Attunement into fine rules

Wei Yuan wakes up after a nap, feeling a little tired, so he washes his face and asks Wei Lang to push him outside for a walk, intending to wake up.

Wherever he went, he found that everyone looked at him differently than usual, especially Prince Gong's guards and servants, all of them straightened their backs unconsciously when they saw him, with serious and awe-inspiring expressions.

Huh, strange.

"Did something happen when I was taking a nap just now?" Wei Yuan looked up at Wei Lang.

"It's nothing, a few thieves came over to assassinate over their own means, and they have already been caught." Wei Lang leaned over and replied.

Wei Yuan nodded, guessing that Wei Lang and the others had shown some strength, he was relieved.

Because of his photographic memory, in addition to his own scientific research work in his last life, he had a wide range of hobbies, including martial arts.

In such an information age, martial arts is no longer an untold secret, and even various training classes are blooming everywhere. He can easily see the practice systems of most martial arts schools in the world, and summarize and refine them.

Since Wei Lang and others are born with supernatural powers, and everyone's body structure is the optimal solution of genes, it would be a pity not to practice it.

So when we were in the woods before, Wei Yuan also taught everyone the principles of martial arts strikes, so that Wei Lang and others learned to use the already powerful power to use hooks, moves, smashes, piercing drills, etc. Play out several times.

Wei Lang and the others did not lack actual combat either, and the ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests were once their training objects.

It's not surprising that everyone is shocked.

Wei Yuan looked at himself again. Before he regained his sanity and took over, this body had suffered a lot of setbacks and was always weak.

It's finally getting better now, you can't just rely on the nourishment and repair of the fairy bone in your body, you still need to exercise properly.

"Wei Lang, turn around and find a bow." Wei Yuan estimated his arm strength, and he would never be able to draw the one-stone hard bow that is popular among men nowadays. "It needs to be lighter. I will get up every morning to practice arrows technique."

"Yes." Wei Lang agreed with a smile.

Because Prince Gong wanted to interrogate the assassin, the group stayed in the inn for another day.

But in the end, no results could be found, because these people died shortly after waking up from paralysis before they could be interrogated by torture.

Ask Wu Zuo to look at the corpses of these people and say that they are suffering from ventricular failure.

Although everyone finds it very strange, these people are all innate warriors, strong and strong, why did they die of ventricular failure one by one?

But there is no proof of death, so there is nothing to do.

……

"Trash, you are a trash!"

The Seven Treasures vase inlaid with agate and clam was knocked down with a bang and shattered into pieces of porcelain on the floor.

"Six innate warriors, six! All of them will never return!! This is going to be put on the battlefield, all of them are fierce generals who can stand on their own!!!"

Wearing a purple robe with a jade belt around his waist, the old man with white beard and hair kicked the young man kneeling at his feet: "Do you know that this is the top combat power raised by the whole family, and you ruined it like this?" Already!"

The young man's back hurt from being kicked, but he didn't dare to lift his head, and argued, "Fortunately, before we set off, just in case, my grandson made them all take Baixinsan."

"If you fail with one blow, and you don't come back to take the antidote when the time comes, you will die silently, and you won't leave anything behind."

"Why, you still have to show credit to me, huh?!" The old man was so angry that he kicked the young man a few more times, "Do you even know where your mistakes are?!"

"Know yourself and the enemy, plan and act before you can act. Your mistake is that you don't know the details of the other party and act first. This is risky! If you don't know how to repent, sooner or later something big will happen!"

The young man didn't dare to argue any further, so he could only say: "Yes, my grandson is taught."

"In the future, if you want to deploy manpower and material resources from the clan, you have to go through me." Seeing that he admitted his mistake, the old man finally took a breath and said with a glare, "I'm annoyed when I see you, why don't you get out of here!"

The young man got up from the ground, saluted the old man, and then walked out of the room.

Seeing the servants waiting outside the door, the young man ordered: "A lot of things have been broken in the grandfather's room. Go in and clean them up. Don't get stuck in the old man's house. It will be my fault again."

The servants heard the words and went in to clean up. The young man straightened up slowly, and there were bursts of pain in his back after being kicked, which must have been bruised.

Alas, grandfather is really old.

What do you say to make a plan and then act, but you don't know how to seek wealth and danger?

Prince Gong has always stayed away from power struggles, because of the birthmark on his face, no one regards it as an obstacle or a rival.

Compared with other princes, his life was considered calm.

It is also because of this that even if the face is cured, the inertia will not be on guard for a while.

There is no better time than before to get rid of Prince Gong from the Central Palace.

Bing is expensive and fast, and the opportunity is fleeting. The one who fights is that Prince Gong is caught off guard. Where did he have so much time to plan?

If the matter is successful, he will make a great contribution to follow the dragon.

If it fails, it will lose a few top experts, which is a completely acceptable bet for what it gets.

Everything has to be decided before moving. When Prince Gong returns to the imperial city, what chance is there?

He lost this time, and his grandfather was furious and took back his right to be assigned in the family.

But what if he succeeds?

Who can, who dares to say that he is a waste? !

The world has always judged heroes by success or failure, and my grandfather was no exception.

The young man walked under a crabapple tree in the courtyard, and the summer sunlight fell from the delicate flower branches, reflecting on his slightly upturned face.

It was Zhang Xiu's warm and moist face, her eyes were clear and distinct in black and white, the corners of her lips were naturally slightly upturned, and she seemed to be smiling even when she was not smiling.

Pure and harmless, even with a bit of youthfulness, completely unable to see the ambitious ambitions in his chest.

……

Afterwards, Wei Yuan and Prince Gong traveled smoothly and never encountered assassination again.

About half a month later, he came to the imperial city safely.

"You really don't want to live in the Gufu?" Prince Gong asked Wei Yuan, reluctantly.

"It's troublesome to be with His Highness, but His Highness promised me not to trouble me." Wei Yuan answered clearly.

He came to the imperial city to collect more samples of spiritual roots, not to waste his energy elsewhere, wading through the muddy waters of the first generation.

"Second Young Master, aren't you worried about Gu?" The corners of Prince Gong's lips drooped, and his expression and tone suddenly became sad, "If there was no Second Young Master, Gu would have been assassinated in broad daylight before."

Yang Xiao couldn't see it from the side.

His Royal Highness is acting like a baby.

His Highness, who has always been wise and stern, is actually acting like a baby to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!

...Although I have seen it more than once or twice, I still can't get used to such a scene, and I am so embarrassed that I want to bow my head and pick the dirt.

Wei Hu looked vigilantly.

Prince Gong, an old boy, after getting along for a few months, he has finally figured out the temper of the Lord, and he actually did this!

Recalling that when he was in the forest, Wei Hu himself was cute and acted like a baby, and he took away the favor of many lords.

Fortunately, although the lord has always eaten this set, Prince Gong is not as cute as the fluffy him before, only to hear the lord reply: "Your Highness was joking, the last time I was just taken advantage of by others, now that I have entered the imperial city, where is it?" It's my turn to worry about His Highness."

"Oh, Second Young Master is really ruthless." Prince Gong sighed, then gave Wei Yuan a resentful look, and then drove away in his car.

At first glance, Wei Yuan is as cold as ice and snow, with a certain sense of distance, but getting along with him is as warm as the spring breeze, and one can't help feeling nostalgic and dependent.

However, Wei Yuan's decision has always been rock-solid.

After Prince Gong left, Wei Lang pushed Wei Yuan into the courtyard with three entrances in front of him. Inside, there were fish ponds and gardens, clean and tidy, and it was bigger than the Changping Courtyard where he lived in the Governor's Mansion before.

It is also fully furnished and you can move in with your bags.

The imperial city is no better than Jicheng. In its center, every inch of land is worth every inch of gold.Don't look at such a courtyard, even officials of the third and fourth ranks can live in it.

After settling down, Wei Yuan asked Wei Lang: "Have you found out about the spiritual root person in the imperial city?"

Wei Lang nodded, and replied: "There are only two places in the imperial city for spiritual root tests, which are similar to those in other big cities. However, in the sixteen prefectures, all children with single spiritual root qualifications need to go to the Imperial City Immortal Academy to gather for a while. Time, after accepting the reward, will be sent to the fairy gate."

"There are twelve fairy gates in the world, and eight hundred countries belong to them. Each country has its founding ancestors in each major fairy gate. Such a reward ceremony is equivalent to assigning these children with the most potential to the ancestors of their own country to strengthen their power. .”

Wei Yuan nodded, and couldn't help complaining: "Cultivating the Dao was originally a way to ask the heart and reach the sky alone. I didn't expect that it is like forming a clique in the mortal world."

"By the way, how do I get in the fairy house?"

Wei Lang replied with a smile: "The royal family and grandchildren are actually encouraged to go in and make friends there. His Royal Highness Prince Gong gave us a sign, we can go anytime, and we will notify newcomers when they arrive."

"Besides, there is a street in the imperial city for monks to trade. Go around there. In addition to meeting monks, you may be able to buy some things from the fairy gate. For example, the young master has always wanted to The storage ring I want is said to be sold there occasionally."

Wei Yuan said: "In this case, let's go to the Xianchuyuan first tomorrow."

So on the second day after arriving in the imperial city, Wei Yuan took Wei Lang and others to the Immortal Young Courtyard.

This courtyard is next to the imperial palace, smaller than imagined, but the construction is very delicate and gorgeous, it seems that a lot of money and material resources have been spent.

It is only natural for the royal family to spend their money and money to form a good relationship with the temporary residence of the future great monk seeds.

To put it bluntly, even if the founding father of the country falls in the future and the country changes hands, if these monks from their own country have the ability at that time, they will be able to protect them with kindness, at least they will not be driven out.

It wasn't until I entered the yard and asked about the situation that I realized why the Xianchu courtyard was not built so big.

Because it is not necessary.

One out of a thousand people with a spiritual root, and one in a hundred with a single spiritual root. For hundreds of years since the founding of our country, this fairy house is always empty, and there are never more than three children in it at the same time.

Right now, there is only one fairy surnamed Feng, who is a mutated ice spirit root.

Wei Yuan was pushed into the yard by Wei Lang, and not far away, he saw a group of people in the garden, surrounded by a little girl like stars, talking and flattering while laughing.

The girl was about seven or eight years old, her black hair was combed into double buns and tied with ribbons, she was wearing a set of pink conch beads inlaid jewelry, and a bright yellow, pink and blue skirt. She looked beautiful and cute.

She sat there smiling, listening to everyone's flattery and praise, with a happy expression.