Da Yi's Arrows: Sun and Moon

"You inherited the memories of the Taiyi Painting Demon and then recognized these characters?"

"Does he still have some memory left?"

"Are there any profound Daoist techniques?"

"True Person was a great cultivator from a bygone era; his Daoist methods were ancient and strange. Have you obtained any of them?"

Huo Qubing, being so young, naturally couldn't read all the ancient characters.

Not to mention Huo Qubing, even Zhang Xuezhou was no match, and the abilities of Dong Zhongshu, Wen Weng, Li Shaojun, and others were also limited.

If there are any people who excel in the study of ancient characters, the most prominent would be the long-lived great cultivators from various eras in the major Sacred Land. These cultivators are well-versed in many characters from their respective eras. Although they may not have kept up with the changes in later eras, their knowledge of their respective eras is rarely matched by later generations.

Zhang Xuezhou was surprised that Huo Qubing could decipher the inscriptions on the palace.

Zhang Xuezhou was greatly disappointed to learn that Huo Qubing had not imparted a wealth of knowledge to him, but rather that he would only occasionally access the memories of the painting demon to recognize the relevant text when he encountered related content.

Judging from the fact that the Painting Demon is imprisoned in the secret place of the Eastern Heavenly Gate, the Painting Demon has limited contact with the outside world. The fact that it can recognize the ancient characters in this secret place means that Zhenwu Dayi is at least in the era of True Person, or even earlier than the era of True Person.

"I previously thought this secret place was built during the Emperor Qin Dynasty," Zhang Xuezhou sighed. "I never imagined that so much time had passed since its creation!"

"They're all dead. Who built this place? Does it have anything to do with it?" Huo Qubing asked.

"There is a difference between death and death!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, indicating that Huo Qubing's knowledge was limited. He also breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they would not encounter the traps, formations, or terracotta warriors set up during the Emperor Qin Dynasty in the secret place.

If the Shanglin Garden was not created by the Emperor Qin, then the other party might also be unable to enter from the outer perimeter.

The Four Gates Enclosure Formation is a more recent evolution of formations. It is highly likely that the formation masters of the Qin Dynasty sealed off this secret place, or it may be a way to break a formation that counters another formation.

The past is difficult to predict, and the cultivators of the Qin Dynasty did not wait for any changes in this secret place, thus they were unable to enter.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the nearly half-collapsed wooden roof and carefully pushed aside the rotten wood blocking the entrance.

If asked where the core of this secret formation is most likely located, Zhang Xuezhou felt it must be where the owner of the secret place resides.

He was only slightly affected by hallucinations when he entered and was able to move around normally, but this was more due to a deficiency in the secret realm's formation. Perhaps if he had explored for a longer period of time, the effects would have become unbearable for him.

Only by mastering the formation of this secret place could Zhang Xuezhou move freely.

"In the past, most palaces had a Japanese-shaped structure, with only two places to go, the front gate palace and the back gate palace." Huo Qubing said, "Here at the entrance is the archway and the guard area to greet enemies. After entering, there is a place to greet guests, and at the end is the master's room!"

"If you know a lot, then tell me more!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded and then looked at the collapsed areas on the left and right.

After rummaging through and picking up several beams and planks, Zhang Xuezhou finally agreed with what Huo Qubing had said.

The entrance to this palace appears to be built like a house, but in reality, it is like a city wall, designed to defend against external invasions.

This also resulted in the outer wall at the entrance being extremely high, while the inner walls in the middle and other areas were low.

The Acupoint-Fixing Technique in his hand emitted a soft purple light, but it didn't cause a ripple, which made Zhang Xuezhou more cautious during his investigation.

"Zhenwu is the name of a former sect. This sect emphasizes extremely powerful martial arts, representing the pinnacle of martial arts development. Da Yi... Da Yi has a very famous wife!"

Huo Qubing thought for a long time, but found that he had nothing else to say.

For Hua Yao and True Person Zhenren, the Great Yi was like Zhang Xuezhou and others observing a great cultivator from a previous dynasty. The not-so-distant era had buried many secrets, resulting in extremely limited knowledge of what they knew.

What's the name of his very famous wife?

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a moment, then decided to ask anyway.

"What's her name, E? She's a very beautiful woman," Huo Qubing said.

"Most of the wives of high-ranking monks are very beautiful, which is quite normal," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Why isn't the wife you chose beautiful?" Huo Qubing asked suspiciously.

"How can she not be pretty? Whose wife isn't pretty?" Zhang Xuezhou retorted.

"But I just don't look pretty. The women in the palace are much prettier!"

"Then I'm not a great cultivator!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a reluctant reply.

A Qiao was already quite beautiful; with just a touch of makeup, she could easily outshine 80% of the women in the world. But the imperial palace was the domain of the remaining 20% of women.

Not to mention A-Qiao, even the most beautiful courtesan in the brothel wouldn't have much of an advantage in the palace.

Although women's appearances vary, the temperament of women in the palace is not something that ordinary people can possess. Moreover, A Qiao had been a head maid in the King of Huainan's Household for many years, and her temperament could only be described as that of a girl from a modest family. She could not compare with the ladies of noble families, let alone women who knew the etiquette of the palace.

It's like comparing A-Qiao and Ren Anran; they're like people on completely different levels, with no basis for comparison.

If Huo Qubing were to be compared in this respect, Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was indeed no comparison.

He readily admitted defeat and urged Huo Qubing to go ahead and scout the way.

"There's a reason you can't find a beautiful wife. If a beautiful woman were to accompany you into the secret realm, you would definitely send her ahead to scout the way..."

Compared to Huo Qubing himself, Zhang Xuezhou's familiarity with this place was truly limited.

Huo Qubing muttered to himself, his eyes scanning his surroundings carefully, trying to ensure his safety as much as possible.

He had some health problems, but in this place full of Spiritual Qi, every breath felt like a cleansing of his body. Being driven by Zhang Xuezhou to explore the way did not make his health worse; on the contrary, it made Huo Qubing feel stronger. He even felt as if a flame was burning inside his body, which caused his whole body to turn red, and the redness has not subsided to this day.

Huo Qubing crouched low and entered the palace ruins. As he pushed aside a log blocking his way, he could clearly feel a surge of strength in his body.

At five years old, he was strong enough to weigh a hundred pounds, enough to beat up a boy aged eight to ten. Now, his strength seems to have doubled, and is even increasing.

As he approached the core area of the palace, he felt his strength increasing even faster.

It was as if there was something ahead that could increase his strength; even the slightest scent of it was beneficial.

Through the starlight scattering from the gap in the collapsed area, Huo Qubing looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who was following closely behind.

Compared to his keen senses, Zhang Xuezhou didn't seem to notice anything unusual at the moment, and his body wasn't gaining strength like Zhang Xuezhou's.

In Huo Qubing's eyes, Zhang Xuezhou's body was flat and he moved in a twisted manner like a ghost, seemingly avoiding the benefits he was supposed to receive.

As Huo Qubing continued forward, a sudden light appeared before his eyes.

The world was still the same picturesque world, but in his eyes there was now a person drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

"Sun-Piercing Arrow?"

"Moonfall Arrow?"

Influenced by the new emperor and Wei Qing, Huo Qubing preferred swordsmanship to archery, which involved stealthily shooting.

But Huo Qubing found that his views seemed to be changing.

His eyes widened as he watched the archer in his own painted world effortlessly draw his bow, his body nimble and agile, shooting from afar or killing at close range, his arrows flying without a single flaw.

The string on the longbow is like the puppet strings of the legendary Yin-Yang School; a gentle tug can kill an opponent.

When a longbow is drawn and an arrow is shot, the arrow flashes like a ray of light, comparable to the brilliance of the sun and moon.