Chapter 2 Balao

"Third prince!"

Old Bai was startled and reached out to support the shaky Chu Tian.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." A trace of sadness flashed across Chu Tian's eyes. He waved his hand to reject Old Bai's kindness, and at the same time, his eyes swept across the ground, "Old Bai, arrange for someone to clean the ground!"

"Okay."

Old Bai sighed, shook his head, and immediately began to arrange for someone to quickly clean up the dirt on the ground.

Chu Tian walked alone to a nearby willow tree, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

"Three days later, Xishui and Chu Xi were engaged. Has it really come to this..."

Chu Tian whispered softly, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind.

Su Xishui was born in the Su family, a large family in Qianyang County second only to the Chu family. His father is Su Shilun, the current head of the Su family.

Not only is she of noble status, but she is also very graceful at a young age, like a lotus emerging from the water, and her cultivation talent is not weak at all. She has many admirers among the disciples of the aristocratic families in Qianyang County.

Before, when Chu Tian's amazing talent was still there, the two of them spent almost every day together and practiced together. They were regarded as a perfect match by the entire Marquisate.

Unfortunately, as Chu Tian fell step by step, the contact between the two became less and less, and they have not seen each other for more than half a year.

Chu Tian did not know whether the other party chose to stay away from him voluntarily or was forced to stay away from him due to the pressure of the family.

In either case, it was impossible for him and Su Xishui to be together.

Thinking of this, he felt a little pain in his heart.

Chu Tian knew that Chu Xi had secretly loved Su Xishui for a long time, and it was not surprising that the two were engaged now.

And the reason why Chu Tian was called to this engagement was probably to show Chu Xi a demonstration, or even humiliation.

After a while, Chu Tian exhaled a long breath, opened his eyes, and looked down at his chest stained with a large area of ​​blood red.

After defeating Chu Li with a punch just now, his cultivation level dropped from the third level of the body refining realm to the second level of the body refining realm, which was not beyond his expectations.

Because this situation has happened once before.

That was more than a year ago, he fought with a disciple of a noble family in the city. Although he successfully defeated the opponent, his cultivation level also dropped from the sixth level of the body refining realm to the fifth level of the body refining realm afterwards.

After that, he became much more cautious and never fought with others easily again.

Today, because of a moment of anger, he fought with Chu Li, and as a result, his cultivation level dropped from the third level of the body refining realm to the second level of the body refining realm. I am afraid that in half a year at most, his cultivation level will completely disappear and become a mortal.

"It is impossible that there is no way. As long as we find the reason for the continuous decline in cultivation, we will definitely find a corresponding solution!"

Chu Tian clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.

Reason told him that a person's cultivation level could not fall for no reason. There must be a reason. As long as the reason is found, there must be a solution.

Half a year!

He still has half a year to solve his own problems, otherwise once he becomes a mortal, he may never be able to practice again.

Half an hour later, Bai Lao and others had cleaned up the scene. Chu Tian got back on the carriage and led the convoy out of the Marquis' Mansion.

Late at night, there was silence.

A black mansion in the central area of ​​Qianyang Marquis' Mansion was brightly lit.

"What! You were punched away by Chu Tian, ​​that waste, and your silver bow was taken away!"

A handsome, strong, short-haired young man stood up and stared at Chu Li with dissatisfaction.

Chu Li was pale, his head drooped, and his hands hung by his side, like a child who had made a mistake.

The short-haired young man in front of him was his brother, the eldest son of the Marquis' Mansion, Chu Xi, the future Marquis of Qianyang!

"It shouldn't be like this. The dose of poison was enough. How could the third brother fight across levels and defeat the second brother with one punch..."

After a tantrum, Chu Xi turned his head and looked out the window, frowning and muttering in a low voice.

"Is the dose of poison enough?"

When Chu Li heard Chu Xi's muttering, his face changed suddenly, and his hair stood on end in an instant. He shuddered.

He came closer and stared at Chu Xi: "Brother, is it really because you secretly poisoned Chu Tian that his cultivation level kept falling?"

In the Marquis's Mansion, there was a rumor that Chu Tian was secretly poisoned by someone, and the person who poisoned him was probably Chu Xi, or even the Marquis' wife who had always been hostile to Chu Tian.

However, this rumor lacked solid evidence, and gradually no one believed it.

"Hmph! Of course it wasn't me, someone else poisoned it." Chu Xi smiled coldly, and then looked at Chu Li with a warning look, "The poisoning must be kept secret, and it must not be leaked!"

"Understood!"

Chu Li hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

In his opinion, even if his eldest brother did not do the poisoning himself, he was definitely involved, and even his mother might be involved.

The eldest brother is worthy of being the eldest brother, his methods are cruel!

After knowing that Chu Tian was deeply poisoned and difficult to get rid of, because of what happened in the evening, the anger accumulated in Chu Li's chest finally disappeared.

"Chu Tian, ​​three days later, I will let you watch me get engaged to your beloved woman. That must be a very pleasant feeling."

After a while, a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Chu Xi's mouth.

...

At the same time, in a dilapidated house on the edge of the Marquis's Mansion.

The candlelight flickered, and the light and darkness were uncertain.

Chu Tian sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyes closed, his hands pinched, and secretly tried to operate his main practice method "Tong Yuan Wu Jing".

Unfortunately, after operating it several times in a row, several key positions in Chu Tian's body were firmly blocked, and the spiritual essence could not pass through at all.

After a while, Chu Tian gritted his teeth, a hint of cruelty appeared on his face, he took a deep breath, and used all his strength to promote the operation of the method.

Just a breath later.

Puff!

Chu Tian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and ugly, and his spirit instantly became weak.

"Ahem...boy, let me remind you that your attempt is no different from seeking death!"

Suddenly, a strange old voice sounded in the room.

"Who! Who is talking!"

Regardless of his injuries, Chu Tian stood up all of a sudden, with a vigilant look, quickly turned his head, and swept his sharp eyes around.

However, there was no one else in the room except him!

"Boy, stop looking, I'm right in front of you."

Just when Chu Tian rubbed his eyebrows, thinking that he was too tired and had hallucinations, the old voice sounded again.

Chu Tian immediately looked at the broken knife that was wrapped in layers beside the bed.

The next breath, he picked up the broken knife and quickly untied the layers of linen wrapped around the surface, revealing the true appearance of the broken knife.

This is a gray-black broken knife, and the remaining part is less than one-third of the complete one. There are faint traces of dark patterns on the surface of the blade, which looks inconspicuous.

This knife was bought by Chu Tian from a stall a few years ago. Apart from being sharp enough to cut through iron, there was nothing special about it.

Swish!

The moment the broken knife revealed its true appearance, the shadow of an old man in black robes jumped out. The old man's hair was gray and scattered casually, and wrinkles were vaguely revealed on his blurred face.

"What!"

Chu Tian was startled, threw down the broken knife, and took a few steps back.

"Weapon spirit!"

After a while, two words jumped out of Chu Tian's mouth, and then an ecstatic expression appeared on Chu Tian's face.

Weapon spirit, that is a legendary thing, only very high-level weapons can give birth to weapon spirits.

Chu Tian never expected that the broken knife he bought casually at the beginning actually had a weapon spirit hidden inside. From this, it can be seen that the complete broken knife must be an earth-shattering weapon!

Snap!

The shadowy old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, smiling and saying, "You got the answer right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

"Senior, how should I address you?"

Having experienced great joys and sorrows over the years, Chu Tian's mind has matured a lot, and he quickly regained his composure and bowed to the shadowy old man.

The shadowy old man stroked his beard and said lightly, "You can call me Ba Lao."

"Junior Chu Tian, ​​meet Ba Lao!" Chu Tian hurriedly saluted the other party, and then remembered the other party's reminder just now, "Ba Lao just said that my forced circulation of the skills is no different from seeking death, what's going on?"

"Haha, kid, you are really stupid, you are deeply poisoned, and forcing the skills to operate will only speed up the spread of the poison, causing your cultivation to be rapidly lost, and you will completely become a mortal within a month, and you may not even live past the age of 20 in the future!"

A sneer appeared on Ba Lao's face.

"What, poisoned!"

Chu Tian was instantly struck by lightning.

It's not that he didn't think he might be poisoned, but he visited so many masters and famous doctors, and no one could find out that he was poisoned. Why did Ba Lao in front of him dare to conclude that he was deeply poisoned.

Thinking of this, Chu Tian raised his own questions.

"Haha, those quack doctors know nothing. You are poisoned by the vicious Lingyuan Gu, and ordinary methods can't detect it at all!"

Ba Lao said with disdain.

Immediately, his deep eyes swept over Chu Tian's body and sighed: "Tsk tsk, at least nine key positions in your body are occupied by Lingyuan Gu. It seems that the person who poisoned you hates you to the bone..."

"Nine places!"

Chu Tian shuddered all over.

No wonder his cultivation has been regressing over the years. No matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't stop it. The cultivation he lost was all swallowed up by the Lingyuan Gu in his body.

As for who secretly did such a poisonous hand, the answer is not difficult to guess.

In the Marquis' Mansion, the people who hated him the most, besides the Marquis's wife, were his sons Chu Xi and Chu Li.

However, Chu Tian was always cautious and he couldn't figure out how the other party could poison him silently.

"Please save me, Ba Lao!"

Chu Tian half-knelt on the ground, with a sincere look on his face.

Since Ba Lao could tell at a glance that he was poisoned by the Spiritual Essence Gu, there must be a solution. It was not too much for him to show such a great courtesy to the other party.

"It's not impossible for me to save you if you want me to, but I have a condition. Only if you agree and swear to the heaven, I will save you!"

Ba Lao said seriously.

"Please speak, senior!"

Chu Tian hurriedly spoke, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. Even if the other party asked him to pick the stars and the moon, he had to bite the bullet and agree.