie Li notice that everyone in the residence was in a hurry.
"Your father?" Nie Li asked doubtfully. He didn't know who Yue Zhong's father was. "My father is the Marshal of the Western Army, Yue Feng." Yue Zhong introduced Nie Li. He knew that Nie Li came from a small place, so he probably didn't know who his father was.
After listening to Yue Zhong's words, Nie Li also understood a little. This Western Army was the lifeline of the Southern Song Dynasty. It guarded the western border and protected the Southern Song Dynasty's territory.
"Come with me to meet him!" Yue Zhong pulled Nie Li and went straight to the hall. At this time, the hall was full of people. The first one was a white-haired old man. On his left were two middle-aged men and on his right were two beautiful women.
Yue Yun was also among them. He was sitting in the second seat.
"Today, Feng 'er is back, but where is Ling' er?" The old man said. This person was the current Patriarch of the Yue Family, Yue Feiyun.
"Grandfather, last time Ling 'er was taken away by Zhong' er. After she came back, I put her in confinement." The first woman said. She was Yue Feng's wife, the birth mother of Yue Zhong and Yue Ling, Zhao Qizhen.
"It's normal for children to play around." Yue Fei Yun said. That young man from the Yue Clan didn't come from nowhere.
"The main thing is that Ling 'er is a girl, and her martial arts are ordinary. I heard from Ling 'er that her life was in danger several times. "Zhao Qizhen valued her daughter too much.
"Whoever dares to touch my granddaughter, I will kill him." Yue Feiyun's beard stood up.
"Qizhen, call Ling 'er out. Tonight, the family will have a good gathering." Yue Feiyun said. Zhao Qizhen nodded and left.
"Xiaomeng, how is your body recently?" Yue Feiyun said to the second woman. This woman was Yue Yun's wife.
"Father, everything is good. In a month, the child will be born." Li Xiaomeng said. At this time, she was pregnant.
"Good, we will have a big banquet." Yue Feiyun beamed.
"Grandfather, grandfather." Yue Zhong's voice came from outside. Seeing his son's rude appearance, Yue Feng frowned.
It seemed that he had to teach this son a lesson tonight.
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