martial arts

Chapter 2, The Shame of the Treasury

Back in the house, Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged. He hadn't figured out what kind of situation he was in after getting this body.

hum!
With a thought, a phantom of a blue wolf emerged from behind. It was the martial soul of this body, only Huang Jie first rank.

Martial spirits can be divided into two categories: beast spirits and soldier spirits!
Whether it is the martial soul of the beast or the martial soul of the soldier, they can be divided into four levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven!Each level is divided into nine ranks, four majors and nine minors. The higher the rank and the higher the rank, the stronger the potential for practicing martial arts and the stronger the combat power.

Jiangcheng recited the secret art silently, and thousands of dim fragmented phantoms slowly emerged from the Tianling Cap.

hum!
In the end, they slowly merged together to form a phantom of an ancient war sword. Jiang Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. This is the martial soul of his previous life——Space-time War Sword, a heavenly masterpiece!

The phantom of the blue wolf behind him trembled, looking very fearful. This is the performance of a low-level martial soul when facing a high-level martial soul. Before the fight, the momentum is already weaker.

When he was in Tianyu, he was besieged by the nine strongest heavenly emperors and fell. The time-space war sword martial soul was shattered and imprinted in his consciousness autonomously.

As long as his consciousness is immortal, neither is his martial soul!
With the Martial Soul of his previous life and the many secret techniques of heaven he has learned, he has the confidence to rise again.

With the improvement of the cultivation level, the martial soul will gradually sublimate, gradually solidify from the phantom shape, materialize, deify, and finally be completely revived. This is the mystery of the martial soul!

This body had previously cultivated the Huang-level second-grade kung fu method "Condensing Wind Kung Fu", and the speed of cultivation was slow. Moreover, the zhenqi obtained from the cultivation was mixed and powerful.

The properties of martial souls are different, and the true qi cultivated is also different. The blue wolf martial soul belongs to the wind system, and the true qi cultivated is the wind-type true qi, and the color it expresses is blue.

Generally speaking, there is no such thing as a person with two martial spirits, because the qi of different departments will conflict with each other, causing the body to explode and die.

Regarding this point, Jiang Cheng was not worried. What the Space-Time War Sword Wuhun cultivated was the power of time and space, not true qi, and it would not conflict with true qi.

Jiang Cheng memorized at least hundreds of various exercise secrets. He selected a wind-type exercise "Tianfeng Jue", and began to adjust the movement meridians of the wind-type zhenqi in his body.

"Tianfeng Jue" belongs to the fifth-grade heaven-level kung fu, which is many times stronger than the second-grade Huang-level wind condensing art!
The Qinglang Wuhun level of this body is too low, and it is destined to have low achievements in the field of wind in the future. Jiang Cheng doesn't care much about it, but since he got this body, he can transform it. For the time being, he can have more strength.

Jiang Cheng immersed himself in his mind, silently manipulated the Heavenly Wind Jue, controlled the true energy of the wind system, passed through Huangchi, Jiubian, Tanzhong, Huangji and other major points of the body, entered the strange meridian, turned the eight meridians, traveled through the five internal organs, passed through The six internal organs, and then reach the limbs and bones.

First form a small Zhou, and then build a big Zhou from 49 small Zhou!
The Tianfeng Jue is extremely complicated and mysterious, and it took a whole night to completely adjust the meridians.

Jiang Cheng pointed like a sword, swipe lightly on the stone table.

Ka Ka Ka!
With a crisp sound, a corner of the stone table cracked and fell to the ground.

The incision is smooth and there is no powder!
Jiang Cheng was very satisfied. In a short period of time, his cultivation had not improved, but his wind energy had become more than several times purer!
The purer the qi, the stronger the power.

Apart from exercises, the fastest way to improve one's strength is naturally pills.

I rummaged around in the house, not to mention medicine pills, but I didn't even find a small piece of silver!
Every month, the county prince's mansion distributes some soul-enhancing pills and true essence stones for the princes to practice.

And the owner of this body actually sold all these precious cultivation resources for silver, and used them for spending time and money.

Except for a weak body, there is nothing useful left
The monthly profit of the palace can only be claimed once a month, but fortunately, this month's profit was not taken away.

Don't do it for nothing, just lead it to improve your strength!

Jiangcheng immediately headed towards the palace.

The queen of Dujiang County King died many years ago, leaving no legitimate son, and for many years, no new queen was registered.

Then, the future throne will definitely be inherited by the bastard.

However, Jiang Cheng is the eldest son of the concubine, so logically speaking, he should inherit the throne.

But his qualifications are too poor, and he hangs out in flower shops, restaurants, gambling houses and other places all day long.

The Dujiang County King hated the eldest son very much, and even Princess Chen was left out in the cold. The mother and son were kicked out of the palace and lived in a small courtyard in the back palace of the palace.

The other five princes competed fiercely for the throne, reaching the point of fighting each other. For the throne of the county king, the five princes were all determined to win, and no one would give in!
Jiangcheng didn't care at all. When he was in Tianyu, there were tens of millions of gods under his command. How could he put Jiangjun, a small capital in the mortal world, in his eyes?
Let his five cheap brothers take it slowly!

Jiang Cheng looked at the palace of the county prince, and it was quite grand, with a high wall of Zhumen, and two stone unicorns with a height of three feet at the gate, showing a majestic and majestic appearance.

The county prince's mansion is divided into three major advances, the front mansion, the middle mansion, and the back mansion.

The front mansion is the place to receive foreign guests, the middle mansion is the place where the county king handles the political affairs of Dujiang County, and the back mansion is the residence of family members, concubines and princes.

When he came to the treasury, the steward of the treasury who was sitting behind the case raised his eyes and glanced at Jiangcheng, and said with a smile, "Oh, Your Royal Highness, are you still used to living in the small courtyard?"

Jiang Cheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and said directly, "I'll take this month's monthly profit."

The corner of the treasury steward's mouth curled up, and he said in an indifferent way, "It's really early for the eldest prince to come down. This month has just started, and I can't wait to get the monthly profit. I have to make some records. Please wait a moment, Your Highness." .”

He slowly took out the ledger, slowly flattened it, and spread it out.

Then, I added a little water to the inkstone, and rolled up the white sleeves layer by layer.

Squeeze the ink stick.

creak. .

Grind it slowly, and after grinding it, take a brush and try the shade.

He may feel that it has faded, and it is grinding again.

After repeating this, two cups of tea had passed before the ink was polished and I began to record slowly.
Jiang Cheng watched from the sidelines, frowning slightly. The treasury steward was in charge of the cultivation resources and money in and out of the county prince's mansion, so he had some rights, but no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't neglect his master, right?
Secretly sighed, the owner of this body has fallen to such a point that even the servants don't take him seriously
The steward of the treasury opened the treasury and took out the monthly profit, "Three bottles of Shenghun Pill, two bottles of Qiangqi Powder, six low-grade true essence stones, and 50 taels of silver."

Just as Jiang Cheng happily reached out to take the tray.

Snapped!
Suddenly, a hand pressed on it, and the tray suddenly became as heavy as a hill!

A young man wearing bright yellow brocade clothes and wearing Kaiyunjiao square shoes, it turned out that his hand was on them, he looked at Jiang Cheng sneeringly, "Brother, with your humble martial arts aptitude and cultivation, you can't take such a I'm afraid it's too wasteful for many months' profit."

This person is the second prince among the five princes, relying on his mother Concubine Xiang's favor, he is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and almost no one dares to provoke him.

He scolded the treasury, "Who told you to send so much monthly profit to my eldest brother!"

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Second Prince." The treasury hurried over to salute, "This is the monthly profit amount stipulated by the palace. If it's too small, how dare you change it at will."

The second prince sneered, "Is your head made of wood, and you don't know how to change it? My elder brother's humble cultivation base, given him so many cultivation resources, wouldn't it blow him up?"

He picked up two broken pieces of silver from the tray and threw them at the foot of Jiangcheng, "From now on, I will just give my elder brother these three taels of silver every month. As for the Shenghun Pill, Qiangqi Powder and True Essence Stone, there is no need to distribute them!"

Jiang Cheng picked up the broken silver coins on the ground, and said calmly, "Then thank you, Second Brother."

After all, he went to the layman's palace.

The moment he turned around, Jiang Cheng's face was extremely ugly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.He clenched his fist tightly, his slightly long nails digging into his palm.

It has been many years since I have suffered this humiliation.

　Everyone collect it, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)