Palace Master's Road to Unification

On the second day of hunting, there was a standard. In order to maintain manners, it was forbidden to catch fish with hands, and only one tool was used—twigs.

This is a very test of strength. If the strength is weak, the prey will run away. If the strength is too high, the branches will break, and the branches are not as sharp as the harpoon. It is even more difficult to pierce the fish scales.

Han Lu Lingyao caught the fish with tears in her eyes, but this time no one will help them.

Because Ning Zheng was copying books!

I've been copying from last night until now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it before the hunt ends.

But this time, he didn't catch fish for three days as Han Lu thought.

Because when someone you're terrified of is staring at you from behind, your ability either goes down or goes up by leaps and bounds, turning it into motivation.

Under Ziheng's hot and cold eyes, the two finally finished before dark, because after dark, the difficulty of doing anything is doubled, especially fishing.

On the third day, birds flew by and arrows shot into the sky, and it was the last day.

Han Lu and Ling Yao were very happy today, because the palace lord did not give any more tasks, they just need to shoot [-] birds according to the usual practice, and they are not interested in the rankings at all, and it is no surprise that the first place this time must be Qing Ying's right Of course, the palace lord will not participate, and Duan Wu's left envoy is not there, and the right envoy's road ahead is smooth without any danger.

This day Ning Zheng came, although he hadn't finished copying the book, even if he copied "Small Star Sword Art" for a day and a night, he would be tired, so he came out to change his mood.

"Senior brother Ning, do you want to try it?"

Ning Zheng looked up to see the birds flying by in the sky, but in his eyes they were just blurred shadows.

"Well, let's try."

Han Lu handed over the bow full of joy, Ning Zheng took the bow and arrow, opened the bowstring, with a very standard posture, and shot out with one arrow——!

nothing happened...

Ling Yao unhurriedly passed another arrow, and said seriously: "There are few people in the world who can hit every shot, and it's normal for the first arrow to miss."

In the eyes of the two of them, they only feel that Ning Zheng's archery is very good, at least better than the two of hers, otherwise she would not have achieved more results than the two of them after only half a day on the first day, so I wanted to see it with my own eyes The opponent's archery.

Ning Zheng looked at this arrow and shook his head in his heart. Even if he shoots a hundred more arrows, he probably won't hit them. He is confused about the prey ten meters away. How can he shoot birds in the air? ?

"Senior Brother Ning, your arrow technique really fluctuates..." Han Lu sighed.

Ling Yao said: "Brother Ning must be tired from copying books, and staying up late copying books is not good for the eyes, and it is common to be inaccurate in shooting."

"If you let him shoot arrows, it will only scare away all the birds in the forest."

Ziheng strolled over, took the bow and arrow from Ning Zheng's hand, drew the bow, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot through the clouds like an arrow piercing through the sky.

A flying eagle fell from the sky,

Ning Zheng praised: "The palace master's archery skills are exquisite, and his subordinates can't match them."

"Have you finished copying?"

"...not yet."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"...The subordinate will go back and continue copying."

……

After hunting in the daytime, you can barbecue at night. Open flames are not allowed in the Nine Heavens Palace. If a disciple is greedy on weekdays, he can only secretly go outside to hunt two rabbits, and he must be careful not to be discovered by patrolling disciples.

Han Lu was organizing the disciples, and Ling Yao came to Ning Zheng alone: ​​"Senior brother Ning, the disciples in the palace will start a bonfire to eat prey in a while, can senior brother Ning join us?"

Ning Zheng stopped writing: "Will the palace master do it himself?"

Lingyao thought for a while: "In the past, the Palace Master left after hunting, but sometimes he would sit down and barbecue with everyone."

Ning Zheng picked up the pen: "I'll go over after copying these."

"Then I'll reserve a seat for Senior Brother."

Ning Zheng suddenly called to Lingyao: "Junior Sister, remember to prepare a seasoning." Although the original flavor has a unique flavor, he really doesn't want to eat tasteless meat anymore.

Lingyao turned around and said with a smile, "This is natural."

After all, who would eat tasteless meat?What's the difference between that and chewing on a piece of wax with a good taste.

……

After Ning Zheng finished transcribing, he stepped into the forest, where the fire was so bright that it was very warm, and the aroma of meat was everywhere, and the disciples were so excited that they sang loudly.

"Senior brother Ning, this way!" Han Lu raised her hand and waved it.

Ning Zheng walked over and saw that Han Lu and Ling Yao had given him a seat in the middle, but it was difficult to sit because there were women all around, and he seemed a bit out of place as a man among them.

After some hesitation, he sat down because standing was more conspicuous.

It didn't take a while for Zi Heng to come over, today there was no battle like before, sitting directly on the ground with his disciples, very close to the people.

Han Lu immediately handed over the pigeon she had roasted: "Palace Master, please use it."

Ziheng took a look, the skin of this pigeon was burnt yellow, smelling it made people salivate, and he could see that the craftsmanship was not bad, it was sprinkled with various condiments, if it tasted it would be very delicious.

But Ziheng refused: "No need, give me a raw one."

Han Lu had no choice but to withdraw her hand, Lingyao then handed over a treated rabbit, put it on a branch and handed it to Ziheng.

Ziheng took it and roasted it with a serious expression.

Ziheng baked food without any condiments. If eating it raw was not good for your health and was also unsightly, Ning Zheng suspected that the other party might really choose to eat it raw.

Food without seasoning, no matter how soft the meat is roasted, is just chewy wax. Ning Zheng really doesn't want to eat anymore, because he has had enough in Jiluo Mountain.

At that time he was unable to move in the cave, and the food was provided by Ziheng, and he would eat whatever the other party gave him, so he ate meat without any taste for many days, and now thinking about it, he still feels a little nauseous.

After Ziheng finished roasting, she tore off the meat and savored it bit by bit. She didn't have any subtle expressions on her face. She neither missed nor missed the taste, but she still insisted on eating this tasteless food.

After eating, Ziheng quietly looked at the scene at the moment, the surrounding sounds were noisy, but it was very lively, but this was probably the last laughter.

Zi Heng had a premonition that after today it would probably not be peaceful.

……

Ziheng seldom dreams, even in her dreams, she is pursuing martial arts to the top. For her, ruling and conquering is a pleasure, but improving herself is also very important.

But tonight, I had a different dream, in which was my childhood self.

But she doesn't want to see such a weak person. In her eyes, the weak don't need to remember, even the former self.

She just needs to remember to be strong, and she will become stronger in the future. These thoughts that intend to provoke her weakness do not need to exist.

The scene before her eyes passed by like smoke, she stood on the highest point, and thousands of people bowed their heads, and then she was pierced by thousands of arrows and fell off the cliff.

Ziheng sneered: "Stupid!"

Then he opened his eyes.

The incense burner beside her had been extinguished, but the medicinal fragrance in the room had not dissipated. This was undoubtedly a disturbing thing, and this kind of thing would be ignited in her sleeping place.

Zi Heng said coldly: "Come here."

"The disciple is here."

"Execute all the disciples who are in charge of the affairs of the palace today."

She lowered her eyelids with all her hands and feet.

The disciples trembled, but under the cold gaze of the Palace Master, they did not dare to persuade or ask.

But after disposing of these disciples, Ziheng would still fall into a dream for several days. Although these would not affect her state of mind, the feeling of being played around with applause made her very unhappy.

So she killed batch after batch of disciples.

Perhaps the incense really touched Zi Heng's heart, and she became so tyrannical.

No matter how much Ziheng slaughtered the various sects before, he would never attack the people in his own palace.

But now, people in Jiuxiao Palace are in a state of panic, and some of Ruan Qiushui's old departments are also starting to move around.

The author has something to say:

I don't really want to write about Ziheng's past, because I don't think she needs relatives. As for friends, they are even more dispensable, let alone love.

If you look for affection from the Palace Mistress, you can only have master-servant affection [sigh]