“Cough, cough! — — — — · Brother Cheng, a fluke, a fluke.”
Chu Zhiyuan used two light coughs to awaken Cheng Tianfeng.
Cheng Tianfeng turned his head to look at him.
He said with emotion, “As a result, Brother Cheng kept hiding his true abilities, and ultimately didn't use this swordsmanship. Alas - , what a pity, a step too late.”
As he said this, he wore an expression of both emotion and regret.
Cheng Tianfeng's face became even more gloomy, and he glared at him coldly.
Why hide his true abilities? It was actually underestimation of the enemy.
He had always looked down on this despicable fellow who pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger!
He came to his senses at this moment and realized.
This bastard Chu Zhiyuan was deliberately disgusting him, deliberately trying to anger him.
What a pity or not, he didn't pity anything!
Thinking of this, his eyes became even colder: “Have you said enough!”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “Brother Cheng, do you want to compete again?”
“Get out!” Cheng Tianfeng snorted coldly.
Chu Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged: “Actually, Brother Cheng still has a great chance of winning, this swordsmanship is astonishingly powerful!”
“Get out — — !” Cheng Tianfeng said in a low voice.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, cupped his fist, and said to Mo Chunyu: “Mr. Mo, then this junior will take his leave first, — — — — — - you won't forget your promise, will you?”
“I won't forget.” Mo Chunyu said indifferently.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled at Cheng Tianfeng again: “Brother Cheng, I once advised you that you should focus on practicing your skills, otherwise it will be difficult to catch up with me.”
Cheng Tianfeng turned around and left.
A layer of membrane grew over the ghastly white bone of his left shoulder, tightly adhering to it, preventing it from seeping blood and water, and no longer being exposed to the air.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at his staggering figure and raised his voice: “Brother Cheng, next time we'll compete again!”
Cheng Tianfeng's figure had already disappeared.
Mo Chunyu stretched out his hand: “Your Highness, please — — !”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “Mr. Mo, what kind of swordsmanship does Brother Cheng use? It's so powerful!”
Mo Chunyu smiled: “Your Highness might as well ask him yourself.”
“Brother Cheng needs women to accompany him every day, is he using women to practice his skills?” Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, “Otherwise, he wouldn't be so lustful, would he?”
“Your Highness, be careful what you say!” Mo Chunyu said solemnly.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: “This junior is really curious, Your Highness is so fond of women, yet you have such cultivation, it's really incredible.”
Mo Chunyu slowly said: “The Great Zhen royal family's physique is like this, regardless of lust or not, and it has nothing to do with practicing skills.”
Chu Zhiyuan nodded: “I see, then Mr. Mo, farewell.”
“Your Highness, please — — !” Mo Chunyu said solemnly.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and walked out, saying as he walked: “If Mr. Mo has time, you might as well come to my royal mansion as a guest, my father is extremely hospitable, especially fond of those who share his passion for painting.”
As he spoke, he had already reached the gate.
Guo Chi and the other four were guarding the door, confronting six white-clad guards.
The six white-clad guards were already covered in sweat.
Guo Chi and the others were dissatisfied with the arrogance of the six, daring to be so presumptuous even though they were in Yujing, so naturally they had to show them some color.
Although they didn't make a move, they secretly activated their Astral Qi.
The suppression of their realm made the six white-clad guards unable to breathe, their faces flushed red, and their sweat mixed together.
Seeing Chu Zhiyuan and Zou Fang come out, Guo Chi and the other four stopped their exercise, took a few steps back to make way, and then protected Chu Zhiyuan in the middle.
Mo Chunyu said: “I have also heard of Prince Qing's painting skills.”
A prince being most skilled in painting, this is perhaps a kind of sorrow and relief, and also open-mindedness.
Ordinary people might fall into self-pity and be unable to extricate themselves, but Chu Minghou was able to concentrate his energy on painting and achieve something.
Daring to intercede for his brothers when others didn't dare to speak, resulting in being sealed in the royal mansion for thirty years, all of this gave Chu Minghou a kind of innocence and childlike heart.
This kind of childlike heart is very attractive to Grandmasters.
Chu Zhiyuan knew this.
Chu Zhiyuan said: “If Mr. Mo also likes painting, you might as well come to the royal mansion to exchange and learn from my father, you might gain something.”
At the stage of Grandmaster, cultivation is no longer about burying oneself in practicing skills, desperately refining Qi, but about refining the heart.
Art is an excellent way to refine the heart.
The heart uses art to gallop through heaven, earth, and time, it is a method of cultivating the mind.
Only by using art can one achieve the leap of imagination. This kind of leap can form a real impact, can touch the heart, and thus absorb nutrients to strengthen the mind, which can be regarded as an excellent way of cultivation.
“. — — — Good.” Mo Chunyu slowly nodded: “If I have time, I will visit.”
“This junior will be waiting to welcome you!”
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and cupped his fist.
After leaving the residence of the Great Zhen envoy, Chu Zhiyuan's expression gradually became solemn.
Even after being subjected to such a storm of blows and devastation from himself, this Cheng Tianfeng had not been completely destroyed.
One had to say that he was formidable.
He slowly entered the main street where the Sifang Hall was located, and facing him was a handsome young man striding forward with great strides, accompanied by a crowd of guards, his bearing magnificent.
Chu Zhiyuan was followed by five Grandmasters, calm and restrained, while this young man was surrounded by two Grandmasters, who were flamboyant and unrestrained, but when they reached Chu Zhiyuan, they suddenly became meek and respectful, cupping their fists and saluting respectfully, with flattering smiles on their faces.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fist, smiled, and nodded, his pace not stopping.
They passed each other, and after walking thirty meters, the handsome young man turned into a house next to him, but his face suddenly sank, revealing a cold smile.
The few guards beside him breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Zhiyuan, who was walking, raised his sword-like eyebrows.
He turned his head to look at Zou Fang: “Who is that?”
Zou Fang said: “Judging from his attire, he should be a prince or son of Great Lie.”
“Inquire about him.” Chu Zhiyuan said.
Gao Jiong was puzzled: “Your Highness, is there anything strange about that person?”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “Let's see who he is first.”
“We'll go inquire.” Gao Jiong said.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
He knew what Gao Jiong and the other two were thinking.
After arriving at the royal mansion, they had not had any opportunity to show their skills. The last time they captured those two young servants, they were later handed over to the Surveillance Department and did not achieve any merit.
Without merit, their position would be unstable.
Because they were Grandmasters, the guards and servants in the mansion were very respectful, but they had not fully accepted them, they were still too polite.
They wanted to become a true part of Qing Royal Mansion, instead of being detached and only being treated with respect.
Chu Zhiyuan then put the young man out of his mind, carried the Flying Dragon Bone, wore the Flying Dragon Pearl, the third layer of the Dragon Transformation Art surging, and continued to think about Cheng Tianfeng's sword just now, a earth-shattering sword.
Half of what he said to Cheng Tianfeng was true.
If he had not absorbed enough Flying Dragon Bone these past few days, increasing his speed and strength again, facing this sword would have indeed been very dangerous.
If he had really given up absorbing the Flying Dragon Bone to avoid making the Jade Tower more solid, he would probably have been defeated by Cheng Tianfeng at this time.
Now it seemed that his intuition was still right, and the choice was not a problem.
He pondered the similarities and differences between this sword and the Questioning Heart Saber Art.
The Questioning Heart Saber Art was a single strike that determined life and death, it was either you die or I die.
Cheng Tianfeng's sword was the same.
But it seemed that the power of Cheng Tianfeng's sword was not as good as the Questioning Heart Saber Art, even far from it.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
A series of vibrations came from Cheng Tianfeng's small courtyard.
Mo Chunyu stood quietly outside the small courtyard, his face solemn.
Cheng Tianfeng had suffered another heavy blow this time, it could be said that his injuries had been compounded.
Could he survive it?
This Chu Zhiyuan, looking peaceful, and his father was always benevolent, but he was ruthless and vicious, so poisonous.
This time, he came to the Sifang Hall, challenging him, saying that he was giving the Prince an opportunity, but in fact, he was further hitting the Prince, adding another layer of injury to the Prince's unhealed wounds.
Whether he could get out of this hurdle would depend on the Prince's own state of mind.
If he could get out of it, then he would become more resilient, and his future cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds, even faster than before.
If he could not get out of it, it would probably slow down, or even become mediocre.
The growth of geniuses is so cruel, they must go through real tests to truly grow strong and become towering trees.
Always being in a warm and comfortable environment indoors will ultimately not lead to becoming a Grandmaster.
“Ah — — ! !”
Acheng Tianfeng roared madly.
He waved his hand, signaling the crowd that had gathered to disperse.
He stood quietly outside the courtyard, not going in.
Chu Zhiyuan slowed down his pace, constantly observing Cheng Tianfeng's situation.
“Ah —
“Pfft!”
Cheng Tianfeng smashed everything in the house to pieces, ignoring the surging blood on his shoulder, ran outside the house and roared to the sky.
Suddenly, he spurted out a stream of blood and fell to the ground limply.
Mo Chunyu flashed to his side, his face changed slightly, and he instantly tapped dozens of fingers on his chest, then turned him over and tapped dozens of fingers again.
Cheng Tianfeng's face was like golden paper, his breath was weak.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly clapped his hands and smiled.
He had gone into Qi Deviation!
“Your Highness?” Guo Chi asked, seeing him suddenly smile.
Chu Zhiyuan laughed: “Go, to Drunken Immortal Tower!”
“Drunken Immortal Tower?”
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: “To celebrate!”
“Yes.” Guo Chi didn't care what he was celebrating, and couldn't help but grin when he heard that they were going to Drunken Immortal Tower.
