Capital City, the imperial city of Yunhuang Empire.
In the thirty-third year of Yunhuang, it was winter. After a heavy snowfall, the capital city was covered with a layer of silver. The setting sun made the entire capital city look particularly beautiful. It had a radius of a hundred miles and could accommodate hundreds of people.
The bustling city with a population of 10,000 is extremely lively on this day.
However, in the evening of that day, the Royal School Ground in the Capital City was filled with a chilling atmosphere. The central area of the school ground was a huge circular platform, which was made of blue stones and sprinkled with sprinkles.
Because of the blood stains, this platform was called the Blood Killing Platform by people in the palace. The Blood Killing Platform was the place where the royal disciples practiced their martial arts.
At this moment, a whistling sound came from the blood-killing platform. This was the sound of the storm produced by the movement of fists and feet. The sand and stones on the ground of the blood-killing platform were turbulent, and the gang energy was raging. Tall figures stood on it.
When you practice kung fu, the power between your fists and palms becomes fierce.
His movements were natural and natural, as if he had the bearing of a master.
But under a big tree to the east of the blood-killing platform, there stood a young man with a shabby figure. The young man had delicate features and a thin face. He stared at the sky with blurred eyes, full of loneliness and desolation, as if he had never belonged to this world.
, seems out of tune with this world.
"Eighteen years, exactly eighteen years." The young man stared into the void and muttered to himself. There was a trace of nostalgia in his tone, a nostalgia for the past life, a nostalgia for everything in the past life. The world in the past life was a highly developed technology.
Civilized world, but the world in this life is an ancient world where martial arts is respected.
People in this world are similar to Qi practitioners in ancient China. They practice Xuan Gong, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper their bodies, practice against the heavens, and reach the point of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth. Some even have great longevity and become immortal figures.
, everything is like a fairy tale.
The boy's name is Chu Yi. In his previous life, he worked as a freelancer after graduating from Chinese University. In his free time, he liked to travel to famous mountains. Therefore, he also made many friends online. Once, Chu Yi and a group of travel friends went to Kunlun Mountain. After going through all kinds of hardships, they almost reached the peak.
At the top, Chu Yi accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the cliff and died.
When Chu Yi woke up, Chu Yi found that he was a baby. Chu Yi knew that he had been reincarnated. His rebirth after the disaster made Chu Yi feel happy. Chu Yi had read many rebirth novels, among which
The male protagonist is even more blessed with boundless beauty, endless luck, and dominates the other world.
It's just that Chu Yi only guessed half of it right, because Chu Yi was reincarnated in the royal family and was the ninth prince of the Yunhuang Empire. It is said that this status is enough for Chu Yi to enjoy glory and wealth, and gain many powers that are difficult for ordinary people to obtain. Unfortunately,
What's more, the cruelty of the royal struggle far exceeded Chu Yi's imagination.
Chu Yi began to practice martial arts at the age of six. Chu Yi fantasized about achieving some achievements. Even if he could not become an emperor in the future, he could be a powerful prince. After he started practicing, Chu Yi studied hard and practiced hard. In just three years of practice, he became
There has been some success.
But late one night, Chu Yi was sneaked into the mansion by a mysterious master to destroy the two branches of Ren and Du. From then on, Chu Yi never had the opportunity to step into the innate realm. People from the Imperial Criminal Department investigated for more than half a year without any results, and finally dropped the matter.
What happened when he was twelve years old made Chu Yi even more angry. His mother Li died suddenly late at night. Xu Kaishan, the Minister of Rites, arranged the funeral, but reported to Emperor Yunhuang that he buried his mother's body in a barren wasteland.
There is no other reason than that the Li family was born in a humble background and being buried in the royal cemetery was a disgrace to the royal family's reputation.
Emperor Yunhuang, who was Chu Yi's father in this life, actually played the song accurately without caring about the feelings of Chu Yi and others. In the end, his mother was buried in the wilderness.
Emperor Yunhuang's indifference deeply hurt Chu Yi, making Chu Yi hate Emperor Yunhuang deeply. This series of events made Chu Yi understand the cruelty and bloody nature of the royal struggle, and maybe one day he will be the same as him.
Mother's brother and sister will also encounter misfortune.
However, Chu Yi did not give up. He would secretly resist all this and vowed to let his mother rest in peace one day. Since the meridians were abandoned, Chu Yi had tried every means to repair his Rendu and Du meridians day and night, and finally stepped into the innate world in one fell swoop.
In this realm, you can cultivate unparalleled magical skills, conquer the world with martial arts, and control the world.
However, God seems to be deliberately trying to make things difficult for Chu Yi. Several years have passed, and Chu Yi's two veins have not only not been repaired, but also tended to continue to deteriorate. This made Chu Yi realize the seriousness of the matter. If this continues, he may not be able to survive in his life.
Step into the realm of innateness.
Even if he can repair the Ren and Du lineage in the future, the other princes may have already surpassed him far. In this world where martial arts is respected, Chu Yi has no chance to stand up.
"Chu Yi, come here!" A voice like thunder rang from the bloody battle platform, interrupting Chu Yi's memories.
Chu Yi hurriedly walked towards the blood-killing battle platform. A tall middle-aged man appeared on top of the blood-killing battle platform. The man had a square face and was wearing a green shirt. The shirt rustled in the wind, with his hands behind his back.
As he stood, there was a vague sense of domineering, staring at Chu Yi like a knife.
Chu Yi felt a sense of oppression, and those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Chu Yi's heart. Chu Yi naturally recognized this person. His name was Chu Ruolong, the prince of the Yunhuang Empire, and the teacher who taught martial arts to the royal disciples.
Any prince must respectfully call him "teacher" in front of this person, even the prince is no exception.
"Teacher." Chu Yi stood under the bloody battle platform and saluted respectfully.
"Chu Yi, come up." Chu Ruolong stared at Chu Yi and said calmly.
"Yes!" Chu Yi stepped forward and jumped up, neatly arriving on the bloody battle platform.
"The true energy is pure." Chu Ruolong couldn't help but sigh, but the next moment he changed the topic: "It's a pity that we still haven't stepped into the innate realm, and we will stop here in this life." When Chu Ruolong said this,
An imperceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the eyes of other royal children became extremely playful.
Chu Ruolong stood with his hands behind his back, his tone was full of unquestionable authority, and he sentenced Chu Yi in one sentence. Chu Yi's heart was like a sharp knife slashing him, and he was in extreme pain. Chu Yi gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
"Are you eighteen years old this year?" Chu Ruolong said again.
"Chu Yi just turned eighteen today." Chu Yi said, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart.
"You are eighteen years old, and you still have not entered the realm of innateness. According to the rules of the palace, you are no longer qualified to use the royal family's natural resources, because the royal family's resources are also limited. If this continues, it will be a burden to the royal family. You
Do you understand what I mean?" Chu Ruolong said calmly, his tone indescribably cold and ruthless.
"I...give me some more time, I will definitely be able to step into the innate realm." Chu Yi stammered. For a moment, Chu Yi seemed to have been drained of all his strength. At this moment, he finally realized that he had been
The royal family gave up. This day finally arrived, but it didn't come so quickly.
"Some time? Even if I give you another hundred years, you won't be able to step into the innate realm. Time has proven that you are a waste, a complete waste! If you are given resources again, they will only be wasted. If everyone in the Yunhuang Empire
If you act like this, the empire will have been destroyed long ago." Chu Ruolong said sternly, his eyes were cold, and with a wave of his sleeve, a strong wind blew up.
Suddenly there were waves of strong wind above the ground. The wind blew up and gravel flew, hitting Chu Yi's body. Heartbreaking pain came from Chu Yi's body. Chu Yi took a few steps back, which made Chu Yi
His face was gray, his blood was rushing, his face was red, and his heart was furious, but he knew that he could not resist the person in front of him.
The Yunhuang Empire was founded on martial arts. Martial arts is the basis of being a human being and represents a person's strength. If Chu Yi gets angry and resists, he will only be killed. Even if he has the status of a prince, it will not work, and he, the prince, does not have any
Power and background.
Chu Yi struggled to stand firm, his eyes red.
"Do you understand?" Chu Ruolong said coldly.
"Chu Yi understands!" Chu Yi said respectfully, feeling not despair but sadness in his heart.
"It's good to understand. You don't want to come tomorrow. The father-in-law guarding the Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion over there will bring you some weapons. After all, you are out of the army now." Chu Ruolong said with a joking smile on his lips, his eyes looking towards
Among the woods in the distance.
Sure enough, two old eunuchs came over carrying a large box from a distance. Although the wooden box was very heavy, the two old eunuchs did not feel any difficulty at all. There were only faint footprints left on the ground. When they approached the bloody battle platform
At that moment, the figures of the two old eunuchs soared into the sky, and the next moment they landed on the ground of the bloody battle platform.
"Boom!" A violent sound sounded. The big wooden box was thrown to the ground by two old eunuchs in the air. It shattered into pieces. Suddenly, pieces of rusty weapons were scattered on the ground, including many scraps of copper and iron. To put it bluntly,
They are all just scraps.
"See you, Your Majesty, see you princes." The two old eunuchs saluted respectfully, but when they looked at Chu Yi, they showed a trace of contempt and sneer.
"No need to be polite." Chu Ruolong said lightly: "Is this the weapon you brought from the Cangbing Pavilion?" Chu Ruolong couldn't bear to see the broken copper and iron in this place. After all, Chu Yi was already a
A disabled person, even if he is given a intact sharp blade, Chu Yi cannot stand up.
"Your Majesty, the war is tense now, and all the best weapons have been sent to the front lines." An old eunuch explained in a conspiratorial manner.
"In that case, Chu Yi, come back and choose one." Chu Ruolong smiled casually, and the other princes looked at this scene with a bit of gloating.
"Yes!" A wry smile appeared at the corner of Chu Yi's mouth. His heart seemed a little numb and he didn't care about this. Even if he was given a magic weapon, he couldn't repair the Ren and Du's two veins. He didn't want to care about this matter anymore.
, besides, even if you care about it, it will only lead to more ridicule.
"Let's go." Chu Ruolong waved his sleeves, and his figure floated into the woods and left. The two old eunuchs followed closely and disappeared into the woods.
As soon as the three of them left, the royal disciples on the bloody battlefield burst into wild laughter, and everyone's face was filled with ridicule and disdain.
"Ha ha…."
"Trash, really trash!"
"Twelve years of cultivation have been a waste of the royal family's treasures. Even if these treasures are given to a pig, the pig can become a pig demon."
"Hey, what kind of future can a son of a humble servant in the palace have?" A prince with a tall face sneered.
"In my opinion, letting him come to practice is giving him an advantage. Such a waste should have his title of prince revoked. He has simply lost the face of our royal disciples."
"Giving him a rusty weapon will give him an advantage. In my opinion, these scraps of copper and iron are better than being re-melted to make sharp weapons."
…
The sounds of hot and cold super wind were like burning flames burning all over Chu Yi's body, making Chu Yi unbearable in pain. Chu Yi's breathing felt rapid. Chu Yi stood there with his fists clenched tightly.
Tightly, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Chu Yi's face.
At this moment, Chu Yi felt the coldness filling his soul. The cold wind hit and made Chu Yi's heart even colder. Everyone's ridicule, disdain, and gloating. Maybe Chu Yi was just a spice in life for them.
Chu Yi's mother's smile, his brother's encouragement, and his sister's pretty face gradually appeared in Chu Yi's mind. Chu Yi gradually calmed down and gently raised his head. His eyes looked as deep as water. He looked at these royal disciples.
, with a downcast smile on his face, seemingly mocking himself.
All the royal disciples were high-spirited, moving like dragons and tigers, each with extraordinary momentum, and jumped into the air one after another. Only one person was left on the bloody battlefield. Chu Yi had a determined look in his eyes. He would not admit defeat unless he died.
Chu Yi came to the pile of broken copper and iron. There were armors, war swords, iron swords, bronze swords, long hairs, Fang Tian painted halberds and other weapons here, but these weapons were all broken, none of them were
It was intact. Chu Yi took a look and it was difficult to find a intact weapon.
"Forget it, just take one at will. You must give yourself a weapon for self-defense." Chu Yi said to himself. When Chu Yi picked up an iron sword, familiar ancient characters appeared next to the iron sword.
Appeared in front of Chu Yi.
"Ancient characters! The characters of the previous Chinese world?" Chu Yi stared at a broken ancient tripod from the corner of his eye. The ancient tripod seemed to have been chopped open by a peerless sword. Only half of it was left. On top of this half of the ancient tripod
There are small ancient characters engraved on them. If you don't look carefully, you can't find them at all. Chu Yi carefully looked at the ancient characters on it and carefully identified them.
"Nine Yin Manual!" Four ancient and vicissitudes of characters appeared in front of his eyes, impacting Chu Yi's mind and making Chu Yi feel inexplicably excited.