The capital governor's office.
The capital governor, Yu Xingzhi, looked to be about 45 or 46 years old. He was slightly thin and wore a scarlet official robe. There were nine ranks in the Great Xia, which could be seen from their official robes. First-rank to third-rank were black, fourth-rank to sixth-rank were scarlet, and seventh-rank to ninth-rank were cyan.
The capital governor was in charge of the capital region and was a fourth-rank official, so his official robe was scarlet.
At this moment, Yu Xingzhi's heart was probably burning just like his official robe.
In a corner of the imperial prison, Yu Xingzhi stood outside a cell with an ashen face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I know you are not the murderer. I will ask one last time, who is the murderer who killed Qiaoqiao!"
In the cell, the Buddha Prajna sat cross-legged on the stone bed like an old monk and said softly, "I promised to keep his secret. No matter how many times you ask, I cannot say it."
"You dog official, how dare you!" The young girl, Xiao Chun, said sternly, "My young miss is an inner court instructor appointed by His Majesty. You dare to lock us up here, are you not afraid that His Majesty will punish you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp voice came from outside, "His Majesty has arrived!"
Xiao Chun's face lit up and she looked outside. Sure enough, she saw a group of people walking over, led by Ji Zhiyuan.
Yu Xingzhi's expression changed and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "This humble subject, Capital Governor Yu Xingzhi, greets His Majesty. May Your Majesty live forever!"
"Get up and reply." Ji Zhiyuan glanced at the cell and saw that the two girls were unharmed, so he did not blame him.
The Buddha Prajna came down from the stone bed and put her palms together towards Ji Zhiyuan, bowing.
Ji Zhiyuan nodded slightly at her and said, "On the way here, We have heard the whole story. The victim is your younger sister?"
Yu Xingzhi stood up, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it is! Before my father passed away, he told me to protect her well, but I didn't expect that she would be killed at the feet of the Emperor … This is fine, but since I am the capital governor, I have to be responsible for the safety of the people of Yongling. The murderer ignored the law and dared to commit murder in front of you. Such a murderer is unforgivable. If we don't arrest him soon, I'm afraid more innocent people will be killed … "
Ji Zhiyuan turned toward the 'Prajna Buddha Painting'. He was about to speak when unexpectedly that Xiao Chun pointed to Yu Xingzhi and spoke.
"Don't make it sound so nice. You even threatened us just now. It's obvious that you want revenge … Also, it's your sister who hired the hitmen to kill people first. Those people she bribed are also wanted criminals. I heard the interrogation just now …"
Yu Xingzhi's face immediately turned pale, and he angrily said, "You, don't talk nonsense …"
Ji Zhiyuan's face immediately darkened, and he said, "Yu Xingzhi, you should know that what I hate the most is collusion with the underworld. Considering that your sister is dead, this matter ends here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty …" No matter how unwilling Yu Xingzhi was, he didn't dare to disobey.
After Ji Zhiyuan left with his men, a youth in brocade robes walked in and shouted from afar, "Father, I've found the origin of that carriage. It came from Bing Province. His name is Yan Li. There was originally another person, but he disappeared before entering the city."
"That Yan Li, where is he now?" Yu Xingzhi's face darkened.
"We'll find him soon."
The youth paused, and then said coldly, "Father, when we find him, let me bring people to capture him!"
Yu Xingzhi nodded, and said, "But His Majesty already knows that your aunt hired assassins. You know, as long as it's related to the underworld, it will be a taboo for His Majesty. So remember, don't say anything about your aunt. Just say that he committed a crime, and ask him to cooperate with the investigation. If he resists, just kill him."
…
Yan Li quickly calmed down. In the short 18 years of life, there were several ups and downs, and in addition to the threat of being cursed at any time, he had long learned to control his emotions.
In the bedroom, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to prepare for "contemplation".
Once a cultivator awakened his true name, he could visualize the location of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in contemplation. At this time, he needed the corresponding method to seize the Qi. The first three grades of martial artists were all tempering their bodies.
At the beginning of the ninth grade, one's body would be strong and healthy. At the eighth grade, one's body would already be very strong. It might not be visible on the outside, but one could wrestle with a plow ox. At the seventh grade, one's strength would reach a peak, and one could even forcibly pull up a tree as thick as one's wrist.
Although martial artists were mostly first-rate guards, compared to ordinary people, they were already top-notch masters. Even ten ordinary people might not be able to defeat one martial artist.
At the sixth grade, Yan Li had already developed his middle dantian, which was used to store Qi. The middle dantian was like a reservoir, and the Qi was like water. The bigger the reservoir, the more Qi it could store.
The most common use of Qi was to improve the body's functions. The speed and strength of one's attacks were the most direct reflection of one's strength. That was why ten seventh grade martial artists might not be able to defeat one sixth grade martial artist.
As for the fifth grade martial artist, the middle dantian would expand to the limit, and the amount of Qi would be greatly increased. It was also from this realm that a cultivator could be considered to have truly entered the next level.
At this time, the first use of a true name was highlighted. The higher the level of a true name, the more Qi it could attract, and the faster one's cultivation would be.
His body and mind relaxed, and his thoughts scattered, gradually returning to nothingness. Yan Li sank into a state of half-sleep.
His divine thoughts came to a chaotic world. The sea of clouds was vast, as if the world had not been created yet. However, there was a door at the top, and white light shone in from the outside. That was the first arcane realm of the human body — the Gate of Heaven.
This mysterious state was the most important aspect of cultivation, "meditation and visualization."
The white light was the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The amazing thing was that when the white light shone in from the outside reached the inside, it turned into little stars of different colors. The stars of different colors converged into rivers of green, yellow, red, black, and white, dispersing the clouds.
It was as if five different colored lamps had been lit. Heaven and earth were divided into five swirls of green, yellow, red, black, and white. The rivers flowed into the swirls, as if five rainbow bridges had been built between heaven and earth.
In his past visualization, Yan Li could only barely collect the "debris" scattered by the swirls. It was a pity that he had collected for more than ten years, but he was only a sixth grade martial artist.
At this moment, his mind moved, and a slight sword sound came from his flesh and blood. Suddenly, countless sword shadows appeared out of nowhere and rushed into the five colored swirls. The swirls suddenly sped up, and the sword shadows flowed along the rainbow bridges. During this process, the sword shadows seemed to have absorbed the Qi of Heaven and became small swords. Countless small swords gathered at the Gate of Heaven, forming a transparent big sword.
The big sword was also slowly rotating. Every time it rotated, an invisible force rushed towards the Gate of Heaven. The Gate of Heaven received the force, and slowly opened.
The Gate of Heaven continued to be pushed open, and more and more Qi of Heaven and Earth gushed in, causing the rainbow bridge to create more small swords and integrate them into the big sword. As the big sword grew stronger, it naturally emitted an even stronger power, constantly pushing the Gate of Heaven open.
This was a very amazing cycle.
The Gate of Heaven was the channel of communication between the human body and the heaven and earth. The further one went, the more obvious its function would be. Even if one thought with their knees, they would know that the value of this technique could not be measured by value.
In addition, during the process of the small swords rushing, the five rivers would emit some surplus power, and along the mysterious veins, converged into a small puddle, which was the middle dantian.
Although it was only a little surplus power, it was more than the "fragments" that Yan Li had collected in the past half a year.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth continued to gather, and constantly dug the small puddle, turning it into a big puddle. This process was too wonderful for Yan Li.
After two hours, Yan Li opened his eyes, feeling that his mental state had never been better. He slightly moved his Qi, and there seemed to be a gurgling sound in his chest. For him, it was no different from the sound of celestial music.
Cultivation was like rowing a boat against the current, if you did not move forward, you would fall back. But cultivation should not be rushed. Practicing Qi for two hours a day was already the limit. If it continued, it would begin to consume the spirit, and there would be no benefit.
Feeling the surging in his chest, he estimated that in less than ten days, the amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth would reach the standard of the fifth grade. As long as he guarded his mind and strengthened his control of Qi, he could temporarily get rid of the shadow of the curse.
He calmed his mind and began to meditate.
Cultivation was a process of self-improvement, so cultivation was not only about refining the body and Qi, but also the mind.
As a saint, he reflected on himself three times a day. Yan Li did not know about others, but he himself would meditate at least once a day.
After an hour, he took the recommendation letter, came to the lobby of the restaurant, and ordered some dishes.
At this moment, the lobby was full of people, all of whom were cultivators who had obtained the recommendation places from various states and counties. They were in groups of three to five, talking loudly about the customs of various places, but more of them were discussing the Academy and the current situation, such as a female instructor of the Academy who looked like a fairy, and the series of events that happened after Yan Long Tu killed Lu Qizhong.
Among them, the most attractive was the news that the West Liang Military Academy had challenged the Academy.
Yan Li was quite interested in this. However, these students had only heard about it through hearsay, so they only knew half of it. Yan Li had only heard the outline of it.
"Brother, I'm Lianhai Changjin."
At this moment, a man wearing a bamboo green shirt with a straight collar and a bare chest walked up to Yan Li's table. Holding a folding fan in his hand, he smiled from ear to ear and said, "Look, the hall is already full. Can I borrow a seat?"
His cultivation broke free from the shackles, and the effect was immediately apparent.
Yan Li glanced at the folding fan in the man's hand. It looked like it was made of gold and jade, emitting a faint fluorescent light. He recognized at a glance that it was a Precious Weapon, a Heavenly Weapon that only a third-grade martial artist or above could have.
The snow flute he sold to the shopkeeper was a Precious Weapon.
"This is not my home. You can sit if you want. There is no need to ask."
The man who called himself Lianhai Changjin immediately sat down and smiled as if he was familiar with him. He said, "Brother, I can tell that you are one of the candidates. I am new here and I am not familiar with the place. I have been in Yongling for a long time. After handing over the documents, why don't I show you around?"
Yan Li was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just focused on eating.
Lianhai Changjin did not care and said with a smile, "Have you heard? This morning, a fool sold a Precious Weapon worth tens of thousands of taels of silver to the shopkeeper for five hundred taels of silver. What was his name again … Oh, I can't remember …"
Yan Li said, "Yan Li."
"Ah, yes! Yan Li, how did you know? "
Yan Li could not figure out if the man was really stupid or just pretending. He shrugged and said, "Because I am that fool."
Lianhai Changjin was startled and was about to say something when a shout came from outside.
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