I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 8: Scientific Cultivation of Immortals with Infinite Power
"Father."

"Souji, you're here."

After a while, Cai Yan took off her men's clothes, changed into red makeup, and appeared in Cai Yong's study wearing a lavender skirt.

She has a slender figure, and the skirt she wears is made of light blue silk with silk cotton inside, and the sleeves are connected by a piece of white silk, which fully demonstrates the girl's tenderness and beauty.

"Father has chosen a man for you. He is a talented young man from the Wei family in Hedong. He is 20 years old and his courtesy name is Zhongdao..."

Cai Yong was in a very good mood. Having returned to his hometown, all he was thinking about was his youngest daughter's lifelong affairs.

He had only two daughters and one son. His eldest daughter, Zhenji, was married to Yang Xun, the son of Yang Xu, the prefect of Nanyang, and his youngest son, Cai Xi, was still young. Therefore, his second daughter, Zhaoji, was the one who worried him the most.

"Can you give your daughter some time to think about it?"

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Looking at his daughter's beautiful face, Cai Yong's heart softened and he did not continue to press her. Instead, he was a little curious: "But which handsome boy do you like?"

Cai Yan pursed her lips and said shyly, "Father, my daughter just came back."

Cai Yong still didn't give up: "Really, you don't have a sweetheart?"

For some reason, Cai Yan thought of Wang Jing, who always liked to say strange things but was very comfortable to get along with, and her eyes twinkled: "I have met a friend who I can get along with."

"A man who is favored by you, Zhao Ji, must be very talented. Do you have any poems to write?"

"He left behind a few famous quotes."

"Oh, tell me."

"Articles are made by nature, but come by chance."

"It is a really good sentence, it should be made clear!"

Cai Yong was overjoyed when he heard this, and then he asked curiously, "Who is this handsome man from? With such talent, why didn't he want to win the prize in front of everyone?"

Cai Yan thought of Wang Jing's lazy look, smiled softly, and joked: "He claims to be the second son of Wang Yuzhou. As for his father, I asked him just now, and this is his answer."

"what?"

Cai Yong was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud: "Interesting, I never thought that Master Wang Zi could have a son like this, it seems that the Wang family of Taiyuan has a successor."

At this time, in the Wang family mansion.

"Second brother, do you think our Wang family will have no successor?"

"Brother, don't we still have you? You are the pillar of the family."

"Is this the reason why you're being lazy?"

"No, no, there is a saying that goes, a person should be calm and steady, and should be able to achieve success in the future. Brother, haven't you heard of this wise saying?"

"No! And I only saw 'Zhang' but not 'Chi'!"

At this time, Wang Jing was holding a roasted leg of lamb in his hand, his mouth full of oil. Under his feet, there were lamb bones scattered all over the ground, each of which had been gnawed bare. Even a dog would cry when seeing them.

"Brother, is it possible that eating is the way I practice martial arts?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I have never heard of such a thing!"

Wang Gai looked at him unfriendly, mainly because Wang Jing was too gluttonous and ate five sheep in one breath!

Besides, who can stand just eating meat without working?
As an elder brother, Wang Gai felt that he still had the responsibility to supervise his lazy and indolent second brother. After all, the family had invested so many precious cultivation resources in him, and he couldn't just throw away the resources and never get anything back, right?

Wang Jing was also helpless. Regarding the fact that he had completed the first level of "Nine Refinements of True Yang", only Wang Yun and Wang Hong in his family knew about it.

In order to keep the secret, the only option was to hide it from other people in the family.

In order to improve the efficiency of his practice, Wang Jing's first choice was to refine his digestive system, so eating five sheep a day was nothing more than a piece of cake.

The more he eats, the faster his cultivation increases.

"Jixuan, Yuanxu, what are you two arguing about?"

"uncle."

Wang Gai and Wang Jing bowed to Wang Hong, and then Wang Gai could not help but complain to Wang Hong: "My second brother is lazy and greedy, so I couldn't help but give him a lecture."

Wang Hong looked at Wang Jing with a gentle expression: "It is a blessing to be able to eat. Is it enough? If not, the family can buy a few more sheep."

"That's enough for now. I'm afraid my nephew will have indigestion if he eats too much."

"Well, as long as you have an idea."

Watching the two of them singing in unison, Wang Gai was stunned and could hardly believe the scene before him.

what happened?

Is there something going on in the family that I, the eldest son, don't know?

Wang Gai was very depressed, feeling excluded and alienated. He could only look at Wang Jing with resentment.

"Why, brother, do you want to eat lamb legs too?"

Wang Jing held up the half-eaten roasted lamb leg, feeling a little distressed, but remembering the touching story of Kong Rong giving up his pears, he reluctantly handed it to Wang Gai: "We are brothers, if you want to eat it, just tell me."

I'm going to eat your head!

Is this a leg of lamb thing?
Although it does smell delicious and makes me very hungry, you have already eaten half of it. How can I eat it again?
I am the eldest son!
I don’t want to lose face!
Wang Hong glanced around the yard and didn't see Wang Ling, so he asked, "By the way, where is Yan Yun?"

Wang Jing gnawed on the lamb leg and casually replied, "Oh, he has been meditating and practicing in the house since he came back."

Wang Gai spit on the side: "Humph, look at Yan Yun, then look at you, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Why should you be ashamed? I told you, eating is how I practice martial arts."

Wang Jing blinked with an innocent expression, but he still did not put down the leg of lamb in his hand. After all, he had evolved into a hungry man now, and his body was being drained by the Danyu Holy Flame every day, and he urgently needed a lot of nutrition.

If eating cows wasn't illegal, he could eat a whole cow in a day!

Soon, Wang Ling was also called out.

Wang Hong began to care about the three people's studies: "Did you learn anything from Feibai Sutra Hall today?"

The first person to speak was naturally Wang Gai, who showed admiration on his face: "Mr. Bo Ji is indeed a famous scholar in the country, well-educated, knowledgeable and intelligent. It is a great honor to be able to listen to his lectures."

After that, he demonstrated the results of his lectures, especially a few tips on refining the spirit, which were precious knowledge that even the Wang family of Taiyuan had not included.

Reading can nourish your spirit, and many people understand this truth.

But what books to read, how to cultivate qi, what kind of qi to cultivate, and how to combine it with one's own thoughts and mind to achieve twice the result with half the effort are all very particular, and even considered a secret.

I have to say that Wang Gai listened to the class very seriously.

Wang Hong examined him for a while and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. It seems that you are really working hard."

Wang Gai was overjoyed to receive the praise from his elders, but he still pretended to be humble and calm on the surface: "Uncle, you are too kind. I still have a long way to go. I will continue to work hard in the future and will never tarnish the reputation of my Wang family."

Wang Hong was very pleased to see Wang Gai being so mature and steady. He encouraged him a few more times before turning his gaze to Wang Jing: "Yuan Xu, what about you?"

Wang Jing answered honestly: "Mr. Bojie's lectures are too difficult and difficult to understand in a short period of time..."

Wang Gai was speechless. He had seen with his own eyes that Wang Jing was chatting enthusiastically with a young scholar named Yang Xuan and was not listening to the class seriously. He was about to complain to Wang Hong.

At this time, Wang Jing changed the subject: "Fortunately, my memory is not bad. I wrote down everything Mr. Bojie said."

"What? You wrote it all down?"

Wang Gai obviously didn't believe it, after all, it was too horrifying.

The content of Cai Yong's lectures at that time was all-encompassing and involved so much content. How could it be possible to write down all of it?
If you can even remember one third of it, you can be called a genius.

However, no matter how hard Wang Gai tried to believe it, he was completely convinced when Wang Jing really memorized part of Cai Yong's lecture content.

Wang Hong was not too surprised. After all, Wang Jing's Dharma body had the ability to remember everything it photographed. He had already known about this matter and patiently explained some difficult questions to Wang Jing.

Wang Jing then mentioned something else: "Uncle, Mr. Bo Ji's "Phoenix Feather Immortal Sound" is very magical. It is not only very helpful for refining the spirit, but also very compatible with my Taiyuan Wang family's ancestral magic skill "True Yang Nine Refinings". To my nephew, it feels like different parts of the same skill."

Wang Jing was not talking nonsense, but a reasonable guess based on the existing facts. It is very likely that "Nine Refinings of True Yang" and "Phoenix Feather Immortal Sound" came from the same source.

After all, the ancestral magic skill of the Taiyuan Wang family, "Nine Refinings of True Yang", was created by their ancestor Wang Jian. What classics did Wang Jian refer to before creating this skill? Although Wang Jing didn't know, it was certain that the Danyu Holy Flame was left by the divine bird Phoenix when Fengming was in Mount Qishan.

The "Phoenix Feather Fairy Sound" is a modified and supplemented fragment of the "Nine Songs of Tianwei", the national magic of the Chu State. If we trace it back further, its source is the Nine Phoenixes, the gods revered by the Chu people.

They are all "Phoenix", is it just a coincidence?
Wang Jing obviously didn't believe it.

When Wang Hong heard this, his eyes were also shocked and he asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

"Uncle, you will know once you try it."

Afterwards, Wang Jing tried to recall Cai Yong’s vocal techniques at the time, and used the power of thought to vibrate his heartstrings, producing similar special sound waves.

In an instant, a burst of clanging and harmonious sounds, like heavenly music, like divine music, like a song and a cry, struck everyone's hearts.

When everyone present heard this sound, their hearts were all shocked, their consciousness was stirred, and their hearts seemed to be washed and cleansed by the high-pitched sound of the phoenix. They suddenly felt clear and ethereal, peaceful and happy, and they forgot their sorrow and sadness. Their thoughts became unprecedentedly calm and clear.

Wang Hong even felt that his stagnant spiritual cultivation had loosened a little, as if the bottleneck that had been bothering him had disappeared.

"It eats and drinks naturally, sings and dances by itself, and the world is at peace when it is seen. The record of the mythical bird Phoenix in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is indeed true!"

Wang Hong couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, because he indeed felt a power similar to the Niwa Holy Flame.

Although one is the divine fire and the other is the heavenly sound, and their forms of existence are different, it is obvious that these two forces have the same characteristics and obviously come from the same source.

Wang Hong soon informed Wang Yun of this matter, which attracted Wang Yun's attention: "How can the Phoenix Feather Fairy Sound be so compatible with the Taiyuan Wang family's True Yang Nine Refinements?"

"To be precise, it should be that the 'Nine Songs of Heaven' and the 'Nine Refinings of True Yang' are extremely compatible. These two techniques are very likely to have the same origin."

Wang Yun was silent for a long time after hearing this, then he looked at Wang Hong and said, "You mean, you want me to ask Bo Ji for this technique?"

He and Cai Yong were only casual acquaintances, and he obviously couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

Wang Hong immediately mentioned something he had heard from Wang Gai: "I once heard Jixuan mention that Yuanxu seemed to admire the second wife of the Cai family. This woman comes from a famous family and is extremely talented and beautiful. She should be a good match for him."

"This……"

Wang Yun, who originally wanted to reject Wang Hong's proposal, was now somewhat tempted.

Cai Yong was a famous scholar in the country, and he would not allow himself to be taken advantage of by trickery or force. However, if the two families were to become relatives, it would be reasonable for him to ask for a martial arts technique as a dowry.

After all, the Wang family of Taiyuan was one of the most prominent families of the time. Moreover, the Fairy Sound of Phoenix Feathers was not an inheritance from the Cai family but was collected and completed by Cai Yong himself.

Just from the part that Cai Yong demonstrated in public during his previous lectures, one can tell that this technique is by no means simple.

After all, it was the national defense magic of the Chu State in the past. Even if only fragments fell into Cai Yong's hands, its power was extraordinary enough.

After thinking it over again and again, Wang Yun decided to wait and see for a while before making any decision: "We should not be impatient about this matter. Let's think of a way to test Cai Bojie's attitude first."

"Well, Master Zi, you are still patient. It would be reckless to go to someone's house and propose marriage at this time."

Wang Hong also agreed with Wang Yun's decision.

For noble families, marriage is no trivial matter. Once the marriage is concluded, it often means that the two families will be connected in destiny, share the same spirit and advance and retreat together.

The most important thing is that if the Wang family sends someone to propose marriage and is rejected, it would be a very embarrassing thing. At that time, the two families might not only fail to get married, but also become enemies.

The next morning, the sky was clear and the air was bright.

Wang Jing, who didn't know that his family had already started arranging a marriage for him, was happily preparing to go out.

Diao Chan was quite surprised by this: "My dear, don't you usually stay at home and never step out of the front door?"

Wang Jing turned around, scratched Diao Chan's cute little nose, and explained with a smile: "Why, your husband is not allowed to make a few close friends outside?"

"Best friend?"

Diao Chan tilted her head, looking confused.

Wang Jing was very serious: "From the first moment I saw Zixiao, I knew that he and I would become friends for life and death."

Wang Ling, who happened to be going out with Wang Jing today, heard this. Being honest, he couldn't help but wonder, "Second brother, I remember when you saw Brother Zixiao riding a horse in the downtown area, you said that he was so rude and impolite, he must be from a nouveau riche family and not presentable..."

"You must be remembering it wrong."

"No, Ling has always had a good memory."

"Yanyun, I'll give you one more chance. Please reorganize your words."

Wang Ling looked up at Wang Jing's raised fist, which was as big as a casserole. He immediately shrank his head in fear and said, "Second brother is right. Maybe Ling remembered it wrongly."

Wang Jing then put away his fist and smiled with satisfaction: "Well, this young man is teachable."

Diao Chan giggled as she watched from the side, and thought that her husband's domineering look was also very handsome.

After the two of them went out, they set off for the East Gate, where a new tavern had opened, which was the place where Wang Jing, Cao Ren and Yang Xuan had agreed to meet.

When they got there, they were both already drinking.

"Oh my, I'm the last one to arrive. I'll drink three cups as punishment."

Wang Jing greeted the two of them, then went up to pour himself a glass of wine and drank it.

Cai Yan, who used the alias Yang Xuan, had a smile on her face at this time, and immediately teased: "Zixiao, I always feel that Yuan Xu was late on purpose, and then came here to cheat for wine."

"Zhao Ming, what you said is wrong. You and Zi Xiao both came here on horseback, while Yan Yun and I came here on foot, so we were a step slower. It is understandable. Besides, when you meet a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough. How can this be considered a lie?"

Only after Wang Jing drank three cups of freshly brewed green ant wine did he moisten his dry throat and feel much more relaxed.

After all, going out on a hot day will expose you to the sun all the way.

At this time, a few glasses of ice-cold beer can really refresh your body and mind.

However, since beer is not available right now, it is also a good idea to drink some fermented rice wine. Although the alcohol content is not high, it has a mellow taste and a strong aroma. It is just the right drink to quench your thirst.

"Brother Zixiao, it seems that Yuanxu not only wants to cheat us out of the wine, he also wants to cheat us out of our horses."

Cai Yan smiled and looked at Wang Jing, then teased him a few more times.

Cao Ren laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Haha, Yuan Xu just wants a good horse, how difficult is that? Wait for me to write a letter and send it back home, and I will definitely get you a top-quality horse that can run a hundred miles."

"Is there such a good thing? Zixiao is so generous! Come, drink this cup to the full!"

Someone wanted to give him a horse as a gift, and Wang Jing immediately raised his glass and accepted it with a smile.

Wang Ling frowned when he saw this, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Second brother, it is said that no reward is given without merit. A good horse worth at least a hundred li is worth a hundred gold coins. Is this inappropriate?"

Hearing this, Wang Jing turned around and glared at Wang Ling: "Who said I don't deserve rewards without merit? Please, write and serve me!"

When the waiter in the store brought paper and pen, Wang Jing rolled up his sleeves and wrote on it. After he finished writing, he rolled up the paper and handed it to Cao Ren: "If it were someone else, this method would be worth a fortune and you could give it to Zixiao. But Jing won't take a penny."

Yang Xuan suddenly became curious and looked at Cao Ren with shining eyes, expectantly: "What famous works did Yuan Xu write?"

After Cao Ren finished reading it, he looked strange, but he quickly rolled up the rice paper in his hand and hid it in his arms. Then he sighed and said, "It may not be a masterpiece that will be remembered for thousands of years, but it is truly worth a fortune."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it, but this made Yang Xuan even more curious.

Wang Ling was also surprised: "Second brother, what on earth did you write?"

Wang Jing smiled indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just a method of refining crude salt. Zixiao and I hit it off right away. It's a pity that we met too late. There's nothing to be surprised about giving each other gifts."

"How to extract crude salt?!"

Wang Ling was so shocked that he was speechless. The price of coarse salt was more than a hundred times different from that of refined salt.
With this purification method, even if one is a poor and penniless commoner, it won't take long for him to earn a huge fortune and become wealthy.

Even though the Cao family of Qiao County was already famous for their great wealth, the gift sent by Wang Jing was enough to be considered a heavy gift.

Now it was Cao Ren's turn to look at Wang Jing with new eyes. He even imitated Wang Jing's behavior and raised his glass with a smile: "Yuan Xu is very generous. This wine is for our friendship!"

When Wang Jing saw this, his heart was filled with joy.

The method of refining crude salt is certainly valuable, but it has been given away. If it can be exchanged for the friendship of the Cao family, this deal is still a good deal.

After all, gift-giving is all about warming a cold stove. How can adding icing on the cake be as effective as sending charcoal in the snow?
What's more, giving away the recipe doesn't mean you can't use it yourself. It just means you can't make a unique business out of it.

But the entire refined salt market in the Central Plains is not something that he can take over alone. Instead of eating alone, it is better to have a good relationship with the Cao family, and then take advantage of the connections and channels of the Cao family in Qiao County, and work together to happily reap the profits.

No matter how you look at it, I haven't lost anything.

(End of this chapter)