I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 110: After the Ninth Level of Sword Power, There Comes Sword Intent

That night.

The entire capital was lit up, like a city that never sleeps, with lanterns floating in the Huanglong River and countless painted boats coming and going.

The dignitaries and scholars who were not invited to the North City sat in the painted boats, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the shore, drinking, having fun, and reciting poems.

Some of the painting boats even have a stage, where singing girls dressed in light gauze dance gracefully, and their beautiful singing floats in the night sky.

The ten days of sitting in court are the most prosperous and lively time in Xuantian Capital.

Chen Zhian walked alone through this prosperous place, and suddenly he missed Chen Shuijun, and thought of his mother who should be in Li Mansion now.

He had just experienced a murderous disaster, and even though he looked calm, he still felt some resentment in his heart.

Even if he was in the imperial city, a Yuque monk with a magic treasure could assassinate him. If he had not perfected his true essence condensation twelfth time, wouldn't he have died?

Whether it was Song Xiang or Chu Muye, they always said they wanted to be his backers, but now they were nowhere to be found, which suddenly made him feel quite ridiculous.

So Chen Zhian thought about going to the north city and taking a closer look at what the adults in the garden attic were doing.

He walked along Beishun Street all the way into the north city. Looking up, he saw the two huge and majestic statues already standing intact on the ground, which was extremely spectacular.

Behind the statue, there is a large and prosperous garden separated by a towering red wall. The red bricks and green tiles have the warmth of midsummer, but it is completely separated from other places in Xuantianjing.

Chen Zhian arrived at the foot of the two statues. Looking forward, he saw a red arch standing there, and in front of the arch was a team of soldiers in armor with a sinister aura guarding.

From time to time, a carriage would arrive, and someone from the army would come out. Only after their identity and documents were checked could they enter the attic in the North City Garden.

Chen Zhian continued to look inside and saw an eighteen-story Wangxing Palace standing there.

The eaves of this palace are like a roc spreading its wings to take off. The pillars on the bottom floor are carved with lifelike dragons, which seem to be flying through the clouds and may take off at any time.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw that the palace had at least a golden spire that was emitting light and shining with dazzling brightness.

It was like the person sitting on the eighteenth floor of Wangxing Palace, like the sun.

Chen Zhian came here, but found that he wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but it seemed that he was not qualified.

He shook his head and was about to leave, when he suddenly seemed to realize something. He turned his head to look at the side of Wangxing Palace, where he saw another tall pavilion.

That pavilion also had carved beams and painted rafters, but it was nowhere near as tall as the Wangxing Palace.

But when Chen Zhian looked carefully, he saw that there was a high platform on the top of the pavilion.

There were many tables and counters on the platform, and on them were many delicious dishes.

Many young people leaned on the railing and looked at the vast and dazzling Xuantianjing.

Chen Zhian looked here, but he was not looking at the platform, but at the person on the platform.

There were dozens of people standing on the platform, but a few of them stood on the edge, staring at Chen Zhian from afar.

Chen Zhian recognized a familiar woman at first glance.

The woman was wearing armor today, with a long whip and a long sword on her waist. There was a lot of pride between her eyebrows, and she was looking down at Chen Zhian.

That's Wei Lingyu.

There were several other people around Wei Lingyu, and the same thing happened.

One of them had a white face and no beard. He was dressed in a scholar's robe and held a pot of wine in his hand.

There was another person with a four-foot-long sword on his back, with calm eyes, also looking at Chen Zhian.

this moment.

Chen Zhian stood at the feet of the two giants and looked up at the pavilion.

The person on the pavilion looked down, as if he was gazing at one of the countless people in Xuantianjing.

This scene is quite interesting.

Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Lingyu. In his eyes, it didn’t matter whether Wei Lingyu stood high or low.

What really aroused Chen Zhian's interest was that Wei Lingyu looked down at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes, as if Chen Zhian should not be here at this time.

At this time, other people on the platform also noticed Chen Zhian.

Si Chiqiong and Si Hougui were not with Wei Lingyu, but were also standing in another corner of the platform, looking at Chen Zhian from afar, and were also a little surprised.

Chen Zhian frowned immediately.

"It seems that many people in Xuantianjing know that I will encounter a disaster today."

He thought to himself.

Whether it was Liuhuoshan or Xi Penglai... Chen Zhian was actually already roughly certain in his mind that the instigator of all this was the Si family.

As for Princess Yuxia of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion, what role she played in all this, Chen Zhian still didn't know.

And at this moment, these people have done a lot of things that annoy him, but they still have to stand on a high position and look down at him?

Chen Zhian shook his head and looked towards the Wangxing Palace again.

The lights in Wangxing Palace were bright, and all the dignitaries in the court were there. If he wanted to go and see, why not go up and take a look tonight?

He turned around and went back to the Poetry Tower in the south city.

The Poetry Tower was built specifically for this grand event.

It is nine stories high, with four scholars on each level. Poems are written in them. After the scholars on the first level read them, if all four think they are good, they can move to the next level.

One has to do this eight times before one can reach the ninth floor. Then the four university scholars on the ninth floor will rank the poems that reach the ninth floor.

When Chen Zhian came here, there were already many tables and desks in front of the Poetry Tower, with the four treasures of the study placed on them.

Many people came to write in person, and some officials who had no time to come specially sent their servants to deliver poems.

Chen Zhian came walking over. He had written poems before, and that poem had already spread throughout the capital. However, Chen Zhian was a court painter, and he usually did not walk around the streets or attend literary gatherings frequently.

In fact, few people know what the author of "A bright moon in a day makes me full of ice and snow" looks like.

So Chen Zhian squeezed into the crowd and left a poem.

The poem was carefully taken by the servant in front of the Poetry Tower and handed into the first floor of the tower.

The person who reviewed the poems and essays in the first level was an academician of the Jixian Academy.

He read a lot of poetry, most of which were nonsense and doggerel, and he felt dizzy.

"I see how white the bright moon is, and I pity the people in this world who are as poor as paper..."

"The parallelism is bullshit, but it does make some sense. However, such a poem can never reach the second floor."

He shook his head and casually put the paper into the basket beneath him. Another paper was handed to him by a servant.

The scholar took a sip of tea and glanced at it, not having much hope in his heart.

But as soon as he read the first sentence, his expression suddenly changed.

After reading the second sentence, the tea in his throat was sprayed out onto the straw paper in his hand before he could even swallow it.

The other three scholars beside him turned around, but this scholar looked as pale as death and said, "It's over, it's over!"

Another scholar from the Jixian Academy frowned, "Brother Zizhu? What's wrong with you? Why are you so out of control? What's the end?"

The scholar was busy wiping the water off the straw paper and said, "This poem must be presented to the saint. Now I lost my composure and tainted the manuscript. I'm afraid I will be punished!"

The other scholars looked at each other.

What kind of words, Brother Zhu, can you tell at a glance that they will be presented to the saint?
Brother Zizhu has good attainments in poetry, but there are still many bachelors and university scholars on the ninth floor to review it. If you say this is good, is it really that good?
The other three scholars hurriedly leaned over and carefully read the words on the straw paper.

Several more servants handed over new poems, but the four of them ignored them and recited them word for word.

After a long time, a scholar suddenly woke up and asked, "Who wrote this poem?"

The scholar who had soiled the toilet paper changed his hand, revealing the name underneath.

"Chen Zhian..."

"Chen Zhian, the painter of the Imperial Household Department!" "Is he the author of the painting "The Whale Has Not Yet Swallowed the Ocean, But the Sword Is Already Strengthful?"

"Okay! Hurry up and make a copy. Submit the original manuscript and have Master Liu upstairs use his true essence to dry the straw paper."

……

Chen Zhian left behind a poem, unaware that it had caused confusion among the scholars in the Poetry Tower.

He walked forward for a while and saw many people painting in the distance.

"I have no hope of winning the first prize for my oil painting... But it would be nice to get a place, which is a good thing."

Chen Zhian thought about it, took out the painting of the Huanglong River waves that he had previously painted on the bank of the Huanglong River, and handed it to the servant in the painting building.

When I saw the colorful paintings, many people around me came to look at them.

Among them were many young ladies from noble families. When they saw such gorgeous and well-layered paintings, they immediately remembered a kind of painting, a kind that was only circulated in rumors but rarely seen by anyone... colorful painting.

“When you paint with paint, layer upon layer, it really does look like a rainbow.”

"Is that the painter who paints colorful paintings in the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Isn't he said to only paint beauties?"

Everyone was talking about it, but Chen Zhian was gone.

He walked all the way to the East City, but saw a shadowy figure on a high platform where two streets intersected.

Below the high platform, there were many common people who came to watch the fun, as well as some young men and women from noble families.

Sitting first on the high platform was an armored general, who was quite young, with a long sword on his waist. Even when sitting, his body was as straight as a pine tree, and his imposing bearing showed his heroic spirit, just like the rising sun, full of vigor and radiance.

He was wearing a black armor with gold edges. The armor must be of extremely high quality. It was almost invisible as the night, without a trace of luster, as if it was made out of the night.

At this time, he was sitting at the top, with a majestic horse and a golden sword, drinking tea.

And in the center of the platform, there is a knife and a sword, both sheathed.

From time to time, someone would go up and draw their sword or knife.

Some people pulled out their swords and sabers with all their strength, but the swords did not move at all.

Some people could pull it out an inch, while some young people dressed in gorgeous clothes and with extraordinary spirit strode forward and pulled it out one foot or two feet.

But even so, it was still a long way from fully drawing the sword.

When Chen Zhian saw the high platform, he suddenly thought of Wang Xixia's long sword that had been forged thousands of times.

"I wonder if I can pull out the sword?"

He thought this in his mind, watched a few people draw their swords, but shook his head again.

Wang Xixia's ten thousand-forged long sword is used to test one's talent in swordsmanship.

However, the comparison between the knife and the sword is about the enlightenment of the sword and the sword, which are different.

Chen Zhian thought of the tall building.

"If I only win the first prize in poetry, it is not enough to enter the Star-Watching Palace."

He thought about it and was about to go on stage and draw his sword.

The crowd in front of the platform suddenly separated spontaneously, and two young men came over.

These two young characters, one in front and one in the back.

The man in front looked to be no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed in a black brocade robe, with a high nose bridge, a firm look in his eyes, and he walked with great vigor, looking like a man of great stature.

The one behind is younger, wearing a Confucian robe and looks quite gentle.

When Chen Zhian saw these two people, his expression changed.

These two people were none other than Pei Yuan and Pei Xiu, members of the Pei family, one of the six surnames of Dayu.

The two men went on stage together and saluted the young general at the top. Pei Xiu immediately grasped the hilt of the sword.

But he just took a deep breath, closed his eyes and prepared for a few moments, then suddenly drew his sword.

In an instant, a gust of wind spread out, and a sword force also spread out from the sword. Pei Xiu used this sword force to pull the sword out three feet!

If it is pulled out a few more inches, the sword will be completely out of the sheath.

Pei Xiu gritted his teeth, the sword energy on the sword became more and more violent, he pulled it out another inch before letting go.

"it is good!"

"The young master of the Pei family is indeed extraordinary!"

The crowd cheered again and again, the noise was deafening.

Three feet and one inch!
The young general was quite satisfied and said casually to the scribe behind him: "Write it down."

The scribe carefully recorded names and grades in a book.

"Pei Xiu, from the Pei family of Fuye, is nineteen years old and draws his sword three feet one inch and three centimeters long!"

Pei Xiu saluted again and took a few steps back.

Pei Yuan stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the knife, but he pulled it out suddenly without any hesitation.

Chen Zhian, who was originally just watching the excitement, suddenly changed his expression.

He clearly saw that when Pei Yuan's hand fell on the hilt, the surrounding air seemed to be chopped into pieces by the fine blade energy.

Each tiny wisp of sword energy contained layers of sword power...

"No, that's not the force of a knife."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath and stared at Pei Yuan who was drawing his sword.

“This is the sword’s intention.”

His eyes were blazing, and twelve divine auras were constantly flowing in his Niwan Palace. He sensed the sword energy flying in the void, and the sword intent contained therein!
Pei Yuan drew his sword.

Sonorous!

With a crisp sound, the long sword was easily pulled out by this person and held in his hand.

Suddenly, the general sitting at the top finally smiled. Most of the audience watching below didn't quite understand what he was saying, but they still cheered loudly.

The cheers were overwhelming, and Pei Yuan also saluted the general.

The general smiled and nodded. He was about to speak, but suddenly he sensed something and looked towards the audience.

Pei Yuan did the same. He turned his head and saw a young man in white standing in the audience.

The young man's long hair fluttered, and his hand hidden in his sleeve gently brushed past.

"Chen Zhian?"

Pei Yuan recognized this man, but the next moment he felt the knife force bursting out from Chen Zhian's fingers.

Just like what was seen in Yu Fu Palace that day, the sword's power was one level after another.

"He is so young, whose nephew is he?"

The general raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pointed at the white-clothed man below the stage, saying, "Sir, why don't you come up and pull out this sword?"

Chen Zhian's mind was still churning with the image of Pei Yuan drawing his sword just now and the waves of sword intent flowing in the air.

Hearing the call from the general on the stage, he stepped forward and walked onto the stage while countless people turned to look at him.

"After the ninth level of sword power, there should be sword intent."

ps: (This paragraph is free of charge) There will be extra chapters in the evening for monthly tickets. Also, in the previous chapter, I saw someone in the book review section saying that it was unreasonable for a monk to launch an attack in the sky above the imperial city. Didn’t I write this clearly?
The illusion seen by the protagonist Qi Tianchong in the sky. Qi Tianchong was outside Xuantianjing, using dragon horns and magical powers to launch a divine attack. The medium was the bright light that the protagonist saw when he looked up in the previous chapter. I have mentioned these more than once in the main text.

I saw a reader in the book review section said it very aptly, the divine attack is similar to a curse, something like the Seven Arrows Book. Qi Tianchong did not enter Xuantianjing, and did not launch the attack from the sky.

The reason why I have to explain this is that it would not make sense if Qi Tianchong launched the attack from Xuantianjing, and the assassination would also seem far-fetched, so it needs to be explained.

(End of this chapter)