Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"Master, please accept three respects from my disciples."

Jiang Qingyu knelt and kowtowed obediently.

After kowtowing, a willow branch hit his forehead.

At the same time, an exercise with a total of only a few thousand words appeared in my mind——

"Yu's Sword Classic", the fourth grade of congenital.

The "Raising Dragon Jue" is second only to every emperor in the entire Chu Kingdom.

Just listen to the old sword master talking to himself:

"Qingyu, since the old man accepted you as his apprentice, I will tell you something."

"There is no family or sect to be a teacher, and he is not born in a famous family."

"My father is a villager in the mountains. Since I was one year old, he carried me to the mountains in a bamboo basket. When he was chopping firewood, I would pick up a branch and play by myself. When I was young, I first mastered the way of swordsmanship."

Jiang Qingyu was taken aback when he heard that.

This is also okay?

A little kid can also learn kendo by himself by playing with branches. Did you marry a sword god in your previous life?

The old Juggernaut then introduced himself:

"At the age of 56, I walked out of the mountain village for the first time, and I was already innately in the third stage of the Yaori realm."

"After leaving the mountain village, I first went to the capital to do something."

"But I failed."

"So I came to Jubei Prince's Mansion again, borrowed thousands of books, and perfected the "Yu's Sword Classic" on the basis of them, and was able to be promoted to the fourth-rank congenital star-picking realm."

""Yu's Sword Classic" brings together the strengths of thousands of secret books, so if you want to master the sword classics, you must practice thousands of secret books and thousands of new sword moves that I created based on them."

"But the way of swordsmanship is endless. It is impossible for me to waste my own swordsmanship in order to teach my apprentices, and it is impossible for ordinary people to memorize thousands of new sword moves at once, so I announced that I will not accept apprentices."

"But I found you in the palace, Qingyu."

"With a mortal body and an innate soul, you have the ability to remember with a photographic memory, so you should be my apprentice by nature."

The voice just fell.

Jiang Qingyu felt her forehead being whipped by a willow branch again and again.

Every time he whipped a whip, there would be an extra book of cheats in his memory.

After whipping thousands of whips, he withdrew from the illusory world with a splitting headache.

……

The sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

Several oil lamps have been relit.

Jiang Qingyu stood in front of the bookshelf, wearing a goose feather cloak, holding a purple jade stove in her hand, and a willow branch hanging on her forehead,

Jiang Shan quietly closed his eyes to protect the Dharma.

An hour ago, Jiang Shan watched the willow branches flickering bright and dark but concealed the light of the sword's edge. He received a lot of inspiration in the way of swordsmanship, which made him very happy.

Although some inspirations can't help him break through the shackles of the realm, it is enough for him to take another small step on the basis of the initial stage of the second innate Haoyue realm.

It can be said that this visit saved him at least five years of penance.

"I owe another great favor."

At this time, Jiang Qingyu also completed the inheritance ceremony.

"Hmm... my head hurts."

He rubbed his forehead, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the willow branch in front of his forehead turned into ashes.

At the same time, a sentence rang in my ears:

"Teacher, don't forget the three-year agreement."

Chapter 6 Idiot I want to fight you

More than 1000 cheat books were stuffed into my head, with detailed explanations from the old sword master and thousands of sword moves I created on the basis of the cheat books...

Jiang Qingyu only felt that her head was about to explode.

Damn, even a first-class innate soul can't help tossing around like this!

Fortunately, I came a bit late.If I had come a few years earlier, I might have been overwhelmed by knowledge and become a fool.

But fortune and misfortune depend on each other...

It was unlucky to come late, just in time for Fan Yu's innate epiphany.

"Uncle Jiang Shan, how long have I been here?"

"Sir, it's been an hour."

After seeing Jiang Qingyu became the old sword master's disciple, Jiang Shan's attitude towards him changed obviously, and his words and deeds became more respectful.

Jiang Qingyu's heart was like a mirror, and the other party respected the old sword master Yu Yi, not herself.

So he smiled:

"Senior Brother, you are welcome, just call me Junior Brother."

Jiang Shan immediately waved his hand and refused:

"No, no, I'm not even the registered disciple of the old senior, but I can't afford the word "senior brother."

But Jiang Qingyu could clearly see that the other party's eyes could not conceal the joy after hearing the word "senior brother".

Tsk tsk, I didn't expect, Uncle Jiang Shan, you look honest and honest, but you are actually a duplicity man!

After realizing this, Jiang Qingyu gave the other party a step:

"How could it be! Master taught you one style of swordsmanship first, so it is natural for me to call you senior brother."

"Unless, brother thinks that the old sword master is not worthy of letting you perform the disciple ceremony?"

Jiang Shan hurriedly shook his head, pretending to have a helpless expression:

"No, no, I'm not worthy... Sigh, that's all, since the Fourth Young Master insists on asking, then I will be disrespectful."

"When there are no outsiders, you and I will address each other as brothers and sisters. If there are outsiders, we will communicate with the former son or uncle, so as not to let people see mistakes, how about it?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded and said:

"As it should be."

"In a short time, brother, please help me keep the secret. I can't let outsiders find out about my apprenticeship with the old sword master, otherwise it will definitely lead to death."

Jiang Shan also realized the seriousness of the matter.

Originally, the fourth son had been lying flat in the Ziyan courtyard, and it was fine if he didn't fight for the position of the son. The second wife and the second son would also support him for a lifetime of wealth in order to preserve his reputation.

But now that the fourth son has become the only apprentice of the old sword master, he threatens the second son's future heir position. Once the news is leaked, it will definitely attract the murderous intentions of Jiang Jing's mother and son and the Jiang family in Yongzhou!

"Junior brother, don't worry. There are no hidden guards on the sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion and the entrance of the corridor outside the iron gate. Only you and my brother know the secret. As long as we keep our mouths shut, we can sit back and relax."

Jiang Qingyu is not a suspicious person either:

"Of course I can trust senior brother."

"It's just that we have been on the sixth floor for so long, so we have to find an excuse."

Jiang Shan smiled:

"That's simple, and there's no need to find other excuses. When the Second Young Master came to the sixth floor for the first time, he stayed for an hour. After all, all the martial arts of the fourth grade innate are preserved here, even if they are only fragments. , is also enough to make people mesmerized, wishing to write it all down in one breath."

……

Just when Jiang Qingyu and Jiang Shan agreed on the details and were about to open the door and go downstairs.

At the entrance of the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a place where only a few veterans were eating melon seeds to bask in the sun on weekdays, there was an abnormally large group of people gathered today.

A group of people are divided into two factions and are confronting each other.

One of them was Lichun and Xiaoman, the two maids of Ziyanyuan.

At this moment, they were hiding behind several veterans and kept looking into the door with anxious expressions.

And not far in front of them, gathered more than thirty strange faces who were not servant girls of the palace.

All are men.

This group of people wore standard armor with a green sword symbol tattooed on their chests, and a long sword on their waists, all of them had rebellious and mocking smiles on their faces.

Lichun and Xiaoman are no strangers to this armor.

They all come from the Green Sword Camp of the second son of the Wangfu.

Everyone in the entire Chu Kingdom knows that the King of the North has always been very clear about rewards and punishments. All meritorious soldiers will not only be rewarded with silver taels, but they can also enter the Palace of the Palace to exchange military merits for martial arts and martial arts!

These thirty or so soldiers of the Green Sword Battalion gathered enough military merits to exchange for martial arts and martial arts this time.

It stands to reason that there would be no intersection between the maids in Qingjianying and Ziyanyuan.

The soldiers who lick blood on the blade of their swords every day have always looked down on that good-for-nothing who always lies on the couch.

But this time something went wrong.

The King of Rejecting the North held a banquet ten miles outside the North Gate, Qingjian Ying entered the city after eating and drinking, and the thirty or so of them followed Jiang Qingjian's order to bring a distinguished guest to the Sutra Pavilion to borrow books.

Unexpectedly, that distinguished guest was not interested in books at all, but kept clamoring for a duel with Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the palace!

He first went to the Purple Mist Courtyard, and after running out of time, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to block the door, and put on a posture that he would not give up without a duel.

Just like now, he is staring at the door, with an ugly face tilted, his eyebrows flying to the sky, and he keeps yelling:

"My warrior of the Di tribe, Gu Ergen, was defeated by Jiang Qingjian in a dignified manner on the battlefield, and he was convinced. He wants to become a brother of a different surname with me. That is the glory of my Gu Ergen!"

"Since we are brothers with different surnames, Brother Jiang's elder brother is my Guergen's elder brother, and Jiang's younger brother is my Guergen's younger brother."

"Eldest brother Jiang Qingshu won the first place in the academic examination at the Jixia Academy in the capital, so he is naturally qualified to be my elder brother."

"But what is that Jiang Qingyu? An idiot who only knows how to eat and sleep all day is worthy of being my Guergen's younger brother?"

"Hmph, I can't afford to lose that man!"

"I, Guergen, don't have such a useless brother!"

The ugly-faced young man was named Guergen, and he was extremely strong, wearing a shirtless leather armor, a velvet cap, and a machete on his waist.

A not-so-typical exotic style outfit.

This person was none other than the Sixth Prince of Beidi who was captured alive by Jiang Qingjian in this battle.

However, Bei Di said that there are hundreds of tribes, and Gurgen is just a prince in one of the larger tribes, and his actual identity is not as bluffing as his name.

But this sixth prince is very talented in martial arts. It is said that he is born with supernatural powers. He has a high reputation in his tribe and is especially valued by his father. He is very likely to become the next king of the tribe.

In other words, his life was worth a fortune.

There is an unwritten rule in the army, if a Di Ren with a special status is caught, he will be spared. As long as the Di Ren tribe pays enough ransom, they can take him back intact.

This rule holds true in reverse.

"Jiang Qingyu, son of a bitch, why don't you come out and salute when your brother is here? What kind of hero are you hiding in?"

"Cowards! Cowards!"

"I, Guergen, hate the good-for-nothing brother the most in my life!"

"When I was on the grassland, I personally killed four younger brothers who fled!"

"They're all cowards, just like you!"

Guergen's voice was so loud that the birds on Qianjian Lake all avoided the scripture storage pavilion.

Everyone was watching with cold eyes, including several veterans who guarded the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and they all had an attitude of watching.

It can be seen how unpopular Jiang Qingyu is in the palace.

Only the two maids of Ziyan Courtyard were trembling, secretly praying that their young master would not come out, and that it would be best to hide in the scripture storage pavilion, as shame is better than life.