novellaaa Chapter 25 The Secret History of Dynasties
Chapter 25 The Secret History of Dynasties
Ordinary people can't buy them; only the head of the Soul Suppression Division and those with higher positions have a certain quota each month.
Yang Feng's willingness to share a bottle with Lin Qing demonstrates his extreme satisfaction with Lin Qing.
Despite their envy, Yu Qiuyu and the others never harbored jealousy or resentment, because Lin Qing's talent was indeed far beyond that of everyone else.
Moreover, after spending the past two months together, Lin Qing's character has been recognized; he is loyal, reliable, hardworking, and diligent. It is only natural that he has earned Yang Feng's approval and favor.
"Your swordsmanship is already very solid, but you lack practical experience. Starting tomorrow, I will arrange a sparring session for you every seven days. After three to five months, your combat ability will be greatly improved," Yang Feng said thoughtfully.
"it is good."
Yang Feng then asked a few more questions, turned and left, and Yu Qiuyu and the others immediately surrounded him.
"Lin Qing, how exactly did you train? How could you be so fast?"
"Yeah, Brother Lin, is there any trick to it? Tell us, and if it really works, we'll cover your food for a month!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Looking at the curious and enthusiastic faces around him, Lin Qing didn't know how to explain, so he cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, I just practice hard every day, and I don't have any special tricks. If you have any questions, you can ask me, and I will do my best to answer them."
Upon hearing this, Yu Qiuyu and the others understood that some things cannot be taught because of differences in talent.
"Fine, if we're not talented, we have to accept it. Why make things difficult for ourselves? Let's go for a drink tonight, it's on me!" said a loud-voiced, burly man with a full beard. This man was named Old Wei, the oldest among the group of corpse collectors. He was a generous and easy-going person.
"Alright!"
"good!"
...
Five or six days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the training ground.
Old Wei and his friends were sitting around a stone table under the pavilion, drinking.
Yu Qiuyu strode over: "Old Wei, where's Lin Qing?"
"Were you just practicing martial arts here?" Old Wei glanced around. It was noon, and the training ground was empty.
"Brother Lin has gone to study. Ever since the boss taught him last time that martial arts training should be balanced, Brother Lin spends an hour studying every day," said a man opposite Old Wei. This man was named Cao Tian, in his thirties, and he stuttered a bit. He was a drunkard.
"Then let's wait." Yu Qiuyu nodded and sat down on the stone bench next to him.
At this moment, Lin Qing was sitting on a bamboo chair outside the library, reading a book called Yunlin Caotang Zaji. Although it sounded like a miscellaneous book, a large part of it was actually about the history of the Yuan Dynasty.
"The Yuan Dynasty has existed for over 1,800 years. Emperor Taizu of Yuan was born on the northern grasslands, the child of a small tribal chief..."
"Later, the tribe was destroyed, and Yuan Taizu was captured and became a groom for an enemy tribe for eight years..."
"Afterwards, the world fell into chaos, and Yuan Taizu rallied the people to rise up in rebellion. It took him fifty-six years to unify the world, and the dynasty continues to this day, known as the Yuan..."
Lin Qing didn't know if the story was true or false, but that's what the storytellers in the teahouse said. From a humble groom to the founding emperor of a dynasty, his legendary story was spread throughout the streets and alleys, and everyone knew it.
He continued flipping through the pages, where many strange and mysterious tales were recorded, sounding quite enigmatic.
"Nineteen hundred years ago, the Great Xia Dynasty flourished for a time, but after only a century, it rapidly declined, plunging the world into chaos and leading to a struggle for power among numerous warlords..."
"Legend has it that several extraterrestrial visitors once descended upon this world, each possessing terrifying power. They sparked an earth-shattering war in the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, marking the beginning of the dynasty's decline..."
"Legend has it that Yuan Taizu was born with an unusual appearance, with heavenly eyes growing from his eyebrows; when these eyes opened and closed, he could kill without leaving a trace..."
...
The numerous mysterious and enigmatic records aroused Lin Qing's great interest. He became so engrossed in them that he unknowingly read them from beginning to end.
"Young Lin, one hour has passed."
Suddenly, an old voice drifted from not far away, interrupting his thoughts.
Lin Qing closed the book, got up and went to the side of an old man not far away. The old man had an otherworldly appearance, white hair and a youthful face. Although his hair was all white, his skin was smooth and delicate. Lin Qing was amazed when he first saw him and could not see through his martial arts level at all.
Standing before him, he felt no pressure whatsoever. But Yang Feng had said that this old man was no ordinary person. He was said to have been a court physician, and now he was returning to his hometown, wanting to settle down and rest in peace. Even Yang Feng couldn't fathom his true nature.
Therefore, Lin Qing dared not show the slightest disrespect to the old man.
These past few days, every time he came, he would bring the old man a grilled fish. He had specifically inquired about it and found that the old man didn't have many hobbies, except that he loved eating fish and fishing.
At this moment, the old man sat cross-legged on a smooth, gray-white rock, casting his fishing rod repeatedly towards a tranquil pool in front of him.
As the two got to know each other better, the old man also figured out Lin Qing's habits. He would come here to read for an hour every day and leave on time.
Today, an hour had passed, and Lin Qing was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice, prompting the old man to remind him.
"Elder Yun, I wonder if the strange tales described in this book are true or false?" Lin Qing asked curiously. The old man's name was Yun Tianxing, and he was the manager of the library of the Soul Suppression Division.
Yun Tianxing glanced at the book in Lin Qing's hand: "Young man, don't ask questions like that."
"I'm just curious. This book is too mysterious. It talks about extraterrestrial visitors and having eyes that grow out of eyebrows," Lin Qing said with a smile.
He read books to better understand the world, and there was an old imperial physician who had returned from the capital, who was probably the most knowledgeable person in this small county. So he seized every opportunity to ask questions, regardless of whether they were useful to him at the moment.
Yun Tianxing also liked to teach, and he would patiently answer almost every question. Now, as he stroked his beard, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"The matter of having a third eye in one's eyebrows is true. Every member of the royal family has a third eye. As for visitors from outer space? I don't know if it's true or not. However, there are rumors among the people that the martial arts system based on internal strength in modern times actually comes from outer space. Perhaps it's not just a rumor," Yun Tianxing pondered.
"If it's true, where are the extraterrestrial visitors now?" Lin Qing pressed.
"Hmm, I don't know about that. However, there's a rumor in Kyoto that those people are all dead, leaving behind several large tombs containing the martial arts inheritance from beyond the heavens. If someone can obtain it, they might be able to transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven. But such rumors are a mix of truth and falsehood, and no one can verify them. It's just something to listen to for fun." Yun Tianxing shook his head and turned his attention back to the quiet little pool in front of him.
Seeing that the old man was getting impatient, Lin Qing didn't press the matter further.
He got up and walked towards the four-story bamboo building in front of him, placed the scroll on a bookshelf on the fourth floor, and then turned back to the corpse collector's compound.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard Yu Qiuyu calling out to him.
"Lin Qing, you're finally back! Come with me!"
"What is it?" Lin Qing asked.
Yu Qiuyu strode over: "Didn't the taxi driver say before that he would arrange a practical exercise for you every seven days? Today I'll take you somewhere."
As Yu Qiuyu spoke, he walked out. Lin Qing thought for a moment, then got up and followed him.
The two went out, turned a few corners, and walked along several cobblestone paths before arriving at another small courtyard nearby.
In the center of the courtyard stood a high platform where two people were sparring. They were bare-handed, moving about and striking each other with heavy thuds. Dozens of people watched the fight, occasionally cheering.