Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What else does Third Sister want to bring?"

Zhao Mingyu said, "There's nothing much to bring. Just a few trusted warriors, some gold and silver, and the two children, Cheng Huan and Cheng Yan..."

Zhao Mingyu's daughter, Zhao Chenghuan, is now thirteen years old. Jing Yu has met her several times and she is a beauty. His son, Zhao Chengyan, is only eight years old and is also very handsome, not inferior to Zhao Minglou, the most handsome among the royal heirs, when he was a child.

"Now that we're apart, I don't know when we'll meet again." Jing Yu pulled a blue-leather-bound book from a cloth bag at her side, placed it on the tea table, and pushed it in front of Zhao Mingyu. "Third sister, Mingjing doesn't have anything good to give you, so you can take this."

"This is..." Zhao Mingyu took a closer look and saw three big characters written neatly on the book: [Soil and Rock Mass].

"Could it be?"

"This is the immortal fate I obtained several years ago."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "But Third Sister, don't be too happy just yet. This technique isn't an orthodox method for cultivating immortality, but rather a method for refining the body... If you compare it to practicing martial arts, the orthodox path is to cultivate internal skills and cultivate innate true qi. My technique is equivalent to horizontal training techniques like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt."

"Repairing this earth and rock body won't allow you to fly, hide, or prolong your life..."

"The good thing is that there is no threshold to practice, and even ordinary people can do it."

"After all, it is the method of the immortals. It is much stronger than the horizontal training method in ordinary martial arts."

Zhao Mingyu stroked the blue cover of the secret book, feeling it was slightly hot. "Sixth brother, although we are both heirs to the throne, we don't have much friendship on a daily basis. This is too precious..."

"Just consider it a good relationship between you and me."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I believe that with Third Sister's talent and ability, even if she doesn't become an immortal in the future, she will be able to gain a foothold in the realm of immortals."

"Sixth brother, thank you very much."

Zhao Mingyu said solemnly, "If I, Zhao Mingyu, or my descendants ever achieve immortality, I will definitely repay you for your kindness today!"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yu smiled, raised the teacup in her hand, and said loudly, "What's the point of being grateful or not, Third Sister? This cup of tea wishes you success in your immortal path!"

"I only hope that if we are lucky enough to meet again in the future, we can brew a pot of tea in the Xianfang Teahouse and talk about the past and present!"

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On the second day, Jing Yu, who was used to sleeping in, got up early for the first time, wanting to see Zhao Mingyu off. However, when he arrived at the palace, Zhao Mingyu was nowhere to be found, and Zhao Chenghuan and Zhao Chengyan, the brother and sister, were also missing. Apart from these three people, the rest of the servants and guards in the palace were the same as usual.

"This third sister..." Jing Yu shook his head and laughed.

He saw from afar a group of armored soldiers in imperial guards uniforms running towards him in a hurry. When the leading imperial guard commander saw him, he was shocked and stopped abruptly, standing where he was, unable to advance or retreat.

"Commander Wang, what are you doing?" Jing Yu, the commander of the imperial guards, also recognized him. He waved at him and asked with a smile.

"Uh, Your Highness. We were also following orders..." Commander Wang said with an awkward smile, "We didn't realize Your Highness was here too."

"Go back, everyone has left."

Jing Yu picked up the golden gourd hammer that killed the master from his waist and gently hit his back. Ever since the battle outside Chongming Hall, he has been very fond of this kind of hammer weapon. The golden gourd hammer is a short-handled weapon that does not take up much space. Whether it is used to hit people or objects, it feels first-class, so he also carries one with him when he goes out.

When Commander Wang saw the hammer, he felt as if his soul was about to burst out in fear. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He quickly bowed and said, "Yes, yes... I will take my leave now."

A team of over a hundred imperial guards retreated in disgrace, but Jing Yu did not leave immediately. Instead, he stayed in front of Zhao Mingyu's palace for a long time, with some plans in mind.

A few days later, the coronation ceremony of the new emperor of Zhao was held as scheduled, but the much-anticipated King Ping had long since disappeared.

At this time, Jing Yu was standing on a bamboo raft, holding a thick bamboo pole and crossing the surface of the Cangyun River in Zhao State. On the other side of the bamboo raft, there was a woman who looked to be about fifty years old.

"Mom, we've booked tickets for the Fu'an Tower Boat tour in three days. It's only a day's walk from here to Fu'an Town. Do we need to leave now?"

"What do you know? People always wait for boats, not boats waiting for people. It's said that the spectacle of a thousand carp leaping over the Dragon Gate in the Eight-Bend River only lasts for a few days. If we don't catch this batch of tower boats, we might have to wait until next year to see it!"

Li Anruo had always been cautious in the palace, but now that she had left, she felt that the world was so vast and she could go anywhere. For a moment, she felt very happy. Her eyes rolled around and she caught a glimpse of the golden hammer hanging from her son's waist. She couldn't help but be curious: "Mingjing, I've heard a lot of rumors about you on the road these days. Do you really have the ability to kill a Xiantian master with one hammer?"

"Of course." There were only mother and son here, and Jing Yu had no reason to hide it from Li Anruo.

"You are so powerful, are you really destined to be an immortal as the rumors say?"

"It can be considered as a destiny with the immortals."

"You weren't really possessed by the immortal that day, were you?"

Jing Yu angrily said, "If I weren't Zhao Mingjing, would I have sent you a thousand miles to watch the carp leap over the dragon gate just because of a word you said? I would have slapped you, a chatterbox, to death right there! Mother, I'm not saying anything mean to you, but if I really had been possessed, wouldn't you be cutting off your own life by saying it so bluntly?"

Li Anruo smiled awkwardly and said, "That's true... Then you're really good at hiding it, even better than your mother."

"I told you that your son is the reincarnation of a banished immortal from heaven. Do you believe it?"

"That's definitely not possible. Are you really a reincarnated immortal? How could you only get a C grade on mundane political theory and military strategy?"

This sentence made Jing Yu feel uneasy. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "You said I was hiding my abilities. You don't really think I'm only a C-level player, do you?"

"Hehe..." Li Anruo lay on his back, quietly watching the clouds in the sky change, and suddenly said: "Mingjing, if you are really the reincarnation of an immortal, you must still cultivate immortality in this life. Wouldn't that allow you to live for a very long time?"

Jing Yu paused paddling with the bamboo pole in his hand and said slowly, "Hmm."

"Mom, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Li Anruo did not immediately answer Jing Yu's question, but instead asked, "How do you compare to those two immortals from a few years ago?"

"That is far inferior."

"What level are those two immortals in the world of immortal cultivation?"

"I'm afraid I've only just entered the threshold of cultivating immortality."

"Then I don't really want to cultivate immortality." Li Anruo shook his head.

Jing Yu looked back at her mother in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"In my opinion, these immortals who cultivate the immortal path don't necessarily live a very happy life. They toil for centuries and millennia, always overshadowed by more powerful immortals. Doesn't that mean they have to be humble and subservient for their entire lives? The worst thing is that they spend their entire lives as grandchildren, yet in the end, they achieve nothing significant, becoming nothing more than a pile of dust. Looking back on their lifelong pursuit of immortality, they realize they haven't lived as happily as a mortal like me."

Jing Yu laughed dumbly: "Mom, what you said is quite interesting. If he really has the talent, he might be a cultivator with a good mind."

Li Anruo took out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere, popped a melon seed kernel into his mouth, closed his eyes and sighed:

"I, your mother, have been walking on thin ice for the first half of my life. Now I just don't want to bow my head anymore."