The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 3 Other people laugh at me too crazy, I can't see through laughing at others

Qingxuan was arranged in the guest room next door. The room was nice, but he didn't feel sleepy.

After seeing the guards in the county magistrate's mansion, Qingxuan felt a strong sense of crisis and didn't dare to trust him. Only the two guards guarding the gate gave him a very dangerous feeling.

I don't know if it's because of the mental method, but his thinking is much clearer than before, and his senses have become extremely sharp.

Although he has stepped into the threshold of cultivation at this moment, he is only practicing the first level of qi, and he can only deal with some ordinary people and cannon fodder.

After staying in the guest room, Qingxuan sat cross-legged on the bed, happily running the "Sutra of Rebirth" to practice.

As soon as he sat down cross-legged, he immediately entered the state of cultivation, and the spiritual energy in the air gathered and penetrated into his limbs and bones along the pores and acupuncture points.

The aura that exists in the air is very thin, and it is estimated to be a little thicker than that on the earth.

After the aura penetrated into his body, it circulated along the path of his mind, washing away his flesh and bones, and finally, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, it turned into a ray of milky white aura and gathered at the dantian under his lower abdomen...

The evening was dark, the spring breeze was blowing, and the bright moonlight poured down, and there was nothing to say all night.

In the early morning of the vertical sun, the Golden Crow rises in the east.

In the bedroom, Qingxuan's sword eyebrows twitched, and he gradually opened his eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes.

He practiced all night, not only did he not feel tired, but he felt full of energy. Most importantly, he unexpectedly broke through without knowing it.

Host: Qingxuan

Qualification: unknown

Heart Dharma: "The Sutra of Rebirth"

Boundary: Second Level of Qi Training

Weapon: Refined Iron Sword
Sword Skill: "Sword Drawing"

Secondary Skill: First Grade Physician

Storage space: 3 cubic meters (the system comes with it and can be upgraded.)
That's right, after a whole night of practice, Qingxuan has stepped from the first level of Qi training to the second level of Qi training, not only his strength, but also all aspects have improved several times.

The power is intoxicating, and Qingxuan likes this feeling very much.

Getting off the bed, I couldn't help stretching, opened the door and took a breath of the fresh morning air, and immediately felt refreshed physically and mentally.

After a simple wash, Qin Shou ordered someone to call him to have breakfast.

On the dinner table, Qing Xuan ate delicacies from mountains and seas with great relish.

Qin Shou smiled apologetically, thinking that he would be able to regain his glory in the future, and he would call a miracle doctor, not to mention how attentive he was, and he was even more in awe of Qingxuan's attitude.

After eating breakfast, Qingxuan said with a smile: "Magistrate Qin, if I want to practice kung fu, can I borrow it from your courtyard?"

"Oh, Doctor Qingxuan is still from the Jianghu."

Suddenly, Qin Shou changed his gaze towards Qingxuan.

After waving his hand, Qingxuan said with a wry smile: "It's just a small fight, to learn something about self-defense. After all, the world is dangerous, and it can't compare to Lord Qin who has a court background."

Qin Shou is not an ordinary county magistrate. His hometown is a big family in the capital. He seemed to be sent to Huayin County as a small county magistrate after offending him.

Although it is only a county magistrate, it still has the heritage of its hometown, and no one dares to move it if it wants to.

Qin Shou liked Qingxuan's words very much, and said: "Doctor Qingxuan is a guest, please feel free in the Qin residence, just tell the servants what you want."

"Thank you."

"No, as long as Doctor Qingxuan can cure my illness, everything will be fine. Even if you want to serve the court, I can still recommend you to go to the capital."

Hearing this, Qingxuan cupped his fists and said: "My ambition is not in the capital, so I won't bother the county magistrate."

"Okay, Qin has already sent a letter to the capital, and the spirit will send it quickly within a week, and ask Doctor Qingxuan to stay at the mansion for a few more days."

"It's okay."

If there is a place to live, Qingxuan naturally has no objection.

Moreover, the Qin Mansion is not a small umbrella. Living anywhere in Huayin City is not as safe as the County Magistrate's Mansion.

If he was accidentally involved in the battle between the rivers and lakes, with his current strength, a few lives would not be enough to kill him.

"Since this is the case, Mr. Qin has some matters to deal with. Doctor Qingxuan, please take care of yourself."

After Qin Shou left, Qingxuan came to the small pond in the courtyard. The water in the pond was clear and the willows were tender, which was quite artistic.

Immediately, Qingxuan carefully read the "Sword Drawing Technique" in his mind.

Qingxuan's eyes lit up after reading the information on sword drawing.

This sword technique is easy to understand, as it literally means, draw the sword, return it to the sheath, draw the sword, return it to the sheath...

However, Qingxuan's aptitude has been slightly improved through the transformation of his mind, and he just feels that this sword skill has something unique.

And he vaguely felt that there must be a reason for the system to give him "Sword Drawing".

The art of drawing a sword pays attention to speed, the martial arts in the world, only speed can not break, a sword seals the throat, and blood does not stain.

After understanding the sword-drawing technique, Qingxuan took out the fine iron sword in the storage space and prepared to start training.

"Yin-"

As Qingxuan grasped the hilt of the sword and suddenly exerted strength, the sword body was like a mirror, and the cold long sword was pulled out from the noble and mysterious black scabbard.

The fine iron sword is very comfortable to hold in the hand, Qingxuan already had a feeling of liking this kind of feeling, so he practiced even harder.

This is Qingxuan's first real contact with asceticism. Ambition is his source, making him like an ascetic monk, draw out his long sword, return it to the scabbard, and start again and again.

Pulling out the sword, putting it back into its sheath, I did not know how many times, sweat slid down Qingxuan Junyi's cheeks, before he knew it, the front of his clothes was already wet.

Qingxuan, who was obsessed with drawing his sword, didn't notice at all that the servants and guards who came and went in the mansion looked at him with caring and foolish eyes.

Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through, how can a group of ordinary people with no future understand his hard work and intentions.

Time passed quickly, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

During this week, Qingxuan had a good time in the Qin residence. Except for three meals a day, he was practicing sword drawing every second.

During the period, Qin Shou also came to dissuade him, and told Qingxuan that even if he didn't practice martial arts, people in the Jianghu would not dare to touch him.

Qingxuan tactfully refused, since it is meaningless not to practice.

Moreover, he knew very well in his heart that only his own strength is powerful, and all rights are false.

When you have great strength and power, you can only bow your head, and you don't need to look at anyone's face at all.

Therefore, Qin Shou ordered that during Qingxuan's residence, anyone who dared to laugh at him would be expelled from Qin's residence.

To this, Qing Xuan just smiled back.

To Qin Shou, this matter was just a matter of one sentence, so he didn't need to be grateful.

Besides, Qingxuan helped him heal his illness, which was what he was supposed to do.

Qin Shou's background was very unusual, and all the things Qingxuan needed were delivered by the guards from the capital in the early morning of the next day.

Ordering people to deliver all the medicinal materials to the dining room, Qingxuan looked at the ginseng contained in the two boxes with bright eyes.

When the servant brought the black-bone chicken, Qingxuan lit a fire, put the medicinal materials into the pot, pulled off the roots of a few spiritual ginseng and put them in the pot, and he took the two whole spiritual ginseng into his pocket.

Although spiritual ginseng is not needed to cure diseases, it still needs to be pretended. Anyway, Qin Shou doesn't understand it at all.

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(End of this chapter)