Son Of The Great Emperor, Banned At The Beginning

Sixteen years ago, Luo Yuheng, the ninth prince of the Longwei Dynasty, was born. He was carrying the bones of the emperor of the gods and spirits of the sky, and he came here with golden light.

same year.

Luo Yu Zijin is six years old, has awakened the Dao heart of the Holy Venerable, and shines in his Royal Academy.

This is a double hero, but who can take care of the royal family's affairs?

Six years later, Luo Yuzijin was twelve years old. He was originally a cardamom youth, but his Dao heart was taken away and his bones were crippled.

Since then, he has been devastated and fell to the bottom.

Later, he was branded as a traitor and forced all the people in the same branch to resist. Only then did he survive and embark on the road of escape.

...

"Young master, I brought you something."

At this time, in the Ying Wuyi hall on the top of Zisheng Tianzong, Nan Yihuan had already presented the Zizun Tiansheng fruit.

"Okay, you guys go out first, Zijin stays."

Ying Wuyi took the Zi Zuntian holy fruit with his hand, and everyone retreated tactfully.

Luo Yu Zijin looked at the vermilion fruit with a little trepidation.

Although she wanted to be more elegant, her physical movements had already betrayed her eagerness.

"That person's method was a bit clumsy, and when your original Holy Venerable Dao heart was dug out, there was still power left in your body."

"For so long, that force has put a lot of burden on your body."

Ying Wuyi stood up suddenly, picked up Luo Yu Zijin again, and put him in the own position.

Luo Yuzijin didn't understand what Ying Wuyi was going to do next, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only ask weakly:

"Then... how do we do it?"

The voice was very small, but Ying Wuyi heard it and ignored it.

He just took out hundreds of various holy medicines, countless Semi-Saint medicines and precious medicines.

Under Luo Yuzijin's surprised gaze, he casually called out the gunpowder and started pill refining.

A moment later, Ying Wuyi turned around and put one hand on Luo Yuzi's forehead.

Luo Yu Zijin felt a warm current pouring from her head into her limbs, cleaning every corner of her body.

"Ah~"

The comfortable feeling made her forget everything, an instinctive call brought her back to her senses, her face flushed immediately, and she slightly opened one eye to look at Ying Wuyi.

He was relieved to find that the latter didn't seem to have heard at all.

It took about a stick of incense before and after, and a top-grade holy pill was refined.

When Luo Yuzijin was a child, he had seen the consecration and refining of the holy pills of the Longxu Dynasty. Not only did it require careful preparation, but it also took at least three days. In the end, it was difficult to get one out of a hundred.

Looking at the top-quality holy pill in front of him, the pill pattern is shining, and there is a legendary pill cloud flowing...

Do you really deserve such a good Medicine Pill?

"Young master... what is the name of this magic pill?"

Luo Yu Zijin wanted to refuse at first, but the desire to live finally occupied the dominance of his brain, so he asked again.

"'Qingyou'!"

This pill was specially prepared by Ying Wuyi for Luo Yuzijin, and it is the only one in the world, so he also took the name.

But if there is no accident, Ying Wuyi will not refine it again.

"What a beautiful name!"

Luo Yu Zijin sighed in admiration.

Ying Wuyi responded with a smile, and then took out a few holy-level Medicine Pills, and asked her to take them together.

Luo Yu Zijin didn't doubt that he was there, took the hand and swallowed it, sitting cross-legged to refine it.

Two hours later.

With the help of Ying Wuyi, the speed was more than ten times faster.

Luo Yu Zijin slowly opened his eyes, re-feeling the faint heartbeat in his left chest that hadn't been felt in ten years, and still felt that everything was like a dream.

"Thank you son!"

"No problem! It will take some time for you to recover, so stay in the Purple Saint Heavenly Sect for now!"

Luo Yu Zijin didn't think much about it, and left after nodding.

After all, her current heart is extremely fragile, not even as good as that of an ordinary person, not to mention having to bear a vigorous Blood Qi.

After Luo Yu Zijin came out, Yu Mo stepped forward to help him.

At the same time, Nan Yihuan and Nan Mengyou were also waiting outside.

Luo Yuzijin thanked him and said:

"This time, I would also like to thank Nan Sect Leader for his willingness to donate generously. I will remember this kindness. If there is an emergency in the future, I will do my best!"

"Hahaha! It's a trivial matter, why worry about it? Your Highness is serious! I have sent someone to prepare the Immortal Cave, you go and heal your injuries!"

Nan Yihuan replied very politely.

Then looking at the back of Luo Yuzijin leaving, I couldn't help but feel grateful to Ying Wuyi from the bottom of my heart.

Because Luo Yuzijin focused on asking questions when she was a child, and later encountered more tacky Rivers and Lakes in her escape life, she didn't quite understand the intrigues of some big shots.

But he, Nan Yihuan, has long been at the level of an old fox, and his door is very clear.

The young master's hands and eyes are open to the sky, not to mention looking for the holy fruit of Zizun, it is possible to find another Dao heart.

But he still used his own Sect, then this is the blessing of the Purple Saint Heavenly Sect!

If Luo Yu Zijin didn't use this Zi Zun Tian Sheng fruit, own Zi Sheng Tian Zong would have no chance to accept this "favor".

Now that Luo Yu Zijin is under the protection of Lord Young Master, it is a certainty that he will grow up, so Zisheng Tianzong has really found a backer this time!

Reading this, Nan Yihuan's heart blossomed with joy, and she turned her head to wink at her daughter, telling her to go in quickly.

Then he bowed to Ying Wuyi in the hall and left.

"My lord, Mengyou made you a pot of tea."

Nan Mengyou walked over to Ying Wuyi with a pot of freshly brewed tea, and Ying Wuyi was resting with her eyes closed.

"Okay, let it go."

"Yes~"

Then Nan Mengyou picked up another teacup, poured a small one and said:

"My lord, there will be a Tiandong Flood Dragon secret realm opened in three months. It is rumored that there is a Saint King's tomb inside. I wonder if you are interested? If there is..."

"Not interested in."

"yes."

Just like that, Nan Mengyou held the teacup.

But her keen sixth sense made her feel that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so she asked tentatively:

"Young master?"

After a while, Ying Wuyi stretched and got up.

Nan Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but Ying Wuyi suddenly asked:

"When your father begged the young master to accept you, do you remember that the young master asked him a question?"

"Remember...remember, you asked if Mengyou was smart?"

Nan Mengyou's nerves tensed again, and the tea in the cup almost spilled by accident. After reorganizing his mind, Nan Mengyou pretended to be calm and replied.

"Then are you smart?"

A faint coercion emanated from Ying Wuyi's body, as if it could make Nan Mengyou breathless.

Nan Mengyou hurriedly knelt down on her knees, raised the tea cup in her hand above her head and replied:

"Meng You knows that she is stupid, but please don't chase Meng You, Young Master, Meng You..."

"Since it is stupid, it means that the South Sect Leader has deceived the young master! You have to think about it, can the Zisheng Tianzong afford the consequences?"

Ying Wuyi interrupted Nan Mengyou's crying, turned around, and showed a chilling smile.

The air was slightly still.

The teacup in Nan Mengyou's hand began to tremble uncontrollably, but she just looked at Ying Wuyi in horror as if she didn't know.

"Mengyou knows it's wrong, this matter has nothing to do with Zisheng Tianzong, it's all done by my father and daughter, please also leave a trace of inheritance to Zisheng Tianzong!"