Chapter 627 Preparation
After eating, he left the prince's residence.
According to his point of view, it would be unwise to leave the house rashly without a bodyguard.
Although the safety of the imperial city, especially the inner city, is worry-free, what if we really don't encounter anyone who can open our eyes.
If your cultivation is not enough, you will really suffer a loss. Even if you can take revenge, it will be useless.
If it were him, he really wouldn't take the risk.
But now he is an incarnation, and according to the temperament of the original owner Chu Liezhao, he will never shrink back and dare not go out on the street.
Fire trees and silver flowers, prosperous and brilliant.
This was the impression the imperial city gave him.
Strolling on the wide and noisy street, Chu Zhiyuan looked around with a smile on his lips.
On both sides of the street, restaurants with bright lights and the sound of silk, bamboo and singing rose up from the ground, reaching into the sky.
The atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth permeated the air.
He was followed by Youlan and four guards, just like ordinary wealthy children.
After walking around, I felt hungry, so I randomly found a restaurant and went in.
The Feiyue Restaurant was very lively.
The drinkers gathered at a table in twos and threes, drinking and laughing.
There is a high platform in the central patio of the restaurant.
Anyone sitting in the restaurant can see the performance on the high platform.
At this time, there was a group of women on the stage wearing gauze clothes and white gauze covering their faces, dancing with swords to the sound of the piano.
If the sound of the piano is exciting, the sword dance will speed up; if the sound of the piano is slow, the dance will be leisurely.
Chu Zhiyuan sat at a table and looked at the female dancers on the stage.
These nine women all have good cultivation.
The figure is graceful and graceful, and the dance with the sword is a bit more heroic.
The combination of strength and softness gives strong visual stimulation.
"Okay——!"
"Enough!"
……
In the restaurant, cheers and applause sounded from time to time, one after another.
Chu Zhiyuan watched with great interest, and his super sense allowed him to appreciate the beauty and grace of their postures.
He found that when the nine girls danced at the same time, they matched a strange rhythm, which made their charm even more charming.
A little more charming, a little more confusing.
Like a dream, infinitely beautiful.
Chu Zhiyuan turned his head and said: "Auntie, what kind of skill is this?"
Youlan sat next to him, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, calm and calm: "It should be a technique derived from the demon clan, Chaoshen Yin."
"They practice magic skills?"
"It is a branch derived from magic skills. Many dances are practiced by everyone. It can resonate with the five senses and enhance the performance effect."
"It seems like magic has penetrated into every aspect of our lives."
"Both demonic and demonic arts have quick results, and they are just what they want."
"Don't they know the dangers of demonic arts and demonic arts?"
"Every gain must come with a loss. What's more, those who practice these are often people with mediocre qualifications. They cannot reach the state of transformation, and the harm is limited."
The dangers of demonic arts and demonic arts can only be revealed when one reaches the state of transformation into gods.
Before reaching the realm of gods, there were only advantages of quick success and tyranny, but no disadvantages.
Chu Zhiyuan enjoyed the sword dance while drinking, and cheered from time to time to blend in with the surrounding drinkers.
After the nine girls finished dancing with the sword and stepped back gracefully, several girls came up wearing veils and holding harps, sat down and began to play the harps.
Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze and looked around.
People around him also lost their enthusiasm and started talking to their tablemates.
Some people discussed the sword dance just now, which one was more beautiful and which one was more worth watching.
Others talk about gossip.
Youlan suddenly frowned and said softly: "Your Highness, do you want to compete with His Highness the Twelve?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Auntie, did you hear it?"
"Is it true?"
"Yeah."
"Your Highness..."
"I have to let my father see my qualifications, right? To save him from calling me a deadwood all day long."
"..."
"Then there's Jingsi Cliff. After winning twelve, it's time for me to change places, right?" Chu Zhiyuan snorted.
"...Your Highness, are you sure?" Youlan asked.
If Your Highness can really win, it will indeed be of great benefit and change people's impression in one fell swoop. In this world, the strong are respected.
The same person has a bad temper and is irritable. If his cultivation is strong enough, that is the personality of a strong person who can be tolerant. If his cultivation is not enough and his qualifications are poor, then he is a waste.
As long as His Highness shows extraordinary qualifications, he can tolerate being grumpy and irritable.
Chu Zhiyuan said calmly: "It's a piece of cake!"
Youlan smiled and said: "Your Highness, His Highness the Twelve are also very qualified."
"He is vulnerable to me."
"...Let me first inquire about the situation of His Highness Twelve Princes." Youlan said.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
In front of the fourth prince, I felt a slight threat, in front of the sixth prince I didn't feel any threat, and in front of the twelfth prince I felt no threat at all.
The Fourth Prince's cultivation is indeed strong, and the Great Light Fist should not be weak either. You need to be careful when facing him.
The Sixth Prince and the Twelfth Prince are in no danger and can be defeated at will.
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But to be on the safe side, it should be able to break through in another ten days.
Once you reach the fifth turn, you will have more confidence.
This is a decisive battle, a battle for rise, and there is no room for failure.
——
In the evening of the next day, as soon as he returned to the palace, he saw Chu Zhen, Chu Qiao and Concubine Hui there.
Concubine Hui was lying on the concubine's couch in the small pavilion in the courtyard. When she saw him appearing, she glanced at him sideways: "Hey, His Highness the Ninth Prince is finally back."
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists: "Why is the mother-in-law here?"
"I can't come?" Concubine Hui snorted: "You are so brave, you dare to compete with Twelve!"
Chu Zhen said hurriedly: "Brother, Brother Twelve is very powerful."
Chu Qiao nodded vigorously: "Brother Twelve is most powerful with the Great Light Fist. Anyone who can beat him by two turns may not be his opponent."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "What a coincidence, what I am best at is also the Great Light Fist."
The two women looked at him helplessly.
How could they not know whether Chu Liezhao practiced the Great Light Fist or not?
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and punched out.
A faint fist mark appeared three meters away, looming.
It's like an ice sculpture's fist appears in the lake.
"Bang!"
The void exploded.
The wind howled.
Chu Zhiyuan put back his fist and looked at the three women with a smile.
"Awesome, big brother!" Chu Zhen cheered immediately.
Chu Qiao looked at him in surprise.
Concubine Hui hummed: "It's not a skill to be able to use it like this."
The most difficult thing about Da Guangming Fist is facing the enemy.
You can show your power by practicing by yourself or competing with your companions.
But once facing the enemy, if the state of mind cannot match the realm of light, then all the power will be lost.
This is a common problem among almost all Da Guangming Fist practitioners.
"Mom, this is already very good." Chu Zhen said dissatisfied: "Second brother can't practice this well usually."
Concubine Hui said: "Zhao'er, Twelve is the closest to His Highness the Fourth. I treat you like this to protect His Majesty the Fourth Highness."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
Concubine Hui said: "Child Twelve is honest and kind, and is a good boy."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Concubine, do you want me to show mercy?"
But he understood Concubine Hui's thoughts.
By explaining the kindness and honesty of the twelfth prince, he dispelled his own hatred and resentment.
Therefore, when competing with the Twelve Princes, his state of mind can match the light.
In this way, the power of the Great Light Fist can be exerted.
"That's right, show mercy." Concubine Hui said: "After all, you are brothers, not enemies. It is the same with the Fourth Highness, you are connected by blood."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Okay, I will only beat him to tears, not hurt him."
Chu Qiaojiao smiled and said: "Brother, if you can win, my father will definitely look at you differently."
Chu Zhen nodded vigorously.
Concubine Hui didn't say much.
Chu Zhiyuan thought to himself.
It seems that the emperor's attitude towards the original owner may not necessarily be due to the original owner's temper and nonsense.
(End of chapter)