Cultivating Master In City

Unwilling to lie in bed waiting for death, Zhou Yi, when bored, walks into the Sutra Pavilion in the palace and reads all kinds of ancient books, hoping to find a way to vent his spiritual power.

Just turned over one book after another. Zhou Yi's physique is rare in the world. There is no record in the book. Gradually, Zhou Yi's heart became more desperate.

"What is this?" Zhou Yi wondered, looking at a dusty ancient book in the corner.

"Poof"

With a gentle blow, the dust fell away, and a yellow booklet came into Zhou Yi's eyes.

There are two big characters written in complex Liwen on it

Peeping into Nirvana

"Peeping into Nirvana"? Looking at these two obscure characters, Zhou Yi looked puzzled.

If there is any precious cultivation script, it will not be left here, but Zhou Yi was deeply attracted by the text on the first page.

"With a weak body, you can still feel the extreme way of martial arts, which is regarded as peeping."

"Reshaping the flesh with the help of other methods with the sick and weak body is regarded as Nirvana"

On the first page, there were two lines of such strange small characters. Yi Chen thought carefully in his heart for a little while and didn't understand what this meant.

Putting aside his doubts, Zhou Yi solemnly opened the second page, which was actually a picture of villains with strange postures.

Looking at the shapes of these villains, Zhou Yi suddenly realized that this peeping Nirvana was actually a cultivation method for the purpose of shaping the flesh.

Zhou Yi immediately smiled bitterly. His body can only practice some foreign Kung Fu, but he is completely immune to the cultivation method. Although he has a huge spiritual power in his body, he can't use a penny, otherwise his meridians will be destroyed by the spiritual power, so he will really be reduced to "waste".

Zhou Yi, who wanted to give up the book, didn't know where he came from. He read the book silently.

This is the Tianxuan continent, a world of martial arts. In the south, there is the Daxiang Prajna temple, in the north, there is the Binghai Liuli sect, and in the East and West, there are forces such as the Dali Dynasty.

In the middle of Xuantian continent, that is, the center of the continent, there are various forces entrenched. Except for some forces hidden in the dark, among them, the seven emperors and five sects are strong, but their practice methods are almost as usual except for their different attributes.

However, the skill recorded in peeping at nirvana is different from that in Xuantian. It focuses on the soul and the flesh, and seeks the transcendence of the ideological realm. Even if the flesh is destroyed, the soul will survive forever.

On the other hand, Zhou Yi at this time is very suitable for practicing peeping into nirvana, because his meridians are abandoned and blocked, and his spiritual power cannot be vented, but it does not affect the cultivation of the soul. Maybe he can also feel a different avenue of cultivation. But Zhou Yi just thought about it in his heart. If he had such good luck, he would not end up now.

After placing peeping into nirvana in his clothes, Zhou Yi walked slowly towards the hospital with light steps.

On the way, I met many servant girls and domestic servants. They said hello to Zhou Yi, but they began to talk about it before Zhou Yi went far.

"It's said that his Highness the prince will distribute border areas at the end of the year. I don't know whether it's true or false?"

"Of course it's true. It should have been implemented as early as two years ago, but it was forcibly delayed by the Lord for such a long time."

"Hey, who let his Highness the son of the world have no martial arts qualification? It's his turn to blame himself."

"Shh, keep your voice down, your highness hasn't gone far"

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Zhou Yi doesn't know how much he has heard. His face is as usual and his steps are still light, but his heart seems to have been stabbed several times.

"Ouch, isn't this your Highness the son of the world? If you don't lie down on the bed and do something, be careful and flash your waist!" when Zhou Yi lowered his head and walked, a handsome young man in black suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhou Yi frowns slightly when he hears the speech. This handsome young man in black is Yi Sheng, the adopted son of the seventh Lord. He is Zhou Yi's eldest brother, but they have no feelings, and Yi Sheng hates Zhou Yi very much.

When Zhou Yi's mother failed to give birth to a son, when the seventh Lord was disappointed, she accepted an adopted son. She wanted to let him inherit the throne, but she didn't expect to have a noble son in middle age and love him very much. She ignored the adopted son Yi Sheng, and the throne has nothing to do with him.

What he should have got was occupied by others. He developed an easy to win and gloomy character since childhood. He didn't like words and hated Zhou Yi very much. He would tease and laugh at Zhou Yi who was like waste.

"In another year, you will no longer be your highness. You can only go to the place where birds don't shit and have a plain meal. You can't come back all your life, ha ha!" Yi Sheng stimulated when he saw that Zhou Yi didn't respond.

"You are just a waste and have no martial arts cultivation qualification. If you inherit the throne, the whole palace will be humiliated by you. Honestly roll back to the wild frontier, where is your world.". Yi Sheng thought to himself that he only dared to keep these words in his heart. If they were spread out, he would be affected and might be expelled from the palace.

Zhou Yi's face is as usual. Over the years, he has been ridiculed and humiliated too much, which has created his character of forbearance and tenacity. Such a degree of humiliation is out of reach for him. He gently raised his mouth and smiled, then wiped Yi Sheng's shoulder and left calmly.

"As long as I'm still alive, I'll be the son of a day. How can you show off here?" Zhou Yi said coldly.

This sentence is like a thorn that pierces into Yi Sheng's heart. Yi Sheng holds his hands tightly and looks angry. When he hesitates for a moment to attack, the boy in front of him has already left.

"Without strength, even a slave can ride on my head..." Zhou Yi showed a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He suddenly turned around and punched the wall.

Of course, the walls are made of marble, and the material is extremely hard. In addition, Zhou Yi does not use strength, so the walls are not damaged at all. Zhou Yi's white hands are damaged, and the blood stains the walls red.

The blood "tick tock" fell. The boy seemed to feel no pain. His face was expressionless and let the blood fall.

The pain of the wound is not as painful as the pain of the heart. Zhou Yi raises his head 360 degrees and looks up at the sky.

"There is no place for Zhou Yi to live in the vast land of heaven and Xuan!" Zhou Yi roared wildly. The voice spread to the sky and stayed for a moment, as if there was an echo left.

The royal residence has long been used to this sound, but after the sound appeared, a graceful woman appeared eagerly in front of Zhou Yi.

"Why do you do stupid things again!" the girl has a melon seed face, long and picturesque eyebrows, a small mouth under the bridge of her petite nose, thin lips, and the whole face is delicate and beautiful. It doesn't smell of human fireworks, but now she looks sad like a resentful woman.

"Little tea, do you think I'm a waste!" Zhou Yi looked at the sky numbly, and his lips were a little white because of blood loss.

The girl named Xiaocha didn't answer Zhou Yi's question. She eagerly took the gauze she carried with her and carefully wrapped Zhou Yi's injured hand.

"If others say you're a waste, it's not waste, but if you say you're a waste, you're a waste!" said the little tea in a silver bell voice with a trace of coldness.

"If others say you're a waste, it's not waste, but if you say you're a waste, you're a waste!"

This sentence has great wisdom. After hearing it, Zhou Yi was a little distracted. His mind kept recalling this sentence, and the whole person fell into his thoughts.

"Xiaocha, thank you!" Zhou Yi tightly hugged Xiaocha in his arms.

Xiaocha's face was slightly red. Instead of pushing away the boy in front of her, she buried her petite face in Zhou Yi's arms. At this moment, an inexplicable palpitation came from her hot heart.

Although the young man has no martial arts qualification, he has taken good care of little tea over the years. Beside the young man's beautiful face, warm words, as if they reappeared yesterday, continue to reverberate in the girl's heart for a long time.

"Little tea, what's the crime of you breaking into the inner house without my command!" when they were "lingering", Yi Sheng's fierce drink suddenly sounded on one side.

Xiaocha is a maid in Yisheng's hospital. She looks beautiful but has a low status. Now, after hearing Yisheng's fierce drinking, Jiao's body quickly breaks free from Zhou Yi's arms and retreats to Yisheng's side.

Zhou Yi looks slightly angry and holds his hands tightly. He is about to start with Yi Sheng!

"It's the bad maidservant that makes the young master angry!" although Yi Sheng is an adopted son, after all, he bears the name of the seventh Lord. Besides, Yi Sheng is the second most important cultivation in martial arts. How dare she resist? She motioned to Zhou Yi in her eyes.

Xiaocha's pitiful eyes made Zhou Yi's heart pull, but he knew that he could not have any conflict with Yi Shengqi, and his hands reluctantly loosened.

"A slave is a slave. If you don't obey me, you won't have to eat these days!" Yi Sheng deliberately scolded Xiaocha and glanced at Zhou Yi from time to time. He was in a great mood when he saw Zhou Yi's helpless and painful expression.

Yi Sheng thinks of Zhou Yi's humiliation to himself just now. He secretly cries Shuang. His right hand is even carried on Xiaocha's shoulder, pretending to be ambiguous.

"Enough!" Zhou Yi's body was like electricity. In an instant, he approached Yi Sheng's body. His hands seemed to have the power of gold, and grabbed Yi Sheng who had not been stunned!

After more than ten years of forbearance, Zhou Yi never showed his strength. Now when he saw Xiaocha humiliated, his body was out of control and rushed towards Yi Sheng without any hesitation.

Yi Sheng was slightly stunned. Before he responded, Zhou Yi's fierce attack came. Before he moved, Zhou Yi's hands grasped Yi Sheng's arms tightly!

After all, Yi Sheng is a martial artist in the dual realm of martial arts. His physical reaction suddenly appears and wants to break away from Zhou Yi's hands, but he can't get rid of it no matter how hard he tries!