Chapter 772 Things Destined to Be Forgotten

"Congratulations to my father, it seems that the seventh brother, 952, has gained more than all the brothers combined."

"Although Brother 9527 is not very powerful, he is still very lucky. I guess this is the European Emperor that the players call him."

All the brothers congratulated each other, but the words contained guns, sticks and needles, especially the word "European Emperor", which made the Conqueror Emperor frown slightly.

After all, he is the supreme emperor, the only emperor. In his world, no one is allowed to be emperor, not even the European Emperor.

However, since the person who became emperor was Prince 9527, he didn't care so much.

"Get up and tell everyone about your results and insights."

Prince 9527 looked at the brothers around him and shook his head mockingly.

"I believe that my father already knows the basic information about this world. It is a world with a complete history, and its history is older than our empire. It not only contains splendid culture and technology, but also the cultivation that we dream of. way."

It goes without saying that it has a long history.

The splendid culture is also true. The Conqueror Emperor has already transcribed many works of ancient pre-Qin and various schools of thought, and even bundles of bamboo slips, and these are all the harvest of the princes.

As for technological civilization, although they are all outdated things, the Conqueror Emperor is still very interested. Unfortunately, this wave of people are all trash, and no one has infiltrated the Mohist family.

The emperor raised his hand, raised his thumb and pursed the long golden beard that curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Listening to what you said, it seems that you have found a brilliant way to practice?"

The other princes did not return empty-handed, but they were all junks like Bastard Boxing and Black Tiger Heart Removal, and none of them had any top-grade or top-notch techniques.

If all the princes hadn't unanimously condemned the dog plan, the emperor would have thought that they were just fabricating something that didn't exist to deceive him.

Prince 9527 untied the cloth bag behind him, placed it across his lap, and then slowly opened the piano case in the eyes of everyone with anticipation, desire, and jealousy.

quiet!

silence!

It was as if all the air had been drained out of the hall, falling into an absolute vacuum and dead silence. Everyone inhaled rapidly, and their faces turned redder and redder.

"Bastard! Old 9527, how dare you play tricks on us in the main hall."

"You are deceiving the emperor and showing great disrespect to my father."

However, as soon as the notes started to sound, it was as if a sharp knife was quickly cutting across the iron sheet, making a rapid and dense trembling sound. The image of wood planing was in everyone's mind.

The feeling is the same, the difference is the ironwork here.

Win the prize!

Hearing the sound of the piano, everyone couldn't help but clench their hands, bury their fingers tightly in their palms, and wrap their nails with the thick flesh of their palms, as if if they didn't do this, the nails of their fingers would be peeled off and torn off in an instant. go.

A few timid princes were so frightened that they stuffed their fingers into their mouths, perfectly performing finger-eating.

Even the palace guards, who were highly skilled and bold, subconsciously lowered their heads and looked at their own sabers.

If they weren't afraid of losing etiquette in front of the palace, they couldn't help but pull out their weapons to see if the blades on them were still there.

There was no way, the sound just now was so magical, if it were at night, it would definitely scare a few cowards to death.

The Conqueror Emperor frowned slightly, and the flesh above his eyebrows bulged outwards little by little, hiding his already narrow eyes deeply, making it impossible to see his inner fluctuations at this time.

He didn't open his mouth to praise, but he didn't open his mouth to reprimand either.

Therefore, Prince 9527 bowed slightly to everyone and immediately started his performance.

He is gambling!

I bet on how much my father valued Qindao.

Therefore, he had no reservations, and almost tried his best while concentrating his mental power.

He knew that if a new thing wanted to impress his father and gain his support and promotion, it must benefit the country and the people.

If piano skills are only used for sensual entertainment, my father will listen to it, but will not invest any resources in it.

But if piano skills can be used to improve the empire's strength, especially its military strength, my father will definitely be more active than anyone else.

As a result, the sonorous sound was heard endlessly, and the Iron Horse Glacier lingered around them. Everyone's blood boiled and their muscles and bones trembled when they heard it.

Suddenly, a low roar that was suppressed to the extreme but exploded to the limit sounded, as if something broke out of the body and let out its willpower.

The voice was filled with panic and then joy.

However, the second and third...

The emperor twisted his neck and swept around the hall, and he suddenly understood.

breakthrough!

Several princes who were stuck in the bottleneck of cultivation broke through in an instant.

The palace guards all have acquired Dzogchen cultivation, which is the limit that normal people can cultivate, and 99.9999% of those who have cultivated to this level will be stuck here for life, unable to make any progress.

The Emperor knew that this was a limitation of martial arts.

Polishing the flesh and tempering the muscles and bones, like forging iron, continuously improves physical strength.

However, when it reaches Dzogchen the day after tomorrow, the body is like pure gold and jade, with no holes and no leaks, but it also has its own bottleneck.

As the saying goes, Xiao He will succeed and Xiao He will fail. The acquired perfection that everyone pursues has become a further restriction and imprisonment.

The Emperor didn't have any good ideas for this.

I think back then, he also went through this journey, experiencing pain, confusion, and self-doubt.

In the end, he achieved a breakthrough through Shinto methods with the help of the fanatical beliefs of the people of the empire.

However, this method can only be used by himself and cannot be shared with anyone.

Genetic potion is one way, but unfortunately, this kind of potion can only be produced by the world of the Lord God, and the empire does not have the ability to produce it yet.

The piano skills performed by Prince 9527 made the emperor see the third way.

If the bottleneck is like jade and iron lumps, smelly and hard, then the sound of the 9527th prince's piano is like awls and zithers, constantly smoothing and scratching the iron lumps, and drilling out small holes one by one.

The breakthroughs of those before are the best proof.

Although the guards in front of the palace did not make a breakthrough, the Emperor clearly felt the surge of blood and blood in their bodies, the vibration of their muscles and bones, and the bottleneck of a pool of stagnant water actually started to ripple.

boom!

The emperor suddenly stood up.

He looked with burning eyes at Prince 9527, who was sweating profusely and looking pale from playing.

"good very good!"

"Is this what you gain in that world?"

"This piece alone will not change even a hundred divisions!"

Prince 9527 knelt down respectfully, held up the guqin with both hands, and raised it little by little above his head.

"Please forgive me, Father, this object has been bound to me when I obtained it and cannot be traded or transferred."

The emperor didn't feel dissatisfied, walked down step by step, and then gently patted Prince 9527 on the shoulder.

"Get up!"

"Come here, give me a seat!"

Wow...

The hall shook instantly, and everyone screamed, roared, and gasped in disbelief.

You must know that for more than a hundred years, with the passing of the founding heroes, no one can stand side by side with the emperor. Even the most virtuous ministers can only kneel in fear.

Giving a seat is an honor that only existed more than a hundred years ago. It is a courtesy that is destined to be and has been forgotten.