PDLP Chapter 215 Ink Order
Chapter 215 Ink Order
Given that he spent so little time practicing archery, it's quite a surprise that he's reached this level, and it's more than enough to handle the archery skills required for the scientific expedition.
"So wood-type true energy is best suited for practicing archery." Yang Silang was somewhat delighted.
Wood-elemental true energy exists between water and fire, possessing both durability and great power, and its output is very stable.
Before the true energy is exhausted, there is almost no fluctuation, which is conducive to repeatedly drawing the bow.
Because accuracy is the most important factor when using a bow and arrow.
Not only do you need to be accurate in your eyes and hands, but you also need to be accurate in your strength.
Moreover, the true qi of the wood element flows through the Liver Meridian of Foot Jueyin and surges into the eyes.
If you want to train your eyes, you must first train your liver. Now that the true energy of the wood element is abundant, it is very conducive to developing the "eye for observing mountains," which allows you to lock onto distant objects and adjust their size.
Yang Silang was very satisfied.
The use of wood-element true qi in the Observation and Archery Technique is a perfect match.
"Alright, She Nu, you may leave..." Yang Silang waved his hand.
He had used up all his chances to use his supernatural powers tonight, so he wasn't going to practice archery anymore.
at this time.
The entire wall behind the red line was riddled with tiny holes, like a sieve. Yang Silang's misfired arrows landed on the wall, creating countless holes and almost piercing through it.
Fortunately, this was an inn run by his apprentice's family, so he didn't have to pay compensation.
Seeing that her master had put away the bow, She Nu hurriedly nodded in agreement, bent down, opened her mouth, and sucked in the rice. In an instant, the broken rice on the ground flew into the forest like birds, and was all swallowed by her.
She is a spirit, so she doesn't actually need to eat these grains, but that doesn't mean she can't eat them.
Crunch, crunch.
She Nu chewed a few times, then swallowed all the broken rice, bowed, and then retreated out of the room.
Yang Silang put the Black Dragon Bow away in the grid.
He walked to the table, took a sip of tea, and let his mind go blank.
After a while.
Yang Silang regained his composure and began to ponder with a worried expression.
He's incredibly energetic during the day practicing martial arts, but at night he's so engrossed in reading that he's scratching his head in frustration.
The client has requested a customized service, which must be fulfilled.
How do I write the epilogue to Journey to the West? I didn't write Journey to the West myself; I'm just retelling the story.
Yang Silang had no choice but to grit his teeth and think about it.
The problem is that the Dragon King of the Jing River takes on the role of Tang Sanzang to retrieve the scriptures.
Since Emperor Taizong owed him a promise, it wouldn't hurt to make a deal and let him go on his pilgrimage to India.
So here's the question.
If Tang Sanzang hadn't gone on his pilgrimage to obtain the scriptures, how would he have met and become acquainted with the Queen of the Women's Kingdom?
But Hu Jiaoniang insisted that he stay in the Women's Kingdom as her husband?
hiss……
Officials even have a head position and a deputy position.
Who says the pilgrimage to the West can't have a chief envoy and a deputy envoy?
It makes sense that Tang Sanzang is the principal and the Jing River Dragon King is the deputy. With the Jing River Dragon King as a bodyguard, Tang Sanzang would be able to overcome the tribulations he had encountered before.
The Great Sage, under the Five Fingers Mountain, was naturally unruly and disdainful of Guanyin Bodhisattva's attempts to recruit him, thus receiving double the amount of molten iron and copper pills every day in return. This is to be expected and need not be addressed for now.
In Hu Jiaoniang's mind, this was a test of physical and mental strength, and if she could overcome it, she would definitely benefit greatly.
The Six-Eared Macaque is introduced as the eldest brother, followed by the Black Bear Spirit as the second, Sha Wujing as the third, and the White Dragon Horse as the fourth.
Wait until the Kingdom of Women.
Tang Sanzang's worldly desires were stirred, and he was moved by the king's tender affection, so he decided to stay. The Dragon King of the Jing River tried to dissuade him, but to no avail, and he could only continue his journey westward with his four disciples.
Regardless of whether the logic is sound or not, how could Tang Sanzang be so easily swayed by worldly desires? At least the story can continue smoothly.
If that doesn't work, then take the Yellow Robe Monster, who was the incarnation of Kui Mulang. He and the princess of Baoxiang Kingdom were already destined to be husband and wife, so they became husband and wife again in the mortal world.
It was decided that the Queen of the Women's Kingdom and Tang Sanzang had a predestined relationship in their previous lives, and now they could continue it. At worst, they could be the queen's husband for a few years before being taken to the Western Paradise together to become a happy Buddhist couple.
But how could those powerful demons possibly invite the Soul Refining Banner?
Dealing with them is easy, but what about dealing with those powerful but disrespectful elders who come afterward?
Yang Silang was stumped on this problem and couldn't figure it out no matter what he did.
It felt great; he slammed his head against the wall, making a dent in it, but getting covered in dirt and grime was of no use.
He was really into it.
A sinister aura lingered outside, hovering around the house for a while, making people hesitant to enter.
Yang Silang raised his head and said with a wry smile.
"My lady, come in."
"Consort Hu did not come to listen to the storytelling today."
"She heard the whole story."
"By the way, what brings you here today?"
A soft laugh came from outside.
A wisp of demonic energy descended, and Mo Xinlian appeared in the room. Seeing Yang Silang's disheveled appearance, she hurriedly stepped forward and carefully wiped him clean.
"Eh... Husband, it's fine if you miss me, but why hurt yourself?"
"I missed you, so I rushed over here late at night to visit you. Don't you miss me too?"
Yang Silang looked at the woman; she was radiant, dressed in a white dress, and full of spirit. With a beaming smile, it was clear at a glance that he had made a very satisfying mess before returning home.
"Come, have some tea. Tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into this time? Why are you so happy?" Yang Silang pulled the woman's hand and made her sit down.
He picked up the teacup, swung it through the compartments, and poured out a cup of Yin-Yang Rebirth Tea, its aroma filling the air.
"Huh... what kind of tea is this? It smells so good!"
Mo Xinlian didn't respond to his words at all. Her eyes lit up, and she picked up the tea to examine it carefully.
"Huh... what kind of tea is this? It smells so good!"
Mo Xinlian didn't respond to his words at all. Her eyes lit up, and she picked up the tea to examine it carefully.
"Colors are divided into black and white; I feel like I've heard of this tea before."
Without thinking twice, she picked up her teacup, drank it down in one gulp, and immediately praised the tea as excellent.
The tea that could set Yang Silang ablaze inside and out, burning off all his hair, was only praised as delicious by Mo Xinlian when it fell into her stomach.
Having cultivated to the level of a True Person, they have long since transformed into innate beings, pure and immaculate inside and out. Therefore, this tea has almost no effect on them; truly returning to simplicity means simply drinking tea.
"Husband, why is your hair so short?" Mo Xinlian praised the tea, only now noticing the changes in Yang Silang's body.
"Also, why did you bump into the wall just now? Did you encounter some trouble?"
Yang Silang rolled his eyes and said irritably.
"It's all because of you..."
He recounted Hu Jiaoniang's request, explaining that since he couldn't come up with a new book, he was resorting to banging his head against the wall in hopes of sparking some inspiration.
Mo Xinlian, unusually, did not speak ill of Hu Jiaoniang.
"Huh... this fox actually has good taste."
"I also think that Sun Wukong's decision to accept amnesty was a mistake. Why don't you change it?"
"Once it's fixed, use the black ring to transmit your voice."
"So I didn't hear the whole story, but Hu Jiaoniang did? She's really patient; no wonder she's been chasing me for hundreds of years."
"You've revised this new story. Tell me it telepathically, Black Ring. I want to be the first to hear it."
Yang Silang exclaimed in surprise.
"I thought you were always against Hu, it's rare to see you agree with her point of view."
Mo Xinlian smiled very happily.
"That sly fox has a pretty good eye sometimes."
"By the way, is there any tea left? I'd like another cup."
"I'm your wife, how can you be so petty?"
Yang Silang shrugged.
"Have you thought this through? This tea is the Yin-Yang Rebirth Tea, a gift from Hu Jiaoniang."
"You really want to drink more?"
Mo Xinlian jumped up and immediately started gagging.
"Oh no...she must have poisoned this tea!"
"She knew I would come, and that you would share your good tea with me."
"She's so calculating!"
Yang Silang watched in disbelief. Was this something a great demon immortal like him should do?
She dry heaved for a long time but couldn't vomit anything, so she sat down again in a huff and spat out a few mouthfuls of dry saliva.
The two men were already deeply prejudiced against each other, and Yang Silang had no intention of trying to persuade them.
Why should someone who has known someone for less than a month be able to reconcile a feud that has lasted for hundreds of years?
Mo Xinlian was also a little embarrassed, but she waved her hand and pretended to be calm.
"Hmm, it must be because this tea has been sitting for too long, and the toxins in it have expired and their effectiveness has greatly diminished."
"This mere poison is naturally no match for me, Mo Xinlian, the Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden."
"A few more cups, they smell really good."
Yang Silang could only continue pouring her tea.
"My dear wife, where have you been all this time, joining in the fun?"
"You seem very happy; you must have accomplished some great things. Wouldn't you like to share some of it with your husband?"
Mo Xinlian shook her head, saying she couldn't say, but after two cups of tea, she changed her mind and excitedly began to talk about what she had been doing these past few days.
On his first day in the capital, he went to the imperial kitchen and swept away all the medicinal supplements intended for the emperor. He then successfully escaped from the pursuit of the Martial Saint.
Afterwards, he went to the Five Symbols Sect to find Bai Qingmei. After drugging her, he disguised himself as her and gave all the spirit stones and magical artifacts he had collected to the younger members of the sect.
She encountered another battle between two martial arts sects. Not wanting to suffer heavy casualties, she directly called out the leaders of the two sects to fight to the death, so as not to let her subordinates lose their lives.
Finally, having heard that a great battle had taken place in the Jinghe Mausoleum, she took a stroll around and even sneaked into the top of the tomb to pay her respects to Emperor Jinghe's remains.
She even fought a fierce battle with the stone statues in the tomb before escaping before the Martial Saint arrived.
Yang Silang was dumbfounded.
This is something no human being could do.
Putting everything else aside, can you please stop targeting just one person?
Bai Qingmei is also quite pitiful. When she went to Jiangdong Province to attend the Flying Immortal Gathering, her sedan chair was stolen. This time, she directly impersonated someone else and lost all her wealth.
Seeing his expression, Mo Xinlian seemed to know what he was thinking and hurriedly defended herself.
"Those medicinal supplements are formulated in a way that disrupts the balance between the emperor and his subjects. Although they taste delicious, I can tell there's something wrong with them as soon as I taste them. I'm doing the emperor a favor, and he doesn't even appreciate it."
"And then there's Bai Qingmei. Her talent is mediocre, and her cultivation has reached its limit. What use are those spirit stones and resources in her hands? The ones I gave her were all young talents from the sect."
"When her cultivation level improves in the future, she will have more connections."
"As for the war between the two factions, it's all about the sect leader's personal interests and has nothing to do with the disciples. Why make them shed blood?"
"Jinghe Mausoleum is even more interesting. Emperor Jinghe actually grew green hair. Unfortunately, there's a magic array outside, so I can't get close to see it."
Upon hearing this, Yang Silang's heart stirred, and he hurriedly inquired about the condition of Emperor Jinghe's remains.
Unfortunately, just as Mo Xinlian said, she was blocked by the formation after sneaking into the treasure peak and did not get close to the emperor's corpse at all.
From a distance, the body appeared intact with elastic skin, but unfortunately, it was covered in green hair, which looked ominous.
After Mo Xinlian finished speaking, she asked Yang Silang how he had been doing these past few days.
Yang Silang could only say that everything was fine. Hu Jiaoniang also gave him a divine seed of wood, from which he benefited greatly.
Mo Xinlian jumped up and shouted.
"I knew it, that vixen was up to no good."
"She gave you tea, she gave you a bow, and she even gave you a seed of the divine will of the wood element!"
"I know what she's going to do," Mo Xinlian said through gritted teeth, her eyes wide.
"She wants to steal your heart, she wants to steal my man, Mo Xinlian's man!"
"How utterly vicious! So evil!"
Yang Silang wanted to roll his eyes when he heard that.
What kind of twisted logic is this?
How could I, a mere grandmaster, possibly tempt someone to have worldly desires?
Mo Xinlian suddenly changed her expression and patted Yang Silang on the shoulder.
"I know you are absolutely loyal to me."
"I allow you to feign friendship with her and keep whatever good things you get."
"Then we'll disappear together and make her furious!"