The devil has too many vests

"Your Highness, you can be regarded as—what happened?"

In the middle of the night, Prince Qi's Mansion was brightly lit.The moment Yan Weilou returned to the palace, a gust of cold wind blew up, and at the same time, a gray figure flew down, falling silently in front of him.

Seeing the appearance of Yan Weilou, the expression of the gray-robed old man who appeared suddenly changed, and a heavy aura erupted from him, like a mountain collapsing.

"I don't know how to live or die! How dare you attack His Highness, who is this person? Wait until I capture him!"

"Elder Shen, don't worry, I'm fine."

At this time, Yan Weilou's black hair was disheveled, and all of it was scattered behind his back. There were slits on his robes from the sword energy, and his face was still in a daze. He looked like he had survived a catastrophe.

He waved his hand: "Besides, all the assassins have already been executed."

"Huh?" The gray-robed old man stared at him, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he didn't look old-fashioned, "I'm going to kill you all? Could it be... Xiaoyaolou again?"

Xiaoyaolou is a mysterious force that suddenly appeared in Shengjing City five years ago, and no one knows the origin of the people behind it.Not long after it appeared, many small chambers of commerce in Shengjing City were brought under its command, and they were on equal footing with those large chambers of commerce that had the support of the royal family and aristocratic families.

After using all kinds of novelty products to open up the business network, Xiaoyaolou created a new model for the first time, integrating many restaurants, gambling houses, and even Qinlou Chuguan in the city. Over the past five years, it has expanded several times and has already become Shengjing. A gold-selling cave where countless dandies are drunk and dreaming of death.

If it wasn't for the owner of the Xiaoyao Building who was indifferent in nature and had no intention of expanding, and other forces imitated and followed suit, the forces of Xiaoyao Building at this time would be even more terrifying.

If someone thinks that Xiaoyaolou is just rich, it is wrong.You know, sometimes, money represents strength.

The so-called poor culture and rich martial arts, martial arts requires a lot of resources, which is why it is difficult to find masters among casual cultivators.

In this world, true masters may not be moved by worldly fame and fortune, but more martial arts practitioners are easily bought by yellow and white things.Therefore, there are many enshrinements and countless thugs in Xiaoyao Tower.

Although Yan Wulun, the owner of the Xiaoyao Building, had never made a move, many people guessed that his strength was unfathomable.

As for the intersection between Yan Weilou and the other party... It is well known in Shengjing that when Yan Wulun was still in despair, the prince of Qi saved his life.After the rise of Xiaoyao Tower, Yan Weilou was presented with a Xiaoyao Token.It is not surprising that there are people from Xiaoyaolou protecting him from time to time.

"That's right, if it wasn't for Xiaoyaolou's action, I'm afraid I would have died." Yan Weilou nodded in affirmation of Shen Lao's statement, with a look of rejoicing.

He strode in first, his eyes bursting with anger.

"Heh! The two dark cabinet assassins have already broken through the ten shackles of the physical body. It would be too much of a fuss to deal with me, a small character who has not even broken the seven shackles!"

"This son thinks that he has been kind to others all these years, yet there are still people who do this..." The young man sighed, and couldn't help turning his head, looking at the gray-robed old man, his tone full of resentment, "Old Shen Tell me, what kind of enmity is all this!"

Hearing the notorious assassin organization "Dark Pavilion", Mr. Shen froze for a moment, and his expression tightened.His hands hanging by his side trembled, his aura became more condensed and solemn, his brows were furrowed, he was startled and angry.

"...Could this be Emperor Yong's temptation? He finally couldn't help but want to attack Qi Qi?"

"How could it be?" Yan Silly Baitian Weilou had a face full of disbelief, as if he didn't want to believe that the imperial uncle who treated him so well would be so sinister.

"Your Highness, don't believe me, this is probably true. The Dayong royal family has long wanted to cut down the vassal, and they have been eyeing me. As early as many years ago, the king had doubts in his heart. The princes who are worshiped have the royal family behind them."

Old Shen spoke in a deep voice, his face full of solemnity.

"...Because of this, the king chose to part with his love back then, and sent your only son, Your Highness, to Shengjing. It was clearly for studying, but it was actually a proton. It was to alleviate the suspicion of the royal family."

"By the way, delay for some time, so that we can wait for the opportunity in secret?" Yan Weilou answered casually.

"Your Highness!" Elder Shen's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. The stagnant aura on his body burst out in an instant, and the bluestone road on the ground was shattered, "Be careful!!"

Under the coercion of his sudden burst of insight, the young man seemed a little unable to bear it, and stepped back a few steps, his face pale.

Only then did Mr. Shen come to his senses, and quickly restrained himself.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. I've lost my composure." He stepped forward to support Yan Weilou, and said in a low voice, "It's just that there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in Shengjing, and there are great masters sitting in the town. Your Highness, don't speak nonsense anymore, and beware of misfortune coming out of your mouth."

"Really?" Yan Weilou stared directly at the other party calmly, his eyes were deep and bright without blinking.

He suddenly smiled: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

Only then did Mr. Shen heave a sigh of relief.

He didn't realize that the young man who seemed to be shocked by his aura, except for taking a few steps back at the beginning, didn't have the slightest hidden injury in his body.

"Your Highness must bring guards with you when you go out in the future, and don't be so reckless like today... You can't always count on Xiaoyaolou to take action in time. You must know that favors are always exhausted, let alone..."

Along the way, Elder Shen, who had restrained his whole body, no longer saw the demeanor of a martial arts practitioner, but only urged him earnestly, and looked at Yan Weilou with a touch of kindness, like an elder looking at his naughty child.

To this, Yan Weilou always responded with a few simple sentences.

Wherever the two passed by, the servants of the mansion stopped to salute one after another, with a respectful demeanor.It is not surprising that the two of them transcended the boundary between master and servant, and were close to family members chatting.

They knew very well that most of the servants in this Prince Qi's mansion were sent by the ancestral mansion, and only a very small number were the servants and guards who accompanied His Royal Highness to Beijing back then.Among them, Mr. Shen was the only one who practiced the Realm of Insight, and he was also the one specially arranged by King Qi to protect his son.His Royal Highness is the closest to him, and it should be taken for granted.

Even Mr. Shen himself thought so.

As everyone knows, there is another inside story.

Ten years ago, Yan Weilou suddenly woke up in this strange world, and found himself in a strange room, ignorant of everything around him.He was flustered for a moment.

Fortunately, this body is exactly the same as when he was a child before time travel. It seems that because of his physical instinct, he can also vaguely understand the language of this world, and it is not a big problem to communicate with people, which makes him feel a little familiar.

But he didn't receive the slightest memory of the original body, so in a panic, he had no choice but to throw out the worst excuse for amnesia.Fortunately, Qi Wang and his wife didn't doubt it, and instead told him his identity and past experiences.

According to them, "I" had just turned six years old, and because I didn't want to leave Qidi and enter Beijing as a hostage, I developed a high fever in shock and fear, and lost my memory.

At that time, Yan Weilou, who didn't know how to face Qi Wang and his wife, immediately agreed to enter Beijing without even thinking about it.

As a result, the so-called parents had been with him for less than half a month, and most of the time he was familiar with the experience of "the former son of the Qi prince" and learning the characters of this world by the way.It was Mr. Shen who really spent the longest time with Yan Weilou.

For a traveler who inexplicably came to another world and felt an unspeakable loneliness in his heart, this old man almost entrusted most of the feelings of Yan Weilou in his previous life.

"His Royal Highness, the background of the Xiaoyao Building is mysterious, and I can't believe it. How much do you understand?"

On the way, Mr. Shen couldn't hold back after all, and asked.

Yan Weilou shook his head blankly, and spread his palms innocently, expressing ignorance.

He laughed heartlessly: "Don't worry, Brother Yan never meant anything to me, otherwise I would have died eight hundred times already."

"However, this incident also made me realize the importance of strength, and I will not be lazy and waste my martial arts in the future." He looked serious and said in a solemn tone, "From now on, I will retreat and practice seriously, and I will not break ten. The double shackles are determined not to pass through!"

"Hey, it's good that Your Highness has such a heart."

Elder Shen nodded in relief.

The two have been together for ten years, and he thinks he knows Yan Weilou very well.His Royal Highness always likes to enjoy himself and is afraid of suffering, so it would be good if he can persist for ten days.As for why you can't leave the customs without breaking the twelve shackles?

Breaking through this kind of thing in one go, even the geniuses of those big sects can't do it, it's His Royal Highness...

It doesn't exist, it's impossible, don't think about it.

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Huge and round night pearls are dotted on the stone wall, illuminating the closed stone room with light, and one after another sparkling spirit stones are all over the ground, bringing a sense of trembling rushing towards the face. Treacherous.

If someone knew that this was just a closed-door retreat for a six-layered shackle practitioner, they would probably not be able to help but curse and be insane.

The vast land of Shenzhou is infinite, and martial arts practice is widely spread in the world. The path of practice is divided into five steps: acquired (twelve shackles), innate (seeing three realms), entering the Tao, heaven and man, and the most mysterious imaginary state.

According to martial arts theory, human beings are inherently weak, and there are twelve layers of shackles in the body, corresponding to the twelve main meridians.If you want to embark on the road of practice, you must first penetrate the meridians of the whole body, that is, break through the twelve layers of shackles.

In this way, you can absorb the aura of heaven and earth into your body, have the opportunity to open up the bridge of heaven and earth, and hit the realm of insight.

There is another way of saying this process: Climb the twelve-story building, open the gate of heaven, connect the bridge between heaven and earth, and enter the nature from the acquired.

That is to say, before breaking through the twelve shackles, acquired practitioners cannot take the initiative to absorb the aura of heaven and earth at all. They can only cultivate the true energy in the body and penetrate the meridians through the cultivation of inner strength and mental methods. This process naturally requires hard work.Even if one is born in a big force, it is just a higher level of skills and more pills.

But Yan Weilou's cultivation method is obviously different.

As he put the last spirit stone in place, the ground suddenly burst into bright radiance.Rich aura rises in the room, condensing a thick white mist.

Yan Weilou sits among a pile of spirit stones, which is also the core of the small spirit gathering formation.The rich spiritual energy rushed towards him under the operation of the formation, and even condensed into a spiritual rain.

...Unable to take the initiative to absorb the spiritual energy, let the spiritual energy actively attack him.

If the meridian in his body is the river bed, then the surging spiritual energy is the endless water dragon. Under the guidance of Yan Weilou's spirit, he crossed the dry river bed and broke through one dam after another. Running past, the momentum is unstoppable.

Time seemed to be extremely long, yet extremely short.

Yan Weilou heard the sound of the shackles breaking in his body.His heart was beating powerfully, blood was rushing through his blood vessels, his thin body gradually changed under the washing and refining of spiritual energy, and the graceful and smooth muscle lines under the skirt of his clothes could be vaguely seen.

boom!

The last shackle in his body was shattered, Yan Weilou stood up, and all the surrounding spirit stones dried up, turned into thick powder and piled up on the ground.

He stretched his body, and suddenly the joints in his body made a series of explosive sounds.

The soft halo of the luminous pearl fell on him faintly, the lines of the deep and almost sharp face became more and more deep, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his dark eyes.

"Sure enough, krypton gold Dafa is better!" Yan Weilou sighed as he looked at the broken spirit stones everywhere.

Just the spirit stones he just consumed are probably worth more than half a lifetime of an ordinary insight practitioner.It's all money.

For other people, even with so many spirit stones, it is impossible to be so prodigal.After all, there are twelve heavy shackles, and the experience in the process of breaking through is itself a kind of accumulation.Just like laying the foundation, breaking through with spiritual energy is definitely not as solid as step by step.

This kind of frenzied behavior can only be done by a kryptonite player like Yan Weilou who has a surprisingly high level, which is equivalent to reincarnation and rebuilding, and who doesn't care about the consumption of spirit stones.

Yan Weilou looked satisfied.

These spirit stones were all rewarded by Emperor Yong for the past ten years as a show of favor.He will leave this place in a short time, since there is no storage equipment to take it away, it is better to use it to improve his strength.

"There are still 20 days..."

... There are some things that should have been prepared earlier.

A little bit of golden light suddenly lit up from the depths of Yan Weilou's pupils, swimming like a flame, and finally intertwined into a round of golden "Dial of Time" in the pupil of his left eye, exuding a mysterious and profound color.

The golden "Dial of Time" flickered for a moment, and the power of time stored was consumed rapidly.

Under the gaze of Yan Weilou's eyes, an illusory figure slowly formed in the open space in front of him, condensing into substance within a few breaths.

Unclothed and loose-clothed, with black hair tied up by a jade crown, he has a handsome appearance, sculpted eyebrows and thin lips.His eyes were gentle and affectionate, and he looked like a gentle and affectionate son of a family.

"Yan Wulun" looked down at this time-projected body, and smiled slightly at the deity in front of him.

"...Then, I'm going."