There is only a thin line between covering up and deceiving, and Zhuo Li once again emphasized the judgment in his heart: he and the prince belong to the former!

Like Prince Yi, who tries to hide his shame, Zhuo Li also has secrets that she doesn't know and can't share with others. And this is one of the instincts that humans can rely on for a living, and people are accustomed to calling it: **.

It is true that the remnants of memory images and knowledge in his mind are the unique attributes of Zhuo Li's understanding of the world when he was blind. But this is only one of them, and he has another talent - or rather, a skill that he has been honing since birth.

For the blind, the visual senses are lost. They will turn on to develop other senses and talents. And it seems to be the curtain of heaven, when people have one less sense, because there are fewer distractions brought by this sense in the bottom of their hearts. The cognitive abilities of the other senses are greatly enhanced.

Zhuo Li was like this, fourteen years of blindness gave him enough time to exercise his other senses. It allows him to see the world from a different perspective. Among them, hearing and smelling have also become his instincts for survival. And when his sense of hearing and smell is combined with the things in his mind, it constitutes a unique set of abilities and survival methods to perceive the world.

He can remember the message of all sounds through the pause, melody, and magnitude of the voice. From the beginning of his memory to the light, he can completely interpret more than ten years of life experience, big and small events in the form of sound......

Even if he has a slightly inferior sense of smell, Zhuo Li can also judge the people or things around him by the breath of things.

It can be seen that Zhuo Li's sense of hearing is very sharp, his sense of smell is very sharp, and his memory is not ordinarily good—these are the skills he has cultivated for fourteen years.

Seeing off Prince Yi, Zhuo Li closed the door of the palace and came to the desk leisurely, and he deliberately imitated what the prince taught him to do. It's not just for the lesson that Fang Cai's tongue is pinched, nor is it for the fear of "I'm a fool" in italics a hundred times, but to save my life. As the prince said, with his current situation, once exposed, he will be in a different place......

Sitting on a large carved wooden chair and opening a book, he wanted to find four more words in it - Zhuo Li was illiterate, and fourteen years of dark life made it impossible for him to read and learn words.

And he flips through books to find words because of his skills: the general literacy process is to find the sound of the word, and then memorize the meaning of the word, or to find the word by the sound of the word.

Zhuo Li is different, he listens to the words: when the prince began to teach him to read, he found that he only had to read the article once. Zhuo Li can 'never forget', and recite it backwards. While lamenting Zhuo Li's extraordinary memory, he came up with this method.

Regarding this method, Zhuo Li felt that most of this was due to the prince's "irresponsibility". Prince Yi angrily replied to Zhuo Li's resentment: This king is the prince, the guardian of the Qing Empire, the auspicious rui of the country, what does this mean? I want to take care of everything, how can I delay the great cause of the empire because I teach you to read?

At that time, watching the prince's unreasonable and brainless hegemonic behavior of sending guards, and then thinking about his identity as a prince. Zhuo Li could only nod convincingly: "The prince lives up to the emperor's grace and does his best." Blessing to the Empire! Blessing to the People!"

When you find the text corresponding to the pronunciation of the characters, you first "draw" it on a piece of rice paper according to the cat and the tiger. Then turn out the copybook, find out the italic form of the four characters, and copy a complete sentence stroke by stroke. The next step is to repeat over and over again......

During the whole process, Zhuo Li's expression was unusually careful. The pain of knuckles rubbing against the brush and the soreness of the wrist made Zhuo Li's brows furrow tighter and tighter. But he endured it and persevered......

Zhuo Li knew that the prince was a cynical and irresponsible teacher, but he still did what the prince told him to do, even if it was just a detail. Because, the prince was right! Although he deliberately did not provide information and tried to hide some truths that Zhuo Li did not want to know, such as the real cause of the prince's death.

Yes, Zhuo Li, with his keen sense of hearing and smell, knew the cause of the prince's death at the first time - he heard Prince Yi block the sword for ten miles, defeat the enemy with one move, and talk to the prince about the inverted blade and bright silver spear, and produced some images in his mind, as well as his own understanding and insight.

Contrary to the legend, the prince is a cunning ruffian in Zhuo Li's heart! slightly more noble than a hooligan who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and a righteous man and a virtuous gentleman who is benevolent, righteous and virtuous, is the disparity between heaven and earth.

The scoundrel of the ruffian, the righteousness of the thief, the hegemony of the powerful, the cunning of the traitor...... In the body of the prince formed a complex combination......

This is Prince Yi in Zhuo Li's heart, a teacher who is not responsible.

Putting down the brush in his hand, Zhuo Li breathed a long sigh of relief, for an illiterate person who had just begun to learn to write, four words a hundred times was already a majestic project. It took Zhuo Li's physical and mental strength.

After a short rest, Zhuo Li picked up his "masterpiece". It's not a quatrain, it's just a swear saying, and even the handwriting is crooked and messy. However, in Zhuo Li's eyes, it is more precious than a silver ticket of 10,000 taels, and more than a poem by everyone.

The sunlight outside is fading, and the interior is a little dim. Before I knew it, it was almost night.

Zhuo Li opened the door and looked at a side hall not far away, and the door of the side hall was closed. There was a candle flame reflecting it, casting a faint halo on the paper window, which was where Prince Yi rested. Xindao: At this time, the prince should not come!

Close the door again and bolt it tightly. After inspecting the entire dormitory, Zhuo Li finally found a ring ruler. It was the only thing in the entire dormitory that resembled a sword: he had to practice the sword, the one that was hidden in his left eye, the sword of defeat.

The memory influence in his mind was very clear, and Zhuo Li could even feel the strength, angle, speed, and retraction of the defeated sword...... Zhuo Li began to follow the traces of his memories to emulate this as the only move, and it was the only way he had saved his life so far.

Zhuo Li is very attentive, even more than the writing process. However, again and again, it failed again and again. This seemingly simple move with only one movement seems to be the most difficult move in the world. Sweat soaked his shirt, and his stiff wrists felt sore again. The moves of the fight were originally practice makes perfect, but Zhuo Li felt that every time he did it, he was one point away from the moves in his memory.

Is it just another joke of the sky? Don't you have the talent to practice martial arts?

Without vision, he could gamble with his life in exchange for it. But what about martial arts? What does he need in exchange for it? Hard, diligent, years?

The confusion in his heart can't stop Zhuo Li's movements. He even deceived himself and said that every time he practiced, he was far away from the true meaning of the move, but in fact, it was a point closer to the true meaning of the move. The farther you go, the closer you get. The result of countless failures, once the stubbornness in the heart is exchanged, it turns into infinite motivation. Pain and exertion form a source of motivation, over and over again...... Twice......

Perception begins to dull, consciousness begins to blur, and movement begins to slow down. Finally, in a trance, Zhuo Li's whole body fell to the ground involuntarily, but the right hand holding the sword was still swinging stubbornly, and the regular swing had no strength and no consciousness......

What a persistent idiot! I don't know when Prince Yi, who appeared outside the door, pushed open the door in some annoyance. Look at Zhuo Li, who is lying on the ground, still waving his arms. I can't help but be dumbfounded, what kind of stubborn person does this have to be?

Since leaving here in the afternoon, except for Zhuo Li's mental behavior. The prince knew everything that was happening here, and his cultivation was enough for him to know the movements of anyone within a radius of ten miles even if he didn't go out of the room, and knowing the behavior of Zhuo Li, who was close at hand, he didn't even have to sit still to enter the country and leave his body.

When Zhuo Li began to write, snooped on himself, then searched for things, and finally practiced swords and fainted. All under the watchful eye of the prince, he didn't want to interrupt Zhuo Li, because this kid was too stubborn.

The defeated sword is a move evolved from the foundation of the Dao Xuan, and it is necessary to use the true yuan sword in order to use it properly. If you impose discipline in other ways, you will be counterattacked. The light one's consciousness is turbulent and unconscious, and the heavy one is destroyed by the sea of Qi of Yuan Dan, scattering the three souls and seven spirits of people, and since then ** and soul souls have been annihilated.

The first few times he practiced secretly, Zhuo Li had already tasted the consequences several times, especially the last time, if he hadn't found it in time, he would have repaired Zhuo Li's body veins with his own true yuan. I'm afraid that both the real prince and this fake prince will die in front of him.

Isn't he afraid of death? Isn't he afraid of death without reincarnation?

The prince had tried to get him to learn how to control the true element first, and then practice the sword defeat moves later. However, this stupid boy's ability to perceive Zhenyuan is almost zero!

He couldn't feel Zhenyuan, even if Zhenyuan's abundant left eye was on this kid's body, and it was a body that successfully "cleansed" the marrow for the first time.

If you can't feel the true element, you naturally can't talk about using the true element. The prince only felt that Jiang Lang was exhausted, how could he think of a body that had successfully cleansed the marrow and entered the Dao Xuan, and he couldn't feel the true yuan?!

The prince sighed, picked up Zhuo Li and put him on the couch, and pressed his fingers on the veins of Zhuo Li's wrists. Thankfully, there weren't any major surprises this time.

Rest assured and worried, the prince rubbed his temples vigorously with his hands, he was too tired these days, too many accidents made him exhausted, and he couldn't help but be tired after more than a month of sleepless days and nights. What caught him off guard the most was that the speed at which the turbid qi in the center of the earth eroded Yuan Dan suddenly accelerated, and the limit day was advanced to a time that exceeded his expectations, and he even smelled the breath of death!

The successor of the guardian of the Qing Dynasty has not yet been cultivated, and the future of this kid in front of him is uncertain, and the Yuan Dan of the junior brother cannot be returned...... This series of events made the prince not feel at ease before leaving. He wanted to think of the quickest and most effective way to solve these problems.

The Prince regretted that the end of his life was approaching, and his approach became extreme. Impatient behavior derailed the Prince's calculations, and he was a man of poor calculations. The reason why he was able to run rampant in the world was all because of his cultivation and experience. And these are the last things he needs now.

Zhuo Li's stubborn behavior reminded him of a persistent junior brother. At least at this point, two people can be drawn almost like the same kind. Just now, he even had some naïve assumptions: maybe this time, Zhuo Li would rely on his unremitting efforts and dedication to successfully defeat the sword and feel the power of Zhenyuan. However, he forgot a truth he himself had always known: that those who seek things must not only have perseverance, but also find the right way.

The wrong way to deal with things will result in failure. It's like the cure for hunger is to eat food, but you have to work hard with hunger, and the result will be known without much thought.

looked at Zhuo Li, who was in a coma, and lost the mood of 'watching the show' when he washed the marrow last time. There was a trace of tenderness in the corners of his eyes, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart: Could it be that a child who worked so hard and even did not care about life and death was spurned by the sky? There was no place for this lone star in the vast sky? Once upon a time, the prince knew that creation made people and the world was cruel, but it was the first time that he felt the coldness of heaven's will from his heart......

Or is this emotion, which makes the sky affectionate.

Zhuo Li woke up leisurely, confused, looked at the prince beside the bed, and said with a difficult smile: "I'm sorry, the villain disobeyed the prince's order again, please punish him!"

The prince noticed that Zhuo Li had come to his senses, and said angrily: "I will punish this body and bones again." Didn't it cost you your life?"

Zhuo Li maintained this stiff smile: "Thank you for your forgiveness!"

The prince said solemnly: "That's fine." Now I'll tell you why, all this time, I've stopped you from practicing the Defeated Sword. ”

"The defeated sword move comes from the root of the Dao Xuan, and it needs to be practiced with the true element, if it is forcibly practiced. will be counterattacked, and the result will be nine deaths. ”

A bitter smile appeared on Zhuo Li's face again: "Even so. I still can't escape a dead word as a result?!"

It is true that to be attacked by the sword is death; without cultivation, it is a matter of time before the identity is exposed, and although the current situation is confused, one day it will be necessary to return to the Qing Kingdom. It's also a death. Is there any difference between death and death?

Practicing the sword is looking for death, but at least there is a possible opportunity. It is gambling, and inaction is waiting for death, and there is no escape from death at all.

The former has very little hope, and I'm afraid whoever it is, will choose.

The prince was speechless, he understood man's desire to survive.

After a long time, the prince sighed and said, "Put away your smile that is more ugly than crying." You won this game!"

Zhuo Li suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you teach me some simple martial arts to defend myself?"

The prince didn't expect the turning point to be here: since he couldn't feel the true yuan, he retreated to the next best?

There was a hint of smugness in Zhuo Li's eyes, yes. He's not the kind of adventurer who goes his own way. He did this because he wanted to force the prince to teach him some of the most basic means of preserving his life. If he can feel the true essence one day, it will not be too late to learn Dao techniques again.

The prince turned to laugh, but he didn't expect that he would go through several emperors and protect the Qing Kingdom for hundreds of years. Today, he made a mistake for a while, but he was calculated by this yellow-headed child. Or maybe it's really that he's old and sluggish! He didn't get angry, but felt a little happy, and maybe this is the joy of preaching and teaching. After all, Zhuo Li is also a disciple of his own nameless.

But what to teach him? This time the prince was really stumped, and his mind was rapidly searching for memories of martial arts classics......

The result: no!

At the age of seven, he perceived the true element. Fourteen-year-old marrow washing. Eighteen years old, all laws are universal. At the age of twenty, he turned into a star and spied on the mysteries of the universe. He is a rare genius in the sect. The proud disciple of the head of the family. If it weren't for the incident of the junior brother making a big fuss about falling to Xianfeng, I am afraid that he would be the next leader.

In the face of Zhuo Li's request, the prince realized that the rejection of Zhuo Li was caused by the instinct to cover up his shortcomings.

"This ......," the prince said with some embarrassment, "that ...... Do you really want to practice those unsightly, savage, mundane moves?"

Zhuo Li nodded.

The prince was embarrassed, so he simply broke the jar and said, "Lao Tzu won't!"

"How is that possible?" Zhuo Li looked at the prince incredulously.

"You are Prince Yi with a sword in your hand, proud of the world!"

"No, no," said the prince arrogantly. I said in my heart: Damn, it took me a lot of effort to find a samurai to teach my junior brother's kung fu, and I also lost the good 'daughter red' on the three altars. Just by virtue of the relationship between you kid and me, there is no door, no door!

"Can't you do a single move?" Zhuo Li would not believe that the prince would not be able to do martial arts.

"Lao Tzu is practicing Taoism, fairy swords, and sword moves are all driven by the true yuan, and brute force will not be used!" The prince's face was angry, and since he met this Zhuo Li boy, he seemed to have a lot more anger.

Zhuo Li didn't give up, and asked, "So, what about the three ways of cutting trees?" and had to say what the prince overheard when he was fighting the assassins.

"What?" the prince was about to go away. "That's the three axes of the Tang Kingdom's Holy General Cheng Guogong! Do you think those two assassins are rice buckets?"

Only then did Zhuo Li know the origin of the Jiao Fu in the prince's mouth at that time: Cheng Guogong of Tang Guo, the third hero of Lingyan Pavilion of Tang Guo, a 136-pound mixed yuan axe to kill all the heroes in the world, and he only used three and a half moves at most. Before he was born, he had been a Jiaofu for seven years in Qilin Mountain in the western border of the Tang Kingdom......

If it continues, the prince will probably be annoyed and angry, and he may not be able to slash Zhuo Li with a sword.

Fortunately, with the foreshadowing of the previous article, Zhuo Lili fainted immediately. The prince smiled with satisfaction and said, "Boy, I am full of current affairs. ”

The prince walked out of the room proudly, and suddenly thought of something, and said in his heart: "How can I be so forgetful, why have I forgotten that there are such two acquaintances in the Imperial City of Susa? ”

couldn't help but think of Fang Cai's conversation, and scolded secretly: "Uninformed boy, I really think that the three styles of cutting trees are so simple!"

Wait! The three ways of cutting down trees are the dialogues of the Assassins. And what about the conversation I had with the prince later? The prince quickly recalled Zhuo Li's position at that time—everything was clear.

Looking at Zhuo Li's bedroom, the prince smiled again, and said in his heart: You will pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The children can be taught!