"Sister, what are you talking about? Isn't Chu Yang the young master of a big family?" Qin Yun asked quickly.
"It's just him, how could it be possible? Chu Yang was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse and cured Mr. Lin's disease. In addition, Mr. Lin is also a good-looking person, so he held a cocktail party to thank him. Originally, Chu Yang relied on the Lin family to thank him. There is some future, but the future son-in-law of the Lin family, Master Yin, doesn’t like him. Do you think Chu Yang will still have good things to eat in the future? The Lin family will definitely alienate Chu Yang in the future. Without the support of the Lin family, he is nothing!"
When the Qin family heard what Qin Yao said, they suddenly realized.
Old Mrs. Qin was tied up for a long time, and Lao Han's legs were shaking non-stop. At this time, he did not forget to say a few words sarcastically: "After a long time, it turns out that Chu Yang is still the same poor guy!"
Pan Hong immediately drew a clear line: "He is being targeted by the young master of the Yin family. He will definitely not have a good life in the future. We can't have anything to do with him in the future."
"Bah, bah, bah, how could I say such things about marrying him just now? I feel sick to my stomach when I see him now!" Qin Yun's face quickly changed, with disgust for Chu Yang all over her face.
Chu Yang glanced at these "fleas" with a cold look in his eyes.
He is the son of a dragon and does not need any family protection!
...
Chu Yang returned to the villa in Bishui Lanting and took out the wine bottle that Qin Yao called a broken pot.
The wine bottle is stained with rust and covered with green embroidery, and its original appearance is almost unrecognizable, but this is the real dragon bottle.
Chu Yang had always kept it by his side when he was a child. He only regarded this wine bottle as the only relic left to him by his parents. It was not until he awakened to the Dragon Gate inheritance that he learned that it was a token of the Dragon Lords of all generations and had been passed down for thousands of years.
Chu Yang looked at Long Zun, and a memory of his mother that he inherited flashed through his mind.
This is a piece of dusty history.
The year he was born, his parents were poisoned by a mysterious man who joined forces with four ancient aristocratic families. Since then, Longmen has disappeared.
The Chu family, where his father belonged, cruelly abandoned him as a baby in Jiangzhou for the sake of Mingzhe's protection, and swore that they would never recognize each other until they reached the underworld.
In the same year, the Ye family, with whom he had a child engagement, unilaterally broke the engagement and turned to the enemy.
Now Chu Yang has grown up alive and has awakened the dragon vein.
"Dad, Mom, one day, I will revive Longmen and let them pay with blood!"
Chu Yang must speed up the pace of cultivation.
Then he went to the balcony to meditate for a while, shook his head and sighed: "The spiritual energy here is still a little thin, and it is not enough to support me to break through the realm. It seems that I have to go to Qinglong Mountain behind the house to have a look. There should be more spiritual energy there than at home." some."
Chu Yang has just embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, and there is still a long way to go.
There are a total of eight realms in cultivation, including Qi Lian, Xiantian, and Jindan. The first realm of Qi Lian alone is divided into three smaller realms: Foundation Building, Tongxuan, and Shenhai.
Only by entering the foundation-building realm can one touch the threshold of cultivating immortality.
Even so, practitioners who can reach the foundation-building realm are rare in the world and can be called a master-level existence.
Because after entering the foundation building, both physical fitness and reaction speed exceeded the limits of the human body.
Not only that, you can also condense your true energy and practice some spells and talismans.
To a warrior, this is called a Grand Master. To the sorcerer, he is a heavenly master.
Chu Yang now needs to enter the first level of foundation building as soon as possible in order to be able to condense the true energy proficiently. By then, it will not be difficult for him to pick leaves and flowers and exhale to kill people.
He came to the boulder at the top of Qinglong Mountain behind the house and sat down quietly.
There is a villa area in front of the mountain, and a semi-developed scenic spot behind the mountain. It is sparsely populated and has five times the aura at the foot of the mountain.
He quickly entered a meditative state, and the blood in his body gradually boiled. Finally, it was like boiling water, constantly washing the blood vessels and muscles of his body.
Even the internal organs and bone marrow are being washed away like the marrow is being washed away.
This sitting lasts all day and night.
It wasn't until noon the next day that he suddenly opened his eyes, already soaked with sweat.
At this moment, his temperament changed drastically again.
His eyes were as dark and deep as obsidian, bright and majestic.
"Build one level of foundation!"
Chu Yang took a long breath, unable to hide the excitement on his brows.
At this time, there was a hare running in the forest.
Chu Yang couldn't wait to gather his energy, picked up a pine nut, held his breath, and flicked it with his fingers.
Whoosh!
A sound ripped through the air.
Almost at the same time, a gunshot was heard in the woods ahead.
The hare fell.
