Huangxiu

Chapter 28 Strange Paintings
As time passed, the number of believers outside did not decrease. Instead, as the matter spread, more believers poured in.

When these believers bowed to worship the Earth Lord, they also paid their respects to Feng Zhihao.

Chu Zhiyuan stared at Feng Zhihao while recalling Feng Zhihao's previous actions, his spells, and his hand seals.

At the same time, he was looking at the statue of the earth god and a quiet room behind Houtu Hall.

The quiet room was simply decorated with only a couch and a desk.

There is a landscape painting hanging on the north wall.

With super sense, it is clearly visible that there is another painting underneath this landscape painting.

The figure in the painting is a Dizun, and his image is exactly the same as the Dizun in the main hall.

The Earth Zun in the painting stands on the top of a steep mountain, with his feet on a huge rock, and golden light shining all around him.

The golden light formed a round mirror behind him, in which there were continuous mountains and rivers, vast land, strange patterns, and strange words.

There are a total of nine characters embedded in the edge of the golden light.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember this picture.

It has similar characteristics to the phoenix pattern, which can be seen clearly but cannot be remembered.

Looking at this painting again, at first glance it appears to be newly painted, but if you look closely at its material, you can vaguely feel the vicissitudes of life. This is an ancient painting.

Super sense suddenly focused on this painting.

Suddenly, I felt a strange force blocking my detection.

Unable to detect the material of this painting.

Time continued to pass, and people came and went in Houtu Hall. Some people noticed him, but they came and went in a hurry and didn't pay much attention to him.

Chu Zhiyuan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the withered flowerbed, his expression calm.

Zou Fang stood beside him, still silent.

However, Guo Chi glared at the main hall from time to time, wishing he could go in and grab Feng Zhihao, give him a few slaps in the face, and let him know what respect is.

Chu Zhiyuan had been looking at the strange picture, carefully looking for more details, and then tried to copy it.

Unfortunately it still didn't work.

This painting cannot be copied. As soon as my hand moves and the thought of painting it comes into my mind, my mind goes blank and I am at a loss.

He found it more and more strange, so he looked at the nine strange characters.

Comparing with the ancient texts and alternative texts I had read in Tongtian Tower, I quickly found these nine characters in my memory: zhen, zhu, jue, shan, chuan, he, jiang, wu, and liang.

These nine words can be written.

An hour later, Feng Zhihao walked out of the main hall, glanced at Chu Zhiyuan and the other two, then turned and walked towards the backyard, with no intention of meeting them.

"You..." Seeing him like this, Guo Chi flew into a rage and could no longer hold back, ready to curse, but was interrupted by Chu Zhiyuan who raised his hand.

Guo Chi held his breath and glared at Feng Zhihao fiercely, watching him leave leisurely and disappear through the moon gate on the east side.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Wait a minute."

"Prince, he...he..." Guo Chi felt that it couldn't be more outrageous.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "We've already waited, let's wait till the end."

Guo Chi said angrily: "My Lord..."

Good people are often bullied. Good horses are often ridden. The prince is just too easy to talk to.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "There's no need to do that. It's me who wants to see him, not him who wants to see me."

"There will be a time when he wants to see the prince!" Guo Chi sneered.

He glanced at Zou Fang.

There was no expression on Zou Fang's dimly lit face.

Obviously this is also anger.

Everyone felt that no matter how arrogant Feng Zhihao was, there was a limit. It was too much for him to treat a prince like that.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

As a martial artist, it's normal to have a bit of temper. He's not scolding you, he's just putting on airs. There's no need to get angry.

Although he was angry, he still looked calm and composed.

His spirit is still in that painting.

When Feng Zhihao came out again, he went straight to Chu Zhiyuan, clasped his fists and said calmly: "Thank you for waiting for me, Your Highness. I am sorry."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Young Master Feng, I have long heard of your great name. I just witnessed you saving people in distress, so I wanted to ask you a question in person."

"I don't deserve your advice, I only have a humble skill," Feng Zhihao said indifferently, "You are a noble and beautiful woman, you shouldn't come here."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Why can't we come here?"

"This crude place really defiles the noble status of the prince."

“No matter how noble you are, you can’t be so delicate.” Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: “If I hadn’t come here, how could I have seen the young master’s heroic figure saving people from danger.”

Feng Zhihao's mouth twitched. He felt that Chu Zhiyuan's words were full of sarcasm, which made him uncomfortable.

Saving lives is certainly a beautiful thing, but it is really uncomfortable to hear it mentioned over and over again and in such an exaggerated way.

Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Can I ask what method did the young leader use to cure the old man's heart disease?"

The old man had a typical heart disease, myocardial infarction, but he recovered quickly under that strange power, and the effect was miraculous.

This extremely rapid effect on the body, even better than a panacea, made him very curious.

If you have this kind of power, it is equivalent to having a life-saving elixir that can recover from injuries at any time. No matter if you are injured in a fight with others or suffer backlash while practicing martial arts, you can get timely treatment.

This is equivalent to a few more lives.

For this, it doesn't matter if I'm a little neglected.

Feng Zhihao's eyes suddenly became alert and he frowned as he looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Young Master, there is no need to force it. Every sect in the world has its own secret teachings. I won't commit such a taboo."

Feng Zhihao said calmly, "There is nothing that cannot be said. My Houtu Sect acts uprightly and honestly, and there is nothing that cannot be said. This is the Huangtian Houtu Sutra that every member of my sect can practice."

"The Imperial Heaven and Earth Sutra... is indeed wonderful." Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "I see that the young master is chanting incantations and holding seals, not practicing martial arts, right?"

"The practice of our sect is different from that of ordinary martial arts sects," Feng Zhihao said calmly, "and it is not based on fighting for supremacy and killing."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "The Houtu Sect emphasizes the importance of being virtuous and bearing the world, and nurturing virtue and the mind. The court also strongly agrees with this."

Feng Zhihao smiled faintly: "We are already grateful that the court does not suppress us, and we dare not ask for approval."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The imperial court is still very good to Houtu Sect."

"..." Feng Zhihao did not comment, but just had a sneer on his face.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head secretly.

Feng Zhihao is conceited and proud, and doesn't take himself seriously. Is it because of the decline of Prince Qing's Mansion, or because he has the support of the Thirteenth Prince Huai's Mansion?
He clasped his fists and said, "Young Master, how about we exchange a few moves?"

Feng Zhihao was stunned.

He originally thought that Chu Zhiyuan was too proud of his status to personally take action, as it would be too embarrassing to be defeated.

Especially since the Prince Qing's Palace had been sealed for thirty years, as the eldest son of the Prince Qing's Palace, he had to keep a low profile and be honest, and he must not be high-profile or ostentatious, so he became an official of the Ministry of Rites instead of joining the army to gain military merits.

I didn't expect that he would have the guts to do something to me.

I am a martial arts genius who can stand on equal footing with the true disciples of the four major sects. How dare you fight me?

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I have heard of the young master's talent for a long time. This is a rare opportunity, so I will ask him for advice in person. This is also an opportunity for the young master."

"what chance?"

"A chance to vent some anger."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

Of course he could see that Feng Zhihao was not only cold towards him, but also resentful towards him.

As for where the resentment comes from?

There was no other intersection between them, and no personal grudges. It was very likely that he was being taken out on because of his identity.

"...Does the prince really dare to fight me?"

Feng Zhihao suppressed his surging emotions and asked slowly.

"Young Master is scared?"

Chu Zhiyuan was still smiling, which made Feng Zhihao even angrier.

The believers coming and going around also heard them talking and looked over.

Feng Zhihao narrowed his eyes and stared at Chu Zhiyuan coldly, examining Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

"...Follow me!" Feng Zhihao turned and left.

Chu Zhiyuan followed, and Zou Fang and Guo Chi also followed.

Passing through the moon gate on the east side, we arrived at a courtyard at the back.

The yard was empty with no one in it. In the middle was a small martial arts training ground with a dilapidated flower bed on one side and a weapon rack on the other. It was obviously used for his usual martial arts training.

Feng Zhihao stood in the middle of the courtyard and said calmly, "There are too many people here, and it would be embarrassing for the prince if he loses. This place is perfect."

There is always a chance of something happening. What if this prince is better at martial arts than me?

It wouldn't matter if I won, but if I lost, it would damage my reputation as the young leader.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "As the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded. The young master has good intentions, so he can save himself from embarrassment."

"Let me tell you in advance that I won't go easy on you just because you're the prince!"

"Then let's see what's really going on!"

Chu Zhiyuan turned around and walked to the weapons rack, pulling out an iron and wooden sword.

Feng Zhihao did not take up any weapon, but raised his palms to his chest.

Seeing him like this, Chu Zhiyuan threw the iron wood sword back to the weapon rack and stretched out his hands: "Please——!"

(End of this chapter)