The sky is shady and the rain is pouring down.

The mountain roads of Xishu Poling abound, and the cement is muddy, and it is difficult to lift the speed of the road.

Princess Changning has always had a cold temperament, and Gu Ping'an is also silent, and the journey is very dull.

"Hey, you don't seem happy." However, Si Qin has always taken the initiative to talk, and seeing that Gu Ping'an was silent, she pursed her lips and complained, "Stuffy gourd, you can say what you want." ”

"I want to learn martial arts."

The two were talking across the carriage, but when Si Qin heard this, he suddenly lifted the curtain of the car window, glanced at him in a daze, and subconsciously looked at His Highness.

Jiang Jinshuang put down the scroll, stared at him and said:

"The Xuan vein is occluded, and it's too late to practice martial arts."

"yes." Si Qin pecked his head, this is all common sense.

Anyone can dredge the entrance of the body before the age of ten, and then polish the body and internal organs, and condense the true qi.

At the age of fifteen, the entrance gradually became clogged, but there were still some gaps that needed to be broken by a master.

More than eighteen years old, the entrance is completely closed, and the gods are difficult to save.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, practicing martial arts and laying a foundation requires expensive medicinal materials, and Gu Gongzi has worked hard to take the road of sage books, let alone practicing martial arts.

"Your Highness, is it a dead end?" Gu Ping'an asked, although his tone was as calm as ever, Jiang Jinshuang still heard a trace of pleading.

She was silent for a moment and nodded slowly:

"Dead-end."

Gu Ping'an smiled, he understood that he was delusional, but he was still unwilling after all.

Si Qin looked confused and said dissatisfiedly:

"Gu Gongzi, a strategist, using the world as a chessboard, killing people thousands of miles away, is far more majestic and domineering than a sword scabbard at the waist!"

"Don't be afraid of the danger of your life, I can protect you at any time, and besides, you are Your Highness's person, who dares to touch you?"

"There's Miss Lausqin." Gu Ping'an smiled, then reined in the reins of the horse and continued to hurry, some words were difficult to put into words, maybe it seemed ridiculous to say them.

I want the gate valve to bow his proud head in front of me, I want to attack and defend the situation, and stand in the Jinluan Hall to condescendingly judge the empress and shake.

To be more precise, at the moment when I had the opportunity to return to the Great Qianshen Capital, I didn't want to be a gentle Confucian, I just wanted to be a reckless man with blood on my hands.

Looking at Gu Ping'an's gloomy back, Si Qin sighed.

She didn't want the other party to be able to have a clear mind, both strategy and martial arts, but this was unrealistic, and His Royal Highness was so talented that he couldn't do anything about it.

Jiang Jinshuang thought for a moment and said coldly:

"Divert to Shushan, some sects may have a way to inherit their origins."

These words were like listening to the sounds of heaven, Gu Ping'an turned around, dismounted and took a deep look, and said respectfully:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"This palace doesn't like to hear this." Jiang Jinshuang's face was expressionless.

Si Qin pouted, "Oh, I looked decadent just now, and now I'm almost cheering." ”

After speaking, she said:

"Don't give up hope, you should go to Shushan to relax and enjoy the scenery."

The greater the hope, the greater the sense of frustration and blow, and she didn't want to see Gu Gongzi collapse.

It is almost impossible to open the vein, which is contrary to the common sense of martial arts since ancient times.

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Shushan is located in the western and eastern frontiers of Shu and arrived at the foot of the mountain ten days later.

I saw that the mountains on both sides stood opposite each other, as if they were about to fall down at any time, covering most of the blue sky, but there was a long bluestone staircase in the middle, and there was no end in sight.

A group of people climbed the stairs, the mountain waterfall was noisy, and the birds and beasts sang in unison.

About half an hour, Gu Ping'an saw a temple hidden in the green cage forest, and the outline of the golden eaves could be vaguely seen.

A monk with clear ears walked out of the temple, looked at the noble and elegant Princess Changning, and folded his hands and said respectfully:

"The abbot of the poor monk Jingkong Temple is Puzhao, and he has seen His Royal Highness."

Jiang Jinshuang flicked the sleeves of her skirt, and she didn't mean to enter the temple, so she said bluntly:

"Help him open his pulse, and this palace will read a favor in Jingkong Temple."

Master Puzhao raised his head, looked at Gu Ping'an carefully for a long time, and quickly came to a conclusion:

"Poor monks can't do anything."

The degree of blockage of the Xuan veins is already so that there is no blood to enter, and not even a wisp of qi can pass.

"Let's go." Jiang Jinshuang didn't drag the mud and water.

"Greetings to Your Highness."

Master Puzhao watched the group leave, but when he looked at Gu Ping'an, he could obviously detect the monstrous aura hidden under the gentle temperament, and couldn't help but persuade:

"The poor monk wishes his son to cherish living beings, restrain his killing karma, and be generous in order to achieve immeasurable merits."

Gu Ping'an stopped, nodded and seemed to agree:

"It's really a holy monk, the world should erect a sculpture for you."

Perhaps hearing the sarcasm, Master Puzhao shook his head and recited Amitabha softly.

Another hour, came to the world-famous Emei Sword Sect.

The deputy sect master was an elegant and plump middle-aged beauty, and both hands had wisps of light cyan true qi during the blessing ceremony, which gradually condensed into an illusory dagger.

Needless to say, the dagger was directly inserted into Gu Ping'an's body, and no blood gushed out, just a tearing pain stirring the internal organs.

Si Qin bared his teeth and felt distressed when he looked at it.

Ordinary people couldn't bear the suffering, but Gu Ping'an was indifferent, just staring at Deputy Sect Master Emei, hoping to see the mood swings on her face.

The beautiful woman felt a little regretful, slowly withdrew the dagger, and said softly:

"Childe, you can't have both pen and ink and sword."

Being in the rivers and lakes and well-informed, she knows very well what the other party has experienced.

It's a pity that the road of martial arts, to miss it is to miss it.

Gu Ping'an barely stood firm, and the pain in his body slowly subsided.

Si Qin supported him, frowned, and said, "Why bother, don't you forget it?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Gu Ping'an was still unwilling, and said firmly: "You can catch up if you fall behind, but you don't have a chance to start, I want to try again." ”

……

The sky was dark, and I went to five sects of martial arts in a row, and even met the legendary characters recorded in the classics, but the result was the same.

A few people came to a deep mountain Taoist temple, there was not even a plaque, and the wall was also eroded by the rain, which looked mottled.

There was no greeter outside the temple, but Siqin took the initiative to knock on the door to clarify the meaning, obviously the Taoist temple has a good history.

"I've seen the Taoist."

Jiang Jinshuang took the initiative to give a gift.

Looking at the bamboo forest path outside, a Taoist priest riding a scalper came slowly, wearing a Xuan-colored Taoist robe embroidered with yin and yang gossip, black hair and childish face, the most unique thing is that the eyebrows are snow-white, and the eyes are blazing.

"Your Highness." Bai Meidao bowed his head, and then took out a freshly picked ancient ginseng from his sleeve that was still covered with soil, and landed firmly in Gu Ping'an's arms, and then said lightly:

"Whether you can open the pulse depends on your creation."

Si Qin's face showed a look of anticipation, the most promising place for the trip to Shushan is here, what if there is a miracle?

Besides, Gu Gongzi himself is good at creating miracles, and since ancient times, the gate valve has monopolized the Sanding Jia, and has it not been subverted by Gu Gongzi himself?

Hmph, if Gu Gongzi is both civil and military, I want to see how Emperor Qiandi feels?!

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