This is impossible.

Being so kind to oneself should be due to the influence of their parents. It seems that the father has a good reputation among the princes.

If you think about it, you will know that because he cannot practice martial arts, he has a gentle and open-minded temperament, and values ​​love and justice. Which brother wouldn't like him?

He came to the side of the court in front of the thin and short old man, cupped his fists and saluted: "Chu Zhiyuan has met his thirteenth uncle."

The hairs on his back stood up, reminding him to stay away.

The old man in front of me has white hair and a childish face, and is thin and short, as if he could be knocked away with a punch.

His super sense expanded, and his eyes suddenly became trance-like.

In a daze, he seemed to be on the top of a mountain among the vast mountains.

Under layers of dark clouds, the towering peaks are divided into two parts, with a long and wide river winding into the distance in the middle.

At the end of the river, a rising sun had just risen, shining golden light, but it was half covered by layers of dark clouds.

The golden light of half of the rising sun reflected the dark clouds into purple, the river into a golden dragon, and the peaks on both sides into golden mountains.

He suddenly woke up, restrained his super-sense, and immediately returned to normal.

As if everything is an illusion.

In front of me is still the thin and short old man who can be blown away by a gust of wind.

This is the great master!

A layer of innate brilliance, the master’s inner dharma appears outwardly, what is this, the great master?

"The third oldest son, Minghou, is Chu Zhiyuan?"

The skinny, short old man's eyes were bright and shining without any trace of old age.

"It's the boy." Chu Zhiyuan's face was pale, he tried his best to suppress the slight trembling in his body, and smiled reluctantly: "Father asked the boy to bring greetings to his thirteenth uncle."

"Where's Minghou?"

"My father said that he doesn't want to cause trouble for others or the house, so it's better to stay in the house and not come out. Everyone will be fine."

"...This child——"

Chu Qingfeng was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed.

He immediately reached out and pinched Chu Zhiyuan's wrist, and a subtle breath instantly passed through the meridians in his body.

Before Chu Zhiyuan could react, he was pinched and unable to move.

Chu Qingfeng let go of his wrist and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad,...not bad!"

The princes and princes became more and more curious and wanted to come over.

As the master of these princes and sons, Chu Qingfeng has always been strict, always scolding, often sarcastic, and rarely has any kind words.

Is this Aiwujiwu?

A burly young man with a round face raised his voice and asked: "Uncle Thirteen, what is the realm of the Fourth Brother?"

Chu Zhiyuan ranks fourth among the princes of this generation.

"Practice your skills!...The day after tomorrow has been perfected, and it's much better than your eighteenth uncle!"

The burly young man with a round face grinned: "It's okay to be perfect the day after tomorrow. The nine and ten old people are also perfect the day after tomorrow."

"Old Shiba, you are an uncle, and your cultivation level is not as good as that of your nephew, but you still have the nerve to talk," Chu Qingfeng squinted at him: "Shut your mouth!"

The eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan snorted, closed his mouth and stopped talking. He simply closed his eyes and concentrated on practicing.

Otherwise, the next step will be even worse.

"Come and talk."

"yes."
Chapter completed!