Huangxiu

Chapter 29 Lessons
Seeing him being so arrogant, Feng Zhihao's face darkened and he said coldly: "If the prince is good at using a sword, you might as well use a sword."

“No need.” Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: “Young Master, be careful. My moves rely on speed to win.”

Feng Zhihao said calmly: "What a coincidence, me too, please make a move, Prince!"

There was a slight flash of yellow on his face.

Chu Zhiyuan saw through his supersensory perception that the yellow light on Feng Zhihao's body suddenly became brighter, and his true energy began to condense in his feet.

"Young Master, please go first." Chu Zhiyuan said, "If I make a move, Young Master will never have a chance to make another move."

"Hey!" Feng Zhihao sneered: "Look!"

His palms turned yellow as if covered with a layer of yellow mud, and his body turned into a yellow shadow and rushed forward in an instant.

Chu Zhiyuan deduced that he also had the same extraordinary skill of "A World Away from Home".

The Houtu Sect is good at borrowing the power of the earth. Their Qinggong uses the power of the earth, so it is not surprising that they have such extraordinary skills as the Near and Far Steps.

Under the super sense, Feng Zhihao's movements were like slow motion, every movement was clear, and you could even see his hair fluttering and the fine layer of hair on his face fluttering.

Based on his judgment, he took a sideways step forward, and Feng Zhihao just rushed to his original position, so he just happened to be behind Feng Zhihao.

A light slap on his back.

"Boom!"

Feng Zhihao stopped and stood like a stake.

"Puff!" The paused body trembled violently, and a stream of blood spurted out suddenly. The blood mist in the sky bloomed with bright luster under the sunlight.

Chu Zhiyuan folded his hands and stood up.

Feng Zhihao slowly turned around and looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head in disappointment.

As soon as he touched Feng Zhihao's back, his super sense penetrated the flow of vital energy in his internal organs and meridians.

There are two balls of true energy in the Yongquan points on Feng Zhihao's feet, as if he is stepping on a wind-fire wheel. No wonder his movements are so fast.

The Laogong points in the palms of his palms also contained two balls of true energy, which made his palms move incredibly fast.

Feng Zhihao gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Come again!"

"Please!" Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

A yellow light flashed across Feng Zhihao's face, and his figure also flashed and disappeared, and the next moment he was behind Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan disappeared in a flash and appeared behind him at the same time.

Feng Zhihao was prepared this time. He twisted his waist and turned around to meet the attack with both palms.

But Chu Zhiyuan leaned forward, and his right palm lightly passed between his two palms and hit him in the heart.

"boom!"

Feng Zhihao shot straight out and after hitting the wall, he was like a painting hanging on the wall, motionless.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and picked up a mud ball with his toes.

The Niwan shot into Feng Zhihao's dantian.

"Uh... cough cough cough..."

Feng Zhihao took an exaggerated breath, his chest swelled up exaggeratedly, and then he coughed violently and slid down the wall to the base of the wall, coughing non-stop.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Guo Chi was so excited that he wanted to applaud and cheer.

Zou Fang looked at Feng Zhihao with a smile and shook her head.

After coughing dozens of times, Feng Zhihao slowly stood up with the help of the wall, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said coldly: "I was wrong, the prince is really good at martial arts!"

What if? It really happened.

The prince of the soon-to-be-abandoned Prince Qing's Mansion is so powerful!

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled: "The young master's cultivation is not bad, but his martial arts skills are not good, and his temper is not enough."

Feng Zhihao was speechless.

I could feel that his true energy was about the same as mine, but he was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back.

He hated this feeling of frustration.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Just practicing inner strength is like this, you still have to practice martial arts well, otherwise you will lose face for Houtu Sect."

Feng Zhihao's face turned pale and he said nothing.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It's a pity that we didn't gain much today. The Young Master's martial arts don't match his temper. It doesn't matter if we martial artists have a bad temper, but our martial arts must match our temper, right?... Let's spar with the Young Master another day."

Feng Zhihao felt more and more suffocated, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Let's compete again in a month!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "See you in a month, bye."

He clasped his fists and turned to leave.

Guo Chi and Zou Fang didn't even look at Feng Zhihao and followed Chu Zhiyuan away.

Feng Zhihao stared at Chu Zhiyuan's back, his eyes flashing coldly and his heart surging.

Chu Zhiyuan’s super sense could see it clearly.

It seems that this young leader is narrow-minded and holds grudges. He needs to be taught a lesson several times.

After leaving Houtu Hall for a long distance, Chu Zhiyuan said, "Zou Fang, find a house within a hundred meters of Houtu Hall."

"Yes." Zou Fang agreed softly.

Guo Chi, who was standing on the other side of Chu Zhiyuan, sneered, "You bastard, the prince taught you a lesson!"

——In the evening of the next day, Chu Zhiyuan entered a house about fifty meters away from Houtu Hall. He looked at the three-story courtyard and was quite satisfied.

The previous owner of this house was obviously a wealthy man, and the house is elegant yet luxurious.

What he was most satisfied with was that the distance between this house and Houtu Hall was fifty meters.

You can see everything in Houtu Hall clearly, especially the quiet room at the back, where you can clearly see the strange painting.

After taking a look around, he left the house and returned to Prince Qing's Mansion.

-

A bright moon hangs high.

Mingyue Restaurant is like a palace in heaven.

Chu Zhiyuan sat in a private room on the third floor, admiring the bright moon in the night sky through the open window while drinking wine and eating delicious food.

At the table were Gao Lingfeng and several officials from the Ministry of Rites, one of whom was Zhou Xudong, a deputy minister at the same level as Chu Zhiyuan, and several other officials.

Several people were chatting and drinking.

Such banquets were obviously commonplace for them. After a few drinks, they let go of their reserve and spoke freely.

The Ministry of Rites was a low-income government office with little lucrative income, so there were few conflicts of interest among officials and the relationship was quite harmonious.

Another official, Zhou Xudong, came from a poor family. He was also a scholar, and his talent was not inferior to Gao Lingfeng, but his luck was a little worse, so he only got the third place in the imperial examination.

Given his background, he should have gone out of the Ministry of Rites to show his talents long ago. He shouldn't still be trapped in the Ministry of Rites as a frustrated man at the age of forty.

Chu Zhiyuan was very curious but didn't ask too much, just observed.

Zhou Xudong was tall and straight, with a plain face and dark skin. He looked more like a farmer than an official. After drinking a few cups, he made a shocking statement: "These martial arts sects are all the source of trouble. Ordinary people have suffered from them for a long time. In my opinion, they should all be wiped out!"

Chu Zhiyuan was stunned.

"Yes, they should all be leveled!"

“They are all evil!”

……

The leaders slammed the table and echoed.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at their eyes shining and their emotions were so intense that they looked like they were about to start a fight. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

This is obviously too much repression.

The officials of the Zongwu Division that he came into contact with had no good feelings towards the various sects in the martial arts world.

I originally thought that Gao Lingfeng was already radical, but now it seems that Gao Lingfeng's idea of ​​weakening and suppressing is not radical at all. This group of people is even more radical.

Zhou Xudong stared at Chu Zhiyuan: "Master Chu, do you think that the Zhenwu Division is enough to deter the people in the martial arts world from committing crimes?"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him, knowing that he didn't need his answer.

Zhou Xudong sneered, "How many innocent people have been killed in those remote areas without being discovered? No matter how powerful the Zhenwu Division is, the number of people is limited, and the scope of deterrence is limited. There are too many murderers at large!"

Everyone agreed.

It is extremely difficult to investigate crimes committed by martial arts masters. If someone kills someone with a sword, it is possible to determine the type of martial arts used by the person through the wounds, thus narrowing down the scope of the murderer. But what if no sword is used?

Throwing a small stone can take someone's life. How can we find the murderer?
"They have the killing intent in their hearts. Once these martial arts masters are angered, they will kill those with low martial arts skills or those who do not know martial arts."

"Alas... it's like a wolf meets a sheep, it kills it immediately!"

"He looks good-tempered, but he could kill someone once he drinks!"

"These martial arts sects are wild and unruly. They rarely serve the imperial court and fight the enemy. Instead, they hide among the people all day long and cause trouble to the world!"

"It's time to wipe them out!"

"Master Chu, am I wrong?" Zhou Xudong said with a smile, "Do you think these martial arts masters should not be suppressed?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled, "Master Zhou, I'm new here, I've seen little and experienced little, so I dare not speak rashly."

Zhou Xudong sighed: "Lord Chu shouldn't have come to the Zongwu Division. Even if he entered the Ministry of Rites, he shouldn't have entered the Zongwu Division. The other four divisions are truly comfortable."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I also practice martial arts."

Zhou Xudong shook his head and sighed repeatedly, feeling sorry for his choice. As a prince, he could be truly free and easy if he took a sinecure in one of the other departments.

Joining the Zongwu Division is asking for trouble. In the final analysis, the Zongwu Division is a good-cop role that coaxes people instead of punishing them.

Sometimes, I really want to wipe out these sects, but I have to control my temper and persuade them, and even put up with their temper.

These sects are becoming more and more irritable, and are increasingly looking down upon the Zongwu Division!

This made them extremely resentful, but since it was their job, they had no place to vent their anger.

This caused them to be dissatisfied with the martial arts sects and masters, and they wished to wipe them out completely so that there would be no more trouble.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned secretly when he heard this.

It was originally thought that the imperial court was powerful, and the Zongwu Division represented the imperial court, so it could use the power of the imperial court to be in a strong position when dealing with the martial arts sects.

Now listening to them, it's the exact opposite.

If this is the case, then it shouldn't be done.

No matter what, the Zongwu Division represents the imperial court. How can it allow the martial arts sects to act so presumptuously?
He pondered over the key points carefully.

Did the imperial court do this intentionally to make the Zongwu Division an outlet for venting pressure?

He shook his head secretly.

Everyone drank for half the night, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, and everyone was satisfied when the party ended.

Chu Zhiyuan did not return to Prince Qing's Mansion, but went straight back to the newly bought house.

(End of this chapter)