"Bell ......"

"Bell ......"

"Bell ......"

The sound of the bell dispelled the silence of the night and spread in all directions with the drum tower as the center. At the same time, the morning sun jumped out of Dongdu Mountain, shining the morning light on the majestic pale cyan city wall, making this cold and heavy city wall smeared with a layer of golden brilliance. The morning light is like a tide that spreads through the avenue of heaven, the palace of the Great Zhou, and the view of the heavenly capital, enveloping the jade capital.

The sound of bells and the morning light awakened the vitality of this giant city.

The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yujing City, has only four mansions on both sides of the clean and tidy street, the palace of Chu, the palace of Zhao, the palace of Wei and the palace of Song. Before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the princes of the sixty-three roads in the world rose together, and the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty was also supported by the four major lords of Chu, Zhao, Wei and Song to unify the East. For this reason, after the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the four major gate valves not only had their own territories, but also the main veins of the gate valves were also hereditary four kings with different surnames.

Chu Zheng woke up in the palace of Chu on Wangfu Street, and what followed was still the itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which made him feel as uncomfortable as if he was burning inside.

He was covered in thick gauze, with only the neck above his neck exposed. The blood stains oozing from the gauze and the black ointment mixed together, giving off a slightly pungent smell.

Chu Zheng's soul traveled through this world for thirteen days, and these days he has been wrapped like a mummy and lying on the bed.

In his previous life, he had nothing to worry about, and he crossed into this world to become the main vein of the Great Thursday Gate Valve Chumen, and the king of Chu had three sons, and he was sixteen years old in his youth, and he was very happy. But it was also unfortunate for him to cross into this world.

Chu Zheng could endure the uncomfortable itch like an ant gnawing on a bone, but the situation he was facing now made him very worried.

In my memory, the owner of this body is also called Chu Zheng, although my mother is only in the third room and has long since died, but her cultivation qualifications are good, and her status in the palace is not low.

It's just that it was all once, and now it's all over.

This is a world where everything speaks with strength, and the tragic thing is that his path is completely ruined, and it will be difficult to have the strength to speak in the future.

The reason why Trumen has become one of the Great Thursday Gate Valves is that many of its disciples have achieved successful cultivation, and the family power and strength are the main reasons. And the "Tianyang Zhaoshu Gong" practiced by the children of Chumen cannot leak Yuanyang before the congenital, once Yuanyang is leaked, the path will be ruined, and the worst will be a life.

Chu Zheng didn't die on the spot, but then he was punished by family law in the Chu ancestral hall and was not spared, and Chu Zheng's soul crossed over.

Although he is awake now, he will not be expelled from the house, but Trumen's regular money has changed from ten gold yuan per month to five taels, and those inexhaustible cultivation materials every month are now not available, and the status of the third young master in Trumen in the past is ...... is still the third young master, but no one will respect a completely wasted third young master, and it is impossible to be a gentleman and enjoy life. Truman doesn't need to be a fool, he just needs a genius and a pig!

Chu Men is completely a pig for his children who have no cultivation qualifications, and his only task is to give birth to piglets! In his previous life, he lived like a dog, but in this life, he was raised like a pig, and Chu Zheng couldn't accept it. And the huge gap between this idea and the reality of the situation made him even more anxious.

"Young master, I've taken medicinal food. A thin maid cautiously walked in with a white porcelain bowl. The woman's appearance is not good-looking, Trumen is relatively strict with the management of children with cultivation qualifications, and the maids before the innate are all middle-looking. The maid's name is Xiao Cui, and she is one of the four maids who used to serve Chu Zheng. The other three were all divided among the rest of the Trumen after Chu Zheng was executed, and only Xiaocui volunteered to stay and take care of Chu Zheng.

With great effort, he raised Chu Zheng's head, used a white porcelain spoon to hold the medicinal porridge, and gently touched it with his lips, feeling that the temperature was suitable, and then fed it to Chu Zheng. At the same time, he said cautiously: "This morning, the Liu Shengshou of Fushan Hall will remove the gauze, and the young master will not be so uncomfortable." However, Xiao Cui has been arranged to the Eighth Young Master, and it will be difficult for Xiao Cui to see the Young Master in the future. ”

Chu Zheng looked straight at him after drinking the medicinal food, until the other party's eyes dodged in a little panic, then he looked away from the window, and said at the same time: "Go to the box in the study and take two hundred taels of silver tickets." One hundred taels you redeem, and then wait for me in the Crescent Lake Courtyard. Another hundred taels I'm useful!"

Xiao Cui opened her mouth, but in the end she only nodded slightly. For some reason, she felt that the current third young master was a little strange, deep and unfamiliar to her, but unexpectedly made her feel at ease.

Although Xiao Cui covered it up in time when feeding the medicine, Chu Zheng still saw a bruise on her forearm, but neither of them said anything.

Chu Zheng was dedicated to cultivating martial arts before, and his qualifications were high, no one dared to provoke him in the palace before, and now that his path is ruined, there will definitely be people who will trouble him, even if he doesn't have a chance to start for a while, he will also find Xiao Cui, the scapegoat.

Xiao Cui's eyes were red, she gritted her teeth and nodded, stood up and walked out.

Chu Zheng closed his eyes and continued to endure the torment that was even more itchy due to the medicinal power entering his body, while looking inwardly at his Divine Court acupoint.

The beginning of his crossing was a nightmare. In the nightmare, he was in a gray space, and in front of him was an equally gray sun, and then the sun cracked and shattered like a broken mirror, and when he woke up, he knew that he had crossed into a martial artist with a broken sky. Maybe that broken sun is his own skyyang, Chu Zheng thought.

What made him faintly frightened was that he finally fell asleep, but he felt that his consciousness was still in the empty and boundless chaos. And after waking up, I felt that my Shenting acupoint was constantly bulging and bursting, reminding me that there was a change in the Shenting acupoint.

There are upper dantian, middle dantian, and lower dantian in the human body. The lower dantian is a sea of qi, and the martial artists mainly open up this place. The middle dantian is the middle acupoint, which covers the door of the body's qi, and the upper dantian is the Yintang acupoint, which is the place where the cultivator's mental power and mana gather. Since Chu Zheng woke up, he could feel that the Qi Sea of the Lower Dantian had gradually shrunk and dried up, and there was no abnormality between the Middle Dantian and the Upper Dantian, but the abnormality of the Shenting Acupoint was very obvious.

The black-gray chaotic void, Chu Zheng's figure slowly condensed, the surrounding emptiness was deserted, the soul was lonely and helpless, and due to the breaking of the gong and family law, this figure was illusory and unreal, as if it could dissipate at any time.

Chu Zheng's phantom looked into the distance, there was the only difference in the chaotic void, there was a little purple light there. He walked towards the purple light, and in the fantasy he was looking forward to, that light was his shattered sky, his only light. He had been walking here for thirteen days, and these thirteen days were real time, but Chu Zheng himself felt that time was as long as thirteen years. But he still walked towards the light, at least for now, and at first he could only climb. Maybe the light will appear in front of you at any time, maybe never, but there is hope to have the courage to persevere.

I was woken up in a daze, and there was an old man standing in front of the bed, who was Doctor Liu from Fushan Hall in Yujing City. The old man closed his eyes slightly, pressed his right palm on Chu Zheng's Baihui acupoint, and a cool air flow flowed through the whole body along the Baihui acupoint, overflowing from the spring acupoint on the soles of his feet. After a while, he nodded slightly and opened his eyes, and said with a little relief: "The fifty-two broken bones have healed, the internal organs are intact, and the flesh wounds have completely healed, but the qi and blood strength is not enough. But it can be regarded as a heal. ”

"Thank you, Holy Willow. Chu Zheng smiled dryly.

The old man shook his head self-deprecatingly: "The Holy Hand is someone else's promotion of the old man, and it is a mockery in front of your Third Young Master of Chumen." As long as the Chu Wangfu takes out a pill, your injuries will heal in an instant, but the old man will make you suffer for more than ten days. ”

Chu Zheng looked out the window expressionlessly, the old man could feel the depth in his eyes but not the decadence.

The old man also understood Truman's rules, and in the past ten days of contact with Chu Zheng, he felt that this young man was not as arrogant and domineering as rumored by the outside world, but polite, and gradually had some pity.

Shaking his head and sighing, he said casually while removing the gauze: "It is said that the one hundred and six-sided sticks went down, and the third young master didn't say a word." That is not a sin that ordinary people can endure! With the third young master's temperament, he should not be unable to control it. ”

"The woman was beautiful. As he spoke, Chu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled indifferently. Not only did he not regret it, but he had some lingering aftertaste. It's just that his eyes are cold.

This answer made the old man stunned slightly, and glanced at Chu Zheng meaningfully. The young man was surprisingly deep......

"Alright. ”

After a while, the old man clapped his hands, put the removed gauze into a cloth bag, and motioned for Chu Zheng to stand up and move.

Chu Zheng put the robe that had been prepared next to him on his body, stood up and moved his hands and feet, and after feeling that everything was normal, he picked up the silver ticket of one hundred taels from the bedside and handed it to the old man and said, "This time there is a holy hand of Lao Liu, this is a certain point of Chu's mind." ”

Without waiting for Liu Shengshou to open his mouth and refuse, he continued: "There is a small matter that still bothers Liu Shengshou to deal with dim sum. ”

"Third Young Master, please speak. ”

"I'm afraid that many people are worried about my injury these days, and some people are afraid that Liu Shengshou doesn't know what it is called. Chu wanted to trouble Liu Shengshou to draw their portraits. ”

The old man's expression was shocked, and he looked at Chu Zheng with some surprise. It's easy to guess that many people ask about his injuries, but it can also be guessed that many people don't know their names, but they just want to paint a portrait, this young man's thinking is quite meticulous!

With a slight groan, he took the silver ticket and arched his hand and said, "In a day, the young master can send someone to get the portrait, and the old man will leave." ”

Chu Zheng sent Liu Shengshou out of the room, and stood at the door of the room with slightly squinted eyes at the somewhat dazzling scorching sun, recalling details that were easy to ignore in his mind.

It's not terrible to be framed and pitted, as long as you don't die, no matter who the other party is, you have a chance to overturn the other party. I'm afraid that I don't know how I died, and that Chu Zheng, who only knows how to cultivate, is exactly like this.

Who is the one who has done the trick on him? This needs to be explored from the clues.

Now that he is not dead, does the other party want to continue to attack?