I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 22: My dear, your balls are moving
Yingchuan Yangdi, Shuijing Villa.

This place is bordered by Yuxi Mountain in the south and Man River in the north, and is built by the lake. From a distance, it looks like clear water and sky, with houses and bamboo forests blending into one, and green mist and mountain shadows, just like a fairyland.

A gentle breeze blew, and the bronze crowbar on the roof swayed slightly, making a creaking sound of metallic friction.

Sima Zheng smiled upon hearing the voice, put down the wooden slip in his hand, and saluted to the figure who suddenly appeared in the study: "Hey, I didn't know that Tiansi was coming. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person."

He spoke calmly, as if he was not unfamiliar with the person in front of him.

The person who appeared in front of Sima Zheng at this time was the mysterious masked man who had previously been in Yuzhou as the new Great Sage Teacher and had manipulated the Yellow Turbans in Runan behind the scenes.

His identity is actually a member of the mysterious organization Tiangong, codenamed Longju Tiansi.

As for Sima Zheng, he is also a member of the Heavenly Palace, codenamed Yunli Shuijing.

Compared to his calmness during the battle of Yuzhou, Tian Si now looked a little embarrassed. When facing Sima Zheng, his tone was full of complaints and dissatisfaction: "I'm busy and toilsome in Yuzhou, but you're so lucky, living such a leisurely life."

Sima Zheng elegantly filled a bowl with sweet spiritual spring water for him, and laughed loudly, "Well, as the saying goes, those who are capable will do more work. Tiansi is very thoughtful and has wonderful plans. How can Zheng compare to him? What's more, I am the water elephant of Emperor Xuanzong. There are countless spies hidden inside and outside the villa. If I take action, I will be discovered. When the real dragon gets angry, who can stop it? Zheng's personal safety is a small matter, and the interests of the Heavenly Palace are a big deal."

This is true.

Although Sima Zheng lived in seclusion in his hometown and did not care about worldly affairs.

However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Since the Taiping Dao rebellion, the entire Xuanzong of Taoism has been implicated by Zhang Jiao. Among them, Xuanzong Wuxiang, as the strongest in the Taoism, is naturally under strict surveillance from the court and the aristocratic families.

After all, the appearance of one Zhang Jiao had already caused unrest in the entire Han Dynasty and Confucianism. What would happen if there were a few more?

Tian Si raised the pottery bowl and drank the sweet spring water in one gulp.

He used the art of resurrection to take over Zhang Liang's body, so naturally he didn't need to eat or drink. However, the spiritual spring was not worldly food. The Yuan Qi of heaven and earth contained in it was of great benefit to the soul. It was one of the few treasures that could have an effect on the soul.

Putting down the pottery bowl, Tian Si looked at Sima Zheng: "You are a good man, it's ok to fool others, but now you are trying to fool me? How is the interpretation of the Xuanlu that was given to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several flashes of lightning suddenly appeared on Tiansi's body, and silver snakes jumped around everywhere with crackling sounds. The furniture in the study was immediately affected, as if it had been struck by lightning and became charred.

Sima Zheng made a seal with one hand and put his fingers together to form a sword with the other hand, sealing the seven major acupoints on Tiansi's chest.

"One Qi unifies the three to be authentic, Yin and Yang are divided into forward and reverse, suppress!"

The yin and yang energies rotated as Sima Zheng's fingertips turned, blended and merged into one, then divided into three, interweaving on Tiansi's body to form a strange starry sky shadow, and finally turned into a Bagua pattern, slowly shrinking, and finally sealed off all the chaotic lightning snakes.

After doing all this, Sima Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed and said, "I can only help you suppress the lightning energy temporarily, I can't dispel it."

Tian Si had been struck by lightning many times since he left Gepi, but he didn't take it seriously. He said calmly, "It seems that Zhang Liang's body can no longer be used."

Sima Zheng reminded him, "If you want to conceal the will of heaven by using the art of resurrection through corpses, you need to use blood as a guide. Although you have left many descendants, there are not many people whose cultivation meets the requirements."

"I still have Zhang Jiao's body in my hand. As long as we survive the trip to Mount Tai, everything will be fine. The most important thing now is to decipher what the last Xuanluo written on the fragment of the Taoist artifact Biluo Huangquan says. Only in this way can we know what the final ceremony is."

Tian Si's eyes were dim, and it was obvious that he had already put life and death aside.

After all, he was already a dead man. How could he be afraid of dying again?
However, just as the two were about to continue discussing their next plan, the ancient Nine Continents Fengshui Map hanging in Sima Zheng's study suddenly exploded with a ball of fire.

"Ok?"

Tian Si and Sima Zheng's attention were immediately drawn over.

"Something happened to Yuzhou's dragon energy?"

"According to the direction, it should be the Jinshui River near Daliang, the old capital of the Wei State..."

"It seems that something happened to the fake dragon buried underground."

Sima Zheng was startled, and then he calculated with his fingers, but it would have been better if he didn't calculate. After calculating the hexagram, his expression became even uglier: "According to the previous hexagram, Wei Wu's destiny should have been a fixed number. Now it seems that there must have been unexpected changes there."

Tian Si couldn't help but frowned: "The King of Wei is pretending to have the dragon energy of the former Wei State. Although he is just a fake dragon, this bit of luck, if used properly, can definitely raise a black dragon."

"Alas, the Black Dragon has a prosperous military fortune, but his fate is like a dragon but not a dragon. He will eventually be the vanguard for the king. The dragon energy on the fake King of Wei should have been obtained by Qi Sha. Qi Sha is a general star, belonging to fire and gold. It is ranked sixth in the Southern Dipper and has power when it meets the emperor. Among the fourteen main stars, it has the strongest personality, symbolizing might and bravery, and is responsible for killing. Therefore, it has the ability to plan and strategize, and has the characteristics of being strong and extreme, aggressive and adventurous. Life is good or bad, and success or failure is hard to judge."

Sima Zheng raised his hand, and the Heavenly Star Fate Book suddenly appeared in his palm. After flipping through it, he frowned again: "According to our original plan, after Qi Sha responded, we will kill Wei Wang Jia and seize the trace of the Great Wei Dragon Qi from him. Then we can start an expedition and turn danger into safety. It will be convenient for us to act in Taishan. But now in the Heavenly Star Fate Book, Qi Sha has not returned to his position, and Wei Wang Jia has surrendered. This..."

Unexpected variables appeared, and Tian Si's expression became solemn: "The plan to defeat the sky cannot fail. You continue to analyze the remaining Xuan Lu. As for the variable, I will solve it."

"Then I'll have to trouble Tiansi."

Sima Zheng knew very well that it was better for Tiansi to stay still than to move at this time.

It’s a pity that things have come to this point and they can no longer sit still.

And at this time...

Chenliu, the residence of the governor.

Dododo~
"My dear, what kind of egg is this? The eggshell feels so hard, like a rock."

Diao Chan moved her pretty face close to the giant egg and stretched out her slender fingers, knocking here and hitting there, turning herself into a curious baby, circling around the giant egg.

Wang Jing sat cross-legged on the side, his body crooked, his left hand supporting his chin, his expression slightly depressed: "How should I know? I don't even know how to hatch this giant egg, or I can just fry it and eat it."

After saying that, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. "Such a big egg must taste good, and it's quite filling. As the saying goes, an egg is too big to fit in one pot. As for the extra part, I can steam, stir-fry, boil, or deep-fry it. The taste, hiss... just thinking about it makes me excited!"

buzz~
As if sensing the malice from the outside world, the giant egg placed on the table began to shake slightly.

Diao Chan was startled, then exclaimed in surprise: "My dear, your balls are moving!"

Wang Jing went up and patted the hard eggshell, and said in amazement: "It really moved?"

Then he looked at Diao Chan and said, "How about waiting for it to hatch and fatten it up before eating it?"

"Okay, okay."

Diao Chan clapped her hands excitedly. She had been a refugee before and had experienced hunger, so she longed for delicious food even more. Just by listening to Wang Jing's description, her eyes were wet... Her mouth was drooling with greed.

buzz~
The dome began to shake again, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.

slap~
Wang Jing reached out and patted the giant egg again, with a look of disgust and dissatisfaction on his face: "Why are you moving? It keeps vibrating. Do you think you are the vibrator?"

Diao Chan couldn't help but ask, "My dear, if what hatched was a fairy bird, wouldn't it be too wasteful to eat it like this?"

Wang Jing's face was filled with melancholy when he heard this. "It's because I knew that the hatched one would definitely be a fairy bird that I thought of killing it and eating its meat directly. Think about it, the lifespan of a fairy bird is often thousands of years, how many years can I live? By the time it hatches, I'm afraid it won't even grow up, and I'll have to be buried first. Rather than letting it take care of me in my old age, it's better to eat it now."

Is it a waste to raise a fairy bird for a lifetime, investing huge amounts of resources and lifelong energy, just to bring benefits to future generations that you have yet to meet?

What the hell is the difference between this and cattle and horses?
Moreover, after the immortal bird is raised, it is still unclear whether it can fall into the hands of one's direct descendants. Who knows, by the time it is raised, it may become a family asset.

After all, the consumption of mythical beasts and immortal birds is extremely astonishing. For individuals, unless they are in a high position of power and are rich and powerful, they simply cannot afford to raise them.

Not to mention that Wang Jing didn't even know if he could survive the crisis in a few years, so how could he have the energy to consider long-term planning such as raising immortal birds? The Han Dynasty was established for more than 400 years, and it had experienced several major chaos in the middle. Therefore, apart from the royal family, there were not many families that could raise mythical beasts and immortal birds.

Many families could no longer afford to support their children, and some unlucky ones even suffered from family decline, causing their families to fall from aristocratic families to poor ones.

Otherwise, Wang Yun would not have been so generous as to give the giant egg to Wang Jing.

In Wang Yun's opinion, this thing was just a fake collection of the King of Wei. It had a certain collection value and could be considered precious, but it had no practical value.

For aristocratic families, ordinary spirit beasts are more cost-effective.

For example, the mount Jueying that Cao Ren gave to Wang Jing was a famous horse with the bloodline of a spiritual beast. It could run as fast as the wind and travel eight hundred miles a day.

If a brave general obtains such a spiritual beast, he can come and go freely on the battlefield. If Wang Jing obtains it, he can run away at a very fast speed. Isn't it much more useful than a fairy bird that can only be used hundreds of years later?
Just when Wang Jing was secretly complaining about his bad luck, there was a knock on the door.

"My dear, the master invites you."

"Father is looking for me? What's the matter?"

"This slave doesn't know."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Wang Jing asked Diao Chan to take care of the giant egg, while he straightened his clothes and went to meet Wang Yun.

In the study, not only Wang Yun was there, but also Wang Hong and Xu Lan.

Xu Lan was still the same, still with a cold face, and she had never been seen smiling at anyone.

Wang Yun and Wang Hong were in a good mood, especially Wang Yun. Wang Jing felt as if he had been reborn. In just a few days, he had changed so much and made such great progress.

Wang Jing was immediately delighted. The stronger Wang Yun became, the more secure he would be. This was a good thing.

"Congratulations, father, on reaching a higher level of cultivation."

"Hahaha, Yuanxu has a good eye. You can see this."

Wang Hong laughed loudly, and then praised: "It is all thanks to you and Yan Yun. If it were not for your help in retrieving the sacred object Danyu, your father would not have been able to improve so much in just a few days."

Wang Jing was puzzled: "Why is this?"

Wang Hong was stunned for a moment, and looked at Wang Yun: "Master Zi, it would be better if you explain this matter."

"Ah."

Wang Yun nodded, and said to Wang Jing: "Yuan Xu, you have practiced the Nine Refinements of True Yang, so you should understand that even if they are both Danyu Holy Flames, there are still differences in quality."

Wang Jing nodded, "Indeed, after I planted the Holy Flame in my heart, I used it to cleanse my intestines and stomach, completing the first stage of cultivation. But when I wanted to do the second stage of cultivation, I found that the efficiency of cleaning the internal organs was much worse. Not only did it take more time, but the effect was far inferior to the first stage. I was just about to ask my father about this matter, why there is such a big difference between the same Holy Flame."

Wang Jing had already fully understood the method of practicing "Nine Refinings of True Yang". It was nothing more than planting the Danyu Holy Flame in the heart, forming a flame, or a fire seed.

This wisp of flame and fire can ignite the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth absorbed into Wang Jing's body, thus forming an inexhaustible Danyu Holy Flame.

But there is obviously an essential difference between the fire of the spark and Wang Jing's fire. The difference lies in the fact that the fire of Danyu Holy Flame was not condensed by Wang Jing himself, but the Phoenix Fire he absorbed from Danyu.

The flames produced by the ignited Yuan Qi were condensed by Wang Jing himself.

Both of these two kinds of flames exist based on Yuan Qi, and both use the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth as fuel. They seem to be no different, but in fact they are completely different.

Wang Yun told Wang Jing the secret that was crucial to the foundation of the Wang family of Taiyuan with a serious expression: "This matter has been passed down orally for generations, and it has never been explicitly recorded even in the techniques. Because only the Holy Flame on Danyu is the real Holy Flame, and the Holy Flame ignited by our own Heaven and Earth Qi is not a Holy Flame at all. At least the two are fundamentally different."

"Different in nature?"

Wang Jing frowned and thought deeply, and his doubts deepened.

"The difference is that the Holy Flame we condensed only borrowed a part of the Holy Flame's power. The real Holy Flame is the divine fire of the phoenix. The phoenix is ​​an ancient immortal bird. It has long comprehended the way of life and death. With its high level of cultivation, it can even transform its understanding of life and death into the essence of Tao and imprint it in its magic power. This is the realm of the Dharma with the Yuanling."

"Does the law have an original spirit?"

Wang Jing was surprised.

"This is a high level of Qi Refining. It is said that people who have reached this level have spiritual magic and can be treated as living beings. They can even be reborn with a drop of blood."

Wang Yun took out the blood-colored glazed jade box containing Danyu, looked at Wang Jing, and said solemnly: "Danyu can actually be regarded as the incarnation of the divine bird Phoenix. Even if it is just a small flame, its essence is definitely not what we can imagine. Although your father was at the level of five refinements before, in fact, only three refinements used Danyu, and the remaining two refinements were slow and laborious, so the effect was much worse, causing your cultivation to stagnate over the years."

"Although I have now recovered Danyu, which makes my Five Refinements cultivation worthy of the title, my potential as a father has been exhausted. Yuanxu, you are different from Yanyun. You still have potential. For the sake of the family, the Holy Flame on Danyu will be absorbed by the two of you in the future."

After saying that, he pushed the blood-colored glazed jade box in front of Wang Jing.

Every bit of power in the Niwa Holy Flame is extremely precious. Now there are only two left in the family, and one of them has run out of energy and fallen into a deep sleep.

Although the remaining one has enough power, the remaining energy is not infinite after all and cannot be used at will.

Wang Jing felt a heavy weight on his shoulders when he heard this, as if he had been burdened with a heavy burden. “Yes, Jing must practice diligently and will never disappoint my father’s expectations.”

"Ah."

Wang Yun nodded with satisfaction, and then talked about cultivation: "In order to let you concentrate on practicing the Nine Refinings of True Yang, I relaxed the requirements for your studies. Now that you have made some progress in refining Qi, it is time for you to read more of the Four Books and Five Classics to sharpen your mind. Although there are countless schools of thought in the Han Dynasty, the only one that is respected is Confucianism. The power of other major schools, whether it is Taoist Qi training or military body training, is far less than the vast power of thought energy."

"Ah...this..."

It’s not that Wang Jing doesn’t like reading, but he feels sleepy when reading the Four Books and Five Classics and can’t concentrate at all.

On the contrary, he read with great interest the various collected strange stories and ancient myths.

However, he certainly couldn't tell Wang Yun what he really thought, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Don't worry, father. Although Jing still has many questions about the Five Classics, he has already been able to recite them by heart."

With the Dharmakaya plug-in, Wang Jing is not afraid of memorizing and copying.

But if he was asked to explain, he would have no choice but to kneel down.

Wang Yun was such a smart man that he could see through Wang Jing's thoughts with just one look. He immediately said indifferently, "You now have a photographic memory. I know that recitation and other tests will not be difficult for you. However, reading is to understand the teachings of the saints and to understand your own aspirations, not just to recite. That is not called reading, but rote learning."

Wang Jing lowered his head: "Father is right."

Wang Yun saw that Wang Jing was sincere, so he softened his tone and asked, "Do you know where the Confucian school's magical powers come from?"

Wang Jing thought for a moment and replied, "The Confucian supernatural powers are mostly driven by the power of thought, and the power of thought comes from the thoughts in people's minds."

"Antipolar."

Wang Yun nodded in satisfaction, and then continued: "But a person has thousands of thoughts, and with tens of thousands of people, how chaotic and disorderly would their thoughts be? How would you dispatch and even control such a huge amount of thought power?"

(End of this chapter)