Huangxiu

Chapter 97 Firebreak
"Ahem! ...Brother Cheng, it was just luck."

Chu Zhiyuan woke Cheng Tianfeng up with two light coughs.

Cheng Tianfeng turned his head and looked at him.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he was looking at him, but also as if he was looking at the void behind him, dull and creepy.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I was lucky enough to win again this time. After returning that night, I carefully reflected on the experience of sparring with Brother Cheng. I gained a lot and made such progress."

Cheng Tianfeng's eyes regained clarity, his handsome face darkened, and he said slowly: "There are three people I admire in my life, and now the number will increase to four!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "It's an honor. If Brother Cheng had used this sword technique that night, I would have been the one who lost!"

He sighed, "In the end, Brother Cheng kept hiding his incompetence and never used this sword technique. Sigh... What a pity, what a pity, it's too late."

When he said this, his expression was full of emotion and regret.

Cheng Tianfeng's face became increasingly gloomy and he stared at him coldly.

Why hide your weaknesses? Actually, it is because you underestimate your enemy.

I have always underestimated this despicable guy who is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!
He finally came to his senses and reacted.

This bastard Chu Zhiyuan is deliberately disgusting me and making me angry.

What's the pity? It's a pity for him at all!
Thinking of this, his eyes became colder: "Has that enough?"

Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Brother Cheng, do you want to compete again?"

"Get out!" Cheng Tianfeng snorted coldly.

Chu Zhiyuan remained calm: "In fact, Brother Cheng still has a good chance of winning. The power of this sword technique is amazing!"

"Get out!" Cheng Tianfeng shouted.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his fists towards Mo Chunyu and said, "Mr. Mo, I will take my leave first. ... You won't forget your promise, right?"

"I can't forget it." Mo Chunyu said indifferently.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled at Cheng Tianfeng again: "Brother Cheng, I once advised you to focus on your training, otherwise it will be difficult to catch up with me."

Cheng Tianfeng turned and left.

A thin membrane grew on the white bones of his left shoulder, sticking tightly to it, preventing it from seeping blood or water and preventing it from being exposed to the air.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at his staggering back and said loudly: "Brother Cheng, let's spar again next time!"

Cheng Tianfeng's figure has disappeared.

Mo Chunyu stretched out his hand: "Prince, please——!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Mr. Mo, what kind of swordsmanship did Brother Cheng use that is so powerful!"

Mo Chunyu smiled: "Your Highness, why not ask him in person."

"Brother Cheng wants a woman to accompany him every day. Is he using women to practice martial arts?" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Otherwise he wouldn't be so eager, right?"

"Prince, please be careful with your words!" Mo Chunyu said solemnly.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I am really curious. It is incredible that the prince is so lustful, but has such a high level of cultivation."

Mo Chunyu said slowly: "The physical constitution of the Dazhen royal family is like this. It has nothing to do with lust or not, and it has nothing to do with practicing martial arts."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "I see, then Mr. Mo, goodbye."

"Please come in, Prince!" Mo Chunyu said solemnly.

Chu Zhiyuan walked out with a smile, saying as he walked: "If Mr. Mo has time, you may as well come to my palace as a guest. My father is very hospitable and especially likes those who are interested in the art of painting."

As they were talking, they had already arrived outside the gate.

Guo Chi and the other three were guarding the door, confronting the six guards in white.

The six guards in white were already sweating profusely.

Guo Chi and his men were dissatisfied with the arrogance of the six men. Six innate masters actually dared to be so presumptuous, and even on Yujing's territory. Naturally, they had to teach them a lesson.

Although he didn't take any action, he secretly activated his internal energy.

The suppression of the realm made the six white-clothed guards breathless, their faces flushed and sweat dripped down.

Seeing Chu Zhiyuan and Zou Fang coming out, Guo Chi and the other three stopped practicing, stepped back a few steps to make room, and then protected Chu Zhiyuan in the middle.

Mo Chunyu said: "I have also heard about Prince Qing's painting skills."

A prince’s best skill is painting, which can be considered a kind of sadness, relief, and open-mindedness.

Ordinary people may fall into self-pity and be unable to extricate themselves, but Chu Minghou was able to focus his energy on painting and achieved great success in his studies.

When others dared not speak, he pleaded for his brother, which resulted in him being sealed up in the royal palace for thirty years. This made Chu Minghou exude a kind of innocence and pure heart.

This kind of innocent heart is very attractive to the Grand Master.

Chu Zhiyuan knew this.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If Mr. Mo also likes painting, why not come to the palace to exchange ideas with father, maybe you can gain something."

When one reaches the stage of Grand Master, practice is no longer about burying one's head in practicing martial arts or cultivating qi, but about cultivating the mind.

Art is an excellent way to train the mind.

Letting the mind roam freely in the universe, time and space with the help of art is a way to cultivate the mind.

Only with the help of art can we achieve the leap of imagination.

This kind of leap can have a real impact, touch the heart, and thus absorb nutrients to strengthen the mind. It is an excellent way of practice.

"...Okay." Mo Chunyu nodded slowly: "If I have time, I will visit."

"The junior has prepared the bed for you!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his fists.

After leaving the residence of the Dazhen envoys, Chu Zhiyuan's expression gradually became solemn.

Despite such a violent blow and destruction from himself, Cheng Tianfeng had not yet been completely destroyed.

I have to say it’s amazing.

He walked slowly into the street where Sifang Pavilion was located, and was greeted by a handsome young man who was walking with big strides and a dignified demeanor, surrounded by guards.

Chu Zhiyuan was accompanied by five grandmasters, who were calm and reserved.

The young man was flamboyant and unbridled, but when he came to Chu Zhiyuan, he suddenly lowered his head and bowed respectfully, with a flattering smile on his face. Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded with a fist, but he did not stop.

They passed each other and walked about thirty meters. The handsome young man turned into a house next door, but his face suddenly darkened and he sneered.

The guards around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Zhiyuan, who was walking, raised his eyebrows.

He turned to look at Zou Fang: "Who is that?"

Zou Fang said: "Judging from his attire, he should be the prince or heir of Dalie."

"Ask around." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Gao Jiong was puzzled: "Sir, is there anything strange about that person?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Let's see who it is first."

"Let's go and ask." Gao Jiong said.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

He knew what Gao Jiong and the other two were thinking.

After arriving at the palace, he has not had any chance to show his abilities. The last time he caught those two servants, they were later handed over to the Supervisory Office, so he didn't accomplish anything.

Without success, your foothold will be unstable.

Because they were grandmasters, the guards and attendants in the palace were very respectful, but they did not fully accept them, as they were still too polite.

They wanted to be a real part of the Prince Qing's Mansion, rather than being on the outside and just being respected.

Chu Zhiyuan then put the young man behind his mind, holding the flying dragon bone, wearing the flying dragon bead, and practicing the third level of the Dragon Transformation Technique, and continued to think about Cheng Tianfeng's sword just now, a sword that shattered the world.

Half of what he said to Cheng Tianfeng was true.

If he hadn't absorbed enough flying dragon bones in the past few days to increase his speed and strength, it would have been very dangerous for him to face this sword.

If he really gave up absorbing the flying dragon bone in order to make the jade tower stronger, he would probably have been defeated by Cheng Tianfeng by now.

Looking back now, my intuition was right and the choice was correct.

He pondered the similarities and differences between this sword and the Heart-Searching Sword Technique.

The Heart-Searching Sword Technique determines life and death with one strike. Either you die or I die.

The same goes for Cheng Tianfeng's sword.

But it seems that the power of Cheng Tianfeng's sword is not as powerful as the Heart-Searching Sword Technique, and it is even far behind.

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"Bang bang bang bang!"

"boom--!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang-bang-!"

Waves of vibrations came from Cheng Tianfeng's courtyard.

Mo Chunyu stood quietly outside the courtyard with a serious expression.

Cheng Tianfeng suffered another serious blow this time, which was like adding insult to injury.

Can you make it through?

This Chu Zhiyuan looks peaceful, and his father has always been kind, but he is actually ruthless and vicious.

This time he came to Sifang Pavilion and challenged the Crown Prince, saying that it was giving him a chance, but in fact it was a further blow to him, adding another layer of wound to his wounds.

Whether he can get through this difficult time depends on the prince’s own character.

If you can get out of it, you will become more resilient, and your future cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, even faster than before.

If you can't get out of it, I'm afraid things will slow down or even become mediocre.

The growth of a genius is so cruel. Only by going through real tests can they truly thrive and become a towering tree.

If you stay in the warm and comfortable environment of the house all the time, you will never become a great master.

"what--!!"

"what----!"

Cheng Tianfeng roared like crazy.

He waved his hand and asked the people who came over to disperse.

He quietly waited outside the yard and did not go in.

Chu Zhiyuan slowed down his pace and kept observing Cheng Tianfeng's situation.

"what--!"

"puff!"

Cheng Tianfeng smashed everything in the house to pieces, ignored the blood gushing from his shoulder, ran outside and howled to the sky.

Suddenly a stream of blood spurted out and he fell to the ground limply.

Mo Chunyu appeared beside him in a flash, his face changed slightly, and he instantly pointed dozens of fingers at his chest, then turned him around and pointed dozens of fingers again.

Cheng Tianfeng's face was as pale as gold paper and his breath was as weak as a thread.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly clapped his hands and smiled.

Obsessed!
"Young Master?" Guo Chi couldn't help but ask when he saw him suddenly smile.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Let's go to Zuixianlou!"

"Zui Xian Tower?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Congratulations!"

"Yes." Guo Chi didn't care what they were celebrating. He couldn't help but grinning when he heard that they were going to Zuixianlou.

(End of this chapter)