The second head of the Chu Wangfu is called Chu Yong, and his name is a little brave, but his behavior is the opposite. Chu Yong was a white-faced middle-aged man with a height of seven feet, and when Xiao Cui found him, the height of the second manager was only four feet.

"Oh, Eighth Young Master, look at what you said, aren't you torturing the slave when you say this! I'll break that old thing's leg if he doesn't know each other! Eighth Young Master takes a fancy to his field, that's his honor!" Chu Yong's expression was flattering for a while, serious for a while, and laughing for a while.

Chu Yi, the eighth young master of the Chu Palace, who was sitting in the pavilion, nodded approvingly, and raised his eyes to see Xiao Cui standing in the distance, his face sank.

Chu Yong's eyes widened when he saw Chu Yi's face, and he scolded: "What are you doing standing there?

"Eighth Young Master, Second Chief. After saluting, Xiao Cui stood there timidly, not daring to look up.

The second chief manager turned into a nine-foot god, looked down at Xiao Cui and scolded: "Is there something wrong? Don't stand here if you have nothing to do, hurry up and clean the courtyard of the Eighth Young Master again." ”

"II...... Two Chiefs. Xiao Cui took a deep breath and took out a hundred taels of silver tickets, "I don't want to do anything in the palace anymore, I want to go to the Crescent Lake Courtyard to take care of the third young master." In Xiaocui's heart, although Chu Zheng is short-tempered, he is very protective and respects them. And the eighth young master has already had three maids who have been beaten to death, and one has thrown herself into a well, she doesn't want to go to hell on earth.

"The third young master's waste also needs you to take care of it!" Chu Yong glanced at Chu Yi quickly, and said righteously: "It's your honor to serve the Eighth Young Master!

When Xiaocui walked away, the second chief manager said flatteringly: "Eighth young master, this girl is not subject to discipline, and the eighth young master has to worry more." Snorted coldly, "That waste used to rely on his cultivation to be high and disrespected the Eighth Young Master, and the slave couldn't see it for a long time." Now that he wanted to ransom Xiao Cui away, the slave let him watch his maid suffer, but he could only stare dryly. ”

Xiao Cui lowered her head and walked into the small courtyard with a depressed face, and found that Chu Zheng was standing there, and the smile she was trying to show was a little stiff.

"Young master, the second chief manager said that the procedures for redeeming one's body must also be reported to the Yujing Mansion, so Xiao Cui can't leave the palace for the time being, and she can't serve the young master. Cui's head drooped lower and lower, and she lied.

Chu Zheng glanced at her deeply and said calmly, "I will deal with this matter." Are your parents still in Chufeng County?"

Chufeng County is the fief of the Great Great Gate Valve Chumen, and it is also the birthplace of Chumen, including legislation, taxes, and the army, etc., which are all governed by Chumen, which can be described as a country within a country. If Xiao Cui's parents were in Chu Feng County, then their life and death would be completely in the hands of Chu Men, which would definitely make Xiao Cui scruples.

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, Xiao Cui was inexplicably relieved, but her heart was a little complicated. The young master must have known her difficulties when she asked like this, she was a little afraid that the young master would take her to the Crescent Lake Courtyard regardless of it, and the third young master had done this kind of thing before. Although no one will forcibly break into another courtyard because of her, her parents in Chufeng County will definitely be implicated. It's just that the current young master, although deep and considerate, makes her want to fly out of the Chu Palace, which is like a cage.

Chu Zheng didn't say anything, and it didn't make sense to say anything now. Only by finding your own way out as soon as possible can you take care of the people around you.

Under Xiao Cui's service, Chu Zheng freshened up, changed into a blue-gray robe, walked out of the small courtyard where he lived, and walked towards the corridor.

Although the foundation of Chumen is in Chufeng County, the scripture corridor in Yujing City is also the top priority, with more than 30 people guarding it around, and four martial artists and four Dharma cultivators standing in two rows at the door. The eyes of the martial cultivators were boiling, but the eyes of the cultivators were deep and ethereal.

The nine realms of law cultivation refine qi into refinement, open the veins and condense qi, gather the spirit with a hundred orifices, and the realm is born from the heart, build the foundation, golden pill, yuan infant, distraction, and cave heaven.

The nine realms of martial cultivation refine tendons, refine bones, refine blood and wash the marrow, half-step congenital, congenital, qi cultivation into gang, immortal body, heaven and man, and broken.

The four cultivators were all born from the heart, the four martial cultivators were half-step innate, and the thirty guards around them were all martial cultivators who opened their veins and condensed their qi.

Show the identity jade plate and enter the corridor smoothly. The corridor is surrounded by a corridor, there are many classics and Taoist scriptures placed in the corridor, there is a pavilion in the center, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe sits in the pavilion. The middle-aged man raised his eyes to look at Chu Zheng when he heard the footsteps, his eyes flashed, and Chu Zheng suddenly felt like a mountain-like pressure enveloping his body.

"Is this the oppression of qi and blood by those who practice qi and become gang?" Chu Zheng's face remained unchanged and continued to move forward, bowing five or six steps away from the middle-aged man, "Meet the third uncle." ”

This person's name is Chu Gongyun, and the person is as his name. Although his face is only middle-aged, he is actually more than eighty years old, and his cultivation has reached the realm of practicing qi and becoming a gang, and his strength can also rank among the top three in Chumen, Yujing City.

Chu Gongyun nodded slightly, his face was calm and he couldn't see any expression, "One hundred and six-sided sticks are born with eight deaths and two lives, and cultivators are nine deaths and lives under the foundation." There is a great terror between life and death, and there is also a great understanding between life and death! Not to mention those who die suddenly, the oppression of the human heart by this hexagonal stick is extraordinary, and the living are also afraid all day long. Your path is completely ruined and your cultivation is completely wasted, but you can face the oppression of my qi and blood without changing your face, I think you are beyond life and death. ”

Chu Zheng bowed down and said: "The original Chu Zheng is dead, and the current Chu Zheng is still alive." Not only did he respond to Chu's fair statement, but he also covered up the difference in his behavior before and after. Or to say that it has planted a seed of psychological suggestion in the other party's heart.

I have already died once, and this life is for nothing. Although he will not squander it without scruples, he also sees a lot of life and death.

Chu Gongyun's expression did not move, his right hand reached out and grabbed it to the right, and a roll of animal skins in the corridor automatically flew into his hand under the invisible energy.

Truman's battle skill catcher is derived from the dragon hand of Zazen Temple's battle skill.

The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty proclaimed himself the true dragon emperor, and the Zazen Temple made a dragon catcher all day long, but it was not looking for death? So now there is no Zazen Temple, only the ruins of the Zazen Temple that have turned into dust! Although this part of the Wind Catcher did not get the essence of the Dragon Catcher, it was very practical. This is especially true when a cultivator fights a cultivator.

Putting the animal skin scroll on the desk in front of him, Chu Gongfair said: "You are born with strong bones and strong qi and blood, and your sense of qi is very weak due to the impact of qi and blood. Are you sure you don't give up, are you sure you're going to take another blow?".

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people are one of them. ”

Chu Zheng bowed slightly and picked up the animal skin scroll. Unfold it and see that it is the "Tianyang Naqi Formula" that you want to find.

The levels of the Dao Sutra of Cultivation are divided into eight grades: Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang, Universe, and Flood Desolation. The speed of gas absorption is less than doubled for Wild products, less than twice the speed for Hong products, and less than three times for Celestial products. Truman's "Tianyang Qi Acceptance Formula" is the pinnacle of Yupin, increasing the speed of Qi absorption by nearly four times.

The path of cultivating martial arts had been destroyed, and he needed to try to cultivate the Fa again, so he went to the scripture corridor to look for the "Tianyang Naqi Technique". And Chu Gongyun also had insight into his thoughts, so he didn't even ask and took this exercise directly.

Chu Zheng sat on the bluestone outside the pavilion with a leather scroll in both hands.

The so-called exercises are Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, which themselves will not tell you how to cultivate, and the text is also obscure, and different people can interpret it in different ways.

"Tianyang Naqi Formula" has more than 1,000 words, and within half an hour, Chu Zheng has been able to memorize it backwards, but he has not been able to sort out a complete and clear cultivation context from it.

Rolled up the animal skin roll frowned and pondered, still not grasping the essentials. At this time, Chu Gong's indifferent voice came from the side: "If you don't give up, you can go back to your ancestral land." The method of cultivating martial arts is still relatively clear, and the Taoist scriptures of cultivating the law are difficult to clarify. There is a portrait of the patriarch on the Heavenly Path of the Ancestral Dao Method, and by visualizing the portrait, you can improve your comprehension of the Tao Sutra and Taoism. ”

Chu Zheng owed, put down the animal skin scroll and turned to leave, although he did not realize it for the time being, he would not give up easily. As for returning to the ancestral land, although useful, it was only a last attempt. And although he will leave Yujing City, it will not be now. He is not the kind of person who sleeps wherever he falls, he will not be at ease with what happens, and he will not allow the enemy to lurk in the shadows and think he has a plan!

Chu Gongyun looked at Chu Zheng's back calmly, and still looked at the courtyard gate where he disappeared until Chu Zheng had already left. After a while, he looked up at the sky, and said abruptly: "The wind and rain in the imperial capital are coming!"

Chu Zheng returned to his courtyard and sat cross-legged on the cultivation ground, carefully contemplating the "Tianyang Naqi Formula".

Originally, his Shenting acupoint was constantly bulging, and the Dao Sutra consumed a lot of energy, and after a while, he had to give up his enlightenment under the double feeling of his head being tightened and the Shenting being swollen. Although his heart is urgent, he still knows the truth that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and if you continue to enlighten it, your soul will be damaged.

Slowly closing his eyes, a phantom appeared in the court. It was still a boundless chaotic nothingness, and Chu Zheng walked forward step by step...... There is no concept of time here, and I don't know how much time has passed......

Suddenly, the little purple light that seemed to be still far away suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and a sun the size of a purple basketball stood in front of Chu Zheng. Immediately, the sky was filled with purple light......

......

The bronze stele is hundreds of zhang high, behind the stele is the azure square that cannot see the edge, and the purple light is faintly in the distance, and the mountain road winds down in the back. The material of the mountain road is the same as the square, like jade and stone, but it is very huge, and each stone step is as high as more than ten zhang.

When he regained consciousness again, Chu Zheng was standing under the stone stele.

Glancing around vigilantly, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch the Qingtong Monument.

"No one has self, no god has no merit, and no saint has no name. As the heart of the common people, he has been unable to escape from reincarnation, and it is for the soul to visualize the "Sitting and Forgetting Sutra" ......" The magnificent and vast voice sounded, and a Taoist Sutra with a golden purple light shining with every word flowed into Chu Zheng's mind. The text of the Taoist Sutra is obscure and ethereal and difficult to find, but Chu Zheng feels that he is very familiar with the Taoist Sutra and understands it very thoroughly. And as the words of the Tao Sutra flowed into his mind, his faintly painful spirit became extremely clear.

Immediately after that, the "Tianyang Naqi Technique" that had not yet been comprehended turned into golden-purple words and shone on the chaotic void in the divine court, and I don't know how long it took for the animal skin scroll to turn into a little starlight and dissipate in the void, but after a while, it condensed and shone again. What's even more surprising is that there are more illusory words around the text of these "Tianyang Naqi Jue". These illusory texts are all annotations and sources for each paragraph of "Tianyang Naqi Jue". Although most of the Taoist texts have different commentaries, they also make Chu Zheng's doubts completely clear. The rest is just a choice.

Chu Zheng still closed his eyes slightly, these fonts in the Divine Court were all imprinted in his mind, and every annotation was derived from the books he had read, and even some were just swept away, but they were still present in his mind. Both in the past and in this life.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, all the illusory words dispersed, leaving a Taoist scripture in the Chu Zheng Divine Court. The Taoist scripture is still "Tianyang Naqi Jue", and every text is also golden and shining, but it is no longer the obscure "Tianyang Naqi Jue" Taoist Sutra with more than 1,000 words, but the simple and straightforward "Tianyang Naqi Jue" with more than 10,000 words. Immediately after that, more than 10,000 golden words shrank rapidly as if they were swallowed by a whirlpool, and finally turned into a faint starlight and disappeared into the vast void in the Divine Court.

"The 'Tianyang Naqi Formula' is a great success, and the speed of refining qi is three points nine times!"

"Truman's ancestor founded "Tianyang Naqi Jue" to draw on these classics, and the ancestor passed down these classics. The imparting of knowledge in Truman has always been of profound significance. ”

At this moment, Chu Zheng had an understanding.