There was silence in the inner hall, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was breathless.

Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Qing sitting beside him. The latter's face that seemed majestic on weekdays was full of powerlessness and depressedness. Obviously, this incident that year also had a great blow to him.

His own son was taken away by his enemy in front of him, and his luck was broken, 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 personality. I think if it weren't for the purpose of protecting hundreds of millions of people in Zhou's people at that time, he would have really chosen to burn with King Wu.

"So this is the root cause that my eight veins have never been revealed and it is difficult to cultivate. This Martial King is such a cruel method." Zhou Yuan looked at the dark red slowly squirming in his palm, and his eyes were filled with anger.

The Martial King took his luck and destroyed his holy dragon. He still didn't give up. He obviously planned to kill the roots, so that he could be forced to death by the poison of the resentful dragon.

Moreover, what made Zhou Yuan most angry was that his mother's queen was severely damaged by her vitality and her life span was less than ten years.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the surging anger in his heart. He looked at Qin Yu who fell asleep on the side but had a pale cheek, and his heart was cut like a knife. He asked, "Father, what should I do if that mother? Her life span..."

Zhou Qing was silent for a moment and said slowly: "There are heaven and earth treasures that can increase life span. If you can get it, it can extend the life span of your mother, but..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qing smiled bitterly and said, "That kind of treasure is so rare. I have devoted all the human resources in our Great Zhou to search, but I still find it hard to get it."

"After all, our Great Zhou Dynasty is not as good as we were back then. Now we are hiding in a corner, and we can only barely protect ourselves."

Zhou Yuan held his palm tightly. At this moment, he finally realized the benefits of having power. If he could have power, even in a dangerous desperate situation, he could explore and find the kind of treasure that could increase his lifespan.

However, the eight meridians that were not revealed in his body for a long time made him unable to protect himself.

Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Father, can't I really become a Master of Source?"

For his mother, he lost her essence and blood and reduced her life. As a son of man, how could she sit still? And... it would be fine if the Wu family didn't know about them, and since they knew it now, this debt could not 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 Master Yuan!

Hearing Zhou Yuan's words, Zhou Qing frowned, as if he was pondering something. After a while, he whispered: "You really don't want to give up?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head gently. Although the sufferings over the years have caused him torture, they have also made him mature and tenacity beyond this age.

He knew that when the Wu family rebelled and took his luck, the two would be dead.

Now they can survive in the Great Zhou Dynasty because of the ancestor oath made by King Wu back then. It can be imagined that once a hundred years is reached, the Wu Dynasty will definitely be the first to wash away their Great Zhou Dynasty to prevent future troubles.

Therefore, if he wants to change this result, he must have enough power.

Zhou Qing was also a little relieved about Zhou Yuan's determination. After a slight silence, he patted Zhou Yuan's shoulder heavily and said, "Okay! I am unwilling to give up easily. I am worthy of being my Zhou Qing's son! Since you have this wish, then the father will naturally give you his best!"

"The father has a way?" Zhou Yuan's eyes lit up and he said in surprise when he heard Zhou Qing's words.

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, then smiled bitterly again, saying, "Don't be too happy too early, because even I can't determine whether this method is effective."

"What method?" Zhou Yuan couldn't wait to finally have the vitality of a young man.

"Three days later, it will be the ancestral sacrifice. This time, you go to the ancestral land with me."

Zhou Qing didn't say in detail, but just smiled, then he paused and continued, "But I have a condition too."

"What conditions?" Zhou Yuan was stunned and said in confusion.

Zhou Qing said seriously: "No matter whether you can open the meridians at that time, you must not give up the way of learning the source pattern. You must know that if your eight meridians are still not open, then practicing the source pattern is your last way out. If the source pattern is cultivated to a high level, it may not be impossible to suppress the resentful dragon poison in your body."

In this world, the source master is the mainstream, but it is not the only one. Instead, there are hundreds of flowers blooming in this area and opening up many ways. For example, the so-called source pattern is the most profound and profound.

During these times when the eight meridians were not revealed, Zhou Yuan practiced this source pattern under Zhou Qing's instruction. After all, the so-called skills are too strong and many source masters will actually roughly learn some source patterns.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan nodded gently. In fact, he understood the profound meaning of Zhou Qing's words, because he was worried that he would still not show his eight veins at that time, and would give up on himself after he could not become the Source Master.

Zhou Qing nodded, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"You have a day off first, and you will still go to Dazhou Mansion to study tomorrow. In three days, I will take you to the ancestral land."

"Okay!" The boy's voice was filled with deep expectation.

Zhou Qing smiled and touched Zhou Yuan's head, then picked up Qin Yu who had fallen asleep, and walked out of the inner hall with Qin Master beside him.

Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Qing's back. The majestic back that was usually seen was a sad feeling of powerlessness and dusk. He knew that his former father should have been ambitious, but he was bit by bit exhausted by the cruel reality.

And the initiator of all this was the Martial King.

Zhou Yuan's lips were pursed tightly, but a hint of coldness appeared on his slightly weak and tender face.

"The Wu family, King Wu...we will calculate these debts one by one in the future!"

...

The next day.

When the morning came, Zhou Yuan came out of the palace under the protection of a team of guards and headed straight to the northwest area of ​​Dazhou City, where Dazhou Mansion was located.

The so-called Great Zhou Mansion was created by Zhou Qing personally ordered the establishment of a few years ago, and at the same time mobilized the military masters as mentors. When the Great Zhou Mansion recruited students, it was not discriminated in its status. Even civilians, as long as they had talent, could still be allowed to enter the Great Zhou Mansion to practice.

Over the years, the Great Zhou Prefecture has cultivated a lot of talents for the Great Zhou Dynasty, so its status has become higher and higher in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so even the Highness Zhou Yuan, is studying here.

At the gate of the Great Zhou Mansion, the defense was very strict, and the guards wearing armor strictly tested the identity cards of all entrants. However, Zhou Yuan naturally avoided this procedure. In this Great Zhou City, no one would not know him, His Highness.

"Meet Your Highness!"

So when Zhou Yuan appeared at the gate, the guards all bent respectfully at him.

"Your Highness." Many students from the Great Zhou Mansion came and went, all of whom smiled at Zhou Yuan at this time, with a little respect in their expressions.

Zhou Yuan also smiled and clasped his fists to return the greeting. 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 gave them civilians the opportunity to improve their status and change their destiny.

Dazhou Prefecture, Xiyuan.

In a spacious and bright church, desks are neatly arranged. In front of the desks, many young girls kneel and sit down, and the atmosphere is quiet.

In front of a desk in the first row, Zhou Yuan also knelt peacefully. On his desk, there was a smooth jade board and a long dark red pen lying flat on the other side.

The whole body of this pen is like red jade. The hair on the tip of the pen is made of the softest hair on the abdomen of the flame rat. It is a source-patterned pen.

If you want to talk about the most important thing in portraying the source pattern, then everyone will say three words, the source pattern brush.

All source patterns require source patterns as medium to outline the mysterious and profound source patterns, thereby igniting the source energy between heaven and earth and exerting great power.

Therefore, the importance of the source pattern brush is self-evident. Without the source pattern brush, no matter how high your attainment in the source pattern, I am afraid that the power of the inscribed source pattern will be discounted.

Zhou Yuan held the red jade source pen in his hand, but his eyes were looking at the front, where a middle-aged man's lecturer was giving a class calmly.

"The so-called source pattern, the soul is used as the guide, gathers the tip of the pen, outlines the source marks, and every stroke, the soul is used as ink. Therefore, the source pattern carved can only be used as the source energy of heaven and earth."

"You must remember that when inscriptions on the source patterns, your heart must be as calm as water, and you must not have any distractions. Turn the source patterns in your hands into a part of yourself. Only in this way can you gather your soul at the tip of the pen, so that the pen will move with your heart and complete it in one go."

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"Next, continue practicing the three source patterns I taught you a month ago. I hope someone can successfully complete one of them today." After the lecturer finished the explanation, he spoke.

As soon as this statement came out, a wailing sound suddenly sounded in the book garden. Many young girls looked bitter in their faces, just because practicing this source pattern seemed simple, but after each practice, it would cause people's soul to lose their souls and feel tired.

"Hmph, howl, howl, what a howl, I will teach you the three source patterns, barbarian bull patterns, light body patterns and iron skin patterns, are all just entry-level." Hearing these wailings, the middle-aged lecturer also angrily, his voice full of regret.

Many young girls saw the lecturer angry, and they shrank their necks and did not dare to make a sound. Then they all picked up the original pen and began to carve it on the jade board in front of them.

Zhou Yuan also smiled slightly, holding the Yuanbing brush in his hand, his mind calmed down, and the noisy sounds around him were immediately blocked cleanly, and his heart was as quiet as a pool. He stared at the smooth jade board, and a light appeared between his eyebrows. Then, a faint red light flashed at the tip of the Yuanbing brush's nose.

Zhou Yuan put his pen down, and the tip slowly passed through the jade board, leaving behind complicated traces of origin. These traces like antelope hanging on their horns exuded a certain charm, and when they were fully combined, they seemed to have a magical power.

Each source pattern is formed by a combination of more or less source marks. Generally speaking, the more source marks the source pattern has, the stronger its grade and power.

What Zhou Yuan is painting now is the iron-skin pattern, one of the three source patterns. This is just an entry-level source pattern, with hundreds of source marks. However, it is obviously necessary to perfectly portray these hundreds of complex source marks.

Zhou Yuan's pen tip is like a stream of water, flowing quietly without any stagnation, and has a sense of beauty like flowing water.

During this year, because the eight veins in his body were not revealed, he spent almost all his time learning source patterns, so his foundation was far deeper than other students.

Of course, the most important point is that he could feel that his soul should be better than ordinary people. It seems that although his luck was taken away and the roots of the holy dragon were damaged, fortunately, he did not hurt his soul. I think he was too young at that time and his soul had not yet appeared, so he escaped a disaster.

The tip of the pen flowed. After a few minutes, as Zhou Yuan's slender palm gently stroked down, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the jade board in front of him. On it, a complex and charming source pattern slowly formed.

"Okay, good, the perfect pattern is the magic of the pen. This iron-skinned pattern is considered a successful masterpiece." And the moment Zhou Yuan finished it, a laugh of admiration also came from beside him.

Zhou Yuan looked up and saw that the lecturer had stood beside him for some time, looking at the source pattern on his jade board with admiration and smile.

The other young girls in the church all looked up and looked at Zhou Yuan with a little amazement in their eyes. Some of them had not even written a pen, but Zhou Yuan had already succeeded.

The lecturer was also in a much better mood and sighed to the many students: "How great would it be if you all had such learning efficiency."

When many young girls heard this, they all smiled and shook their heads. His Highness Zhou Yuan was obviously quite talented in this, so how could they require everyone to have such efficiency?

However, among the many laughters, a strange laugh sound suddenly sounded.

"Haha, the lecturer's words are not bad. Our main focus is on opening the meridians. Naturally, we cannot devote ourselves to the study of the source pattern like His Highness Zhou Yuan. Otherwise, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?"

The laughter was a little harsh, which made the church quiet, and many eyes looked along.

Zhou Yuan also raised his eyebrows slightly and cast his eyes on him. Then he saw that not far away, a young man in brocade was looking at him with a smile, turning his lazily expression on the source pen in his hand.
Chapter completed!