Chapter 1 Prince of Xia
Qianjing, the capital of Xia, is located in Dongyi, at the end of Jinxia Mountain. It corresponds to the Ji (ji) in the seven places in the east, where the dragon's tail is, and it means that the dragon sees the beginning but not the end.
For 300 years, Xia Guoguo has been prosperous and vast, and it is a major country in Dongyi.
On this day, just at noon, the sun was blazing, and the trees in Qianjing were fascinated and drooped weakly.
In the depths of the palace, in the courtyard of the East Palace, there are more than a dozen young girls who are like flowers and jade, either holding water or standing in the shade with tea.
Bang bang...
In the courtyard, the fist wind roared like a dragon, like a tiger roar, and the air was blown up with ripples.
A young man in white under the scorching sun is fresh and handsome, and there is a faint purple atmosphere between his eyebrows. He is the appearance of the emperor, and his momentum is compelling.
The teenager's body is like a wolf running leopard dancing, snakes and crane dancing, changing seven postures in a row, either squatting, sitting, kneeling, or lying down.
This series of movements, such as antelope hanging horns, are natural.
"Although I, Mo Zhilan, am the prince of the State of Xia, I am a mortal fetus after all. It is recorded in the classics of the State of Xia that the ten-fold physical transformation of the martial artist has the power of a thousand armies, and can take the head of the enemy general from a million troops, but the ten-fold physical body is not the limit, it is just the beginning. There is also a magical secret realm on the physical realm. My Taizu of Xia is a character in the magical secret realm. He can fly through the air, manipulate thunder and lightning, kill people with swords... He is really a fairy-like character.
Mo Zhilan, at the age of ten, won the evaluation of his father's words, "Good as water, can be in charge of the society". After ten years old, he was addicted to martial arts, and he could only live long life.
Life with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and moon.
"The meat identity is tenfold, one-fold health care, two-fold training, three moves, four-fold hardness and softness, five-fold divine power, six-fold breath, seven-fold inner strength, eight-fold divine courage, nine-fold psychic, ten-fold divine transformation. Now the prince's fist is strong, and in the muscles and bones, like thunder, the air machine can attract the air. It has reached the realm of eight bravery. In time, it will be more powerful than those generals in the army. Suddenly, a middle-aged man in brocade appeared in the courtyard. He was tall and magnificent, like a mountain, full of oppression. Standing there gave people a kind of aggressive momentum.
This person is Mo Zhilan's martial arts teacher. Xia Guo often wins Hou Yao Yuan, and he is a master of the peak of the ten-fold body. He once killed the prince of Dahua with one punch, but now he has abandoned martial arts and is full of knowledge and no longer under the three princes.
When Mo Zhilan saw him coming, he immediately stopped and looked at him with a smile.
Only by fighting bravely in martial arts can you make progress. As the prince of the State of Xia, it is obviously unrealistic for Mo Zhilan to go to the battlefield to practice. Prince Dahua is the best example.
Although there are countless warriors in the palace, and there are many masters of the realm of divine change, these people have too much respect and inferiority, and they always lack an unprecedented tragedy when they fight with Mo Zhilan.
The only person in Qianjing who can take action without any consideration is Changshenghou Yaoyuan.
Yao Yuan also understood what Mo Zhilan meant. He took a step forward and came to Mo Zhilan.
"Prince, be careful!" Yao Yuan opened his five fingers, and then shook violently, clenched his fists and five fingers, and burst into a series of explosions. The strong wind suddenly rose in the courtyard, making the surrounding leaves crackle.
Between Yao Yuan's movements, Mo Zhilan felt the overwhelming momentum over, like a mountain, like a tide, and extremely condensed.
"It's so fierce. This is the murderous spirit sharpened in the army, moving forward. God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.
Mo Zhilan felt this air machine, did not retreat but move forward, punched out, the strong wind tore, and the air exploded. Xia Guo's boxing skills are most fierce and domineering, extremely powerful, powerful and powerful.
Therefore, in the face of Yao Yuan and Mo Zhilan, he can't retreat. As soon as he retreats, his momentum will be weak. The martial arts spirit and fist will cannot be integrated, and his strength will also be reduced by three points.
"Shake the mountain hammer!"
Yao Yuan's right arm twitched one round, and the air was shaken out with a layer of ripples.
Bum!
When the two fists intersect, Mo Zhilan only felt a mountain peak hit his hand, and his wrist bones suddenly became sore.
This punch obviously left Yao Yuan strength, otherwise he would directly break his arm.
If it is hit on his chest, his internal organs will be smashed.
Yao Yuan stood still, looked at Mo Zhilan, who was shocked several feet, and smiled, "The prince is now close to the physical nine-fold psychic world with the power of five horses. But if it is too strong and easy to break, the wisdom will be hurt. If it is strong, it will be humiliated, and the love will not last long. Only the control force can make a step further.
"Control power?" Mo Zhilan's face showed a thoughtful expression. He had always thought that the more powerful the boxing was, the better. With one punch, the power is infinite, and the monument is broken. But now Yao Yuan opened another door to him in a few words.
One force reduces ten benefits, and the force here refers to absolute power. Obviously, he doesn't have it. There's nothing to say.
When you meet a master like Yao Yuan, he has the power of fifteen horses, which is three times stronger than him. Naturally, hard work can't get any benefits, so you can only use wisdom.
Apply wisdom to boxing, that is, softness, hardness and softness, fist strength but not.
At this moment, Mo Zhilan suddenly became cheerful. Although there is still a long way to go from the psychic world, there is at least a clear direction.
When he came to his senses, he found that the courtyard was brightly lit, and Yao Yuan had already left.
"Wow, I was distracted. This is a martial arts taboo. Anyone can kill me just now." Mo Zhilan thought, and more than a dozen maids of honor also gathered around.
"Your Highness, wash your face quickly."
"Your Highness, drink a bowl of sour plum soup to reduce the summer heat."
"Your Highness, this is the ginseng soup you ordered to stew."
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When Mo Zhilan saw a piece of white flowers on the maid's chest, he suddenly felt the blood surging, and couldn't help laughing twice. These maids of honor are fat and thin, and the flowers are full of flowers and branches. They are all beautiful people, and they are all shy to be picked by the king.
I can't say it. That's nonsense, and ghosts don't believe it.
"Once you practice martial arts, once you break the body of pure yang and vent your vitality, you will get twice the result in the future. In order to achieve the secret world of magic power, I can only endure it now!"
Mo Zhilan picked up the ginseng soup and drank it. Before long, he felt a hot breath rising in his abdomen. If ordinary people eat too much deer antler, ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, they will have symptoms of deficiency and deficiency.
But there is no such thing as people who practice martial arts, which is why there is a saying that they are poor and rich in martial arts. Like Mo Zhilan, he cultivated to the state of bravery, and his body was extremely strong. Ordinary swords and sticks could not hurt him. It is completely accumulated by nourishing soup and medicinal wine. Deer antler, tiger bone, snake gall, Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng and so on are all extremely precious medicinal materials.
"It's broken. I promised Ziyan to give her a barbecue today, but now I'm afraid I'll miss the time." Mo Zhilan patted his forehead, remembered one thing, and now walked out.
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Mo Zhilan left out of the East Palace and arrived at Wenxiangyuan.
This Wenxiangyuan is where Ziyan lives. She is a princess of a small overseas country and was abcroached by the army of Xia. The country of Xia is rich in land and abundant, and the east is close to the coast. Every few years, it will use troops against overseas countries and collect wealth.
Like some princes, princesses also want to catch a lot. If these princesses are lucky, they will be rewarded by the emperor as concubines for military generals. If they are unlucky, they will be sent to the laundry as official prostitutes and killed alive.
As for Ziyan, she is born blind. Even if she has the qualifications of beauty, she can't escape the tragic fate of entering the laundry.
Of course, the premise is that she is not favored by Mo Zhilan.
In the crackling sound, the flames devouring the firewood, making a crisp sound and emitting light smoke. Mo Zhilan skewered a pheasant with an iron brazing and roasted it on the fire. With the burning of the flame, the pheasant gradually turned golden yellow, and a grain of fat also condensed into water and dripped down.
By the lotus pond, there is a fragrant and delicious food, overflowing everywhere.
Ziyan sniffed gently and was stunned. There was a faint blush on her face. The breeze blowing in the depths of the woods gently swept up her soft long hair and brushed her white jade-like delicate face.
After a while, Mo Zhilan came close to smell it and smiled brightly: "Okay, you can eat it. At this time, the roast chicken is crispy and tender, and has the best taste.
He said that he tore a chicken leg and handed it to Ziyan.
"Ye-huh."
Ziyan took the chicken leg, took a few bites and stopped. For a long time, she looked at Mo Zhilan with her big unfocused eyes, with a faint shyness on her face. She said quietly, "When I was a child, I heard from my mother that a man who could cook was a good man, and a man who could cook for his wife was a good man. At that time, I was thinking that I would find a good man to marry in the future. Later, I was disappointed, because those people would rather rack their brains to make you happy than make you a bowl of white porridge. Really, I just want a small bowl of white porridge, and I'm satisfied even if it's hard to swallow. Later, I met you. Your roast meat is so delicious. I'm addicted to it..."
At this moment, Ziyan's beautiful and beautiful face was half confused and half gentle.
Mo Zhilan looked at it carefully and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Dong Dong Dong..."
At this time, Hong Zhong Dalu's voice came out, and the sound of "dong-dong" was like a thunder drum, which hit people's hearts, and the whole dry Kyoto heard it clearly.
Small problems
Natural narcissist test: Which shape of dressing mirror would you choose?
A, square mirror
B, round mirror
C, oval mirror
D, triangle mirror
E, irregular shape
The answer will be announced in the second update tomorrow