Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law

The palace, the back garden.

It was midsummer in July, and the lotus in the artificial lake was in full bloom, beautiful beyond words.

In the pavilion built in the middle of the lake.

"Sister Liu, stand back, don't stand on the sides, it's too much. An Niang, sit down and hold Chen Zhong, otherwise you will block the sisters behind you."

"Zhi Qing, Zhi Ning, hold the child well, be careful not to fall into the lake."

"Sister Yun Xi, come to the left a little, your head is in the way, yes, that's it"

Outside the pavilion, Wu Mi was wearing a dark green Zhaiyi with a phoenix painted on it, the collar was red, and it was woven with golden cloud dragon patterns. She wore a nine-dragon and four-phoenix crown on her head, dignified and majestic, and was directing the concubines in the harem to stand or sit according to their status, entry time, height, etc.

Next to Wu Mi, there sat an old man in his seventies wearing a gray robe and with gray hair. He was a famous court painter in the previous dynasty, named Xu Daozi, who was once given the title of "Painting Saint" by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. When the troubled times came, he resigned and went home, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and faded from the eyes of the world.

Some time ago, he appeared in the capital. After Wu Mi learned the news, he sent someone to invite him into the palace to paint a family portrait.

"Mr. Xu, how are you now?" Wu Mi said.

Xu Daozi bowed to Wu Mi, then pointed at Yuzhu and Nalan Yiren, and said: "Empress, the skin color difference between these two ladies is too obvious, and they should not be together."

Wu Mi took a look and said: "Ruyan, can you and Yiren change positions?"

Yue Ruyan had no problem, holding Chen Xi and changing positions with Nalan Yiren.

"Mr. Xu, what about now?"

"Okay."

Xu Daozi held the brush horizontally, gestured the angle, and nodded.

Wu Mi smiled, turned around and said to Jia Yin who was waiting by the lake not far away: "Eunuch Jia, has His Majesty not come yet?"

"I'll go and see." Jia Yin responded, bowed, holding a whisk in his hand, and went to the imperial study.

As a result, he just took two steps and saw Chen Mo walking quickly.

"Your Majesty, come quickly, you are the only one missing."

"Father, come quickly."

"Your Majesty." Xu Daozi stood up and saluted Chen Mo.

"No need to be polite." Chen Mo raised his hand and smiled: "Mr. Xu, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

"Your Majesty is joking. I have heard that Your Majesty is young and heroic, handsome and extraordinary. The people even say that Your Majesty is wise and brave, has outstanding achievements, and is kind and virtuous. It is my honor to meet you today." Xu Daozi said respectfully.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, since you have returned to the capital, you should serve as a palace attendant and serve as a doctor of internal education. Since the previous dynasty has bestowed you with the title of "Painting Saint", I will bestow you with the title of "Painting Immortal". "

"Your Majesty, this." Xu Daozi looked at Wu Mi in embarrassment.

Wu Mi stepped forward and took Chen Mo's arm, and smiled softly, "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu is in the capital this time to visit his friends. He does not plan to stay for a long time. I have also promised him that after he has finished painting the family portrait for us, he will let his family build a big house for him in Jiangdong for him to enjoy his old age."

"That's a pity." Hearing this, Chen Mo sighed.

Since the queen has already agreed, he will naturally not force it, and said, "Then forget about serving as a palace attendant."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Xu Daozi thanked him.

Chen Mo came to the middle of the pavilion and sat down, holding the four-and-a-half-year-old prince Chen Jia. Wu Mi sat on his right, and Han Anniang sat on his left holding Chen Zhong.

Next to Wu Mi were Xia Zhiqing and Xia Zhining.

Next to Han Anniang were Xiaolu and Song Min.

They were all in the first row, sitting on chairs.

In the second row, behind Chen Mo, on the right, was Xiao Yunxi holding her daughter Chen Shu, on the left was Liang Ji holding Chen Qin, next to Liang Ji was Chu Ran holding Chen Le'an, and next to Xiao Yunxi was Yue Ruyan holding Chen Xi, and they were also sitting. Then came Nangong Ru, Liang Xue, Ning Wan, Chu Juan, Xiao Ya, Nalan Yiren, Yang Qingqing and others, standing on both sides according to their height.

The third row was Lin Xuelan, Yuzhu, Xingyao, Zhao Yushu, Zhihua, Xu Ying, Madam Gan, Madam Xiao, and Wanyan Ya, who stood on small stools.

The whole family filled the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, on the bridge connecting the pavilions, Xu Daozi had already set up the painting table, holding the brush, and preparing to start painting.

Chen Jia looked around, then turned back and glanced at Yang Qingqing, and said, "Empress Zhao, where is Dabai?"

"He is taking a nap in my palace. What happened to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Yang Qingqing asked in confusion.

"Father, mother, let's ask Dabai to come and paint the family portrait together, okay?" Chen Jia begged.

Dabai, Yang Qingqing's pet white tiger.

"Jia'er, no, this will scare your concubines." Wu Mi said.

"Oh." Chen Jia was a little disappointed.

The girls laughed and laughed, and then quickly put away their smiles and acted serious to avoid being painted ugly.

Just when Xu Daozi was preparing to paint,

Wu Mi suddenly said, "Sisters, smile. This painting is to be passed down. It may be printed in history books in the future. If it is not painted well, not only will there be no chance to redo it, but it will also cause criticism from future generations."

After these words came out, Yue Ruyan, Nalan Yiren and others who had originally had stern faces hurriedly put on a sweet smile.

The other girls also posed carefully.

After confirming that it was correct, Xu Daozi put pen to paper.

The sun was shining and the breeze was gentle.

Xu Daozi was worthy of being the painting saint. The girls did not need to pose and not move until the painting was finished.

After Xu Daozi finished the formation, the girls could move, but not too much, such as leaving the pavilion. At most, they could put down their hands to rest when they were tired, and then continue to raise them.

But there were too many characters after all.

Even if Xu Daozi was a great painter, it would not be finished in a short time.

The girls and Chen Mo were fine, and they could bear it.

But the children couldn't stand it. The youngest Chen Xi, Chen Nianmo, and Chen Shu started crying.

Maybe they were hungry.

But in public, they naturally wouldn't feed their children in front of them.

So they asked Xu Daozi to stop first and continue painting after dealing with the children's affairs.

It took about an hour and a half to finish this family portrait after stopping and painting.

The skilled painters only add the finishing touches at the end.

As the eyes were added, the people on the paper seemed to come alive, with expressions and lifelike expressions.

When Chen Mo and others gathered around to appreciate it, they all praised it.

After the family portrait was finished, time seemed to have accelerated, and it was September in the blink of an eye.

The summer of the third year of Zhenghe passed just like that.

But for Nalan Yiren, these two months were extremely tormenting.

Since entering August, Si Song had fainted every three or five days. Sometimes, even if Nalan Yiren forcibly extended his life, he would not wake up until three or four days later.

The death aura on Si Song's body became thicker and thicker, and he took in more air than he exhaled.

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The most important thing is that the more times Si Song fainted, the later it was, the greater the price Nalan Yiren had to pay for forcibly extending her life, that is, the more blood she paid.

Not only that, during this period, in order to prevent the transformation of the gluttonous worm from stopping, she and Chen Mo did not stop practicing dual cultivation.

Bleeding every three or five days, and frequent sex.

Chen Mo was worried that Si Song would collapse before he was cured.

Chen Mo had mentioned this to Nalan Yiren and wanted to stop.

But Nalan Yiren refused. The look in her eyes at Chen Mo at that time showed that if Chen Mo really insisted on stopping and Si Song left before the Taoji Gu transformed, Nalan Yiren would definitely hate him.

Chen Mo could only agree reluctantly and asked Wu Mi to prepare a bowl of tonic every day. After the double cultivation, he asked Nalan Yiren to take it.

Time came to the beginning of October.

Taoji Gu still did not transform successfully.

But Chen Mo, it was time for a breakthrough.

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The next second, something strange happened.

On the bed, a bright purple glow, more dazzling than the sun, enveloped the two people hugging each other.

In Chen Mo's Dantian, the purple sun suspended on the sea of ​​spiritual liquid seemed to have completely turned into substance, with dazzling purple light, and finally fell into the sea of ​​spiritual liquid like a huge meteor.

The sea water began to boil and evaporate.

Chen Mo's body was also gradually heating up, and then spread to Nalan Yiren.

But Chen Mo's heart was very calm, not only that, but also in a state of joy and activity.

He felt that his consciousness had left his body.

No, it's better to say it's a soul than a consciousness.

His soul left his body and floated in the air. He saw himself hugging Nalan Yiren on the bed, and clearly saw Nalan Yiren's white jade legs locking his waist and back.

On the other hand, there was no reaction on the face of the "original body".

"Yiren." He tried to call Nalan Yiren, but the latter seemed to be unable to hear his words, and hugged his "original body" neck tightly, with an intoxicated face.

He tried to touch Nalan Yiren, but his hand went straight through him in the soul.

He couldn't touch the entity.

He went through the wall directly, left the observatory where Nalan Yiren lived, and kept flying up.

He flew hundreds of feet high.

At first he felt very relaxed, but the higher he flew, the heavier his breathing became.

He was obviously a soul, but he felt that his heartbeat was getting slower and slower.

He even had a feeling that if he flew up, his heartbeat would stop.

He would die.

He was so scared that he flew down quickly, went to the back garden, and shuttled through his harem.

He could pass through all physical objects, but he couldn't shake them at all, even a speck of dust.

He came to Weiyang Palace.

Wu Mi was teaching Chen Jia his homework.

Chen Mo called the two again. He could hear his own voice, but Wu Mi and Chen Jia couldn't hear it.

"Is this the soul wandering in the Heavenly Man Realm?"

The previous dynasty had produced many first-grade Heavenly Man Realm warriors. Chen Mo had naturally read the notes left by the Heavenly Man Realm warriors of the previous dynasty. The predecessors said that the Heavenly Man Realm warriors could wander. When a person was sleeping at home, his soul could leave his body and see a place a hundred feet away, but others could not find it. Of course, he could not hurt others.

The notes also said that soul wandering has distance and time limits.

The notes he read were left by the Great Song Taizu.

The other party's soul wandering time is a quarter of an hour, and the distance is one mile.

Here, the Great Song Taizu made a mark on the notes, indicating that it is the limit time and limit distance he has tried.

If this distance is exceeded, the soul will become weaker and weaker, and the soul wandering time will be shortened accordingly.

If you do not return to your body within this time, you may die.

The Emperor Taizu of Song might or might not die if he used it here, but he did not try.