Chapter 1178

The jellyfish shone brightly, half-lighting the small house. The dragon silk light and shadow changed, the blue cat and brown rat circled the pillar, noisy and enthusiastic, but unknowingly, the sound disappeared, turning into a silent play.

Neither side was watching seriously. Tatta Kai yawned, threw its claws, and leaned against the blanket with its belly up.

One hundred taels, at most singing for one night. Anyway, no one is watching, and you can't stop Tatta from being lazy, right?

The maid was dejected.

She couldn't understand the conversation between the Immortal and the Prince of Huai, and now she couldn't even see the shadow projection.

"That which is above form is called the Dao; that which is below form is called the vessel—"

The Emperor pondered.

Liang Qu was secretly happy. He watched the Immortal go from lying down to leaning, from leaning to sitting upright, and then to a proper pen-holding posture, thinking seriously about his technique draft.

It's useful!

The quality of something written perfunctorily and something written seriously cannot be the same. The effect cannot be the same. Making the Immortal sit up was not a waste of breath. If he didn't bring out something real, the Immortal would never be so serious.

Earned it.

He racked his brains, trying hard to spit out the little bit of political science he had learned and chew on it.

He roughly guessed why the Immortal would ask him this. Cultivating to the melting pot realm, everything one possesses has already reached the peak. In this state, the more one wants to achieve something, the more one will pay attention to trivial matters, thinking about life, thinking about society, thinking about the future.

In short, bored.

"It is interesting." The Immortal was multitasking, "But when will the screening end? You've let them enter the martial arts hall for seven or eight years, and they are still like this. When will it be? Another ten years? Twenty years? Will there be changes then?"

"There will be influence, but no change."

"If there's no change, why screen?"

"Back when I went to Jianghuai, I asked the Prince of Chu why he didn't surrender. The Prince of Chu said, 'A three-year-old shows the man.' How a person behaves when encountering things is created by the first ten or twenty years of life. For the next few hundred years, it won't change. I deeply agree. A stingy woman, even if her descendants make a fortune, won't be extravagant." Liang Qu bowed, "So, Immortal, the screening I'm talking about is not a personal screening, but a historical screening."

"A historical screening?"

"Good nature and evil nature are just external forms of expression, feedback to the material world, just like ants swarming when seeing sugar, but humans can achieve restraint. This behavior should be understood as the richness of humans, the unique brilliance of humans, not good or bad. The so-called good or bad arguments actually strip away this richness, intending to conduct abstract a priori generalizations and understandings, which is not the root of human nature."

"Human nature is not the root, what is the root? Since they are all feedback, for the same thing, why can it derive two kinds of good and bad?"

"!" Liang Qu's eyes lit up, "The Immortal said it well. Two kinds of good and bad, yes, why are there two kinds?"

"Why?" the Emperor asked instead.

"Because so-called good and evil are both aimed at others and are social. If you help people, respect people, and assist people, it is good; if you harm people, offend people, and deceive people, it is evil. Therefore, the definition of good or bad inherently has sociality!"

"Humans have no essence; they are just the sum of all social relations."

"Human nature is constructed within society. It is in society and in practice that individuals are constituted. If you want human nature to progress, society must progress, and history must progress."

"Therefore, Liang doesn't feel much cold-heartedness, and there's no need to feel cold-hearted. Someone coming out in Yixing Town to stop the write-off is already the limit under the current education."

The blue cat in the shadow projection jumped into the sky, screaming silently.

The ghostly blue light shone on his face, and the Emperor's scalp went numb, as if ice water had flowed over it.

He hadn't met the Immortal many times. The Southern Frontier had its worries, and the Great Shun naturally had them too, fearing that the Immortal would become more distant and estranged as time went on. In daily conversation, he was careful and more careful.

He was afraid that the Immortal would hate the "mortal world" and hate "mortals." Even if it was just a trace, it could cause some disregard for the Great Shun one day hundreds of years later.

If not handled well, this might become a "stain" since his ascension.

As a result...

This statement was truly shocking.

The discussions of sages throughout the ages were all cast aside.

Is this really something Liang Qu could say?

If someone recorded it, thousands of years later, today's Prince of Huai visiting the Immortal, what was said and discussed, might become a handed-down classic.

The Immortal took back the booklet on how to cultivate self-body position fruits, handed out another thinner one, then placed the draft Liang Qu brought on the table, asked for two sheets of white paper, and reorganized it.

The Immortal asked: "Are these things what you thought of?"

"I learned them."

"Learned?"

The Emperor looked sideways. Does the Shanghu Academy teach this too? Should he promote the retired Headmaster Zhao back to the Cabinet?

"Respecting the shoes, the Grand Duke passing on books, I didn't learn much, just enough to answer the Immortal's question. Any more and I'd be puffing up my face to look fat, revealing my ignorance. Privately, I also think the Immortal doesn't need to be angry with mortals. This is the limitation of mortals. Knowing why they are limited, naturally, I won't be disappointed."

Slap!

The snot bubble burst. Tatta Kai rubbed its eyes, raised its head, saw that they were still discussing, and turned over to snore.

The Immortal nodded: "I have gained something today."

Everyone's pupils shrank, looking at the Immortal, then at the Prince of Huai.

Liang Qu bowed respectfully, then rubbed his hands: "The Immortal has gained something, naturally it is a great honor, but this technique of mine—"

The Immortal danced the wolf-hair brush, licked the ink, wrote freely and fluently, occasionally pausing to ponder.

"Ha hu, ha hu—"

Tatta Kai slept for three rounds, the blue cat and brown rat replayed from the beginning, for a full hour or more.

Two sheets of paper filled with small characters drifted down in front of him.

"Take it, it should be able to solve your problem."

Done!

After a lot of effort, the spit wasn't sprayed in vain.

"Many thanks to the Immortal! May the Immortal be happy every day! May you gain something every day!"

Liang Qu followed behind the Emperor, bowed, and left the small house. Halfway, he secretly stretched out his foot and kicked Tatta Kai's butt. Tatta Kai stretched, smacked its lips, understood the situation, scanned the shadow projection screen, which happened to continue the scene of the Heavenly God's arrival, pinched its throat, and synchronized the sound and picture.

"Oh ho ho!"

Rode back to the palace.

The lake water of Jishuitan was sparkling, with white lotus flowers everywhere. The feeling of midsummer came rushing toward him.

The grand ceremony of conferring the Prince in June, announcing it to the common people; visiting the temple to report to the ancestors in July, announcing it to the heaven, earth, and ancestors—

Liang Qu, this Prince of Huai, completely sat on the throne, sat firmly, and the thirteen ports also completely became his personal territory!

Official rank, merit, and title had all reached the extreme.

Looking around, the mountains were sparse.

It was truly cold at the heights.

Scanning twice, he happily tucked the technique and booklet close to his body. Liang Qu excitedly asked the Emperor: "Your Majesty, how did I perform today? Did I offend the Immortal? The Immortal was so solemn, rewriting the technique, he should be satisfied, right?"

The "Yin-Yang Spirit Seed Technique" recompiled by the melting pot, a special version of the position fruit gestation method.

Big profit.

"Unexpected. I have seen many people visit the Immortal, but none like you today." The Emperor recalled it and felt that the previous conversation should be a good thing, "Is the behavior in Yixing Town really ordinary to you?"

Liang Qu thought about it.

"Your Majesty, do you read storybooks?"

"Occasionally, in my leisure time."

"In some storybooks, the righteous path is the righteous path, and the evil path is the evil path. The hero beats the bandit to death. This kind of writing is boring, so it goes to the opposite extreme,

writing that the mainstream righteous path is actually petty and mean, and the ostracized evil path is actually heroic."

The Emperor nodded: "That is indeed the case."

"I think this is a bit arrogant. Without understanding, the one that can unite the most is the righteous path. What can unite the most is naturally what is suitable for everyone to survive. Writing off debts and holding more grain in hand is what is suitable for survival, so it is naturally ordinary.

If it is because I am a role model and have educated them for several years, a group of villagers becomes good people who can resist taking advantage of great benefits,

and if they don't, they get angry. This is also a kind of arrogance, treating people as some simple thing."

"Are you saying the Immortal is arrogant?"

"Cough, naturally not. I just feel that being angry is all about being in a high position, looking down from above; if one could be in the midst of it,

looking out horizontally, there wouldn't be these emotions. Your Majesty, the Immortal actually likes to mingle with people."

"How do you know?"

The Emperor was interested. He suddenly discovered today that Liang Qu could not only dig out some clever things, but his ideas were also quite inspiring.

"Bored people are all like this. Everyone has their own needs, and labor is the first need of humans, but they haven't found the right method, making it seem like the Immortal doesn't want to intervene in mortal affairs."

The Emperor pondered: "What is the right method?"

"I don't know."

"You speak with such certainty, and you don't know?"

"I only know how to talk on paper. In terms of real ability, how can I compare to half of the Cabinet ministers? Naturally, I don't know." Liang Qu liked to tell the truth.

"Haha, what a 'talking on paper,' and you can talk until the Immortal gains something?"

"Luck. The Immortal insisted on asking, and I happened to know those two sentences, just a show of skill."

"Your Majesty, the Moon-Gazing Tower has arrived." The eunuch called from outside.

The Emperor lifted the curtain: "Since you don't know the method, I won't send you upstairs."

"No need to send me, Your Majesty, you should rest! The war at the border has just stopped, how dare I delay state affairs."

Liang Qu jumped off the carriage and watched the team leave.

Storybooks say that immortals like to experience the mortal world, overcome tribulations, and refine their hearts, which sounds very mysterious. To put it bluntly, isn't it just participating in "social practice"? But if they really participate, will there be any changes?

Looking back.

A dense crowd of people was queuing under the Moon-Gazing Tower.

The Moon-Gazing Tower during the day is much livelier than at night, especially in July, as the Bing-Fire Day approaches. It's another battle for the sun-glow and moon-essence cultivation rooms, and they wish they could set up tents at the door.

"Prince of Huai!"

"Prince of Huai!"

"Prince of Huai!"

Most of those coming to grab cultivation rooms are young people. They are full of sincerity and vitality.

Yu Zirui watched without blinking, his eyes burning. He was also a Wolf Smoke martial artist on the Northern Court battlefield. He had earned merit and was assigned a Bing-Fire Day cultivation room. Hearing the arrival of the Prince of Huai, he ran out in a hurry.

The path of cultivation, four passes and seven ways, Galloping Horse, Wolf Smoke, Hunting Tiger, Perfected Form, Heavenly Dragon—too many realms. Starting cultivation at fifteen or sixteen, one must know the world in the academy before that. He had fantasized countless times while the teacher was lecturing that he was achieving the Perfected Form, breaking through to Heavenly Dragon, marrying a beautiful woman, and doing earth-shattering things in the burning eyes of his classmates.

But until he truly cultivated, seeing the natural martial bones, seeing the children of big clans, he knew how agonizing the passage of time was. Being able to become a Wolf Smoke,

maintaining his parents' dignity, not being too embarrassing, and successfully marrying a woman from an ordinary big clan branch, already required the effort and boredom of most of his life.

However, that great fantasy had never disappeared, only in one disappointment after another, he constantly carved the details himself.

And now, this fantasy had been staged.

The Prince of Huai nodded to him, passing through the crowd, like another self brushing past—

"Two thousand five, two thousand, technique two hundred twelve, the remaining ten, ten, year-end—"

"Where did these twenty come from?" Liang Qu called the registrar, checking all his great merits, and was puzzled by one of them.

"Wait a moment." The registrar checked the files, "According to the records, it was applied for by the River Patrol Governor Su Guishan for you. It is the Vajra King's garrison reward. Ten for the first year, five every year after. This year is exactly the third year, so it's twenty."

Liang Qu was stunned, and many distant thoughts rose in his heart.

Three years, not short. A teenager might become a young man, a young man might become a middle-aged man.

He laughed.

"Good, how much in total?"

"You have overdrawn one thousand from your account. Actually—" The registrar moved the abacus, calculating a staggering number, "Three thousand seven hundred and thirty-six great merits."

A page can record at most one hundred great merits. These three thousand seven hundred-plus would need more than thirty pages, a thick stack.

"There's more." Liang Qu took out another booklet.

Pan Tong was done by the "White Ape" and the Prince of Chong together, just giving "Liang Qu" part of the "contact" merit.

"Ten, ten unworldly merits?" The registrar looked at the purple-gold patterns on the booklet that were different from the gold patterns, tongue-tied.

"Exchange them all for Creation Treasure Medicine. Also my three thousand seven hundred great merits, exchange them all. If there is a remainder and it's not enough for Creation Treasure Medicine, exchange it for Longevity Treasure Medicine."

"Ex-exchange them all?" The registrar doubted he had heard correctly.

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

"How long will it take?"

"Such a huge amount is no small matter. Just the scheduling and approval will take at least half a month."

"Hurry up."

"Yes!"

Squandering generously, Liang Qu was not happy at all, but rather felt some heartache.

This time the great merits turned into treasure medicine, but the one accompanying it wasn't him.

Not to mention the distant ones, he earned twenty wisps of long qi by relying on Old Toad, and had to pay half.

One wisp of Xuanhuang qi = Xuanhuang card + ten great merits. The value of the Xuanhuang card cannot be measured and is controlled by the imperial court. Even if the total is thirty great merits, giving half to Old Toad is three hundred in quantity. Among the long qi he obtained, there was much value above Xuanhuang.

Old Toad is not one to suffer a loss.

"Need to arrange a position early."

Let Old Toad completely become his own frog, turn the Dragon Palace treasury into the Frog Palace treasury, and it will feel heartache.

The treasure goes out for a turn and is still in his own home.

Paying off the loan is just around the corner.

Liang Qu didn't take the stairs, stepping on the void, again drawing surprise and admiration.

The demeanor of a Martial Saint!

Liang Qu had already grasped the mystery of stepping on the void. Knocking open the Heavenly Pass, his own "root" exceeded a "corner," touching heaven and earth, just like a nail chiseled into the formless heaven and earth. No matter how big heaven and earth are, wherever he goes, his feet are on "solid ground," and the wind cannot move him. It is definitely not just a matter of being able to fly.

Crossing the central floor, the noise quieted down, reaching the thirtieth floor.

"My beloved consort!"

"Prince of Huai!"

Before Long Long Eying could react, Tan Yifeng and Liao Lanqing stood up first, their eyes full of expectation.

"Ha! You two, don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Liang Qu took out the technique from his bosom, "Take a look at this book."

"Qiankun Spirit Seed Technique?"

"The original technique and the draft we studied for a month were both shown to the Immortal. The Immortal compiled it himself, from a high vantage point. You two, wait for me to cultivate it for a while, then look at the effect!"

Tan Yifeng and Liao Lanqing's eyes were burning.

In the following time, Liang Qu spent his time cultivating the technique in the Moon-Gazing Tower, and then entertained friends and relatives in the capital.

Master Yang Yang Dongxiong booked the Tianbo Tower as usual, Godmother Xu came for another round, the senior brothers gathered for one, then Su Guishan booked one, and Xu Xu Wenzhu also booked one. The lights didn't stop for ten days, the fireworks didn't stop, it was very lively.

Not even the New Year, yet the fireworks were all covered; it was truly a strange sight.

When an ordinary Martial Saint is conferred a Prince, how could there be so many elders to celebrate?

Every day when the people of the capital woke up, what they smelled was not the lotus fragrance in Jishuitan, but the sulfur smell of firecrackers, just like the New Year.

Attending the mid-year auction of Tianbo, climbing high with the sect, boating with Long Eying, seeing enough of the beautiful scenery inside and outside the capital, experiencing the prosperity of the capital, tasting delicacies with his great-uncle, "exchanging pointers" with the Heavenly Feather Guard, and listening to famous silk and bamboo musicians playing in the capital, Liang Qu just felt it was ordinary, like a big dream.

Go wherever he wants.

Enter the theater after the play starts, and it's still the best seat.

Private gardens that don't accept outsiders are still scrambling to send invitations.

How much silver is spent, he doesn't know.

There is always someone scrambling to pay, not even leaving a name.

How many congratulatory letters are received, he doesn't count carefully.

The table is full of vermilion lacquer and gold paper, congratulations from all directions, and the whole country is in admiration.

How much jade liquid is drunk, he doesn't feel intoxicated.

How many pavilions are looked at, he doesn't remember their names.

It's like walking in a pile of brocade, the lights of the whole city are bright for him, and the music of ten thousand families is played for him. Vermilion buildings and painted doors, carved saddles and precious horses, magnificent and strange, impossible to recognize.

The world is watching, everyone is clearing the way. This unique sense of attention, Liang Qu only experienced a tiny bit during the three days of the college entrance examination, as if the whole world was expecting him, and everyone was ready to solve problems for him at any time. But the dream on the afternoon after the college entrance examination will wake up, and this dream will continue forever.

Imperial court officials boarded the ships, rushing to the thirteen scattered fiefs, redefining the legal counties,

mobilization of Creation Treasure Medicine, confirmation of fief scope, technique cultivation.

One thing after another.

Bing-Fire Day rises.

Two suns hang high in the sky.

【Obtained one wisp of red qi. If merged with ten thousand water-marsh essences, a spirit fish can be born, which can sublimate the favor.】

August.

In the empty marsh tripod, another wisp of crimson long qi rises.

September.

Inside the sea of roots, a peach tree is lush and green, with complex roots. Compared to a month ago, it shows vigorous vitality.

"Click."

A branch full of vitality breaks, turns into a point of golden light, and is slowly guided out into a small glazed bottle.

"Try it." Liang Qu opened his eyes.

Tan Yifeng carefully picked up the small glazed bottle, looking at the light spot identical to the spirit seed, feeling a bit infatuated, and sat cross-legged to cultivate.

Half a day passed.

A green sprout grew from Tan Yifeng's qi sea, then turned into a small sapling.

Tan Yifeng widened his eyes.

"Success?" Liang Qu asked.

"Success!" Tan Yifeng was extremely excited.

The "Yin-Yang Spirit Seed Technique" has many benefits, merging into the origin, without any weakness of realm elevation. The only and most troublesome place is undoubtedly that it takes a long time to raise it once, and once used, it must be saved from the beginning. If there is intersection, all previous efforts are wasted, and it must be started from the beginning again.

Now it has become the "Qiankun Spirit Seed Technique." With this sapling, Liang Qu looked at Long Long Eying. Long Long Eying lowered her eyes, her ears turning red.

Liang Qu turned his head and smiled: "It's not a success yet, I have to try it to know. Also, whether Qiankun can be shared."

"That is a long-term skill. Prince of Huai, you should also be taking up your fief, right?"

"Yes, I really feel a bit reluctant. I won't be able to come whenever I want in the future."

Liang Qu stood up, wiped away the clouds and mist, and looked down at the prosperity of the capital.

From June to September, he was lazy. He had stayed in the capital long enough, and the government office wasn't all idlers. The treasure medicine had all been approved. It was time to set off to see the fief.

The first time he left the capital after being conferred a Prince, the Emperor told him not to be fast, only slow, first from north to south, then from east to west, which was also to let the world witness.

It would take at least two months to finish the tour, reaching late autumn and early winter.

The Prince's Mansion in Yixing County also needs to be built, water beasts, dragon people, and dragon sturgeons need to be rewarded, Jianghuai needs to be cleaned up, and many things are waiting behind.

On Jishuitan, the lotus flowers withered. They were just blooming when he arrived, and withered when he left, as if the liveliness had stopped. The Creation Treasure Ship, which was twice as big, looked magnificent.

Tatta Kai pushed the pole and untied the rope.

Splash.

The big sail billowed.

"Wait! Wait!"

A shout came from the bank, and the water beasts all poked their heads out.

Liang Qu boarded the deck, surprised: "Uncle Liu?"

"Thanks to the Prince of Huai for looking up to this old man. Unfortunately, today the Prince of Huai can call, but this old man cannot afford it." Uncle Liu laughed loudly, picked up the rhinoceros-skin box in his hand, opened the lock, and the black wood inside was shiny, which was exactly the Abyss Wood.

"You are—"

"I'm old. The younger generation in the family is incompetent, and there is no one who can carry it. One day when the family declines, the descendants will definitely sell this big thing. Since it has to be sold, why not sell it to you, Prince of Huai? These three months, I have also had my fill of addiction, bragging to all my friends I know. From now on, leave it by your side, leave it for your descendants, or if you want to go hunting one day, take it out."

Liang Qu couldn't speak for a while.

After a long while.

"What is your full name?"

The colleagues around all called him Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu. When they met in the capital last time, Liang Qu also followed Xiang Fangsu and the others in calling him Uncle Liu, so he didn't ask the elder's full name directly.

He really didn't know Uncle Liu's full name.

Uncle Liu was stunned and said: "Liu Tianyi, the Tian of heaven and earth, the Yi of wings."

After hearing it.

Liang Qu rubbed his palm, using his Martial Saint will to prevent it from growing and repairing, blowing away the arm wood chips, and Liu Tianyi's full name was engraved on it.

"This—"

"Uncle Liu, I accept it."