He had lunch and took a nap.

Even with the Tianyuan Jue, my spirit can always remain strong, and I still maintain the habit of taking a nap, so that my body, mind, and internal organs can be recuperated and nourished.

Not to mention that he is just an innate master now, even if he is a master or even a great master, he is still made of flesh and blood, and he still has to follow the way of maintaining health.

The instinctive power of the body is the power of heaven and earth. It has a stronger nourishing effect on the body than true energy, so it needs to be utilized well.

Among the same masters and great masters, some have long lifespans and some have short lifespans. Innate factors account for 80%, and acquired cultivation methods account for 20%.

After taking a nap, when he was about to go to Tongtian Pavilion, Zou Fang sent a message, but it was an invitation from the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at it and nodded.

He spent the entire afternoon reading books about writing at Tsutenkaku Tower, imprinting all the ancient writings into his mind.

Although it is imprinted into it, it is like engraving it on a hard disk, but it still requires a ruminant thinking process to fully digest and integrate it into one.

This process can be left to the subconscious mind, which can be allowed to work while sleeping, which takes time to process.

…

In the evening, he left Tongtian Pavilion in the afterglow of the setting sun and returned to the palace first. When the lanterns were first lit, he arrived at the eighteenth prince's palace under the protection of Zou Fang and Feng Xiguochi.

He was welcomed into the front yard by Chu Mingxuan and saw Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan sparring in the open space in front of the hall.

Chu Zhiting was fierce and domineering, his aggression was like fire, while Chu Zhichuan was free and agile, advancing and retreating like the wind. It was hard to tell the difference between the two of them for a moment.

As soon as Chu Zhiyuan appeared, Chu Zhiting attacked fiercely and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, let's have a fight!"

Chu Mingxuan chuckled and said: "That's right, I haven't seen your boxing and kicking skills, Old Four, but you are not allowed to bully others with your true energy."

"Isn't it bad?"

Chu Mingxuan smiled and said: "They are both not convinced!"

"Well, be careful!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, stepped between the two of them in a flash, and lightly slapped their chests with his palms.

The body method is extremely fast and the palms are gentle.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two of them flew three feet away on their backs and hit a plum tree.

"Hiss..."

The two of them rubbed their chests, their faces turned red, and they tried hard to inhale, but there was a hissing sound and they couldn't breathe.

Chu Zhiyuan looked on with a smile but did not step forward to help.

Chu Mingxuan also looked at the two of them curiously.

Their faces turned purple, and there was a hissing sound in their throats. However, judging from the situation, they seemed to be out of breath and suffocated.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Stand on your head."

The two of them quickly jumped up into the sky with their feet and put their hands on the ground.

"call--!"

The two of them collapsed, exhaled a breath, then stood upright, looking at Chu Zhiyuan with lingering fear.

Their breathing is normal.

"Fourth brother, what's the palm technique?" Chu Zhiting touched his chest. He felt no pain, as if it was an illusion just now.

It was obvious that he was using a skillful force, which was extremely clever. He hit the right position so that he could not breathe. No matter how he moved his inner energy, it was useless. It was very weird.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Pulse-cutting hand."

"Pulse cutter..."

The two of them thought for a moment and then nodded, remembering that there was indeed this martial art on the shelf of martial arts secrets in the west hall.

They didn't practice this pulse-cutting technique, and they didn't catch it.

There are great limitations in the use of the Pulse Cutting Hand. It needs to hit the acupoints accurately. If it cannot hit the acupoints accurately, it will not be able to exert its power.

Acupuncture points exist in everyone's body, but the locations of the acupuncture points on each person's body are different, and almost no locations are exactly the same.

This slight difference will cause the pulse-cutting hand to be unable to exert its power.

So there are very few practitioners.

Chu Zhiyuan practiced this martial arts because of the existence of super senses, which can accurately find the opponent's acupuncture points, thus defeating them with cleverness.

Chu Mingxuan exclaimed: "Is the pulse cutter so powerful?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Uncle Eighteen, every martial art collected in our Mingwu Palace is top-notch. Some of the martial arts stored in the lower floors just have shortcomings, not that they are not weak in power."

Chu Mingxuan shook his head and said: "We still focus on the Little Ziyang Jue, and we cannot delay the practice of the Little Ziyang Jue."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

For other princes and princes, Xiao Ziyang Jue is the foundation. Spending more energy on practicing martial arts is a waste of time for the princes and princes. After all, they have a grandmaster to protect them.

He has super senses, a very lack of sense of security, and extremely talented people, so he can only focus on practicing some self-defense skills.

The four of them entered the front hall, and soon the table was filled with delicacies and a jar of fine wine.

The wine this time was also bone wine brewed by monsters, but it was far inferior to the last time.

Chatting while drinking.

The three people asked him about his situation in the Ministry of Rites. After hearing what Chu Zhiyuan said, they shook their heads and felt that it was a waste of natural resources.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled without refuting and talked about the King of England's arrival in Beijing.

"The entire Rites Department is busy with this matter. We want Uncle Ten to be in a good position this time. This will not only show the justice of the court and respect for the reputation, but also show that our Chu family has successors, so as to convince people's hearts."

Chu Zhiting couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, unable to suppress his pride.

Chu Zhichuan and Chu Mingxuan also inevitably felt yearning and longing for each other.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Eighteenth Uncle, with Tenth Uncle Zhuyu in front of me, no one can stand out."

"...Oh, that's right." Chu Mingxuan said helplessly, "Who can compare with Tenth Brother's martial arts and extraordinary courage?"

As a prince, unlike other princes, he is closer to the throne. It can even be said that he is only one step away and within reach.

Therefore, you can't be as focused on meritorious service as the crown prince. Besides meritorious service, you should also think about cultivating your hopes and cultivating your reputation in the military.

Although the prerequisite for succession is a grand master, if they are both grand masters, it will depend on their respective reputations. Of course, the most important thing is the emperor's choice.

"Uncle Eighteen, then come to the Zhenwu Division." Chu Zhichuan said: "The three of us will come together and take control of the Zhenwu Division!"

Chu Mingxuan looked hesitant.

If you really want to enter the Zhenwu Division, it almost means giving up the throne.

Although he is far away from the throne because of his young age, but if things happen, he may really be able to become a grand master.

As long as you step into the Grand Master, you are expected to succeed.

If none of the royal brothers can become the Grand Master, he will succeed to the throne.

Chu Zhiting nodded hurriedly: "Uncle Eighteen, you will be our immediate boss, and we will work together to make great achievements!"

"...Let me think about it again." Chu Mingxuan still hesitated in the end, unable to make up his mind.

Chu Zhiyuan changed the topic and talked about the envoy from Dazhen who came back with the King of England this time.

Chu Zhichuan snorted with a tight face: "Do you really want to marry Dazhen?"

Chu Zhiting frowned.

Chu Mingxuan sighed and said nothing.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's too early to talk about marriage now. It's just an intention and will need to be discussed many times."

There are too many things involved and the interests are at stake. It will inevitably go through many games and cannot be solved overnight.

He chatted with other colleagues in the Ministry of Etiquette and listened to their opinions. It even took a year and a half to get a final result.

Chu Zhichuan frowned: "If we get married, should we marry each other or marry back?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's hard to say, it depends on the changes in the world. If there is no chance of winning in a fight with Dameng, I'm afraid I will have to marry the princess."

"It's frustrating!" Chu Zhichuan gritted his teeth.

Chu Zhiting nodded vigorously.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If you can defeat Dameng, then you have to marry the princess... In short, everything must be based on strength."

In this world where martial arts is prevalent, strength is respected, the weak eat the strong, individuals also pay attention to morality, and the relationship between countries is purely based on interests and strength.

I just blame Da Jing for not having the strength to fight one against two and sweep across all directions. This is almost impossible.

Unless it is a reform, it is impossible to change the country's strength in a short period of time.

From the current point of view, neither Dajing nor Dazhen is good. Instead, the new emperor of Dameng has succeeded to the throne and is full of vigor. It is difficult to say whether he will reform to quickly increase the national power.

He is affiliated with the Zongwu Division and does not have access to this level of intelligence and news. The intelligence and news he sees are from the various sects in the Dajing Wulin.

Chu Mingxuan waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it, it's not our turn to worry about such national events, we just need to practice hard."

"Exactly, it's not our turn to worry about it yet," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Uncle Eighteen, is there anything else in the sword's cave?"

He patted the sword on his waist.

"...There seems to be a piece of broken jade that breaks into pieces when touched, but have you discovered the secret of this sword?"

"I want to refer to it and see if I can find any clues."

"OK."

Chu Mingxuan turned around and fetched an exquisite small black sandalwood box and handed it to Chu Zhiyuan. It was only the size of a palm, carved with chi patterns, and was exquisite and exquisite.

Chu Zhiyuan took it and opened it. There was a pile of broken jade pieces lying on the cotton wool inside.

It's green, already tinged with blood.

"Thank you, Uncle Eighteen." Chu Zhiyuan closed the small ebony box and patted the scabbard on his waist: "This sword is really good. I want to find out which big shot it belongs to."

"Fourth brother, don't waste your time on it. After all, it's just a sword. Practice well and don't let us catch up!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile and put the ebony box away.
Chapter completed!