Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

"Cang Xuan, what is your Sword intent? Why can't I comprehend it?" Wen Ren Chuchu sat on the opposite side of the stone and asked Chen Ming as he walked out the door.

She felt here for three days, and there was no progress at all.

"This is Wentian Sword intent, left by the peerless sword immortal. You can't comprehend it if you don't understand Sword Doctrine." Chen Ming said truthfully.

What he said was not a boast. At that time, he walked up to the ninety-nine floor of the ladder and asked the heavens Sword intent with enlightenment.

"Cut, are you still a peerless sword immortal?" Wenren Chuchu rolled his eyes.

"The peerless sword immortal I am talking about is not me, but the peerless sword immortal on the ladder." Chen Ming said lightly.

Hearing this, he suddenly became interested. The ninety-nine floor of the ladder, but no one has ever been able to go up.

"Cang Xuan, what is there on the ninety-nine floor of the ladder?"

For all the above, full of unknown curiosity.

"I won't tell you, I'm not angry." Chen Ming suddenly joked.

The more you want to know, the less I will tell you.

Maybe it was fun, Chen Ming just didn't tell Wenren Chuchu.

"You!" Wenren Chu Chu was really angry, and the white jade pointed at Chen Ming, speechless.

"Huh, don't say it!"

Wenren Chuchu sat down again, relaxed and felt Wentian Sword intent.

"Actually, there is nothing above." Chen Ming said lightly.

After hearing this, Chen Minggou aroused interest. When she thought Chen Ming would continue speaking, she found that Chen Ming had already gone back to the room.

"Asshole!" Wenren gritted his teeth, aroused interest, and didn't continue talking, it's not annoying.

Zhao Rong left Qingshan Daoist's cultivation resources, and Qingshan Daoist gave half of it to Chen Ming.

As for the other half, some of them will be used by Wenren Chuchu, and the rest will be used by other apprentices.

When Qingshan Daoist went out, he saw Jiang Haoran standing on top of his stone house with his hands on his back, looking up into the distance.

"Why do I have some kind of induction?" Jiang Haoran muttered softly.

He suddenly sensed some kind of traction in the distance, so he stood on the stone house and looked at the past.

"Smelly boy, get me down quickly." Aoyama Daoist shouted.

Hearing this, Jiang Haoran hurriedly jumped from the stone house and said with a grin: "Master, morning."

"Early ass, early, in broad daylight, who do you pretend to be?" Qingshan Daoist said in a bad mood, his two apprentices are good at everything, just like pretending too much.

"Master, I didn't pretend, I felt that something was pulling me." Jiang Haoran said truthfully.

Qingshan Daoist gave him a blank look, "Cut, what else can you lead?"

Jiang Haoran asked, "Master, did you really pick it up?"

Since childhood, he has followed Qingshan Daoist, without parents.

"Otherwise? You are an ordinary orphan. You always read those anecdotes and think of yourself as a lost prince. It's impossible, you know, don't you."

"Although you have poor aptitude and poor understanding, you still have to work hard."

"Humans, be self-motivated."

Qing Shan Daoist trained for a long time, and among the few disciples, Jiang Haoran jumped the most.

At the beginning, Qingshan Daoist picked up Jiang Haoran from the river. At that time, Jiang Haoran seemed to be thrown into the water by someone. Fortunately, he found it in time and was rescued.

I am grateful to the world, and it was picked up in Jiangli, so I named it Jiang Haoran.

"I'm not so bad, right." Jiang Haoran said with a sad expression.

"Doesn't I have any points in my heart?" Aoyama Daoist rolled his eyes, then went down the mountain to buy wine.

Jiang Haoran:...

I stood there for a while, thinking in my heart.

People always have to have illusions, what if it is done?

...

The Great Zhou Dynasty, in the palace.

In the magnificent Great Hall, sitting on the dragon chair diagonally sits a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows into the temples, phoenix eyes, and a height of about seven feet eight.

He is the emperor Zao Wou-ki of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Sitting on it at the moment, listening to the report from the people below.

"Are you sure?" Zao Wou-ki slowly said.

"I'm sure. I fortunetelling the secrets just now, I found that the prince was indeed not dead, but was lost to the people." An old man below said.

He is the prime minister from the left and has no boundaries. He is good at deduction and divination.

Back then, when the former prince was first born, there was a great chaos inside Da Zhou, and strong invasions. Although the civil strife was settled, the crown prince was also missing, dead or alive.

Twenty years later, under Sikong Wuya's calculations, he finally found the whereabouts of the former prince.

"Aren't you dead?" Zao Wou-ki murmured.

Twenty years ago, his first son had just been born that year, and when he became the crown prince, he heard news of a family rebellion.

For this reason, he personally led troops to suppress the rebellion, and when he returned, his newborn son was gone and taken away.

Whether it was dead or alive, he couldn't guess at all.

Now that twenty years have passed, he thought he could put it down, but Sikong Wuya told him that the prince was not dead.

"Then why is it that the divination until the prince is not dead until today?" Zao Wou-ki said coldly.

Sikong Wuya knelt down with a thump, and said truthfully: "Your Majesty's forgiveness is not because the old slave concealed it, but the place where the former prince was too far away to be counted. Until a few days ago, the former prince's cultivation breakthrough, I suddenly felt Until now, after these few days of calculation, the former prince’s location has been counted."

It's not a concealment, but it's not counted!

Hearing this, Zao Wou-ki closed his eyes.

In this way, my son is still alive, and he is still in cultivation.

"Prime Minister Sikong, it's best not to spread this incident." Zao Wou-ki said coldly.

Once it spreads out, his sons will definitely find a way to destroy the prince.

Today, in Da Zhou, there has never been a prince, more than a dozen princes, fighting openly and secretly, drawing in, suppressing and suppressing.

Zao Wou-ki saw in his eyes and did not stop. If you don't set up a prince, they will not be able to stop.

There is even a rumor that the Emperor of the Great Zhou has been thinking about the prince who disappeared that year, so he has been reluctant to establish a prince.

If the news that the prince was not dead reaches the ears of these princes, they will definitely go out in unison and kill the surviving prince first.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, only I know about this, and in the Great Hall..."

As Sikong Wuya said, he glanced at the guards and eunuchs in the Great Hall.

Zao Wou-ki tapped his finger lightly, and the guard drew his sword to kill all the eunuchs and court ladies, and then destroyed the corpse.

The more than a dozen guards in the Great Hall are all Zao Wou-ki's confidants. Just listen to him, no one can win.

"Sikong, have you found the position of my son?" Zao Wou-ki asked calmly.

"I found it, but the prince seems to be in the Great Yan Dynasty, so it's not easy to go blatantly." Sikong Wuya said truthfully.

"Really?" Zao Wou-ki said lightly.

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