Chapter Nineteen: The Pearl Falls on the Jade Plate
hirteen days. Then, as long as the small Zhoutian cycle goes smoothly, Jiang Wang will steadily step into the Zhoutian realm.The heart-wrenching county exam for the academy has come to an end. Jiang W...If you ask where the most soul-stirring place of wind and moon is in Fenglin City, this old foodie will only tell you one answer - Sanfenxianglu.
It's not just a world of three-point colored rouge, but the fragrance of the world. It alone occupies one-third of the Three-Point Fragrance Building.
Although it is just a multi-storey building.
But from the day it opened, it swept through the mediocre flower and willow market of Fenglin City like a destructive force.
Now the young masters of Maplewood City can enjoy their romantic pursuits, all thanks to the Sanfen Xiangli Building's elevating the standards of courtesans throughout Maplewood City.
This is equivalent to saying that Dong A, a master of the fifth rank, has improved the educational level at Fenglin City's Dao Institute. Of course, this is something Zhao Ruocheng would only whisper privately.
The current top card at the Sanfen Xiangqi Tower is a woman named Miaoyu.
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How many people daydream about her boudoir, wishing they could crawl at her feet and enter her skirt. But how many are actually fortunate enough to experience her grace It's a small number indeed.
On a luxuriously decorated rocking bed, a middle-aged man stood naked, his expression fervent and ecstatic. His joy ebbed and flowed, but beneath him lay only a bundle of bedding.
A single beaded curtain separated them. A soft, cushioned bed was opposite a rocking bed. Miaoyu leaned back languidly, supporting her chin with one hand, her curves sculpted to perfection. Her eyes were distant, as if she couldn't be bothered with the middle-aged man's "self-entertainment." Whether she saw it or not remained unclear.
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A man in black knelt before the soft bed, respectfully reporting something.
That is to say, that Jiang Wang fellow possesses a set of remarkably sophisticated sword techniques, but has never shown them off to anyone before this
Her voice was languid, like a cat just waking up, teasing the heart subtly.
The man in black knelt, never raising his head: “That is true. I am incompetent and have been unable to find out where he learned it.”
Miao Yu thoughtfully raised a finger and said, "Go down."
The man in black heard the sound, his forehead pressed against the floor. His ring and little fingers curled inward, while his thumb, index finger, and middle finger formed a triangle to cover his chest. He softly recited: "At the bottom of the River Wailing, at the Abyss of Huangquan. The venerated god returns to the world, illuminating mankind."
The whole person just seeped into the floor.
“Has there ever been a sword technique like this in the entire Maple Forest Academy Was it passed down by some great swordsman from the Trials of Swordsmanship Or perhaps…” Miaoyue’s gaze drifted off into a daze.
"Daozi…"
She aspired for more, farther, and more ethereal.
“At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, in the depths of Huangquan. The divine returns to the world, illuminating all beings.”
She also made the same gesture and softly recited the same words.
And the naked man on the bed was still writhing, alone with himself, lost in a beautiful fantasy that seemed to offer eternal bliss.
At this time, in a certain village of Yong Kingdom, a ferocious bald man was grabbing something and gnawing on it with his mouth wide open. Blood flowed all over his face and hands.
...and from the hollow, gaping hole in that villager's chest, lying at his side... it was clearly feasting on human flesh.
He was munching happily when suddenly a streak of light shot down and headed straight for him.
Unfortunately, this is not a bolt from the blue, a divine sword that slays evil.
The bald man reached out and grabbed the streak of light with his hand, causing it to transform into an ancient sword.
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"Damn it! I'll eat your heart sooner or later!" The bald man, clearly furious at being disturbed while eating, growled.
"Old geezer, what century is this Still using flying swords to send messages!" He cursed as he opened the letter on the blood-stained flying sword with his hand.
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Now that the Mo Men's Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Shell has been in use for many years and sales are excellent, some forces still refuse to use it. After all, no one can be sure if those skilled craftsmen of the Mo Men have left any hidden mechanisms within the transmission shells.
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Even if the members of Mo Men swear heaven and earth – even the most rigorous oaths could have been researched for dozens of ways to break them. What use are oaths
"Zhuang Kingdom, Qinghe County, Sanshan City" He pronounced each word slowly, couldn't help but spit: "What a remote corner!"
The long sword swayed in the air, as if urging something on.
The bald man became increasingly agitated, but clearly the sender of the letter was someone he couldn't refuse at present.
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With his blood-stained finger, he scribbled five strokes on the letter paper, a simple sketch of a horse, meaning: Go now.
He casually fixed the letter to the sword, and the sword, as it had come, disappeared in a flash.
Once the flying sword had flown far away, this bald man suddenly remembered something like, "Wouldn't the Big Boss be unable to understand"
He pondered for a while, then cast aside this small worry.
"I can't even understand this, how are you the boss!"
As soon as Jiang Wang reached the dormitory door, he could hear voices coming from inside.
After entering the inner sect, he continued to live with Ling He and Du Yehu, convenient for them to practice and learn from each other at any time. Zhao Ruocheng would come over to stay for a night every few days, but he wouldn't stay long. Although the room was much better than before, it made little difference to Zhao Ruocheng...
Hearing Jiang Wang's footsteps, Ling He hurried out, "You're finally back, your family has been waiting for you all day!"
My family...
Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned into the room. On the rosewood furniture by the window – which Zhao Rucheng had insisted on bringing over – she saw a woman with enduring elegance.
Du Yecho sat beside, hands folded and feet still, innocently answering every question the woman asked. He was like a wild child tamed in front of his friends' parents.
...But this "child" has an excessive amount of facial hair and looks rather anxious. Compared to her, he seems even older than the well-maintained woman.
Seeing Jiang Wang come in, the woman hastily stood up, her eyes filled with surprise. "Little Wang, long time no see! You've grown taller and stronger!"
Jiang Wang nodded and greeted, "Hello, Lady Song."
His biological mother had passed away very early, and this woman was his father's stepmother. He couldn't bring himself to change his ways and always called her "aunt" instead.
This concubine wasn't a bad person, and she had never mistreated him. It was just that after Jiang Wang’s father remarried, he passed the entrance examination for the outer sect of the Dao Institute within a few years. Cultivating was arduous, and except during festivals, he rarely went home. They had never had any conflicts, but their relationship wasn't particularly deep either.
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While greeting, Song’s wife pulled the little girl hiding behind her to the front. “Hurry and greet them!”
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This is a timid little girl. Only when urged by her mother did she open her mouth slightly and whisper, "Brother."
This Song concubine's silk garments were resplendent and vibrant, adding a touch of color to her presence. The young girl was also well-dressed, but her delicate features and natural radiance were truly captivating.
Alas, as soon as she had cried out, she immediately went back behind her mother, only peering out half of her little head to look at her long-lost older brother.
He certainly loved his little sister, blood is thicker than water, that no one can change. It's just that he devoted himself to cultivation, each time he returned home he only came and went in a hurry. It's been a long time since he heard the sound of "Brother" from her.
Though soft and slight, the sound was like a pearl rolling on a jade dish, indescribably crisp and pleasant.
After years of bloodshed and darkness, Jiang Wang's heart, which he believed had long since turned cold and hard, suddenly felt a sense of melting.
After returning to town from Tangshe, Jiang Wang rarely showed a genuine smile, "An'an!" most powerful contenders for the throne."Your Highness."Around him, Li Longchuan and Yan Fu and others all spoke out to greet him. These people were either rich or noble; they didn't need to pay gran...