Thang Long City.

It is the sixth emperor of the Yuntian Empire, that is, the capital set up by Emperor Taizu who moved from the south to the north. After four generations and more than 200 years, Thang Long City has gradually replaced the original southern Proud Dragon City and become the richest city in the Yuntian Empire since the current Shengshang ascended the throne.

The palace of King Weiyuan is located in the southeast of Thang Long City, at the intersection of Dongqinglong Street and South Suzaku Street, which is the rich area of Thang Long City.

After entering the prince's mansion, Ling Fei was still a little dazed, and came to the little prince's courtyard in a twist and turn, and Chu Mo and the others retreated and went to report today's abnormality to the prince.

The courtyard is built on the mountain, accompanied by the water, and the flower beds are tightly clustered, and the fragrance is overflowing. Although it is not big here, there are all kinds of flowers, plants, gardens, mountains, etc., and the layout is not gorgeous, but it is plain and light, elegant and decent.

Everything here was so unfamiliar, Ling Fei was extremely tired, and there was an indescribable sour taste in his heart, spreading his body and mind.

Who is Ling Fei, Chu Hao, Lao Tzu?!

Pushing open the door of the room, Ling Fei did not lie on the bed immediately, but stared at the mirror on the table in the room for a long time before finally couldn't help but scold:

"My handsome and masculine evil face that has swept thousands of beautiful girls, how did it become such a creamy little girl!"

Ling Fei was extremely angry, he knew that what he hated most in the past was this kind of little white face, but Chu Hao, the son of this world, was born so annoying!

I have been suppressing my emotions in my heart, as if I have found an outlet at this moment and completely released it!

Ling Fei didn't care about anything, first threw the mirror on the ground and smashed it, and then picked up everything in the room that could be thrown away, and vented wildly.

I don't know how long it took for him to vent this out, until he sat on the edge of the bed panting, pulling the mullion on the side of the bed, his muscles were bulging, and his face was overflowing with tears that he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness......

Lao Tzu is not dead, Lao Tzu is not dead......

Looking at everything in the room, Ling Fei wanted to daxiao very much, but he couldn't laugh and wanted to cry loudly, but his throat was extremely hoarse...... He remembered a lot of people, remembered a lot of things, and the two memories seemed to slowly converge at this moment......

"Little prince, what's going on?"

The servants outside the door had long been alarmed by Ling Fei's crazy actions, but no one dared to come in just standing outside the door.

"Get out! get out of here!" Chu Hao roared with a crying voice, and the servants outside the door were suddenly frightened and scattered. Finally, Ling Fei's nerves could no longer stand such a load, and as soon as he turned his head, he collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep......

This night, in the dim sleep, in the haze, countless strange and familiar faces appeared, fragmented, but Ling Fei couldn't name it......

In his previous life, he was an orphan who lived in a small county and town in China, but fortunately when he was nine years old, he was discovered by Yunyou, the head of the Casting Sect, and was accepted as a closed disciple and brought back to Kong Yu Mountain.

Ling Fei has been very rebellious since he was a child, and the bumps and tribulations of life have made him have a weak and firm heart. More than ten years on Kong Yushan were the happiest days of his life. However, as a cultivator, he didn't have a single spiritual root, and if it weren't for the rare talent of casting and fire control, he would have been drowned by the tide of cultivation without a trace.

So, after cultivating the truth, he became uninhibited and cynical. And at the age of twenty-three, his casting talent finally came to the fore in the cultivation realm, forging a master-level eight-rank treasure weapon!

Since then, the name Ling Fei has spread throughout the cultivation world, and has become the object of worship of countless people of the younger generation. However, God is fair, and after he has an honor and reputation that others can't get in their lifetime, his cultivation level is also exposed to the eyes of outsiders. Waste without spiritual roots!

What an ironic and harsh title!

Even though there was an endless stream of people asking him to cast in the cultivation realm, the discussion behind it had never stopped!

So, he began to do not do his job, relying on his talents, unfettered, and free every day...... Until, Liu Meier's sword, completely woke him up......

All this ...... It's all about him hiding that weak heart...... Why, others can have a spiritual root, but I can only be a waste of refining tools......

What he wants is not a refiner, but a rookie cultivator in front of people!

Chu Hao suddenly woke up at the moment of his death, and all along, it was his pathetic self-esteem that was causing trouble......

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When Ling Fei woke up from the bed, the setting sun reflected the scenery in the house a little dim.

Everything in front of you, whether it is the roof beams, bed lattices, or other things, is full of antique flavor, here is spotless, there is no dust breath, and naturally there is no fairy spirit lingering.

It turns out that it's all true.

Just when he was sleeping, the two memories in his mind had converged one after another, and now he had all the information about Chu Hao, the son of this world, including Chu Hao's first time flirting with a girl from a good family, the first time he peeked at the maid taking a bath, and even the first time he shot a bird at the wall, etc., all of which were missing.

Ling Fei got up from the bed and rubbed his head, he was not a person who abides by reason, since it was a foregone conclusion, then accept it safely! As for the rest, to hell with it!

From now on, Lao Tzu's name will be Chu Hao!

The little prince can flirt with beauties with a birdcage in the sunny weather in the bright fish and meat town!

I like it!

Ling Fei touched his chin, looked at everything in the house, pushed open the door, and let the servants come in to clean up.

Stretching his waist, Ling Fei looked at the flower beds in the courtyard, and the purple and red in the dusk were even more gorgeous. At this moment, after the servants had finished cleaning, the maids had already arrived in the courtyard with their dinners.

He began to adapt to his current identity and searched for Chu Hao's memories - before the age of fifteen, Chu Hao was a well-deserved peerless genius, the country next to the Yuntian Empire, and Chu Hao's name was also rumored!

But how has this changed now?

A person's physique can be changed just by going mad?

And today's outing, what's going on?

In Chu Hao's memory, Ling Fei knew that this shijie was the shijie where the strong were supreme, and like the cultivation realm in the previous life, the cultivation level here was also divided into several levels, and even the name was exactly the same!

- For example, the acquired realm in martial arts has been divided into three levels, refining the body, refining the bones, and refining the skin;

This is the same as in the previous life, a person who learns martial arts, only by first practicing a good haode physique and replenishing his dantian, can he consolidate his muscles and bones, and make his body stronger!

The innate is the realm of qi training, -- before the qi training period, all the martial artists use is the acquired qi, but this air flow is not pure, mixed with too much natural filth! and only by transforming all the acquired qi into innate qi can we achieve the effect of washing away the filth in the true qi, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and achieving the effect of qi training.

This realm can be regarded as entering the hall in cultivation!

Therefore, the martial artist in the Qi training period is also called a Qi Practitioner, the so-called Qi Practitioner is to peep into the doorway of cultivation, you can be reborn, the physical body is secondary, and you only need to practice Qi to supplement yourself!

In the memory of Chu Hao's son, the martial artist of the innate realm in this shijie, even if he is a master of a generation, it is possible to be knighted and crowned!

On top of that, there is the aura that the innate qi has turned into, that is, the realm of true yuan power that he relied on his thoughts in his previous life, - the realm of foundation building and Jindan!

And after the foundation is built, there are five levels in each stage!

For example, the first level of foundation building, the second level of foundation building...... Level 5 Jindan!

After that, it is the Yuan Baby, Yin and Yang, out of the body.

On this continent, it seems that the first-level Jindan realm is the highest level known, and as for the higher level, in the memory of the prince, there is no record in any classics!

This made Ling Fei have a lot of doubts, after all, in his original shijie, there were old monsters with Yuan Infant and even Yin and Yang Period, like the Taishang Elder of his own refining sect, who was one of them.

And this shijie seems to be too backward, right?

Ling Fei didn't believe in his heart that the first level of Jindan was the ultimate end of cultivation, in his mind, this innate and acquired qi was similar to internal force, when the ninth level of qi cultivation peaked, and then advanced, the internal force would evolve into true yuan force, so as to reach the realm that qi practitioners dreamed of, that is, the foundation building realm in the cultivation realm!

This shijie has the existence of true yuan power, and there is also the existence of a master above the innate, so Ling Fei naturally believes that there will also be a more superior level existence, just like the shijie before him!

It's just that this shijie is different from the shijie that was dominated by the monastic sect before, and the cultivation here seems to be very decaying on the way, and it even lets the imperial power stand above the cultivators.

Ling Fei thought about it like this as he ate dinner. At this moment, it was already dusk, and Ling Fei was about to go back to the room to check this body, but outside the door, a spirited gray-clothed old man walked out, and said respectfully to Ling Fei: "Little prince, the prince is summoned in the study. ”

This person is the steward of the palace, Liu Lao. Ling Fei learned from Chu Hao's memory that Liu Lao had watched Chu Hao grow up since he was a child, he was amiable, and he was also a servant to Chu Hao.

Ling Fei's heartbeat was a little violent, and in response, he followed Liu Lao out of the courtyard and towards the study.

The palace was huge, and it took nearly seven or eight minutes to come to the door of the study. At this moment, the sky was dark, the window paper in the study was shining with dim and flickering candlelight, and a majestic figure and paper-cutting appeared in the eyes.

Liu Lao stood still outside the door, hung his head, and did not say a word. And Ling Fei's nose was sour, but he pushed open the study and walked in.

The study room is decorated extremely elegantly, the hall is spacious and bright, clean and tidy, the objects placed are extremely simple and casual, you can see the brocade scrolls and silks that have been read everywhere, and the sandalwood wafts out of the hall, mixed with a faint tea fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

In the whole study, there is only a desk, a coffee table, and two chairs. A small stove is placed next to the chair to make tea, and the table is placed on the square plate, and the copper crane stove beside the table smokes bursts of sandalwood, such as orchid chrysanthemum, refreshing people's hearts.

In the center of the study, a middle-aged man in a golden robe stood with his hands in his hands. The middle-aged man looks very royal, with thick eyebrows and wide forehead, looking up to the moon bone to the hairline, and the hair with white silk on his temples hangs down to his shoulders, and his every move is full of grace and luxury.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's face did not have any extravagance and domineering, but was full of tiredness and fatigue, looking at Ling Fei's gaze, full of love and complexity.

Ling Fei looked at the middle-aged man in a daze for a long time. He didn't call his father, but subconsciously called: "Daddy......"

This father made him feel sad, I don't know if he thought of Chu Yunfei's middle-aged life of losing his son and wife, or thinking of his biological parents who had never even met him......