Dragon Prince Yuan

In the inner palace, there was silence and the atmosphere was so depressing that people could not breathe.

Zhou Yuan looked at the Zhou engine sitting beside him, the latter appeared to have a majestic face during the weekdays, at a time full of powerlessness and depravity, obviously, the incident of that year was also a great blow to him.

His own son was deprived of his luck by his enemies in front of him and broke his root bone, but he was powerless. It was imaginable that it would be a disgrace to any father.

Zhou Yuan bit his lip tightly. He knew Zhou Engine's character. If he hadn't come by then to protect hundreds of millions of his people, I'm afraid he would have really chosen to burn with Wu Wang Yushi.

“Turns out this is the reason why my eight pulses are always invisible and difficult to cultivate. This Wu Wang is such a vicious tool.” Zhou Yuan looked at the dark red creeping slowly in his palm, and his eyes were angry.

This Wu Wang has seized his luck and destroyed his Saint Dragon Root, apparently with the intention of uprooting it, so that he is forced to die by the poison of the dragon.

Moreover, Zhou Yuan was most offended by the fact that his mother and queen had suffered a major loss of energy, and Shou Yuan had less than 10 years left.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the kind of overflowing anger in his heart. He looked over and fell asleep, but Qin Yu, with a pale cheek, cut his heart like a knife, asked: “Father, what about the mother? Her lifespan...”

Zhou Engine silenced for a moment and slowly said: “Heaven and earth, there are celestial treasures with added life, if available, can extend the life of your mother, but..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qian smiled bitterly: "How rare is that kind of natural treasure? I've spent a lot of our time searching all week, but it's still hard to reap. ”

“Our week, after all, was worse than back then, and now we are only forced to defend ourselves. ”

Zhou Yuan's hand held tight. At this moment, he finally knew the benefits of having power. If he could have power, even if it was a dangerous desperate situation, he could explore and find the kind of celestial treasure that could add life.

However, the eight pulses that did not appear in his body were such that he could not even protect himself.

Zhou Yuan bit his teeth and said in a low voice: “Father, can I really not be a source master? ”

How can his mother and queen, for his sake, lose her blood, fold herself to life, be a son, sit and ignore it? And... the Wu family did this to them all week long and to him if they didn't know, now that they know, this debt cannot be so easily expunged.

But all of this must be based on his possession of sufficient strength.

And in the heavens and the earth, the group that controls the most powerful power, is naturally the source master!

When he heard Zhou Yuan's words, Zhou Engine's eyebrows locked tightly, as if it was something sinking. After half an hour, he said softly: “Are you sure you don't want to give up? ”

Zhou Yuan shook his head gently, and all these years of suffering, while tormenting him, also made him mature and resilient beyond that age.

He knows that when the Wu rebelled and seized his luck, there was no end in between.

Today they are able to survive the week, solely because of the oath made by the king of Wu in that year. It can be imagined that, once the centenary reaches the day, the Wu dynasty will be the first to wash their whole week of blood, so that they may perish.

So, to change that outcome, he himself must have enough power.

Zhou Engine was also somewhat comforted by Zhou Yuan's steadfastness. After a slight silence, his hands patted heavily on Zhou Yuan's shoulder. "Okay! He won't give up. He's my son! Now that you have the will, the Father will help you! ”

“Does Father have a way?” When Zhou Qiang said this, Zhou Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up and he was surprised.

Zhou Engine nodded slightly and smiled again. "Don't be too happy, because even I can't be sure if this method will work. ”

“What way?” Zhou Yuan can't wait to finally have some juvenile vitality.

“Three days later, the ancestral offering, this time, you come with me to the ancestral land. ”

Zhou Engine didn't say it in detail, he just laughed and whispered his voice. He continued: “But I also have one condition. ”

“On what terms?” Zhou Yuan stunned and questioned.

Zhou Qi Zhongzheng: “Whether you can open the pulse or not, you can't give up learning the source pattern. You should know that if you still can't open the eight pulses, then practicing the source pattern is your last way out, and the source print can be repaired deep, not necessarily to suppress the resentful dragon poison in your body. ”

In the heavens and the earth, the source division dominates, but it is not the only one, but it opens up many paths on it, such as the so-called source pattern together, the deepest and most sophisticated.

In these times when the eight pulses are not visible, Zhou Yuan is instructed by Zhou Engine to practice this source pattern together. After all, the so-called technique is not compressed, and many source teachers will actually learn some source pattern roughly.

Zhou Yuan said, nodded softly. In fact, he understood the meaning of Zhou Engine language. It was worried that he would still lose sight of the eight pulses by then. After unable to become a source master, he would abandon himself and give up the last path.

Zhou Engine nodded and smiled with comfort on his face.

“You take a day off, you go to school tomorrow, and I'll take you to your ancestral land in three days. ”

“Yes!” The voice of the teenager is filled with strong expectations.

Zhou Engine grinned and touched Zhouyuan's head, then held Qin Yu, who was sleepy, and Qin Master beside him, walked out of the inner hall.

Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Engine's back, the majestic back of the weekday, but at this time through a hearty powerlessness and twilight, he knew that the old father should also be ambitious, but was a little bit obliterated by the brutal reality.

And the fighter who started all this is the king of Wu.

Zhou Yuan's lips tightly clasped, slightly weak naive face, but appeared cold.

“Wujia, Wu Wang… these debts, we will do another amount in the future! ”

……

The next day.

In the early morning, Zhou Yuan left the palace under the protection of a group of guards and went straight to the northwest side of Grand Zhou City, where he was sitting in Grand Zhou Mansion.

The so-called Grand Zhou Mansion was created by order of Zhou Qian himself several years ago, while the military junior high school leaders were mobilized as mentors, and the Grand Zhou Mansion recruited students without distinction of rank, even civilians, as long as they possessed talent, could still be allowed to practice in the Grand Zhou Mansion.

Over the years, the Great Zhou Mansion has developed a number of talents for the Great Zhou Dynasty, so its status is getting higher and higher within the Great Zhou Dynasty, so even His Highness Zhou Yuan studied here.

At the entrance to the Grand Zhou Mansion, heavily guarded, armored guards strictly tested the identity cards of all entrants, but this procedure is naturally avoided. I'm afraid no one in this Grand Zhou City knows his Highness.

“Bye, Your Highness! ”

So when Zhou Yuan showed up at the gate, all the guards bent down to him respectfully.

“Your Highness.” There are also a lot of students from the Great Zhou Mansion, all smiling at Zhou Yuan at this time, and there is a certain respect in the color of God.

Zhou Yuan also smiled and embraced the gift of his fist. He knew that most of the trainees were civilians, so they respected him and more because his father had built the Great Zhou Mansion, giving them the opportunity to improve their status and change their destiny.

Dazhoufu, Xiyuan.

In a spacious and bright church, a desk is neatly arranged, where young girls sit on their knees for many years and the atmosphere is quiet.

In front of a desk in the first row, Zhou Yuan also sat on his knees, on his desk, with a shiny jade board on one side and a long dark red pen lying flat on the other.

This pen is all cast like a red jade, and the hairline of the pen is made of the softest hair in the belly of a flame rat. It glitters a little bit of light in the slim, just like a source-grain pen.

If you want to say what is most important to draw the source print, then everyone will say three words, the source stroke pen.

All source prints require a source stroke pen as a medium in order to delineate the subtle and profound source prints, thus triggering the energy between the heavens and the earth and exerting a great power.

Therefore, the importance of the source stroke pen is self-evident. Without the source stroke pen, your construction on the source stroke is even higher. I'm afraid the engraved source stroke power will give you some discount.

Zhou Yuan held the red jade pen, but his eyes were on the forefront, where a middle-aged man lecturer spoke in a calm tone.

“The so-called source pattern, the divine soul, converges on the tip of the pen, outlines the source marks, every stroke, must be inked with the divine soul. Therefore, the source pattern drawn can only lead to the energy of heaven and earth. ”

“Remember, when you paint the source pattern, you need to stop the mind as if it were water, there is no clutter, and turn the source stroke pen in your hand into a part of yourself, so that you can gather your soul on the tip of the pen, so that the pen can move freely and flourish. ”

“ …… ”

“I hope someone can successfully complete one of the three source-prints I taught you a month ago.” The lecturer said after the presentation.

In other words, the garden sounded a howl. For many years, the young woman's face was bitter. It seemed simple because she practiced the source mark, but after each exercise, she would lose her soul and feel impoverished.

“Hmm, howl what howl, I teach you the three source, barbaric cow, light tattoo, and iron, are just entry-level.” Hearing these howls, the middle-aged lecturer also made a harsh outrage, his voice filled with iron and steel.

For many years, the young girl saw the lecturer angry, shrunk her neck, and dared not make a sound. Then she took the original stroke pen and began to carve it on the board in front of her.

Zhou Yuan also smiled slightly. He gripped the source stroke pen, his heart set, and the noisy noise around him was blocked clean. His heart was as quiet as a shadow. He stared at the glossy board. There was a hidden light appearing in his eyebrow. Immediately next to the source stroke pen nose, there was also a faint red light flashing.

Zhou Yuan pen, the tip of the pen slowly scribbled over the self-adhesive plate, leaving a complex source mark, these marks like antelope hanging horns, with a certain rhyme, and when they are fully combined, they seem to possess a magical power.

Each source pattern is formed by a combination of more or less source marks. Generally, the more source marks the source pattern has, the stronger the grade and power.

Zhou Yuan now paints the iron skin pattern of one of those three source lines. This is just an entry-level source print with hundreds of source marks. However, it obviously takes a lot of practice to perfectly engrave hundreds of complex source marks.

The tip of Zhou Yuan is like a stream of water, quietly flowing, without any stagnation, with a cloud-like aesthetic.

In the course of the year, he spent almost all of his time learning the source pattern because the eight pulses in his body were not visible, so his bottom was much deeper than the rest of the students.

Of course, the most important thing is that he could feel that his soul, which should also be better than ordinary people, seemed to have escaped because, although his luck had been taken and Saint Dragon's root had been broken, fortunately, his soul had not been harmed and he wanted to be too young at the time and his soul had not yet condensed.

The tip of the pen flowed, after a few minutes, along with the gentle slant of Zhou Yuan Long's palm, suddenly shined on the board in front of him, only to see the top, a complex and rhyming source pattern, slowly shaped.

“Good, good, full of marks, is that there is a god under the pen, this iron skin pattern, consider it a success.” And at the moment of the end of the week, a laugh of admiration also came from beside me.

Zhou Yuan looked up, only the lecturer didn't know when to stand beside him, and looked at the source print on his board with a smile.

All the other teenage girls in the church looked up at the circumference, with some amazement in their eyes. Some of them had not even penned yet, but the circumference had succeeded.

Instructors are also in a much better mood, sighing at the many participants: "It would be great if you could all learn like this. ”

For many years, the young girl heard that she shook her head with a smile. Her Royal Highness Zhou Yuan obviously has a gift on this. How can we demand such efficiency for all?

But in the midst of all the laughter, a strange laughter burst out.

“Oh, the lecturer's words are poor. Our main thoughts are more on the open vein. Naturally, we cannot devote all our energies to the source study like His Highness Zhou Yuan. Otherwise, isn't this the end of the book? ”

This laugh, slightly dazzling, suddenly took a moment in the church, and many eyes looked at it.

Zhou Yuan also slightly picked his eyebrows, looked at him, and then saw, not far from there, a gorgeous teenager, looking at him like a smile, the divine lazy spinning the source pen in his hand.

A smile in the corner of his mouth, a slight taunt.