Chapter 244
In the imperial study.
Emperor Yonghe reorganized the memorials that he had messed up.
As an emperor, he should not act on impulse, so he had to sort out his emotions after losing control of his emotions...
Feiyu Guards were the eyes and ears of Emperor Yonghe, but the best among them were those between the third and first level of soul refinement, and Chu Xing was a third level soul refinement.
In the past few decades, the martial arts of the world have made great progress, mainly referring to the Martial Saint and the Wu Ji Association.
The Great Yan court, as well as the Wudang Shaolin and other major sects destroyed by the Martial Saint, all practiced the "ancient methods" in the mouth of the Wu Ji Association, and they were still stuck in the old martial arts world forty years ago.
Therefore, it was a bit beyond the scope to expect the soul refiners in the Feiyu Guards to go deep into the Great Qin Prefecture City and dig deep intelligence from the King of Qin or the immortal cultivators behind the King of Qin.
Whether it was the mysterious Qiao family or the details of King Qin, Feiyuwei could not dig out any information...
"Your Majesty." At this time, Chu Xing, a Feiyuwei outside the door, stepped in:
"The herb collector has found the medicine you ordered."
"Oh?" Emperor Yonghe's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly said:
"Hurry up and present it to me, let me take a look."
Chu Xing opened the jade box, and saw a crystal clear snow lotus like a beautiful jade in the box.
"This is a kind of snow lotus that grows in the extremely cold land of Beizhou. It is very precious and extremely rare. It is called winter snow lotus." Chu Xing introduced: "It blooms every ten years, and it only blooms for a moment. Only when it is picked in that moment and stored in a special jade box, the medicinal effect will not decay." "The herbalist waited for three months in the snowy mountains of Beizhou before the flower bloomed...but the herbalist stayed in the snow for too long and his toes were frozen off." Emperor Yonghe pondered for a moment and said: "Then reward it with ten thousand taels of silver." "Your Majesty, should this winter snow lotus be handled as usual? Divide it into two parts, three parts of which are sent to Qianyuan Palace and seven parts are sent to the Taoist temple of Da Dao Sect?" Chu Xing asked again. "That's right." Emperor Yonghe nodded and sighed slightly. Most of the natural treasures in this world are in the hands of immortal cultivators. The remaining parts are basically in some strange and dangerous places. They are either difficult to mine, or extremely dangerous, or guarded by monsters, or the danger of the dangerous places themselves, even cultivators may die.
So herb collectors came into being.
Although cultivators have a long life span, if they want to collect herbs by themselves, they are naturally many times more efficient than mortals.
But the tiring and dangerous work of collecting herbs is naturally more suitable for mortals.
In recent years, the palace has kept three-tenths of the various natural treasures it has collected for itself and seven-tenths for tribute.
As for the three points that the palace kept for itself.....
"This main medicine is extraordinary. With this main medicine, the furnace of Qi and Blood Medicine can be opened again. I wonder how many years of power it can increase this time? The ancestor has been waiting for many years, so it must be sent immediately."
Emperor Yonghe thought about it and changed his words:
"Forget it, you put it down, I will go there myself."
It just so happened that there was a turmoil in the Qin Mansion recently. The Da Dao Sect supported the King of Qin. Emperor Yonghe was really a little tired and wanted to meet the ancestor who was the Dinghaishenzhen of the royal family.
.....
In the imperial kitchen of the palace.
A tall and muscular chef was swinging his knife vigorously. The kitchen knife in his hand easily cut into the gap between the muscles and bones of a cow under his hand. The whole cow was quickly dismembered under his knife.
He had excellent knife skills. The kitchen knife was like a butterfly flying through flowers in his hands, dazzling, fast and good.
"Xiao Hu, you are really good at knife skills. Why do you want to be a chef?" Other chefs also praised: "It's not that the chefs in the imperial kitchen are not good. For a chef to be able to enter the imperial kitchen, it's really the top..." "To be honest, you are so good at knife skills, but your cooking skills are third-rate. If you enter the imperial kitchen, you can only be a meat-cutting assistant at most. It's a bit of a waste of talent." The young chef named Hu smiled slightly: "I don't want to be an imperial chef. My ambition is to learn martial arts." "?" The other chef assistants were stunned for a moment. "What are you talking about? Did you go to the wrong place? This is the imperial kitchen, we are going in the opposite direction."
"If you really don't want to be a helper of a warrior, you are not a good cook? What you said is completely unrelated. How can the knife skills of the imperial kitchen and the knife skills of the warrior be the same?"
Amid the discussion, the young chef surnamed Hu was unmoved, and even a little surprised:
"Haven't you heard of it?"
"Decades ago, there was an imperial chef surnamed Hu who walked into the imperial kitchen. After he put down his butcher knife, he immediately became the leader of the world's knife skills. His "Pao Ding's Butcher Knife" is unmatched in the world."
"Didn't he practice his knife skills in the imperial kitchen?"
"You believe this absurd rumor?" Others were speechless.
"Why not? Cutting meat in the imperial kitchen is also a process of polishing the character of a warrior. He can kill cattle for decades and become the leader of the knife skills, the tenth in the world. I am just imitating my predecessors, what's wrong with that?" said the young man surnamed Hu.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door. It was Chu Xing, the emperor's personal guard, who came over.
"Prepare medicinal food for Qianyuan Palace... Huiling Red Fruit, Snow Bone Ginseng, Purple Smoke Fruit... Prepare all of these, the medicinal food will be used."
Chu Xing had no intention of chatting with these imperial chefs and left in a hurry.
But before leaving, he glanced at the young helper named Hu from the corner of his eye and shook his head secretly:
"This chicken soup is not something you can drink casually."
"It is true that the former swordsman surnamed Hu became the leader of the sword in the imperial kitchen of the palace... But rumors are only rumors, only half of the truth is more than that."
"How could a chef in this world be able to realize the truth in one day, put down the butcher knife, and become the leader of the sword? Do you think other martial artists are all fools?"
Chu Xing is not only the emperor's personal guard, but also a Flying Fish Guard who is inquiring about information. He knows much more than ordinary people.
"When the former leader of the sword was still an imperial chef, he cooked delicious dishes, which made the old ancestor in the deep palace very happy."
"The old ancestor was in a good mood, and he also saw that he was a good talent and had a good understanding of martial arts, so he gave him a few more pointers on weekdays."
"So it is not so easy for this kid surnamed Hu to imitate thousands of people... It is not so easy to become the leader of the sword."
"No matter how good the knife skills are, without the guidance of the predecessors, it is a thousand miles away..."
The top ten martial artists in the martial arts world in forty years are ten super martial artists.
The royal ancestor in the deep palace lived too long, so he mastered more martial arts than ordinary super-grade martial artists, so it was more than enough for him to instruct the younger generation.
After giving instructions to the imperial kitchen, Chu Xing went straight to the deep palace.
The existence of the royal ancestor is also a secret.
Ordinary people only know that there is a royal elder with a high generation in the deep palace, but they don’t know how long this royal elder has lived, and whether he has martial arts... In fact, Chu Xing is not very clear.
But he is also a martial artist after all, and he has been accompanying Emperor Yonghe for many years. He can guess and guess a lot of things.
...
It was morning at this time, the morning light was dim, and the scenery in the imperial garden was just right.
Some nobles in the palace and royal relatives got up early and practiced boxing in this imperial garden.
They gathered in groups of three or five, saying that they were practicing boxing, but in fact they were just killing time.
How could the nobles in the palace bear the hardship of practicing martial arts?
They practiced boxing under the morning sun, and their movements were slow and soft, without any strength or spirit. Rather than practicing boxing, it was better to say that it was a kind of boxing exercise that stretched the body.
If Qiao Mu was here, he would definitely be able to see that what these people practiced was actually a completely unrecognizable version of Qiao Changsheng Fist.
A hundred years ago, the Qiao family in Heyang produced a 100-year-old master, who became famous in the world. Later, he was also summoned to the palace to teach boxing, but it was obvious that these nobles only had the desire for longevity and immortality, and had no intention of practicing boxing.
The only exception was a white-haired old man in the corner.
The white-haired old man's hair was completely white, but there were not many wrinkles, and he did not look old. In particular, his eyes were sharp and energetic, completely different from ordinary old people.
The old man's movements were also very slow, but the rhythm between his boxing and breathing was secretly in line with the rhythm, and there were even two visible white steam coming out of his nostrils, which flickered and fluctuated with the boxing in his hands. It was obviously different from the boxing practiced by other nobles next to him.
"Hu..." The old man finished a set of boxing, closed his fists and stood up, exhaling a breath of white steam.
However, the white steam was quite condensed in the morning light, like a long arrow, which took a long time to dissipate.
"Are you here?" The old man did not turn around, but just asked quietly.
I don't know since when, there was no one around in the imperial garden, and it became quiet.
The nobles in the palace who were chatting in groups of three or five just now had left on their own, replaced by Emperor Yonghe who strode in, and several guards following behind him.
"Grandpa." Emperor Yonghe bowed slightly, with a respectful attitude.
"Since you are here, listen to what I have to say." The white-haired old man said: "In the past, the Great Yan Taizu held the Human King Sword and established the country with martial arts. He won the world on horseback. It was not just a simple strong army. The Taizu's martial arts was also the best in the world at that time." "If martial arts are practiced to super level, they can be a fierce general who can defeat thousands of enemies on the battlefield. In the chaotic world two or three hundred years ago, Taizu naturally had a hundred followers." "And the "Huangji Zhengong" created by Taizu was also the best magic skill in the world at that time." "In addition to the "Huangji Zhengong", the "Changsheng Fist" of the Qiao family in Heyang is also a miraculous skill. It is said that tracing back to its origin can be to chase after the Changsheng Gate, one of the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates. "
"This martial art can last even when one is old. It's a pity that when the 100-year-old master of the Qiao family in Heyang entered the palace to teach boxing a hundred years ago, the nobles in the palace were pampered and could not bear the hardship of practicing martial arts. They did not practice to the fullest, so they died early and could not survive me."
"So...did you understand, Emperor?" The white-haired old man picked up a handful of ginseng next to him and chewed it, just like chewing sweet potatoes: "In the past, Taizu had strong soldiers and horses, and his martial arts were outstanding. This was the foundation of his great cause in the troubled times."
"Son of Heaven, those with strong soldiers and horses should do it!"
The corners of Emperor Yonghe's eyes twitched slightly when he heard it.
If this was said to anyone in the world, it would be a great rebellion.
Even the royal family would not dare to say such words in front of Emperor Yonghe, otherwise they would be regarded as having the intention of rebellion.
But only this person in front of him could.
Because his existence is the Dinghai Shenpin of the Great Yan Royal Family.
The white-haired old man continued:
"But in this era, aliens are in high places, and even with strong soldiers and horses, they cannot defeat them."
"So we, the Yan family, need not only strong soldiers and horses, but also our own martial arts. Fists are the foundation."
"Emperor, how long have you not practiced martial arts?"
"Practicing ordinary outsiders' hard skills may shorten your lifespan, but the royal family has plenty of superior martial arts in their arsenal."
"Even if you don't practice martial arts to a very advanced level, you can still strengthen your body and live longer."
Facing the old man's words, Emperor Yonghe could only smile bitterly:
"The political affairs of the imperial court are heavy, especially in recent years when the Immortal Sect has become more and more rampant. I have been walking on thin ice for the past forty years, struggling to maintain a fragile balance. How can I find the time to practice martial arts?"
Taizu established the country with force, and his descendants have continued for two to three hundred years to this day. The direct line is naturally the branch of Emperor Yonghe.
It's just that the emperor's status is prominent, and even if he is not proficient in martial arts, he can make all the warriors in the world bow to him. Therefore, most emperors do not have high martial arts skills, and they do not need to be high.
As for the princes and grandsons of the branch, the number is naturally countless, and there are also people who practice martial arts among them.
Yanshenji is one of them.
It is said that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts, in order to practice martial arts well, naturally you also need a lot of dietary supplements such as medicinal materials and meat.
The Flame God Machine is different.
He has a physique called the body of medicinal spirit. He is naturally close to herbs and medicinal materials, and can absorb the medicinal power of herbs and herbs very well. There is almost no need to worry about the side effects of medicinal herbs.
He has already taken the elixir that extends life, the hundred-year-old red fruit that can increase one's skill for a period of sixty years, and so on.
Once martial arts has been practiced to the level of super level, it is basically the domain of cheaters.
Either he has a special physique, or he has peerless aptitude, or he has a series of adventures, or he even has all three, such as a martial saint, a sword-killing immortal, etc. They are all included in this list. He is already a martial arts legend figure that ordinary people can only dream of in their lifetime.
The Yanshenji is a martial arts legend among the Great Yan royal family.
In the past forty years, seventy percent of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures obtained by the royal family were handed over to the Immortal Sect, while the remaining threety percent basically fell into the hands of Yanshenji.
Emperor Yonghe looked at Yanshenji who was chewing ginseng like a sweet potato, and he felt emotional in his heart.
It is impossible for ordinary martial artists to spend money like this. As the saying goes, medicine is three parts poison. No matter how rich you are, you cannot eat famous medicines.