Chapter 369
In a certain world, on a certain day of a certain year, at a certain moment, twenty-six newborns were born at the same time.
These newborns were male and female, some were healthy, some were weak, some were born in the emperor's family, and some were abandoned in the pigsty.
Some babies saw flying swords when they opened their eyes.
Some babies can only see the blue sky above their heads when they open their eyes.
A voice sounded in their minds at the same time.
——This continent is composed of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao, and Qi.
The bronze tripod controlled by the envoy represents the highest authority in the world, and there has been no recognized king for hundreds of years.
There are no rules, no requirements, and no help. The twenty-six newborns can only grow by their own strength. No matter what method is used, if they can unify the continent and become the co-lord of the world, they will be recognized by the envoy of the gods and get the bronze tripod.
The only restriction is that the highest level of practice in this world can only reach the perfection of Jindan to the first infant, that is, the first stage of Youye, and it can no longer be improved.
After saying these words, the voice disappeared and never appeared in their minds again.
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You can see the blue sky when you open your eyes, which means that there is no tile above your head to cover your body.
In fact, the baby was now in a small wooden tub floating on the river.
His eyes were a little dull, and he wondered if this was too unfair, some people might be born with a golden key in their mouth, why would he want to die.
Are you an orphan here? Will it still be picked up by the nun mother, and then repeat the life of that life again, picking up all kinds of good things?
Thinking about these things, He Zhan felt that life was so boring, he really wanted to close his eyes, let the river wash him down a certain cliff, die like this, and leave.
But then he thought that with his own luck, he might encounter some adventures if he fell under the cliff.
At this moment, the river was no longer so rushing. He looked at a woman doing laundry by the river from a distance, sighed, closed his eyes, and cried with all his strength.
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The baby who saw the sword light all over the sky naturally devoted himself to a certain sect of practice.
Unfortunately, he is not the crystallization of any Taoist couple, his parents are handymen of this sect.
The mother, who had just given birth a few days ago, struggled to get out of bed, tied him to his back with a cloth, and began to clean the courtyard for the fairies.
While his mother wasn't paying attention, he opened his eyes again, looked into the sky, and found that the cultivator who was clearly a teacher was only in the realm of Chengyi.
Is this also a fairy?
What should I do to grow up quickly, practice seriously, become a useful person, and then go find the son?
Thinking about this difficult question, the baby gradually became drowsy and fell asleep again following the mother's movements.
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The highest state in this world is just the first state of You Ye, and the number of people is very small, so the status of practitioners is naturally not as unattainable as Chaotian Continent.
The one with the highest power here is the emperor in the world, and being able to be reincarnated as a prince is naturally the result of the best luck.
Good-looking people are generally lucky.
Jing Jiu lay quietly in the hall for three days.
The sad emperor gradually calmed down and began to take care of the empress's funeral. Maybe he would think of him at any time and come to have a look.
Naturally, those nuns and maids had already washed him clean.
The afternoon in late spring is always drowsy, the palace becomes extremely quiet, and the maids and eunuchs do not know where to hide and take a nap.
He opened his eyes and stood up slowly, adapting to this weak body.
He has more experience in this area than others.
He walked seven steps on the bed, looked at the sky and the ground, and probably understood the current situation.
Then he looked into the distance, felt the faint ringing of the bell in the void, and felt relieved.
If someone sees a three-day-old baby who climbs up by himself and walks a few steps, he might be scared to death.
He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
The aura of heaven and earth here is sparse, and for ordinary practitioners, a year of practice here might not be as good as the original day.
But when he was trapped in the snowfield, he had a similar experience, and he believed that he would be much faster than others.
Still the same sentence, as long as you live long enough, and you rarely go down the mountain, you will know more.
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Time passed in such a dull way.
Jing Jiu was practicing every day, and in the eyes of the maids and eunuchs, that was sleep.
Of course, some people would worry whether the prince was congenitally deficient or sick because he slept for so long every day, but the imperial doctor visited him a few times and found nothing wrong.
Being hugged by a nanny to breastfeed and defecate is not a problem for Jing Jiu, as long as the six senses are isolated, everything doesn't matter.
The problem is that his appearance in this life is still outstanding. Now that he is a baby, he naturally looks very cute and beautiful, like a jade carved from ice.
When he was cultivating, those court ladies and eunuchs thought he was fast asleep, so they couldn't help but secretly touch his face or other places.
Regarding this matter, Jing Jiu thought about it seriously, and finally decided to choose patience.
The cloud and dream realm in Qingtianjian obviously means to step into the world of mortals.
These aspirants should have lived here for many years, and their patience and understanding of secular life is part of their perception.
Jing Jiu always thought that the people from Guocheng Temple were stupid and didn't need any insights. The reason why he chose to endure was because he couldn't refuse.
In the following years, he practiced earnestly in the palace, occasionally crying a few times.
A year later, he felt that ordinary babies should be able to start talking, so he spoke, which surprised the nuns and maids who served him.
I think it might be because his pronunciation is too standard, and what he said at the beginning was not mom, dad, or onomatopoeia, but: hot.
The nanny confirmed with the maid several times before she was sure that what he said was the hot word and what he wanted to express was the same.
The people in the palace were worried that the prince would catch cold, so they often wrapped him like a rice dumpling, even in late spring.
He doesn't have much real energy now, so naturally he can't talk about cold and heat, it's really too hot to die.
In the next year, besides practicing, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.
One day he saw two court ladies playing chess, and found that their chess skills were not much worse than Tong Yan's.
He devised something, and the maids and nuns failed the test. (Note)
This made him confirm that the people here are not real beings, and this place is just an illusion.
The question may not have meant much to other askers, but he thought it was important.
During this year, he also fully grasped his own situation.
He is the Ninth Prince of Chu.
The first eight brothers or sisters died before they were born.
The queen gave birth to him with great difficulty, and died of dystocia.
In other words, he is the sole heir of Chu State.
Logically speaking, the emperor should regard such a child as a treasure.
But the Emperor of Chu is not a common emperor.
Emperor Chu's poems and songs are very well written, his paintings are even better, his literary talent is elegant, and he has unparalleled affection for the queen. He rejected the minister's request to establish a new queen, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace. Apart from attending court meetings, he spent most of his time drinking, playing the piano and singing, remembering his deceased wife.
Jing Jiu was not moved, because the smell of wine and singing that wafted every night could easily remind him of Nan Wang on the opposite peak.
Because of his deep love for his wife, Emperor Chu didn't like the son who caused the tragic death of his beloved wife, and he didn't want to pay attention to him. He just took care of him well.
Chu State is in the south of the mainland, not very rich, not very powerful, and its people are weak.
Compared with the three powerful states of Qin, Zhao, and Chu, Chu has a very weak national presence and is often ignored.
Jing Jiu was very satisfied with this, and even thought it was perfect.
If you continue to practice in the palace, your life will continue like this, and it will be difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he doesn't care.
Back then in Qingshan, he didn't pay attention to the affairs of the world.
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One year in the dream, about one day in reality.
The screen projected by the Huan Dzi Bead in the sky changes at an extremely fast speed, bringing out countless threads of light and shadow.
Practitioners' eyesight is far superior to that of ordinary people, so they can vaguely see the contents of those quick pictures.
Occasionally, the picture will slow down, and people outside the valley can see some babies babbling, some babies pretending to be cute, and some babies thinking like old people.
The twenty-six aspirants grew up differently in different situations.
No one noticed that in those scenes that slowed down, a blue bird often appeared, either on the branch or on the eaves.
Some people felt that they could not see clearly, or felt that it was not interesting, and left the venue.
More people were staring at the light curtain, thoughtful.
It's hard not to think of how short life is in those fast-moving images.
The white horse is too short, the flash is like a flash, they are all talking about the same truth.
Time is fleeting and should be cherished, please go to the road.
Or this is the meaning of the Asking Conference.
For some people, this trial in the cloud dreamland is more like a good show.
Sese and the Shuiyuean girl sat under a big locust tree, sharing dried fish, looking at the picture on the light curtain, guessing the identities of the babies.
They failed to guess that Jiang Liu'er was actually He Zhan.
You must know that He Zhan has always been known for his good luck in the practice world.
But they easily recognized who the Chu prince was.
Three days after birth, you have to walk seven steps on the bed. Are you going to recite another poem?
Such a pretentious person, who else could it be if not Jing Jiu.
Gu Qing didn't know that his master had become the prince of Chu, because he didn't participate in the Asking Conference, and he had left Yunmeng Mountain hundreds of miles away with his sword.
Passing through the range of the Yunmeng Mountain formation, he bid farewell to the Zhongzhou disciples who were seeing him off. He looked at the valleys in the distance, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.
This was Jing Jiu's request, and Gu Qing didn't quite understand what was going on.
But he remembered very clearly that Jing Jiu said at that time that no matter what the final result was, he would go back to Shenmo Peak first.
This statement did not reassure him, but made him even more worried, because no matter how he heard the hidden meaning in this sentence, it was not good.
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It has been four years since the aspirants entered the Yundream Realm.
business as usual.
The Ninth Prince of Chu Kingdom is already four years old, and he is still so good-looking, but he rarely speaks unless necessary.
The emperor finally remembered this son, and would visit him occasionally after drinking.
But the Ninth Prince couldn't get close to the emperor no matter what, no matter what the nanny taught him, he was always silent in front of the emperor.
There are many discussions gradually spread in the palace and among the people.
Some people said that the birth of the Ninth Prince was not going well, if he was a dementia, what's the use of being so good-looking, and some people said that he was a freak. Some people thought maliciously that if he wasn't the prince, he would be raised by human traffickers and then sent to those officials to play with the rich.
One afternoon, the palace was very quiet, the Ninth Prince was taking a nap, and a few court ladies were chatting outside the window not far away, so they naturally started talking about those rumors.
Some court ladies think those rumors are facts.
The Ninth Prince looked really silly, often sitting alone in the imperial garden, not knowing what he was looking at or thinking.
Some court ladies totally disagree with this statement.
"Your Highness is very smart. When I played chess with Sister E, I was about to die. His Highness dropped a piece for me when I passed by, and saved me."
"How old is Your Highness? And who has seen him learn chess from Mr.? It's just luck."
The court lady looked around and said with a light smile, "If you're talking about Prince Jing's son, then it's pretty much the same."
Hearing Prince Jing's name, the eyes of several court ladies lit up.
Chu State is not as powerful as Qin, Zhao, and Qi, and the only one who can show it is Prince Jing who has been stationed at the border with Luo State all the year round.
It is said that Prince Jing's son was born on the same day as the Ninth Prince, but the difference is incalculable.
That prince Bingxue is smart, able to compose poems at a young age, excellent in chess, treats people like a spring breeze, seems to have Su Hui, and looks like a fairy descending from the earth.
It is said that Prince Jing loves his son very much and regards him as the apple of his eye. It is said that one time he even said a rebellious word after getting drunk.
"If it wasn't for my son's weakness, he would have won the championship at the age of thirty."
Speaking of those rumors, the maids were very excited, but also somewhat regretful, thinking that if Prince Jing's son was not congenitally deficient, then he would be perfect.
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Jing Jiu's sleep is practice, so he didn't really fall asleep, and listened to the conversation of the court ladies outside the window in the distance.
He knew that he had met the first of his kind in this world, but he was still not sure whether the Prince Jing's son was Tong Yan or Que Niang.
Of course, the eldest son was born with a deficiency, and it is also possible that he was Bai Zao.
He has already vaguely guessed what kind of person the inquirer will reincarnate after entering the Yunmeng Realm, and the rules.
As for why the son of Prince Jing is so open-minded and not worried about being discovered by other inquirers, it is actually quite understandable.
Asking the trial is not as simple as playing in the group arena, it will take a long time, and there are countless possibilities.
King Jing's son is just like him, the conditions are too good, no matter how to cover up, he will still enter the vision of other aspirants.
Regardless of whether he is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, the sooner he reveals his identity, the greater the advantage he can gain.
Jing Jiu knew that he couldn't hide his identity.
Just like what he said to Zhao Layue at the Xijian River - the sun will always be seen.
He also didn't wait for that Wuenmen disciple and Zhuo Rusui to come to him like Prince Jing's son.
The path he wants to take is different from other querents.
Just like in reality.