I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

What happened in the hunting ground today is like a seed buried in Zisheng's heart, and it gradually germinates.

Zishou's arm strength really startled Zisheng. It's not that he had never seen people with infinite strength in his previous life, but those people all came from extraordinary backgrounds.

Who would have thought that his elder brother was just an ordinary person in the feudal dynasty, but he was born with supernatural powers.

Zisheng rubbed his head.

In history, there are not people without natural supernatural powers.

For example, Xiang Yu can lift a thousand catties.

Another example……

Zisheng's brain suddenly throbbed.

He thought that this should be the reason why a few of his memories were not recovered.

However, he had a vague impression.

For another example, King Zhou, the king of subjugation, was also extremely powerful. It was rumored that he could pull nine oxen backwards and change pillars for pillars.

But they are just an empty dynasty, they can't be compared with them, and he is not so memorized after all.

After thinking about this, Zisheng focused his attention on himself.

He habitually reflected, and at the same time found that he had made a mistake.

He shouldn't let go of strengthening his own strength just because he only wants to take a vacation.

No matter what situation he is in, he must have the ability to protect himself at all times.

It's one thing not to use it, but you can't have your hole cards.

After thinking clearly, he tried to discover his abilities.

He didn't want to put all his treasures on lotus seeds, the most important thing was to strengthen his own abilities.

For this reason, he deliberately set aside time for meditation to recall the formulas and methods of his previous life.

The Judgment is what he obtained from those Taoist temples and hermits.

At that time, the skills were on the decline, and the only things that could be passed down were some small things, but they were enough for him to cope with the present.

His memory in this life is very good, and his brain seems to have reserved a blank notebook for him.Once he recites the formulas and mental methods, these methods are like engraved in his mind, ready for him to consult at any time.

He thought about it for a whole day, during which his brain throbbed from time to time, which made him sweat profusely and his face turned red.

Half the time from morning to evening, his hands and feet were cramping.Sometimes the exercises went wrong, making his meridians painful like being burned by a raging fire.

For a whole day, his clothes were already drenched, and he finally recalled those spells and performed them on his body.

Zisheng felt that the meridians of his whole body seemed to be opened up, his body was smoother than ever before, and the control of his small body became smoother.

Zisheng lay on the bed panting, stretched out his arms, and snapped his fingers in the air tremblingly.

Tiny flames ignited in the air...

There was another snap of the fingers, but the flame did not go out.

Zisheng hit him two or three times in succession before the flames were finally extinguished.

Zisheng turned over and collapsed on the bed, salty sweat dripped into his eyes, and he closed them subconsciously.

He is still too unfamiliar, so he needs to practice more, at least he has to be familiar with the few commonly used spells.

For several days, Zisheng stayed in the room except for eating.If he didn't look very energetic, the palace people thought something happened to him.

Three or four days later, Zisheng collapsed on the bed again due to weakness.This time he was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his fingers.

Perhaps it was because he was very proficient in several commonly used techniques, he relaxed his whole body, and fell asleep soundly.

In a daze, it seemed that someone lifted him up.

There was imperceptible sullenness in the man's tone.

"Is he sweating like this in the past? Why didn't you hire a witch doctor?"

"Your Highness, spare your life! Your Highness, spare your life!"

"The little prince used to be in good health, except that he didn't like to go out, nothing abnormal..."

The man was breathing heavily, as if suppressing his anger.

Fortunately, that person was not irrational, and in the end he just carried him away.

Zisheng dreamed again that he was a salted fish, and he was being lifted by a rope through his collar.

The "seller" took him around the streets, and someone asked him what kind of fish it was and how much it cost.

The "seller" promoted: "This fish is called the younger brother fish, and one only needs a basket of grapes. If you really want it, just take it back and feed it..."

When Zisheng woke up in a daze, his eyes were completely white.

He rubbed his eyes, the blur disappeared, and only then could he see the texture of the fabric under the whiteness.

He looked up along an embroidery pattern, and there was a black bird in the middle.

Suddenly he heard the middle-aged man's angry voice, Zisheng turned over in shock, and just hit the black bird's tail with his head.

"Meet Your Highness the Prince." Suddenly someone worshiped him, and Zisheng followed the voice, half of his vision was blocked by the table in front of him.

It was only then that Zisheng realized that he was nestled in someone's arms. He first responded to the saluting person, and then looked up.

The familiar face is very similar to him, but this person had loose hair two days ago, but today he tied up his hair and dressed neatly.

This person is his brother-in-law Shou.

He was leaning on Zi Shou's lower abdomen, and Zi Shou stretched out a hand to caress his head.

Zishou was talking with his courtiers today, and when Zisheng woke up, it happened to be the end of the conversation.

Seeing that the little prince had woken up, the courtiers did not disturb the accumulation of feelings between the two brothers.

He asked Zishou to resign, and Zishou agreed.

Before leaving, the courtier glanced at the two of them, feeling relieved in his heart.

The prince has always looked down on his brothers, and no one can control him except the king.

He was really worried that the prince would act arbitrarily after he ascended the throne.It's fine if it's in the right direction.If the direction is wrong, no one can pull it back.

I hope their relationship can last forever, and they will have someone who can talk to the prince in the future.

As soon as the minister left, Zisheng was poked down with a finger, and fell on Zishou's lap.

Zisheng: ...

He got up again and poked the quilt with his finger again.

Zisheng propped himself up with both arms, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Wang, if you continue to mess around like this, I will take a detour when I see Brother Wang in the future."

After Zishou heard about it, he stopped, and he became bored.

Seeing Zisheng turned over to face the roof, he rubbed Zisheng's face.

Zisheng was so confused by his brother Wang that he didn't want to talk anymore.

He stared at the mysterious bird on the opponent's costume, and memories of this dynasty came to his mind.

They respect white, and the black bird is the totem of the dynasty.

The Mysterious Bird of Destiny, descended to give birth to Shang.

In the previous dynasty, cyan was honored, and its attribute was wood.

Because the five elements restrain each other, and gold restrains wood, the attribute of their dynasty is gold, and gold is white.

At this moment, people from the first palace walked in from outside the palace and saluted the two of them.

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness."

Zishou signaled the man to continue.

The palace man bowed and said: "Someone caught a young fox outside, and saw that it has spirituality, so I presented it to Your Highness."

There was a child here, and Zishou was more patient, so he asked for the young fox to be brought up.

After a while, someone walked in with a delicate bamboo cage.

From a distance, Zisheng saw a small snow-white dot in the cage.

The palace man knelt on the ground and offered the bamboo cage with both hands.

Zishou lifted his chin, and the palace servant instantly understood the meaning, and opened the bamboo cage.

Zishou went in with one hand and grabbed the young fox.At the moment of grasping, the young fox struggled slightly, but it seemed that his strength was exhausted, and his limbs dropped.

Zisheng's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and said nothing more.

Zishou pinched the fox's neck and lifted it up. Seeing that he was not angry, he questioned the palace man.

"Give me a dead fox? Huh?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but the palace servant was paralyzed with fright.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I was still a little energetic when I first sent it. I thought it was still young..."

Zishou was about to throw the fox out, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed Zisheng's expression.

He put the young fox in Zisheng's hand when Zisheng was distracted.Zisheng came back to his senses all of a sudden, but he didn't have the fear of dead things that ordinary children have.

Zisheng looked down at the young fox, and he could feel the young fox's weak heartbeat in his palm.

Zisheng lowered his eyes.

He should be saved.

Zishou laughed when he saw this scene. He pinched the back of his younger brother's neck, which was fleshy and felt good.

He bent down and said to Zisheng in a low voice: "Does Zisheng want this young fox?"

Zisheng said, "Yes!"

"Then you shed a tear for Brother Wang?"

Zisheng: ...

After being poked down twice, Zisheng left with the young fox in his arms.

After returning, Zisheng tried to use Qi to penetrate the young fox's whole body.However, he had just introduced the spiritual power from the surface of the young fox's body, and its body seemed to be solid, and it could not be pushed inward at all.

Zisheng didn't believe that there would be a living being whose body would be blocked to such an extent. He introduced spiritual power again, and the young fox's body was as hard to move as a rock.

Zisheng never gives up until he achieves his goal. He twists his spiritual power into a small strand and aims at one of them to strike hard——

In an instant, half of his own spiritual power was consumed, and the blockage was only slightly pushed away.

Zi Shengru passed through the sweat, his clothes were soaked, and his breathing became significantly heavier.

At the same time, under his palm, the snow-white fox fur trembled slightly, and the fox's eyes also opened a small gap, and a young child was reflected in Ru Mo's eyes.

Zisheng is a stickler, and today he doesn't believe that he can't get through the young fox.

He stretched out his left hand, the index finger and middle finger merged, the two fingers shimmering and he pressed them towards his heart suddenly, and the aura on his body became thicker in an instant.

The young fox froze at first, then trembled continuously, and his body became weaker.

Zisheng's brain buzzed, and his heart was hot, as if boiling water flowed down his right arm to his palm.He aimed the scorching heat at the young fox's body, and firmly grasped the strength.

Sure enough, with the help of Lianzi's power, the clogging of the young fox's body was nothing to worry about, and all the places where the power went were emptied. Instead, he began to worry about not being able to hurt the young fox's body.

Until the last blockage in the young fox's body was emptied, Zisheng instantly withdrew his strength, and his right arm also went numb and lost consciousness.

The next day, when he woke up, he was looking into the glassy eyes of the young fox.

The white fox fur touched the tip of his nose, Zisheng raised his hand to rub his nose, and the young fox stepped back knowingly.

When he was about to get up, the young fox tenderly bit the corner of his quilt and pulled the quilt away for him.

The young fox does not have a tail and is only a dozen centimeters long.Its fluffy tail is bigger than its body, and it dangles so much that it could be used as a quilt if it hung down.