Stunning beauty

"Big Brother"

In the main hall, Murong put down the teacup in his hand, and said softly, "It's been a long time since I've been here, and it's boring to sit and drink tea, how about taking me and fourth brother for a walk around the mansion?"

Hearing this, Mu Yuan's eyes flashed strangely, but he couldn't refuse. He nodded and said, "Alright, let's go to the East Garden for a while. The peach blossoms in the East Garden have just opened, and they are very beautiful. Jiumei Should like it."

"East Garden?"

Murong smiled slightly, and said, "Elder Brother, could it be that you forgot that the back garden of the palace is full of peach blossoms, I'm really tired of looking at it."

"Then go to Xiyuan, Jiumei likes swimming in the lake the most, let's take a walk by the lake in Xiyuan." Mu Yuan suggested again.

"Let's go to the martial arts field in the South Campus."

At this time, Mu Bai, who had been silent all this time, said, "It's been a long time since I have competed with Brother Dahuang. After so many years, Brother Dahuang must have improved a lot in martial arts. How about a sparring?"

On the side, when Murong heard what his brother said, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly curled up.

Her martial idiot brother is finally useful once.

This suggestion comes at the right time.

"Competition field?"

Mu Yuan's expression froze slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Fourth brother, I have abandoned martial arts for many years, so I won't make a fool of yourself in front of a master like the fourth brother. After my brother's legs recover and I practice hard for a while, I will definitely accompany you Fourth brother, take a few tricks."

Hearing this, Mu Bai nodded, without any force.

however.

After Murong saw Brother Da Huang's reaction, he immediately interjected and said, "Brother Da Huang, it's just a sparring between my brothers, and it doesn't mean that the winner must be decided. I remember when I was young, the martial arts practiced by the brothers belonged to the Da Huang brother." Brother has made the fastest progress, and even the sword enshrinement said that if Brother Da Huang hadn't suffered from leg problems, his martial arts attainments must be the highest among all the princes."

Mu Yuan frowned and said, "At that time, the fourth brothers were still young, so they couldn't count."

"Brother Emperor, don't be humble."

Murong smiled and said, "Let's go, I also want to see how far Brother Dahuang's martial arts has progressed after all these years."

After finishing speaking, Murong didn't wait for the elder brother to refuse, got up and went forward to push the wheelchair himself.

On the side, the chief eunuch Zhao Jie's eyes were fixed when he saw this, but he didn't dare to say anything because of the identity of the ninth princess.

Outside the main hall, Murong pushed the Eldest Prince out, and walked straight towards the martial arts arena in the south courtyard.

In the rear, Mu Bai and the eunuch Zhao Jie followed and rushed to the South courtyard together.

It didn't take long.

In the martial arts arena in the south courtyard, four people came back and forth.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mu Yuan's eyes sank slightly, and a little bit of thought flashed by.

In the back, Murong was talking and laughing happily while pushing the wheelchair, acting very naturally.

There is no one around the martial arts field, and it looks a bit desolate, as if it has not been used for a long time.

Murong glanced left and right, but didn't see anything unusual. He couldn't help looking at his elder brother behind him, and said with a smile, "Fourth brother, you should be careful when you spar, so you don't get hurt."

"rest assured."

Mu Bai stepped forward and said calmly, "Brother Dahuang and I will have a sense of proportion."

"Ah."

Murong nodded, then turned around and walked out of the arena.

In the middle of the martial field.

Brothers Mu Bai and Mu Yuan looked at each other, ten steps away, each focused on each other.

Everyone knows that Mu Bai, the fourth prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, is a peerless genius in martial arts, and he is one of the world's four great talents.

but.

When several princes were young.

The sword priest of the royal family once said that the eldest prince Mu Yuan has extraordinary talent in martial arts, if he was not born with leg problems, his future achievements would not be inferior to the fourth prince.

pity.

There are no ifs.

The eldest prince's leg disease greatly restricted his progress in martial arts.

27 years old is the age when martial arts practitioners are gradually stepping into the peak, and many heaven's favored ones have even begun to hit the fifth level at this age.

But Mu Yuan was always blocked in front of the fourth realm.

"Brother Emperor, please!"

Ten steps away, Mu Bai saluted politely and said.

"Fourth brother, please."

Mu Yuan returned the salute, grasped the soft sword under the wheelchair, and slowly drew it out.

According to the eyes.

Mu Bai moved, Long Yuan in his hand came out of the sheath at the sound, and a sword pierced through the air.

"Keng!"

The two swords clashed, and the sword energy shook.

In Mu Yuan's hand, the soft sword turned into a hardened steel, blocking Long Yuan's sharp edge.

The swords of the two are both famous, but compared to the fourth prince's Long Yuan, the soft sword in the hands of the first prince is obviously inferior.

but.

Even so, the battle between the two still showed a stalemate.

In Mu Yuan's hands, a soft sword is used to the extreme, sometimes it is as indestructible as hardened steel, and sometimes it is like the softest horse, unpredictable.

In this world, there are not many people who use soft swords, because the cultivation of soft swords is very difficult, and a little carelessness may even hurt oneself.

However, the eldest prince's soft sword skills are obviously quite brilliant.

As strong as Mu Bai, he couldn't break through the sword net formed by the soft sword for a while.

"boom!"

After fighting for nearly twenty moves, the swords in their hands collided, and the battle broke apart.

Mu Bai focused his eyes on the elder brother in front of him, feeling a sense of strangeness in his heart for the first time.

Ten paces away.

Mu Yuan held a soft sword in his hand, and he did not hide his cultivation, his aura was astonishing.

The eldest prince, who had been hiding for 20 years, was about to recover from his leg disease, and he no longer kept secrets, and burst out with astonishing sharpness.

at the same time.

Taixue Palace North Campus.

When the morning class is about to end.

Holding the sword, Li Ziye once again entered the sword formation formed by 63 Confucian disciples.

The sword formation born out of Feixian Jue, even though it has only been formed for a month, has already demonstrated impressive power.

The 63 Confucian disciples mainly teach martial arts, and between the moves, they restrain their own three-point killing intent.

however.

Once the sword is in formation, it must be the master to kill.

"Bah!"

Li Ziye's left arm was slashed by a sword in the hand of a Confucian disciple, blood spattered out, and he was injured for the first time.

Outside the sword array.

Bai Wangyu stared at the young man in the sword formation, his gaze was full of concentration.

With the help of the heavenly book, brother Li will not be restricted by the problem of true qi, but this does not mean that he can smoothly evolve the 63 changes of the seventh form.

The most difficult part of Feixianjue lies in the unpredictable changes in body and sword techniques. The root of it is the ability to control the body.

If there is a slight deviation, the practitioner's body will immediately lose control.

In the sword array.

63 people started.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, flowing clouds and flowing water, and the tacit understanding is seamless.

Li Ziye's figure flitted past, blocking one attack after another.

at last.

When the number 30 double changed, Li Ziye stopped and flew out involuntarily.

In the formation, Chang Yu saw this and swung his sword to straighten him.

Li Ziye stabilized his figure, looked at the people in front of him, held his sword and saluted respectfully, and said, "Thank you."

The 63 Confucian disciples returned the salute, and immediately drew away their swords and left one after another.

"Congratulations."

From behind, Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said softly, "It's half done."

Li Ziye took out the heavenly book from his arms, looked at it, and grinned.

This thing is really powerful.

It would be great if it could not be paid back.