Chapter 614

They were not like the characters in the Phantom Tower who could speak. Seeing Pei Ye stood in the shade of a tree three zhang away, not hiding his footsteps, but the three of them had no reaction, still flipping pages and talking to themselves, as if they were in a different world.

Their faces were hidden, and their voices were not very clear, like a silhouette in a dream, or a trace that flashed by in the long years.

Seeing Pei Ye looked silently, but the black cat on his shoulder suddenly said: "Twelve-chapter pattern of the Di bird."

"Hmm?" Seeing Pei Ye turned his head.

"The pattern on that woman's body. The 'Book of Rites' says: 'The Ming Ming Niangniang is like a Di pheasant, keeping rituals and having integrity,'" the black cat said. "Blue is the color of the sky, gold is the virtue of the earth. Look at her upper garment and lower skirt, isn't it just like that?"

"Are you saying... she is the Ming Ming Niangniang?"

"The late Ming Ming Niangniang, Wei Qingju."

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye looked at that figure in a daze. Unfortunately, what the black cat said about the clothing was almost all its details. Not to mention the facial features, even the hairpins and ornaments were not clear.

She rested her chin and tapped the picture book on the table lightly. The faint shadow swayed with the breeze, as if it would melt into the spring scenery at any time.

"... so we are doing the separation of flesh and bone, and then I... then the subordinate and several master craftsmen realized that although the bone is in the deepest layer, the nerves and blood vessels of the human body are the most distant from it..." The man in front of the table had a slender figure. Even though many details were obliterated, his movements still revealed a gentle and upright feeling. At this time, he was leaning forward, his hands couldn't help but reach out to point, and then retracted when he realized it. His movements revealed some cautious excitement.

"So you want to dismantle human bones," the woman said. Her smiling voice was leisurely and gentle.

The man lowered his head, his hand somewhat embarrassed to touch the back of his head.

Seeing Pei Ye noticed his clothing at this time. He was wearing a Jin-Xian cap on his head, and his robe was heavy green, deeper than the spring grass everywhere, like willow leaves in June or July.

"I feel that this stroke is very interesting," the man put down his hand and leaned forward again, saying seriously, "There has long been this kind of medical skill in various medical classics. The 'Body as a Raft' lineage of the Yangyi Tower has always been on this path... but there should have been no one who has done this kind of thing before. Several master craftsmen and I have been deducing day and night for these two months, thinking of presenting a version that is barely passable to the Ming Ming Niangniang as soon as possible. Today, it is finally done."

At this time, the kneeling figure behind him had a small movement, stretching out a finger to poke the man's waist lightly. The man straightened his body and brushed his hand backward.

The figure behind raised his head slightly, his shoulders drooping. This demeanor was definitely different from the man's. He knelt and walked forward two small steps, kowtowed forward, called "Ming Ming Niangniang," and came to the side of the table to pour two cups of freshly boiled tea for the two.

"The Yangyi Tower should be very excited about this concept."

"Master Craftsman Zai said this is the two months he has been most forgetful of food and sleep in ten years!"

Seeing Pei Ye walked to the table at this time to look at the spread-out patterns. In the blur, they were some disassembled strip-like objects. According to the previous conversation, he realized that this was the human arm bone.

"Because before, I had never seen this kind of divine material bestowed by the Ming Ming Niangniang," the man sat upright. "There will always be someone who needs it. If this technique is successful, it will also be sealed as the highest secret of the Yangyi Tower and the Great Ming Palace, and will never be leaked, so as not to be obtained by people with bad intentions."

"..."

"Please Ming Ming Niangniang, punish me! I... the subordinate did indeed delay some things ordered by the Ming Ming Niangniang because of this." The man saw the woman resting her chin and not speaking, and hurriedly bowed respectfully again.

"When did I blame you? You just came to ask for favor," the woman raised her head and glanced at him with a smile. "This idea is very talented. I was thinking, it does have a major use."

"Hmm?" The man raised his head in surprise.

"If it is successful, the first one must be placed in the Great Ming Palace."

The man was stunned, then suddenly realized, and then happy beyond words. He tilted his head to the left, but didn't know what he was thinking.

The woman didn't care much about his reaction, still lowering her head and pointing: "If you want to use the gold of the dragon skin to build the entire skeleton, firstly, it is too heavy, and secondly, there is no meridian tree in the spirit body, so the bone material is naturally lazy to true Qi. Adding the two together, I'm afraid it is a burden."

"But if there is any mixing, it will greatly damage the superiority of the divine material, and this refining will be mediocre, with no need to proceed," talking about the details, the man was quite energetic, and even after more than twenty years, one could still hear his happiness. "Ming Ming Niangniang, we have determined that we must ensure the complete integrity of the skeleton. This is the most necessary prerequisite. As for the obstacles caused by this—including the two points just mentioned by the Ming Ming Niangniang—Master Craftsman Zai and I are seeking a solution!"

"Hmm?" The woman picked up the teacup in front of her and took a light sip. The person serving at the side immediately leaned forward to pour it full again, put down the pot, and crossed his hands respectfully, but his head was tilted slightly, his eyes seemingly staring obliquely at the man who was speaking.

If one could see the facial features clearly, one would think that those eyebrows must be twitching and winking.

"The connection of bones lies in the tendons and the flesh that wraps them. Every time the muscle bundle tightens, the bone joints move, which is to say, it relies on external force," the man stared at the table, his hesitant fingers finally couldn't help but fall on the picture book. "But if we cast it into a skeleton, we don't need to follow this principle!"

"Then, is it from the inside?"

"Correct! From the inside! First of all, those who can receive this refining must be masters of the body. Under the toughness of the spirit body and the addition of true Qi, the daily movements should be able to support it. And once entering combat, when the skeleton needs to exert force, this body is definitely not a burden, but a great help! —Look, on this page... silver light flows into purple gold, what a scene like ascending to immortality! It is precisely 'Gold as bone, mercury as marrow, cinnabar mercury flies, the Heavenly River floats on a raft'!"

The woman smiled and nodded slowly.

"And besides this, this strange body bone is entirely a characteristic that humans can never reach in their lifetime," the man was simply somewhat dancing with joy. "Swords and spears cannot enter, ice and ordinary fire cannot fear, extremely hard and extremely tough. In this framework of Master Craftsman Zai, even if the person equipped with this bone is an ordinary person, they can jump from a twenty-zhang city wall without any injury. The spine will dissolve all impacts!"

Seeing Pei Ye looked silently, and the black cat tilted its head: "In this way, Young Hero Pei didn't lose unjustly. The secret technique personally reviewed by the late Ming Ming Niangniang, the great effort of the Yangyi Tower..."

"Look at his bone frame," Seeing Pei Ye frowned slightly and looked at the man. "The shoulders are flat and narrow, it seems somewhat familiar..."

The black cat didn't answer, and Seeing Pei Ye turned his gaze at the same time, but it was the person serving at the side who poked his head and whispered in the gap: "If the Ming Ming Niangniang wants to leave the palace today, she must wear an extra robe."

"Is that so? I think it's quite warm."

"The east wind is not long, it's hard to avoid being cold suddenly." The low figure smiled somewhat pleasantly. He subconsciously wanted to rub his hands, but still crossed them respectfully.

This person's voice was thinner than the man's just now, but his figure was completely strange. He was half a head shorter than the man, and not very upright. The robe was light gray, the style was very simple and monotonous, and one couldn't tell the grade. There seemed to be a small short blade hanging at his waist.

"But, this is indeed just a preliminary version of Taiyuan," the man in front of the table covered his tea with his sleeve, drank it all at this time, and offered the empty cup to the person serving at the side with both hands, calming his excitement slightly. "Just now it works in theory, but it is still too rough in practice. It is too dangerous, and it cannot be used on the human body yet."

"For example?"

"First of all, since this divine material originates from the bones of the dragon skin, the mutual exclusion of human scales is a major difficulty," the man lowered his eyes to look at the picture book, his tone also becoming much more solemn. "Secondly, the dragon gold is half-active. If it is to be connected to the spirit of the recipient, it must be cast into shape in the human body at once, and cannot be forged before transplantation. Just thinking about this step is extremely difficult, and it must not be easily implemented; thirdly, the refining and deployment of mercury liquid is also the core. Because it cannot be replaced after injection, it still needs multiple iterations..."

"Hmm." The woman nodded and closed the picture book. "Then you and the Yangyi Tower can iterate slowly, there is no need to rush for a moment."

"Yes!" The man looked very happy and laughed twice.

"The spring scenery this year is very good, and the weather is warming up quickly," the woman moved the picture book aside. "The Feather Scale Trial is about to open, does anyone in the palace want to go?"

The man was stunned for a moment, touched his head, and didn't answer for a while.

"If the Ming Ming Niangniang wants to see, the subordinate will go," the low figure serving at the side leaned forward.

"You just forget it. I do have a few people I want to see, especially a swordsman. Unfortunately, he probably won't want to go this year either," the woman smiled faintly. "Always saying things like 'showing one's face, flower-queen actor,' too fond of pretending."

"If I follow behind the Ming Ming Niangniang, whoever pretends in front of the Ming Ming Niangniang will be taught a lesson!" The low figure leaned forward to pour tea, and tilted his head again. "Ming Ming Niangniang, what is that person's realm?"

"Just entered the Mystic Gate."

"What kind of Feather Scale Trial is he playing if he just entered the Mystic Gate..." the low figure muttered. "I have already entered the Mystic Gate."

The woman smiled faintly: "He can beat ten of you with one hand."

She finished speaking casually and shifted her gaze to look at this garden: "The palace has been much brighter in the past two years. When I first entered the palace, it was cold and dark everywhere. In the narrow alley in the south, I even stepped on a human leg bone that didn't know how long it had been there, and thought I had entered some demon cave."

The man in front of the table was silent for a moment: "If the Ming Ming Niangniang hadn't entered the palace, the two of us wouldn't know when we would have turned into residual bones, scattered in the Taiji Palace."

The low figure trembled slightly. Mentioning the past seemed to make his body stiff.

"Now there are so many flowers and trees that it's a bit annoying," the woman smiled. "This small garden is all open in spring. I wanted to come down to enjoy the snow last winter, but there was too much grass and too few trees, and it looked a bit desolate."

"..."

The three chatted and drank the pot of tea. The woman stood up and held the picture book in her hand: "Since there is nothing else, I will return to the palace first. I will read this book slowly when I go back—no need to see me off."

The low figure stopped his steps, and the man also stood up to say goodbye.

"There is only one thing," the woman turned back and explained seriously. "This secret technique can make people reborn, especially invincible within the palace walls. You must not be too careless, and must guard against the eyes and ears of people with bad intentions."

The man laughed: "Who in this Great Ming Palace doesn't know that I am under the Ming Ming Niangniang? Who dares to be presumptuous."

The woman smiled faintly, didn't commit, and turned to leave.

The garden was quiet for a while. The two stood and watched the figure leave for a long time before there was any movement, but the low figure suddenly lifted his hem and kicked the elegant man's calf!

The man jumped twice to avoid it, raised his hand and pointed angrily: "Alas! Within the palace, you want to commit murder!"

"Bah!" The low figure spat on the ground violently. "I'll commit your grandmother! You bastard, we agreed to show my contribution in front of the Ming Ming Niangniang, but you only cared about talking yourself—see if I don't kick you to death!"

The gentle man also lost some demeanor in the face of such an offensive, hiding around the pavilion: "No! What contribution do you have? I dare to say it, but the Ming Ming Niangniang has to believe it!"

"Damn it, isn't this picture book bound page by page by me for you?"

"You bound it—" the man laughed speechlessly. "It's hard to find people with roots in this palace, but there are hands everywhere!"

"Stop your damn nonsense! Always chattering like a pug, you kept talking to the Ming Ming Niangniang, why did you bring me here!" The low man stopped by the pillar, stretching his neck and staring at him.

"Obviously you wanted to follow."

"Said stop your damn nonsense! Come over and let me kick you!"

"... then don't dirty my official uniform," the man walked over reluctantly, lifted his hem, and took a kick from him.

"If you are willing to do it, come over together, I will teach you these slowly," the man lowered his head to brush off the footprints and muttered.

"Who cares about your things, Grandpa has no time," the low figure glanced at the man obliquely and said coldly. "The Ming Ming Niangniang reminded you just now, don't you damn take it seriously."

"Ah?"

"It's not as peaceful as you think in the palace, and the Divine Capital has never been calm," he lowered his head to tidy his boots, as if casually. "If she tells you to tighten up, then tighten up. You still took the opportunity to sell well... The Ming Ming Niangniang will have times of negligence, and I don't know when I will die in my own bed... sometimes it might just be a matter of one night, no one can protect you forever."

"..."

"The Emperor only came to the Moon Palace once this month, do you know? How is it in the palace? Do you know who all these eunuchs listen to? Yours? Or mine? No brains!"

He tore a piece of tender willow and held it in his mouth, his figure leaving in a slouchy way.

"Ziliang," the man suddenly called him.

The low figure stopped his steps.

"You know a lot, I believe you," the man whispered. "I will try to push this technique as fast as possible, it will definitely be completed within three years... by then, I want to use it for you."

"..."

"It seems they didn't make it in time," Seeing Pei Ye stood quietly in the pavilion, looking at the two people who separated outside the pavilion. The little cat on his shoulder said: "Three years, still too long."

"Spring in March, Feather Scale Trial..." Seeing Pei Ye raised his head to look at the blue sky and light clouds. "Locking scales for three years, there is only twelve months left until the Moon Palace Thorn."