Chapter 1195: Opening Poem
In the grand hall, the young Imperial Preceptor stood alone at the very front, hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the extremely ornate caisson ceiling, lost in thought.
Outside the palace hall, on the white jade steps flanking the vermilion ramps, at various heights, sword immortals stood, sat, or leaned on railings, either chatting or drinking.
Ning Yao and Lu Zhi stood at the top of the steps, discussing some cultivation insights on major barriers of the sword path. Ning Yao also asked Lu Zhi to keep an eye on Sun Chunwang.
Xiao Mo and Xie Gou sat on the steps on that side of the vermilion ramps, discussing where to have lunch and whether they could get a pot of the famous Changchun Palace fermented rice wine.
Qi Tingji, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, leaned against the railing, chatting with the Daoist couple Guo Du and Ling Xun. Upon learning that Guo Du had privately kept that map of the wild lands, Qi Tingji just laughed it off.
Mei Kan noticed that her disciple seemed somewhat distracted. She didn't think much of it, assuming that Mei Dandang had never experienced such a scene, and it was caused by a disturbance in her Dao heart.
Zhu Su, with her hands drawn into her sleeves, actually formed a sword seal, quietly entering a state of sitting in forgetfulness, refining the sword "Three Sounds". A few nearby sword cultivators, while drinking, helped protect her seclusion.
Jiang Shangzhen and Mi Yu sat on the lower steps, just positioning Chai Wu in the center between them.
The young girl was holding a bowl of wine, secretly making up her mind to train hard in swordsmanship, not to drink the wine of the Great Li Song Dynasty emperor for nothing. If the Great Li Song family ever encountered trouble in the future, no matter if it was a hundred or a thousand years from now, as long as she remained a sword cultivator, she would definitely step in and help settle it.
Jiang Shangzhen said out of nowhere, "I plan to find something to do, like asking the Mountain Lord for a money-making job, guaranteed to earn money."
The great sword immortal Mi Yu had self-awareness: "You don't talk to me about such serious matters."
Jiang Shangzhen said, "I intend to bring you in as a partner."
Mi Yu frowned and said, "If Chief Zhou thinks he has too much money and wants me, Mi Yu, to help spend it, that's fine. But as for doing a money-making business together, count me out. I'm not cut out for it."
Chai Wu took a sip of wine and couldn't help glancing at Sword Immortal Mi. She had learned something—her teacher Xie had just recently said that knowing how to refuse others is a skill.
Mi Yu noticed the young girl's gaze and said with self-deprecating laughter, "Shamelessness is inborn; it can't be learned. Of course, Chai Wu, don't you ever learn this from me."
If he accidentally led Chai Wu, that precious treasure, astray, not only would the Hidden Official definitely rage, but also Vice Chief Xie, who was her teacher, would hold him accountable. Mi Yu himself wouldn't have the face to show himself.
To tell the truth, a ten-something-year-old Jade Pure realm sword cultivator—wherever she appeared, wasn't it either shocking or astonishing? Not a monster to be feared, but a marvel to be amazed by.
A person who in childhood completely relied on self-enlightenment to master the methods of breathing and energy refinement, who at a young age relied on herself to survive a life-and-death crisis, and who in the Willow Tendon realm leaped directly into the Jade Pure realm—a ten-something-year-old upper fifth realm sword cultivator, a cultivation genius. Both aptitude and fortune were extremely favorable. This was having a tough fate and good fate. Even in this generation of geniuses emerging from Lizhu Cave Heaven, or even the Sword Qi Great Wall, which had been filled with sword cultivators for ten thousand years, how many