He felt a bit excited, exhilarated, thrilled.
It was not that he did not believe it was real when he got the sword manual from the Censorate archive.
He could tell that this thing was definitely written by an expert. Some phrases could not be written by outsiders. But in his heart he definitely had doubts.
He always felt that it had come too easily.
He always felt how could there be such good fortune.
He always felt how could he pick up a treasure on his first day at the Censorate and his first visit to the archive.
He always felt that something placed for over five hundred years, seen by so many people, could it really be that no one recognised its value. Could it be that he was thinking too beautifully.
Even when he had just crushed the standing pole with a sudden burst, he still suspected whether the standing pole was too rotten.
It was only when he used his normal way of circulating energy to exert force and crushed another one again.
Only after comparing the two and confirming that it was not because the standing pole was rotten did his excitement make his hair stand on end.
He had seen the power of this sword manual.
He had only just started. He had only tried to control his internal energy with the mental method of the Dragon Capturing Hand from the sword manual. The power of his出手 had suddenly increased dramatically.
His cultivation was still his own personal cultivation. It had not increased by half a point. He had only changed the way of exerting force. Yet his upper martial realm cultivation had actually produced the出手 power of the high martial realm. This was simply incredible.
Just this short attempt at cultivation had produced strength that surpassed his cultivation realm. How could he not be exhilarated.
In his mind the evaluation of this sword manual subconsciously gave two words: domineering.
At this point what else could he doubt. Without question this sword manual was the absolute real thing.
If even a fake could produce this kind of power then he would be happy with it too.
He was so happy that he held the sword manual and kissed it hard several times with um ba um ba sounds.
On his first day at the Censorate he had just strolled around and picked up this thing. He was almost driven mad with joy.
It was still the same saying. Similar cultivation methods like this would absolutely not be passed on externally by various sects and schools. This time he had really hit the jackpot and picked it up.
His current emotions could no longer settle down. He had to hold it and indulge enough before he could put it down. He picked it up again and studied it in the study. He matched it with body movements to imitate and research. Later he found the study space too small. Plus the things broken on the ground got in the way. He directly left the study and changed places.
Of course he could not openly cultivate in the outside courtyard. The entire east courtyard only had the main hall with large enough space. So he entered the main hall, closed the door behind him.
If he really wanted to practise, the thirty six styles of Dragon Capturing Hand and Roaming Dragon Art had to be practised together. The main hall space was still not enough. The entire Zhong residence was not a place to practise this kind of thing. He could only practise the intent and not the actual skill.
That meant imitating the mental method to circulate energy. The hand and body movements came slowly. He could not let go and get serious. He figured it out while gesturing.
The long night stretched on. The oil lamp was trimmed bright several times.
When the lamp wick had completely burned out, Yu Qing realised that the window paper was already showing a hazy light. It was dawn. When he came to his senses he could also hear roosters crowing.
He looked at the sword manual in his hand that had once again reached the end. He was slightly stunned. He had only figured out the entire sword manual once and it was already dawn.
He thought silently. It had probably started from the hai hour last night. Unknowingly five hours had passed.
He had to tidy up a bit and go to the Censorate again. There was no more time to let him continue researching. He immediately put away the scroll. He looked east and west not knowing where to put it to feel at ease. He also did not want this thing to leak out easily. Even in the worst case, even if he could not practise it himself, he estimated that taking it out could sell for quite a bit of money.
Later he found a box, put the scroll inside, and together with the box stuffed it into the sand platform where scholars wrote and discussed the dao. He buried it deep under the sand, then smoothed the surface of the sand.
He walked around the sand platform two circles. After confirming that nothing could be seen, he finally stopped with peace of mind.
He turned and saw the sword hanging on the wall. He could not help wanting to try how it felt. So he went to draw the sword into his hand. He used the mental method of Dragon Capturing Hand to circulate energy and grip the sword. An iron thing was an iron thing. Even if he used a bit more force, the sword hilt showed no abnormality at all, let alone bursting open.
But there was clearly another feeling.
The force from gripping the sword was issued like a violent charge. It scattered and diverted, like the roots of a big tree. Every root and tendril penetrated into the sword body. It was unlike before when circulating energy to inject would disperse the power and pour it into the entire sword.
He had not expected that using the mental method of Dragon Capturing Hand to circulate energy and grip the sword would produce this strange phenomenon. After the way of exerting force changed, the internal energy could actually naturally gather into a root and tendril state inside the sword body.
This way of gripping the sword let him clearly feel that the sword was connected to the energy channels of his whole person. It was not that kind of feeling of pouring internal energy into the sword body to forcibly control the entire sword.
He waved the sword in his hand twice. There was nothing abnormal with this empty swing either.
He suddenly waved his hand and threw the sword out. He immediately felt that the energy mechanism inside the sword that had left his hand was still there.
The sword had already been thrown out and separated from the person. Using the mental method of Dragon Capturing Hand to control the sword, he could still feel the connection with the sword. He quickly applied Dragon Capturing Hand to grab from the air. His wrist twisted and pulled back.
The thrown sword buffered at the moment it was about to pierce the wall. It slightly hovered and then shot back in reverse.
Yu Qing turned sideways to avoid the sword edge. He grabbed with one hand in front of him and held the sword horizontally in front of his chest.
The sword grabbed back from the air rested quietly in his hand. But his heart was surging with emotion.
He knew clearly that this was not simple air grasping of objects. He could also do short distance air grasping of objects.
That feeling of energy mechanism pulling actually let him initially taste a bit of the legendary air sword controlling feeling.
He once again marvelled in his heart at how extraordinary the mental method of this sword manual was.
“Young master!”
The servant’s shout came from outside.
Yu Qing immediately collected his thoughts, sheathed the sword, opened the door and went out.
A new day had begun again.
After washing, rinsing, eating and drinking, he naturally had to go to the Censorate to start work, although he was still in the learning period.
He first went back to the study to take the resignation letter he had written last night, stuffed it into his sleeve and left. The study would naturally be tidied by someone.
On the way he met Zhong Su again. The latter seemed to be waiting for him. The two talked briefly before separating. A prepared carriage was already waiting outside the Zhong residence gate to send him.
Like a great lord, the carriage swayed all the way to the Censorate.
As soon as he got off the carriage and showed his face, he met an acquaintance. Lin Chengdao from the archive waved and came over. The two talked and laughed together as they climbed the steps and entered the Censorate gate.
After going their separate ways to their posts, Yu Qing went directly to Pei Qingcheng’s office. The person was not there. He asked others and only then learned that the Censor in Chief did not have a fixed time for coming. He first had to attend court. Only after dealing with the court affairs would he possibly come here with the remaining time.
He was still in the learning period now and had no fixed tasks. So he wandered outside the Censor in Chief’s office waiting.
Later he picked up a broom from some corner and swept the ground there. Because a colleague called him to write something he was unwilling. He would rather do this.
Fortunately the Censor in Chief did not make him wait long.
Wearing a purple robe and arriving with an imposing manner, Pei Qingcheng saw the person sweeping at the door and frowned. “Did someone arrange for you to do this?”
Yu Qing quickly explained, “No, I volunteered.”
Pei Qingcheng seemed not to believe it. He actually swept his cold gaze around the surrounding rooms. But he did not say more. He strode into the room like this.
Yu Qing threw away the broom, took out the small booklet from his sleeve and directly followed inside.
In the inner room he removed his official hat and put it away. Pei Qingcheng sat down behind the desk. Then someone brought freshly brewed tea and a tray of official documents.
Seeing people coming and going for a while, Yu Qing first waited patiently at the side.
Pei Qingcheng, who was both drinking tea and flipping through things, had both hands a bit busy. He also glanced from time to time at Yu Qing standing beside him. He saw the letter he was holding in his hand and did not know what this lad was hesitating about wanting to do.
When everything that should be delivered was placed on the desk, Pei Qingcheng waved to indicate others to withdraw. He finally opened his mouth and asked, “You have something?”
Only then did Yu Qing quickly step forward and present the resignation letter with both hands.
Pei Qingcheng received it, glanced at him twice before opening it to check. It would have been fine if he had not seen clearly what it was. Once he saw clearly he immediately reached out to rub his brow and refresh his eyes, thinking he had misread. After confirming it was indeed a resignation letter he immediately asked, “What does this mean?”
Yu Qing slightly bowed and said, “Resign from office!”
Pei Qingcheng said, “You just passed the exam, just got granted the office, the official robe has not even been worn properly yet and you want to resign. Are you joking?”
Yu Qing said earnestly, “Lord, it is not a joke.”
Pei Qingcheng said, “Reason.”
Yu Qing said, “It is already listed clearly in the resignation letter.”
Pei Qingcheng recalled the scene of him sweeping the ground outside earlier and frowned as he said, “Is someone forcing you?”
Yu Qing shook his head. “No, I just have no interest in officialdom.”
Pei Qingcheng said, “Then why did you go to the trouble of coming to the capital for the imperial exam? Tell me honestly. Is someone forcing you to do something? You can speak freely. In this Jin Kingdom no one can cover the sky with one hand. Not even His Majesty!”
Yu Qing found this person quite long winded. He could only make up another reason and said, “Lord, I really have no interest in officialdom. The reason I went to the trouble to come for the imperial exam was only to prove that I could do it. It was not for coming to be an official.”
Pei Qingcheng raised his brows, swished twice and directly tore the resignation letter and threw it at him. “This resignation letter is not written well. Go back and do whatever you should do.”
“Uh…” Yu Qing was stunned. He tried asking, “The resignation letter is not written well?”
Pei Qingcheng gave a sound of agreement, drank a sip of tea and continued to lower his head to handle his own official business.
Yu Qing could only bend down to pick up the resignation letter torn into two halves on the ground. Feeling puzzled he turned and went out.
After he left, Pei Qingcheng looked somewhat surprised. He found it a bit strange. That fellow clearly had a firm intention to leave. He had not expected him to be so easy to dismiss.
Yu Qing who had left the office pieced together the torn resignation letter and looked at it repeatedly. He was very puzzled. Was the format wrong? It should not be. Yesterday he had looked at several copies. The format was roughly like this.
However he could not be sure in his heart. After experiencing the matter where he had Mr Ming please answer and ended up getting full marks, his confidence in his own reviewing eyesight in this area had already suffered serious lack of confidence.
He held the broken resignation letter and flipped it over and over for a good while. He could not figure out what more tricks this resignation letter could have. In the end he personally tore it into pieces and threw it into the rubbish bin.
He knew that with his own level it was difficult to find the crux of the problem with the resignation letter. So he was too lazy to waste time. He directly went to the archive again and simply went to find someone to help.
After arriving at the archive he saw Yin Jizhen again. Yu Qing only cupped his hands in greeting before directly skipping over him and heading straight for Lin Chengdao.