svetikya Chapter 35 Will the senior divide the Qi into three parts?
Chapter 35 Will the senior divide the Qi into three parts?
Many times, misunderstandings are caused by our own actions!
For some unknown reason, the mouth seems to serve no other function than eating, drinking, and kissing, and has lost its ability to "speak".
If one is burdened with a special responsibility or harbors deep hatred, that's understandable. But if one has no such burden, then it's purely a case of reaping what one sows.
If something can be explained clearly with words, you should never keep your mouth shut when you should speak.
With just a few words, Xu Qingya resolved the misunderstanding with Yang Yan and the others. She was just a junior sister; even fellow disciples might not be able to become her, let alone those from different sects.
Liu Qingci was slightly annoyed. She had thought that Xu Qingya was keeping a mistress and was preparing to watch Yang Yan and Yin Susu beat up the scumbag. She took the opportunity to throw a few punches.
That's it?
She's just a junior sister!
She's obviously the younger sister!
Unlike Yang Yan and Liu Qingci's carelessness, Yin Susu keenly sensed that Beitang Xin'er possessed the aura of a kindred spirit, and that Beitang Xin'er was definitely not a good person.
Yin Susu: Other things can be faked, but that kind of temperament that is the same as mine cannot be faked. It's just that her eyebrows and eyes are softer, so it can be concealed.
Yin Susu's acting skills are not bad, but as the daughter of the White-browed Eagle King, her eyebrows and eyes are more sharp. Yang Yan is a gentle and mature woman, while she can only be a domineering rich woman.
As for Liu Qingci… Liu Qingci brought two baskets of ingredients from the imperial kitchen: “Xu Qingya, these are the ingredients I got from the imperial kitchen. Hurry up and cook for me!”
Xu Qingya felt as if he had seen a great savior. At this moment, Liu Qingci was as holy as a Bodhisattva.
Without uttering a single wasted word, Xu Qingya picked up the carrying pole and headed to the kitchen, thanking Liu Qingci on one hand and his senior uncle on the other, thanking his senior uncle for teaching him how to cook.
Yang Yan, Yin Susu, and Liu Qingci all looked at Beitang Xin'er at the same time. Beitang Xin'er smiled mischievously, snatched the candied fruit from Liu Qingci, and started eating it.
Liu Qingci: How dare you steal my candy!
"These candied fruits are so delicious! What a pity! My father's travel money is all used up! Sister, which shop sells these candied fruits? I'll write them down!"
"Zhuque Street, Daoxiang Lane, Shunfangzhai!"
"Thank you, sister, you're such a kind person!"
"I...eat! Eat! Eat more! When dinner is served later, don't try to take the food from me!"
Liu Qingci shrugged helplessly. What could she say now? Snatch candy from a little girl? She couldn't bear the embarrassment of being seen in front of Yang Yan and the others.
Beitang Xin'er's big, watery eyes were her most terrifying weapon. Even Yin Susu, who was the most vigilant and alert, subconsciously lowered her guard.
When Xu Qingya brought the dishes to the table, Beitang Xin'er had already gained everyone's trust. Yang Yan became even more certain of one thing—Beitang Xin'er was definitely not Beitang Mo's biological daughter. How could Beitang Mo have such a brain?
Since Yang Yan learned that Xu Qingya wanted to find his aunt Ximen Ruoshui through Dongfang Qingmu, she has analyzed the information of Sifangmen in detail. According to Yang Yan's deduction, the elder who betrayed Sifangmen was most likely Beitang Mo.
He betrayed his sect, harmed his fellow disciples, and committed a series of evil deeds. He is still an elder of the Four Directions Sect, seemingly with more power. However, the Four Directions Sect's territory has shrunk, and he is coveted by countless people, making his life even more stifling.
He does nothing; he is an elder of the Four Directions Sect.
He betrayed his fellow disciples, yet he remained an elder of the Four Directions Sect.
Wasn't this betrayal for nothing?
Captain Jia could see that there was something wrong with this, but Beitang Mo just couldn't see it. He worked hard for half his life and didn't earn a single penny. What kind of brain circuit is that?
It is extremely rude for a son to scold his father.
Yang Yan only muttered a few complaints to herself and didn't say anything more. As Xu Qingya brought out the casserole, the scene quickly became lively. Everyone ate until the dishes were a mess, and then they all went home, leaving behind a pile of empty plates.
Xu Qingya handed the plate to Beitang Xin'er.
"The kitchen is over there, go wash the dishes!"
"Senior brother~ Look at my delicate hands!"
"Give me pocket money!"
"Okay!"
Beitang Xin'er carried the plate to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Xu Qingya's rented courtyard has two rooms.
Beitang Xin'er occupied one room, so Xu Qingya had to go to another. Beitang Xin'er came in a hurry and didn't prepare any bedding. Xu Qingya had been cooking all day and didn't have time to go shopping, so she didn't even have a pillow.
and so……
Xu Qingya looked down at Doubao'er.
It is said that that night, Doubao's sobbing sounded like the sentence: "Two hundred and fifty...two hundred and fifty..."
The next morning, Xu Qingya got up to practice his morning exercises. Beitang Xin'er also got up early, but instead of practicing, she used the pocket money Xu Qingya had given her to buy two breakfasts. After Xu Qingya finished his morning exercises, he came to eat breakfast.
According to Beitang Xin'er, the Beitang family's ancestral Beidian Xuan Gong is best practiced at night.
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingya thought of a joke!
Legend has it that a modern person obtained the Huashan Sect's supreme martial art, the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill." This martial art requires one to cultivate facing the rising sun, gathering a wisp of pure yang purple energy, refining it into the dantian (energy center), and making one's attacks resemble purple satin brocade.
This modern man is an extremely wealthy man. After seeing the conditions for practicing martial arts, he took a private plane and flew around the earth at a certain speed. Through meticulous calculations, he ensured that he was always in a state of "sunrise".
Technology changes lives!
"Senior brother, can you help me rescue Master Dongfang? You're so capable, even the Queen is infatuated with you, this shouldn't be too difficult, right? I won't let you work for nothing, I'll teach you the Northern Film Academy's profound skills."
"Xin'er, the Northern Electricity Mystic Skill is a family secret technique of the Beitang family. How can it be passed on to outsiders so casually?"
"Tch! What's the big deal? What kind of bullshit Beitang family is this? There are only two people in the family, can that even be called a family? Once my father passes away, everything in the family will be mine, and I can do whatever I want with it."
Beitang Xin'er curled her lip in disdain.
"Aren't you afraid of being blamed by Senior Beitang?"
"My dad spoils me the most. From childhood to adulthood, I can do whatever I want, and he never objects! Occasionally, if I do something wrong, my dad will point out my mistake and put me in solitary confinement for a few days. He never says anything harsh."
"Uh... Senior Beitang is so generous!"
Xu Qingya frowned slightly. In Xu Qingya's memory, Beitang Mo was by no means a kind person. He completely neglected Beitang Xin'er and never passed on the family's secret martial arts to outsiders, even at the cost of his life. He treated his daughter as a tool.
What's going on?
Has Beitang Mo changed his mind?
Xu Qingya said, "Xin'er, wait at home for a few days. I'll go sound out the court's opinion. I also want to find my master's aunt through Senior Dongfang!"
Beitang Xin'er shrugged: "My father never talks about what happened back then. No matter how I ask, it's no use. He just says it was youthful folly and that the past is the past. Only God knows what really happened."
Xu Qingya put down a money pouch: "Xin'er, if you're bored staying at home, you can go shopping!"
"I don't know the streets of Beijing."
"It's alright, Doubao knows the way. Buy it a few big bones, and it can show you around all day!"
Xu Qingya got up, carried Tang Dun'er, and headed to the headquarters of the Six Doors. He revealed the Life-Chasing Gourd and entered the Six Doors Heavenly Prison under the leadership of the jailer Guo Jiucheng.
Guo Jiucheng had been a prison warden for over thirty years and was very familiar with every blade of grass and tree in the prison. He was a quiet person, but he would become very talkative as soon as he received money.
"The Six Doors Prison has nine levels. Prisoners are held in different cells according to their martial arts skills, the severity of their crimes, and the time of their execution. For example, Tian Boguang, whom Young Master Xu captured, is imprisoned on the top level of the Heavenly Prison!"
"Tian Boguang can only be locked up on the top floor?"
"Young master, you misunderstand. Tian Boguang's martial arts skills and sins are enough to rank him in the third or fourth tier, but he will be executed in a few days, so it is most convenient to lock him up on the top tier."
"On which floor is the Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree?"
"He's dead!"
"How did he die?"
"I was so angry with someone that I almost died!"
Guo Jiucheng rolled his eyes at Xu Qingya.
Xu Qingya said, "Third Brother, you have impressive skills!"
Feng Qiwu loved money like his life, literally. When Zhui Ming turned his life's treasures into the national treasury and turned his painstakingly made roast goose into roast goose rice right in front of him, how could he bear it?
The phoenix perched on the parasol tree was driven to its death by anger; it was all the fault of the pursuer!
It has nothing to do with Xu Qingya!
Xu Qingya merely exposed his identity, broke his bones, and smashed his jewelry. What's there to be angry about? That's incredibly petty!
Guo Jiucheng nodded silently, thinking to himself that Xu Qingya liked to shift the blame to others. This special intelligence, which outsiders did not know for the time being, could be sold for at least five hundred taels!
Upon learning that he could gain five hundred taels of silver, Guo Jiucheng's expression improved considerably, and he beamed with smiles as he enthusiastically introduced the product.
According to Guo Jiucheng, the layout of the prison from top to bottom is roughly cylindrical, like digging a large well. However, there are relatively few people qualified to be imprisoned at the bottom, so the cells at the bottom are often quite spacious and are all comfortable super single rooms.
Dongfang Qingmu was imprisoned on the seventh floor.
When he was first captured, Dongfang Qingmu was imprisoned at the lowest level. More than ten years later, after being re-evaluated by the Six Doors, he was promoted two levels.
In addition, there are three paths to the Heavenly Prison.
One path was taken by the constables, and along the way were cruel and brutal punishments, instruments of torture stained with blood, screams of agony, and paving stones stained with blood.
One path is for visitors. This path is relatively wide and very clean. Except for the walls, which look rather gloomy, it is no different from a tunnel.
One path is the path of the dead. Prisoners who walk out of this path are either executed or have their identities completely erased and are given a new identity.
After passing through six dark and secluded passages, Xu Qingya arrived at the seventh level of the Heavenly Prison. Each cell here was made of thick bluestone slabs, with walls three feet thick. Inside the cells were prisoners wearing shackles and chains, their hair and beards disheveled, but their prison clothes were mostly clean.
After passing through six or seven prison cells, Xu Qingya saw his target in the capital—Dongfang Qingmu!
Dongfang Qingmu sat upright in the corner of the cell, his hands bound by two hundred-refined steel chains, with two large iron balls tied to one end of each chain. He had been imprisoned for more than ten years, and his hair and beard were unkempt, disheveled, like a lion's mane.
Sensing the arrival of outsiders, Dongfang Qingmu slowly raised his head: "Guo Jiucheng, don't bother! Rather than wasting any more time, just kill me!"
Guo Jiucheng sneered, "Dongfang Qingmu, do you really think you're someone important? If you were truly a big shot, you should be locked up on the ninth floor, why are you here? This Young Master Xu is here to see you, please excuse me!"
After saying that, Guo Jiucheng turned and left.
Xu Qingya stared intently at Dongfang Qingmu.
With dragon-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, tiger-like beard and lion-like hair, his appearance was truly domineering. Dongfang Qingmu's martial arts skills were ranked last among the four elders, but based on his appearance alone, if he wasn't the sect leader, who was qualified to be the sect leader?
"What do you want to ask?"
Dongfang Qingmu looked coldly at Xu Qingya.
Xu Qingya: I want to ask, senior, do you know the Three-Part Return to Origin technique? Could you teach me the Wind God Leg technique?
Of course, you can't ask that question.
Xu Qingya bowed respectfully: "Senior Dongfang, my master is Ximen Changhai, and Ximen Ruoshui is my aunt. I would like to know what happened to her before she disappeared."
Dongfang Qingmu coldly said, "What's the point of asking these questions? Ximen Ruoshui has been missing for many years, and her fate is still unknown. She's most likely dead!"
Does "undetermine his or her fate" mean he is dead?
Where did you learn this logic?