In the inner hall, there was silence, and the atmosphere was so depressing that people could not breathe.
Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Qing who was sitting next to him. The latter's usual majestic face was full of powerlessness and depression at this time. Obviously, this incident of the year also had a very big blow to him.
His own biological son was robbed of luck and broken in his presence by the enemy, but he was powerless. It is conceivable that it would be a shame for any father.
Zhou Yuan bit his lip tightly. He knew Zhou Qing's character. He thought that if it weren't for the preservation of Da Zhou's hundreds of millions of people, he would really choose to burn with Wu Wang.
"It turns out that this is the reason why my eight meridians are always invisible, and it is difficult to cultivate. This Martial King is really a vicious method." Zhou Yuan looked at the dark red that was slowly creeping in his palm, his eyes filled with anger.
This King Wu robbed him of luck and ruined his holy dragon. The roots did not stop, obviously he planned to cut the roots and let him be forced to death by this resentful dragon poison a little bit.
What's more, what irritated Zhou Yuan the most was that his mother's queen was badly injured, and his life was less than ten years.
Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the anger in his heart. He looked at Qin Yu, who fell asleep, but with pale cheeks, his heart was cut like a knife, and he asked, "Father, what about the queen? Lifespan... ”
Zhou Qing was silent for a moment, and slowly said, "Between the heavens and the earth, there are treasures of heaven and earth with increased lifespan. If you can get it, it will extend the life of your mother's queen, but..."
Speaking of this, Zhou Qing smiled bitterly: "That kind of natural treasure is so rare. I have tried all of our manpower to search for it, but it is still difficult to gain."
"Our Dazhou, after all, is not as good as it was in the past, and now we are in a corner, we can only barely protect ourselves."
Zhou Yuan clenched his palms. At this moment, he finally realized the benefits of having power. If he could have power, no matter how dangerous the desperate situation was, he could explore it and find the kind of heaven and earth that could increase his life. treasure.
However, the lingering eight meridians in his body made him even unable to protect himself.
Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Father, can I really not become a source teacher?"
His mother, for his sake, wasted her blood and lost her life. As a son of man, how could she just sit back and watch? And... if the Wu Family didn't know what they had done to Da Zhou and to him, now that they know it now, then this debt can't be exposed so easily.
But all of this must be based on his sufficient strength.
And in this world, the group of people who control the strongest power is naturally the source teacher!
Hearing Zhou Yuan's words, Zhou Qing frowned, as if he was pondering something. After a long while, he whispered, "You really don't want to give up?"
Zhou Yuan shook his head lightly. Although the sufferings over the years have made him suffer, it has also given him maturity and tenacity beyond this age.
He knew that when the martial arts rebelled and robbed him of luck, there was no end to death between the two.
Today they are still able to survive in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is entirely because of the ancestral oath made by King Wu back then. It is conceivable that once the century is reached, the Wu Dynasty will be the first to wash them with blood in the Great Zhou Dynasty to avoid future troubles.
Therefore, to change this result, he himself must have sufficient power.
Zhou Qing was also a little pleased with Zhou Yuan's determination. After a slight silence, he patted Zhou Yuan's shoulder heavily and said: "Okay! I don't want to give up lightly. You deserve to be my Zhou Qing's son! If you have this wish, the father will naturally give his best to help you!"
"Father is there a way?" Zhou Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard Zhou Qing's words, and he asked in surprise.
Zhou Qing nodded slightly, then gave a wry smile, and said, "Don't be happy too early, because even I can't be sure whether this method will work."
"What way?" Zhou Yuan couldn't wait, and finally he had some youthful vitality.
"Three days later, it will be the ancestral sacrifice. This time, you will go to the ancestral land with me."
Zhou Qing didn't elaborate, but just smiled, and immediately he said in a voice, "But I also have one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Zhou Yuan was taken aback, puzzled.
Zhou Qing said sternly: "No matter whether you can open the veins at that time, you must not give up the way of learning the source pattern. You have to know that if your eight channels are still not open, then cultivating the source rune is your last way out. If the source pattern is repaired to a high and deep level, it may not be able to suppress the Dragon Resentment Poison in your body."
In this world, the source teacher is the mainstream, but it is not the only one. Instead, a hundred flowers bloom on this, and many paths have been opened up, such as the so-called source pattern, which is the most extensive and profound.
During these periods when the eight meridians were not visible, Zhou Yuan was instructed by Zhou Qing to practice this Genesis Rune. After all, the so-called skills are too many to not overwhelm the body, and many Genesis Masters actually learn some Genesis Runes roughly.
Hearing the words, Zhou Yuan nodded gently. In fact, he understood the deep meaning of Zhou Qing's words. He was worried that he would still not show the eight meridians by then, and would abandon himself and give up the last way after he could not become a source master.
Zhou Qing nodded, and there was also a gratified smile on his face.
"You take a day off, and you will still go to the Great Zhou Mansion to study tomorrow. Three days later, I will take you to the ancestral land."
"Okay!" The boy's voice was full of expectation.
Zhou Qing smiled and touched Zhou Yuan's head, then picked up Qin Yu, who had fallen asleep, and Master Qin on the side, and walked out of the inner hall.
Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Qing's back. The majestic back in the usual days was showing a sadness of powerlessness and twilight. He knew that the former father should also be ambitious, but he was a little bit by the cruel reality. The wear and tear.
And the instigator of all this is King Wu.
Zhou Yuan's lips were pressed tightly, and a coldness appeared on his slightly weak and tender face.
"Wu Family, King Wu... We will calculate these debts one by one in the future!"
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The next day.
When the morning came, Zhou Yuan left the palace under the protection of a team of guards and went straight to the northwest area of the Great Zhou City, where the Great Zhou Mansion was located.
The so-called Great Zhou Mansion was created by Zhou Qing himself a few years ago, and at the same time it recruited military masters as mentors. When recruiting students, the Great Zhou Mansion does not distinguish between high and low status. Even civilians, as long as they have talent, still Able to be allowed to enter the Great Zhou Mansion to practice.
Over the years, the Great Zhou Mansion has cultivated a lot of talents for the Great Zhou, so its status is getting higher and higher in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so even Zhou Yuan, His Royal Highness, studied here.
At the gate of the Great Zhou Mansion, the guards were heavily guarded, and the armored guards strictly inspected the identity cards of all entrants. However, Zhou Yuan naturally avoided this procedure. In this Great Zhou City, I am afraid that no one would not know him. This highness.
"Farewell to Your Highness!"
So when Zhou Yuan appeared at the gate, the guards all bowed respectfully to him.
"His Royal Highness." There were also many students from the Great Zhou Palace who came and went, all of them smiled at Zhou Yuan at this time, with a respectful expression in their expressions.
Zhou Yuan also smiled and clasped his fists in return. He knew that most of these students were civilians, so their respect for him was more because his father established the Great Zhou Mansion, which made them, civilians, too. An opportunity to improve status and change destiny.
Dazhou Mansion, Xiyuan.
In a spacious and bright church, there are neatly arranged desks. In front of the desks, many teenagers and girls sit on their knees, and the atmosphere is quiet.
In front of a desk in the first row, Zhou Yuan was also sitting on his knees safely. On his desk, there was a smooth jade board with a dark red long pen lying flat on one side.
The whole body of this pen is like red jade. The vellus of the pen tip is made of the softest hair on the abdomen of Yanmouse. There is a little gleam in the slenderness. It is a Yuanwen pen.
If you want to say what is most important to portray Yuanwen, then everyone will say three words, Yuanwen pen.
All source patterns require a source pattern pen as a medium to draw out the mysterious and profound source patterns, thereby stimulating the source energy between the heavens and the earth, and exerting great power.
Therefore, the importance of the Yuanwen pen is self-evident. Without the Yuanwen pen, no matter how high your attainments are on the Yuanwen, I am afraid that the power of the inscribed Yuanwen will be discounted.
Zhou Yuan held this red jade fountain pen, but looked to the front, where a middle-aged man's lecturer was speaking calmly.
"The so-called source pattern, the spirit is the guide, the nibs are gathered to outline the source mark, and each stroke must use the spirit as the ink, so the source pattern that is portrayed can only be able to arouse the source of heaven and earth."
"You have to remember that when you inscribe the Yuanwen, you need to be like stopping water, without the slightest distracting thoughts. You can turn the Yuanwen pen in your hand into a part of yourself, so that you can gather the spirit of the pen and make the pen move with your heart and complete it in one go."
"..."
"Next, continue to practice the three source patterns I taught you a month ago. I hope someone can successfully complete one of them today." After the lecture, the lecturer said.
And as soon as this statement came out, a wailing sound suddenly sounded in the book garden, and many young girls looked bitter. It seemed simple to practice this source pattern, but after each practice, the souls of the people would wear out and become tired. sense.
"Huh, howl, howl, I teach you that the three origin patterns, bull pattern, light body pattern and iron skin pattern are only entry-level." Hearing these wailing sounds, the middle-aged lecturer was also severe. Angrily shouted, his voice was full of hatred for iron and steel.
Many young girls looked angry at the lecturer, and they also shrank their necks, not daring to speak out, and then they all took the origin pattern pen and began to paint on the jade board in front of them.
Zhou Yuan also smiled slightly, holding the Yuanwen pen in his hand, his mind was concentrated, and the noise around him was immediately shielded, and his heart was as quiet as a secluded pool. He stared at the smooth jade board, and a ray of light appeared between his eyebrows. Immediately after the tip of the Yuanwen pen's nose, a faint red light flickered.
Zhou Yuan started writing his pen, and the tip of the pen slowly traversed the jade board, leaving a series of complex origin marks. These traces, like the hanging horns of an antelope, exude a certain flavor, and when they are completely combined, It also seemed to possess a kind of magical power.
Each source pattern is formed by a combination of more or less source marks. Generally speaking, the more source marks a source pattern has, the stronger its grade and power.
And what Zhou Yuan is painting right now is the iron skin pattern, one of the three source patterns. This is only an entry-level source pattern with hundreds of source marks. However, he wants to perfect these hundreds of complex source marks. Obviously, it takes a lot of practice to portray it.
Zhou Yuan's pen nib was like a stream of water, flowing quietly, without the slightest stagnation, with a beauty like flowing clouds and flowing water.
During this year, because the eight meridians in his body were not visible, he spent almost all of his time studying the origin pattern, so in this, his foundation was much deeper than that of other students.
Of course, the most important point is that he can feel that his soul is better than ordinary people. It seems that although his luck was taken away and the roots of Shenglong were destroyed, fortunately, he did not hurt him. His soul, I thought it was too young at the time, and the soul had not yet condensed, so he escaped.
The tip of the pen was flowing. After a few minutes, as Zhou Yuan's slender palm gently slashed down, the jade board in front of him suddenly burst out with a ray of light, and I saw a complex and charming source pattern on it. Slowly forming.
"Okay, yes, the pattern is perfect, but there is a god in the pen. This iron-skin pattern is considered a successful masterpiece." And the moment Zhou Yuan finished it, a laugh of admiration came from beside him.
Zhou Yuan looked up, only to see that the lecturer didn't know when to stand beside him, looking at the Origin Pattern on his jade board with a smile of appreciation.
The other young girls in the church all raised their heads and looked at Zhou Yuan, with some exclamation in their eyes. Some of them hadn't even written a pen here, but Zhou Yuan had already succeeded.
The lecturer was also in a much better mood, and sighed at many students: "If you could all have such a learning efficiency, that would be great."
When many young girls heard the words, they all smiled and shook their heads. His Royal Highness Zhou Yuan obviously has a lot of talent in this. How can everyone be required to have this kind of efficiency
However, in the midst of the many laughs, a strange laugh came out abruptly.
"Hehe, what the lecturer said is bad. Our main focus is more on opening the veins. Naturally, we can't devote ourselves to the study of the source pattern like His Royal Highness Zhou Yuan. Otherwise, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?"
This laughter was slightly harsh, and the church suddenly became quiet, and many eyes followed.
Zhou Yuan also raised his eyebrows slightly, cast his sights, and then he saw that not far away, a young man in Jinyi was looking at him with a smile but a smile, turning the Yuanwen pen in his hand lazily.
The smile at the corner of the mouth is slightly mocking.