Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Jiang Qingjian asked him to abolish his younger brother Jiang Qingyu's hands and feet in the name of a duel, saying that he had already bribed everyone in the palace, and no one would stop him.

But Jiang Shan, who was not in this game, made a move.

This time the temptation was not fruitless, at least it could prove that Jiang Qingyu was not alone and helpless in the palace!

And Gurgen paid the price of losing his right arm forever, which can be regarded as repaying Jiang Qingjian's kindness.

From then on, the two owe each other nothing.

"Jiang Qingyu!"

"I'll find you again!"

Gurgen gave Jiang Qingyu a vicious look, then picked up the velvet cap that had been thrown aside, and carefully put it back on his head.

He walked up to a soldier of the Green Sword Battalion, smiled with his mouth crooked and said:

"Speak to your master Jiang Qingjian, I'm leaving, leaving the palace, and returning to my grassland."

"If he is afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, he can send troops to kill me."

"But please tell me that no matter what, my Gu Ergen's knife will never cut Jiang Qingjian at him in this life!"

The soldiers of the Qingjian Battalion beat their breastplates with their hands, paying high tribute to them:

"My lord, let's go."

"I can assure Second Young Master that no soldier from the Green Sword Battalion will stop you from returning to the grassland!"

Guergen grinned, and then left Qianjian Lake under the gaze of everyone.

He walked slowly, held his head up, and laughed loudly despite the loss of an arm.

For the first time in his life he was truly free.

When you come, you are arrogant, when you go, you are embarrassed.

But I am proud.

"It's a poor man, too."

Jiang Qingyu looked at the back of this person leaving, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

This matter is just the beginning!

Then, in front of everyone, he let go of the girl Xiaoman's hand, turned around and clasped his fists at the gray cannon old man and said:

"Uncle Jiang Shan, how about accompanying me to the Ziyan Courtyard for a pot of hot wine?"

Jiang Shan nodded silently.

This nod also means that his position in the palace will no longer be detached.

The second wife Jiang Jing and the second son Jiang Qingjian will regard him as an enemy!

Even the king of rejecting the North would be dissatisfied with him.

But Jiang Shan showed no signs of fear, and was even a little excited.

Seven years ago, the old sword sage surnamed Yu said a word to him before leaving the palace:

"After studying, the old man has to compete with others to gain insights. You have been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion all your life, and your sword is not out of its sheath. Even if you read tens of thousands of sword sutras, you will not become a master."

Jiang Shan touched his empty right sleeve and smiled.

His sword has not drank blood for a long time.

……

"Wangfu, the sky is about to change."

After Jiang Qingjian and his party left, a veteran soldier looked worried and murmured softly.

However, another old soldier said:

"Master Jiang Shan can't change anything by himself. Don't forget that the second son also has the support of the second grade of innate."

"The old servant brought by the second lady from Yongzhou's natal family entered the second rank of congenital decades earlier than Mr. Jiang Shan, and that one didn't have a broken arm!"

But the old pawn who spoke first shook his head and said:

"You do not understand."

"Back when the eldest lady and the eldest son did not go to the capital as hostages, among the four innate second ranks in the palace, except for the old servant, the other three all expressed their support for the eldest son!"

……

Back at Ziyan Courtyard, Jiang Qingyu was not angry when she saw the bedroom that had been smashed to pieces, instead she said with a smile:

"I knew that Guergen's attack was so heavy, I should have taken off both of his arms just now."

"Lichun, don't clean up now, report to Uncle Xu and ask him to arrange someone to record the disposal, so that no one will deny it."

Uncle Xu and Erhu Xu are the old housekeepers of the palace. Like Jiang Shan, his martial arts cultivation is at the innate second-rank Bright Moon Realm.

The eldest maid, Li Chun, lowered her head and said yes, then turned and left the yard.

Jiang Qingyu stared at the back of the big girl with complicated eyes, and then said to Xiaoman, the little girl with a flushed face:

"Xiao Man, go prepare a pot of hot bar."

"Remember, use the pot of apricot blossoms that my son buried last year."

Hearing the words "Xinghuachun", the little girl's face ached.

The fourth son is not favored in the palace, and the monthly silver expenses are only 100 taels, and he can't save much money except food and drink. This pot of apricot blossom spring worth 300 taels of silver was sent by the old housekeeper during the New Year's Eve last year. of.

This is already the most expensive wine that the whole Ziyan courtyard can afford.

When she first came to Ziyan Courtyard, Sister Lichun told her for a long time that this pot of wine should not be wasted until the day when the son gets married or the girl gets married.

But myself...

It seems that she seldom listens to Sister Lichun's entrustment!

"Got it, I'll go now."

The little girl thought of the scene where the young master held her hand again, she couldn't help blushing, and left with her head down.

After half an hour.

Seeing that Jiang Qingyu dismissed the two servant girls, Jiang Shan stopped restraining himself and said bluntly:

"That girl named Lichun has a problem."

"When I was in the Cangjing Pavilion, this girl seemed to care about you very much on the surface, but her words and deeds were far inferior to that girl named Xiaoman, which made people not impressed. It stands to reason that she served you much longer. I should be the first to stand up and protect you."

"The death of the servant first is the rule of the palace."

Jiang Qingyu didn't say a word, and there was no surprise on her face, as if she had known this for a long time.

"It seems that you have been aware of it for a long time."

Jiang Shan continued:

"In addition, I took a sneak peek at the moment I made the shot. There was a trace of anxiety and apology in the eyes of this woman looking at you. Maybe it will be bad for you in the near future."

"Does Junior Brother know that she belongs to the Second Madam?"

Jiang Qingyu shook her head imperceptibly:

"No."

"If Erniang had arranged, there would be no such thing as today."

"Sister Lichun has taken care of my daily life for 12 years. Counting the days, the first year she came here happened to be when my mother and elder brother went to the capital as hostages. In fact, my mother wanted to take me with me at that time, but I was young. He was sick and couldn't bear the hardships of traveling and traveling, so he was left in the palace."

Jiang Shan frowned:

"So, this woman might be the eyeliner who planted in the palace in the capital?"

"Do you want to report this matter to the prince?"

Jiang Qingyu said calmly:

"No, I think the father will only know more than we do."

Jiang Shan nodded in agreement.

No matter how indifferent the North King was to the Fourth Young Master, he would not have arranged for an unknown girl to serve his own son for more than ten years.

As long as he stands still, it means that everything is under his control.

Jiang Shan glanced at the wine room in the yard, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Speaking of which, the girl named Xiaoman next to the young master is not simple."

"Although she has tried hard to hide herself, I can still see that she has not weak martial arts."

Jiang Shan stretched out two fingers and made a gesture:

"At least, the eighth grade of the day after tomorrow!"

Chapter 11 Gurgan's Severed Arm

"Eighth grade the day after tomorrow..."

Jiang Qingyu was in a complicated mood.

Among the two maidservants in Ziyanyuan, Lichun, who is slightly older, has served him for 12 years. Jiang Qingyu would go out of her body every night, and sometimes she would secretly investigate some things besides practicing, so for this girl The understanding of the other party is also thorough enough, and the other party's origin, purpose, etc. are all under his control.

But the girl Xiaoman has only been in Ziyan Courtyard for less than two months, and she was not from the palace before. Jiang Qingyu doesn't know her well enough, only that she often blushes in the bedroom and reads fiction by herself.

As for martial arts cultivation...

His spirit can only perceive the strength of the breath above the innate, but it is inaccurate to estimate the breath below the innate.

The little girl has never practiced martial arts in private.

There are fifteen grades of martial arts in the world, ten grades acquired, and five grades congenital.

The five congenital ranks are Mingxing, Haoyue, Yaori, Zhaixing, and Yanglong. Each realm has a detailed division.

However, it is difficult to distinguish the boundaries of the tenth rank of Houtian, but the world also has a set of generally accepted rules, which roughly distinguishes the tenth rank realm by the degree of tempering of the flesh, limbs, and five internal organs. Specifically:

A piece of copper skin.

From the second to the fifth rank, every time you complete a limb's hard work, you will be promoted to a higher rank.

From the sixth to the tenth rank, every time the sublimation and baptism of a viscera is completed, one rank will be promoted.

The top five ranks don't have much demand for foreign objects, and they can be promoted one by one only by systematic physical training.

However, the last five ranks involve the internal organs of the human body, and a series of precious medicines must be used to complete the accumulation and advance to the realm.

The little girl has just turned 16 years old this year, but she has at least the acquired eighth-rank martial arts practice, which also means that she has completed the sublimation and baptism of the three internal organs!

Incredible!

One must know that Jiang Qingjian, the second son of the Prince of the North, ranked No. 11 on the list of princes of the Chu State. With the full support of the Prince's Mansion and the Jiang Clan of Yongzhou, he is now only the eighth rank of Houtian!

And Jiang Qingjian is 22 years old this year, six years older than Xiaoman!

"The origin of this woman must be extraordinary."

Jiang Shan speculated:

"There are many hidden families and sects in the state of Chu. Most of the ancestors have one or two congenital third- and fourth-rank figures. Some family sects and even every person in power are masters of at least third-rank innate. Based on their background, It is not sensational to tilt resources at any cost to cultivate a 16-year-old Houtian Bapin."

"But the 16-year-old Houtian Bapin is an innate embryo that cannot be lost in every force. It is likely to be cultivated as the next person in power. With the qualifications of a little girl, it is very likely that she will be promoted to Xiantian before the age of 20. , and even a few decades later, there is a slight chance to be promoted to the innate fourth-rank star-picking realm, and become a legend at the same level as the old Juggernaut."

"She sneaked into the Purple Mist Courtyard by herself, she must have a big plan."

Jiang Qingyu's impression of the little girl has always been very good, and she can't help but say a few words of teasing on weekdays. The little girl will always blush and make an aggrieved expression, which makes people feel happy.

He always knew that the eldest maid, Li Chun, came to Ziyan Courtyard for another purpose, so in private, he actually preferred Xiao Man more.

But now the little girl probably has another purpose.

Jiang Qingyu smiled wryly:

"It turns out that no one has ever truly belonged to me."

Jiang Shan was also filled with emotions.