Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

When he had nothing to do, Jiajing finally remembered the idea of refining a flying sword that he had mentioned earlier.

At this moment, Jiajing was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he saw a light purple mana rising up, enveloping a long sword in front of Jiajing.

This sword is the one worn by Jiajing, and since it is a sword used by the Son of Heaven, its symbolism is more than that, so the decoration of this sword is extremely gorgeous.

But despite this, the sword was still extremely sharp, and when the sword was pulled out of its scabbard, it was able to clearly reflect its own figure.

At this moment, under the influence of the terrifying high temperature, the original luxurious and unusually expensive sword instantly turned into silver-white molten iron, and Jiajing only waved slightly, and the molten iron automatically suspended in front of Jiajing.

Since he entered the late stage of Qi cultivation, Jiajing's control over his own strength has reached a new level, so this level is simply easy for him.

Looking at the ball of molten iron suspended in front of him, Jiajing suddenly made a difficulty, because before this, he had no experience in refining flying swords, and all he had obtained from that secret realm earlier was the knowledge of the formation.

"Why don't you try it according to those immortal cultivators you have seen in your previous life?"

Jiajing thought so, and then his heart moved, and suddenly, he saw that the blue-gray robe worn by Jiajing began to be windless, and the hunting sounded.

The momentum of his whole person also began to gradually climb upward, and a dark purple flame rose up, enveloping the silver-white molten iron and began to calcine.

Jiajing's move is to try to inject mana into this molten iron through calcination, and at that time, he only needs to move his mind to summon this flying sword and kill people invisibly.

Time passed slowly, and with the calcination of the dark purple flame, the remaining impurities in the silver-white molten iron were also cleaned up, and the silver-white molten iron became more pure and flawless.

Seeing this, Jiajing immediately withdrew his mana and stopped calcining, although Jiajing had withdrawn his mana, but the molten iron was still surrounded by some dark purple flames, which had not dissipated for a long time.

Immediately, I saw Jiajing pinching the seal in his hand, and while controlling the mana wrapped in the silver-white molten iron, he also took this opportunity to shape the sword.

Gradually, the silvery-white molten iron changed, and its shape began to gradually change in the direction of a sword.

First the hilt of the sword, then the body of the sword, Jiajing saw this, immediately retracted his mind and began to devote himself to the shaping of this sword.

Gradually, the degree of completion of this sword is getting higher and higher, and unlike the previous sword with extraordinary luxury, this sword is simple and heavy, and from the body of this sword, there is no trace of any shadow of the sword of the Son of Heaven.

Jiajing knew that this sword had already succeeded most of it, and the next step was to successfully establish contact with this sword, and it was done!

Although there is nothing special about this sword, on the surface, Jiajing can vaguely perceive the power contained in this sword.

Jiajing looked at the simple and heavy long sword suspended in the air, and began to feel the connection with this sword.

"The Tao can be the way, the very way, the name can be named, the name is not famous, the beginning of the nameless heaven and earth, the mother of all things......"

With Jiajing's silent recitation of the content of the Tao Te Ching, his whole person gradually entered a mysterious realm without sorrow and joy.

Without Jiajing knowing it, a light purple mana rose from his body, enveloping the simple and heavy sword suspended in mid-air.

With the envelopment of mana, the flying sword suspended in mid-air also became more and more restless, and kept making a crisp 'hum' sound, as if it wanted to escape Jiajing's control.

But the power that makes up itself comes from Jiajing, how can it escape?

Therefore, soon the sword stopped struggling and was quietly suspended in mid-air, and Jiajing opened his eyes at the right time, looking at the flying sword suspended in front of him, his face was full of joy.

"This is refined, I thought it would take my own essence and blood to establish a connection with this sword!"

Then, I saw Jiajing pinching the seal in his hand, and as soon as his mind moved, the sword began to circle around Jiajing.

"Why don't you try Edgeworth's flight?"

Jiajing thought so, and was ready to try it in the Qianqing Palace.

I saw Jiajing pinching the seal in his hand, so that the flying sword stayed in mid-air, and then jumped slightly, and Jiajing stepped on the flying sword steadily.

"Go!"

Under Jiajing's control, this flying sword finally staggered and flew up, and Jiajing's whole person also swayed left and right.

But gradually, after a period of flying, Jiajing gradually mastered the skills of controlling the flying sword, and the skills became more and more skilled.

It wasn't until the mana in his body was consumed that Jiajing reluctantly stopped flying.

At this moment, looking at the flying sword that was held in his hand, Jiajing's heart suddenly flooded with a sense of unreality.

Stepping on the flying sword and wandering freely is something that countless teenagers dream of, and today, I have achieved it!

"This Qianqing Palace is still too small, wait for the evening, find an open place and practice it well!"

Jiajing thought so, and immediately made up his mind in his heart.

At this moment, Lu Fang's voice came from outside the Qianqing Palace: "Your Majesty, the slave maid has something important to report!" ”

When Jiajing heard this, he immediately put away the flying sword in his hand and commanded.

"Come in!"

After that, I saw Lu Fang push open the door and walk in with silent steps.

As soon as Lu Fang entered the Qianqing Palace, he knelt on the ground with a 'plop', held a note high above his head, and reported respectfully.

"Your Majesty, here is the relevant matters listed by Yan Shifan, the elder of the small pavilion, when the time comes, when the examination for the clan and nobles is held!"

"Well, bring it!"

Hearing this, Jiajing raised his eyebrows, and immediately looked in the direction where Lu Fang was, and commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After Lu Fang responded, he immediately stepped to Jiajing's side and handed out the music in his hand.

Jiajing took the song from Lu Fang's hand, and after roughly browsing the contents on it, he put it aside casually.

In the recital, the relevant matters raised by Yan Shifan were very targeted, so Jiajing had no intention of objecting, and after a few cursory glances, he withdrew his gaze.

"Tell Yan Shifan, I'm right!"

After this, Jiajing saw that Lu Fang looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and asked curiously.

"Lu Fang, do you have anything you want to say to me?"

Lu Fang saw that Jiajing saw through his thoughts, and after considering the language, he spoke cautiously.

"Your Majesty, to tell you the truth, the slave maid got the news that the son of His Royal Highness King Yu has been sick recently!"

After Jiajing learned the news from Lu Fang's mouth, he couldn't help frowning, and immediately asked.

"What about the hospital, what does the hospital say?"

"Your Majesty, the Tai Hospital said that King Yu's son just occasionally felt cold, but because he was too young, they didn't dare to use too strong medicine, so they could only slowly recuperate......"

Before Lu Fang's words were finished, he was interrupted impatiently by Jiajing: "This group of bastards, okay, send someone to tell King Yu that I will go there in person in the evening!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

(End of chapter)