novelapdf Chapter 202 Boundless Water
Chapter 202 Boundless Water
Midnight.
The sky was clear with a bright moon and few stars, and some dark clouds drifted by.
Whether it's because of the heavy yin energy in the mausoleum area or the lack of yang energy due to the sparse population, the wind here is chilly, almost bone-chilling.
Even with Yang Silang's mastery of cultivation, he couldn't help but shrink back when standing in front of the Divine Skill and Sacred Virtue Stele Pavilion.
at this time.
Besides Tian Zhenfeng, he had no other craftsmen around him.
The craftsmen dawdled for half an hour to finish repairing a few good bricks, and now they've gone to sleep in the camp built in the mausoleum specifically for outsiders to stay temporarily.
As for Tian Zhenfeng and Yang Silang, they were naturally responsible for supervising the work at night to ensure that the replacement gold bricks would not warp and would remain intact despite the temperature changes between day and night.
It fully complies with the procedures.
The two waited quietly, knowing that enlightenment was imminent, so they did not communicate further.
In fact, after telling the story of the Martial Saint's Weeping during the day, Tian Zhenfeng didn't say anything more.
Yang Silang guessed that Tian Zhenfeng wanted to remind him of something, but there were some things that couldn't be said too clearly, probably because there were taboos.
For example, his predecessors who initially paid the silver confirmed that the image of the Martial Saint in the shadow stone was fine, confirmed that it happened in the last ten years or so, and knew that if they stared at the Martial Saint's Cry, they might fall seriously ill and gain nothing.
This means that someone must have done this before.
Natashiro also visited other people, and from them he may have found some clues, and then deduced some taboo things.
Whatever it is, it's bound to be a hassle.
Moreover, it's estimated that not all officials in the Imperial Guard knew about this; at least Long Yiyan certainly didn't, otherwise he wouldn't have dragged him into this mess.
Tian Zhenfeng told him to focus on understanding the essence of the fist, which was a well-intentioned way of telling him not to cause trouble for himself.
Sometimes, knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing.
Yang Silang figured out the key point, so he suppressed his curiosity.
He wasn't like Mo Xinlian, nor did he have five lives to protect him. He only spent a thousand taels of silver for this opportunity, and he even cut in line to share a table with others.
Whatever your secrets or hidden agendas, they are none of my business.
And then, under the moonlight...
Even the dull, unremarkable shadow stone that appeared completely ordinary during the day began to change.
As countless moonbeams fell, the gray stone gradually lost its gray color and became translucent, resembling a gray-white crystal filled with impurities. Moreover, two figures could be faintly seen within it.
They stood on either side, each holding a weapon, like two door gods guarding the mausoleum of their loyal king.
However, it's still too early to see clearly.
When the fifth watch of the night (around 3 AM) arrives, that is when the stone is most transparent and the human figure is most clearly visible, which is also the best time for everyone to gain enlightenment.
I don't know how much time passed.
blah blah blah...
A squad of imperial guards marched in neat formation, forming a slightly crooked long line, to the pavilion in front of the Stele of Divine Merit and Virtue. Leading them was none other than Long Yiyan, who had changed into an official's robe.
Long Yi gripped the hilt of his waist knife.
He was the one who brought Yang Silang in, and he had already greeted Tian Zhenfeng.
Now, however, he seemed to have completely lost his memory, adopting an official tone and drawing out his voice.
"You two must be the master craftsmen on duty tonight?"
"It should be known that the imperial mausoleum is a very important place, and His Majesty leads the harem and officials to pay homage to it every year."
"The tomb sweeping ceremony is right after Wu Ke this year, so keep a close eye on it. If there's a problem with these bricks..."
"If you exterminate your entire family, we'll lose our heads too."
Tian Zhenfeng and Yang Silang naturally put on an act, following along with bowing and saying, "We wouldn't dare, but we'll keep a close eye on things to ensure nothing goes wrong."
After Long Yiyan led the tomb guards away, they listened to the footsteps fading into the distance.
Tian Zhenfeng looked up at the sky and laughed.
"Alright, let's each choose one side. We'll have about two hours from now."
"The general rule is that each patrol takes half an hour, with the first patrol starting earlier and the second later, plus an hour between patrols. A total of one and a half hours is considered sufficient."
"Thanks to you today, I'm able to gain an extra half hour of insight."
Yang Silang hurriedly shook his head and said that it was because the Assistant Commissioner Long valued benevolence and righteousness, and that he would do his job after receiving the money.
He had no objection to a person observing a stone and practicing meditation.
Tian Zhenfeng said, "Update released! Book lovers have all gone to check it out! When this business was booming before, there were also several people participating in the Shadow Stone event."
However, the effect was not good. The more people observed, the shallower the true meaning of the Martial Saint became. After some trial and error, it was found that two people at most, one person occupying one side, was the most suitable.
The two then each chose one side.
Tian Zhenfeng chose the front, while Yang Silang chose the back.
He was positioned between the Shadow Stone and the Stele Pavilion of Divine Merit and Virtue, and behind the Stele Pavilion were numerous buildings such as the Hall of Abundant Grace, leading directly to the burial mound of the emperor and empress.
Yang Silang even had time to laugh at himself.
"What's so special about this? I'm standing before the imperial tomb, with two guardian deities protecting me?"
"I've become the tomb guard for Emperor Jinghe. Isn't that taking away the jobs of my two predecessors?"
Time is tight.
After all, money was spent.
Yang Silang sat cross-legged on the back of the shadow stone, with his palms facing upwards, and began to circulate his internal energy to ensure that he would reach his peak condition at that moment.
Every now and then he would open his eyes and look at the position of the moon in the sky.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He has also developed a keen eye for time, and can judge the approximate time by looking at the height of the moon, with a fairly accurate estimate.
As the moon reaches its upright position.
on the ground.
The shadow stone had almost turned into a white ice sculpture, not as clear and visible as crystal. At least Yang Silang could not see Tian Zhenfeng's figure on the other side, and presumably he could not either.
But the figures of two martial saints appeared as if for the occasion.
Like layers of thin veils obscuring his eyes, he couldn't clearly see the two people's facial features, including the patterns on their armor, and could only make out a general outline.
However, it is certain that Du Mohu is taller and darker-skinned, holding a long spear in one hand and a steel whip in the other. Mu Canghu is very fair-skinned and well-proportioned, holding a large Guan Dao (a type of halberd), and also carrying a two-handed short sword on his back.
Yang Silang roused himself.
Long Yiyan had instructed that at dawn, the shadow stone would precisely reflect the scene of the two martial saints' martial arts demonstration.
Simply by observing from the sidelines, one can truly feel the surging, mountain-like essence of the Martial Saint.
Of course, if you stand right in front of it and look down or close your eyes, you won't feel anything... even if you have a magic tool like a memory stone in your hand and aim it at the memory stone, the same will be true.
It only communicates with living people, and is a magical phenomenon that exists only through actual observation.
Under the night.
In the shadow stone.
Two figures suddenly moved.
Du Mohu twitched his spear, the tip of which seemed to pierce through the shadow stone, and a chilling killing intent swept over Yang Silang, making him feel as if he were about to suffocate.
Its intent is like a boundless ocean, with towering waves crashing one after another, while you are just a tiny boat, ready to be plunged into the sea at any moment.
After demonstrating his marksmanship, he picked up a steel whip. The whip was made of some unknown material, and it could be joined or separated. When wrapped in true qi, it was as hard as a club that could pierce the sky when joined, and as soft as a piece of blue and red gauze when separated. He performed a set of whip techniques with fluid grace.
Yang Silang truly felt as if he could see it surging like streams of water, enveloping and carrying everything, integrating external objects into its momentum, and guiding them into the trajectory set by the water flow.
When wielding the spear, he unleashed the boundless power of the ocean, with towering waves crashing overhead; while his whip technique displayed a balance of strength and gentleness. The gentleness of water, though not contending with anything, is enough to refine and encompass everything, transforming it into the great force of water.
The spear techniques were not what Yang Silang mainly focused on; what he needed to comprehend was the true essence of the Martial Saint.
Du Mohu's true martial arts essence is the eight-character essence he realized after cultivating water-attribute true qi to its extreme: boundless waves, flowing with the current.
The boundless waves represent overwhelming the opponent with unparalleled true energy; while flowing with the current represents using softness to overcome hardness, dissolving and neutralizing the opponent's killing move.
pity……
Yang Silang looked regretful; this true meaning of the Martial Saint was indeed too old and too vague.
Aside from the exceptionally concentrated chilling killing intent at the beginning, the true meaning of water felt like scratching an itch through a boot; one could sense the wonder, but the experience was unclear and unsatisfying.
However, considering that over a hundred years have passed, Yang Silang felt very satisfied to have grasped the true meaning, having already learned it tonight.
He specifically looked into Du Mohu's eyes.
"Fortunately, the senior was kind enough not to shed tears of blood..."
He immediately turned his attention to another senior, Mu Canghu, who was proficient in fire-attribute true qi, and he could also comprehend another part of the true meaning of fire.
It's best to choose one of these options.
He doesn't want to!
Since we're already here, and we've already spent the money, and he possesses all five elements of true energy, of course we'll take it all...