"The sky gate interrupts the opening of Chujiang River,

The clear water flows eastward to this point.

Green mountains on both sides of the straits are opposite,

The lonely sail comes with the sun."

Princess Zhu Jing outlined the towering green mountains and the long flowing clear water in a few strokes, and a lonely sail in the clear water is in the distance... Chinese landscape paintings are not realistic, but artistic conception; they emphasize the lofty artistic conception.

Zhu Jing sighed again.

"My princess, why did I sigh again?" Suddenly, a crisp voice came.

Before Zhu Jing turned around, she knew that it was the voice of her maid Cui'er.

"Not much." Zhu Jing said.

"You were unhappy when you came back this afternoon. But what happened? That Mutou ignored you? You were very happy every time you came back." Cui'er asked.

"He went home and didn't see him at all." Zhu Jing responded listlessly.

"Then why are you unhappy?" Cui'er asked.

"I met my father and mother this afternoon, and they were very happy to see me. They said I was in my prime and asked me if I had any man I liked," Zhu Jing continued, "I said, I don't want to do it for the time being; I didn't expect my father. Now General Pingqiang Song Sheng is specializing in the defense of the northwest and is now guarding Liangzhou. The father thinks that he has worked hard and made great contributions, so he wants to enthrone him as the marquis of Xining. The father also said that Song Ying, the sixth son of Song Sheng, the marquis of Xining, is young and promising, and is about my age. He wants me to marry him... But what do you think I should do?"

Cui'er didn't speak for a while, then thought, "What does your mother mean?"

Zhu Jing said: "My mother just smiled but didn't say anything. She asked where the wood went. It just so happened that Zheng and Uncle Zheng came to report on the sea trip. They talked about the big wood together."

Cui'er asked with interest: "What do they think of that 'wood'?"

"My mother said that he was 'simple in nature, arrogant but not favored', and the father said that he was 'making material'." Zhu Jing talked about "wood" Wang Jiu, but he was furious, as if he had changed to another person. She continued: "The wood was also bitter during this period. He stayed by his father's side with his sword from morning to night, never leaving him with a single word. Moreover, you know that he had to rest until his father fell asleep. And that ancestor had to practice him for two hours every night!"

Cui'er said in surprise: "Then he can only sleep for one or two hours a night?"

"Yes. This was specially arranged by the ancestor. In the afternoon, I went to my father's place and went to see the ancestors," Zhu Jing smiled. "The ancestor also specifically talked about the inheritor he had found, which was the big piece of wood."

Cui'er said, "Why did the ancestor torture that piece of wood so much?"

"The ancestor meant to first destroy his arrogance, and then slowly give it to him..." Zhu Jing said excitedly when talking about this, "The ancestor was very satisfied with his understanding and said directly that at this moment, his sword-making realm had reached the level he had before entering the palace; but his combat power was far beyond his original one. Because of somehow, he had learned the way of hidden weapons by this piece of wood!"

Cui'er said in surprise: "This piece of wood is so powerful?"

"The ancestor was shocked by the steel blade at his fingertips. But the piece of wood was proud of it. This finger blade was found by him from the waste in the Ordnance Division of the Jinyi Guard. He thought it was pretty good, so he asked for a lot from the Ordnance Division; and the hidden weapon was the product he came with when he practiced the sword technique..." Zhu Jing said proudly, as if she was like this. She continued:

"The ancestors highly praised his hidden weapons, believing that Wood, the lazy nature, has talent for hidden weapons, and that Wood has reached the realm of whatever he wants for hidden weapons. Of course, there is still a distance from picking leaves and flying flowers, but in time, it may not be impossible to reach this level..."

At this moment, in a remote courtyard in the southeast corner of Yingtian Prefecture, Wang Jiu was discussing the realm of martial arts with Zheng He.

Zheng He himself has extraordinary martial arts skills, but he is far inferior to Wang Jiu.

"Brother Zheng, according to my father's legacy, he believes that the first thing to do is to learn martial arts is to understand yourself and which kind of Tao is suitable for him. And this kind of "Tang Poetry Sword Art" is like the "Tang Poetry Sword Art", which can only be understood but not expressed in words." Wang Jiu said, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, four finger blades with a faint blue halo were sandwiched between his four fingers.

"Is this what you killed and pointed at the iron arrow that day at the priest?" Zheng He said in surprise.

"That's right. You know, I'm a little lazy and always thinking about things that are not adjusted. When I was very young, I learned to hit people with stones, such as this..." There was a plate of peanuts on the table. Wang Jiuyi reached out his hand, holding a peanut with two fingers in his right hand. He buckled his thumb and bounced his middle finger. He heard a "whoosh" sound. The peanut shot straight on the wall. With a "puff" sound, the peanut actually bounced directly into the soil wall and embedded in it without any damage, as if it was inside it at the beginning...

Zheng He widened his eyes, looked at Wang Jiu, and said, "Your skill is really amazing."

Wang Jiu disagreed and said, "It's simple to control things with energy. You can do it too. Look again..." Wang Jiu stretched out his left hand, and between his slender fingers, four steel blades of length and length. Wang Jiu began to turn his five fingers, but saw the four finger blades with faint blue light, lined up like elves and shuttled between his five fingers, as if they were intelligent...

As Wang Jiu's five fingers bounced like a spring, four "swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish", the four dark blue lights left between Wang Jiu's slender fingers, but beyond Zheng He's understanding, drew a curve, "twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-t

Zheng He held the wine glass in his hand, waiting to drink; seeing this, he forgot to drink, opened his mouth wide, and half held the wine glass... After a long time, Fang Qi came to his senses and poured the wine into his stomach, saying, "I said Brother Wang, you really opened your eyes to Brother Wei!"

Wang Jiu smiled indifferently, stretched out his right hand, waved his hand, and a steel blade was between his fingers. As soon as his slender fingers turned, the steel blade turned on the back of his hand, but it turned like a wind blade at his middle knuckle joint... Wang Jiu bounced his back, and the middle knuckle joint was replaced with the tip of his index finger, and the steel blade was still turning constantly... It looked very beautiful.

When Wang Jiu bounced his index finger, the steel blade just popped onto the back of Zheng He's hand and continued to rotate.

Zheng He stared at his hand, but did not dare to move. He was not careful, his hand trembled, and the steel blade slipped, but fell on the table...

Zheng He sighed and said, "I said Brother Wang, I will never learn your skills in my life."
Chapter completed!