Stunning beauty

After noon.

Empress Changsun returns to the palace.

Ninth Princess Murong also left together.

Front of the house.

Mu Bai watched Feng Jia go away for a long time, then asked softly, "Brother Li, in your mind, what is a qualified emperor?"

"No marriage, no compensation, no cede of land, no tribute, the emperor guards the gate, and the king dies!" Li Ziye said calmly.

Mu Bai's expression was shocked when he heard the words, and he looked at the young man beside him. After a while, he nodded lightly, remembering the former's words in his heart.

"Let's go, there is still a big trouble at home, I have to go back and watch."

After Li Ziye said something, he immediately got into the carriage and drove towards Li Yuan.

It didn't take long.

Li Yuan.

West Wing.

"oops!"

After a cry of pain, a young figure flew past and crashed into the wall of the west chamber.

The solid courtyard wall was restored to its original state after being shaken a few times.

Five feet away, Tianjian Ruoye stood still, unmoving from the beginning to the end.

Surrounded by sword intent, it seems unreal.

At the corner of the wall, Li Ziye got up in embarrassment, even his hair was crooked.

It seems to have become a habit to be beaten every day.

After practicing martial arts for two years, I have never lost a fight, never won a fight.

Li Ziye was not discouraged, he clenched the sword in his hand, stepped on it, and attacked again.

ending.

with no doubt.

In the west chamber, Li Ziye was beaten out again and again, and got up again and again, no matter how many times, he would never give up.

In Kongwujian realm, the emphasis is on keen observation ability, anticipating the enemy first requires extremely high comprehension.

Li Ziye, because of his lack of connection to his eight meridians, has average martial arts talent, and his cultivation speed is very slow. However, understanding and martial arts talent have little to do with each other.

Li Ziye could memorize many moves after reading them once, and he could learn them after practicing thousands of times.

Comprehension, not bad.

Speaking without humility, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

and so.

Although Kongwujian Realm is difficult, Li Ziye also memorized it bit by bit, practiced hard over and over again, and turned it into his own use bit by bit.

Inside the west compartment.

Tianjian Ruoye felt the progress of the young man visible to the naked eye, and couldn't help being moved in his calm eyes.

I thought that this kid would not be able to learn the Wuwu Sword Realm at all, but I didn't expect that he would grasp the essence so quickly.

not simple!

Perhaps, Plum Blossom Sword Immortal did not choose the wrong person.

"boom!"

The Chun Jun sword approached, and the sky sword Ruoye pointed at the same time, once again shaking the young man in front of him.

Ten steps away, Li Ziye staggered to the ground, the sword in his hand slammed into the ground, and stabilized his figure.

Ten steps away, like a moat.

Li Ziye couldn't cross it.

Because, the person in front of him is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world.

Perhaps, one day, Li Ziye will be able to cross this peak, but not yet.

Different eras have different peaks. The era that belongs to Li Ziye and the others has not really come yet.

"That's all for today."

Tianjian Ruoye looked at the young man who had clearly reached his limit, and said calmly.

"Thank you senior."

Li Ziye raised his sword reluctantly, clasped his fists in respect, and said wearily.

Tianjian Ruoye nodded, with all his sword intent in his body, and didn't say much.

Li Ziye then left the west chamber and returned to the inner courtyard.

The next day.

It was dark.

Li Ziye left the mansion again.

I went to Taixue first, and hurried to the Fourth Prince's Mansion after finishing morning classes.

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

In the front yard, a middle-aged man dressed in civilian clothes stood there quietly, with a stern face and a beard, looking ordinary.

However, for such an ordinary person who looks the same, Mu Bai, who is the prince of the Great Shang, always stands aside respectfully, without any overstepping.

A man is a three-foot sword.

The royal family's first offering.

The peerless powerhouse of the same era as Jian Chi is said to be absolutely invincible within three feet.

Because he is not in the arena, he seldom makes shots. The Three-foot Sword is not known as a sword fairy in the world, but the strength of the Three-foot Sword is not inferior to any sword fairy.

Except for a strong man at the level of a sword fairy in the world, how can he be worthy of the name of the royal family's first enshrinement.

Li Ziye entered the mansion and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

"Your talent is limited. In fact, it's not suitable for you to learn swords."

Sanchijian looked at the young man in front of him, and said calmly, "However, His Highness the Fourth Highness repeatedly asked me to teach you. For His Highness's sake, I can teach you, but there is only one trick, so watch it carefully."

After finishing speaking, Sanchijian stopped talking nonsense, stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the figure moved accordingly.

According to the eyes.

The figure of the Three Foot Sword had arrived in front of Li Ziye.

The wind blows and the leaves fall.

The sword passed, and the fallen leaves were divided into two.

however.

Shockingly.

Fallen leaves are not simply cut open.

Instead, like paper, it is divided into two thin pieces from the middle of the leaf surface.

The amazing swordsmanship is extremely precise.

Li Ziye was shocked when he looked at the two fallen leaves in front of him.

"Three feet."

The Three-foot Sword waved his hand to withdraw the sword, and said indifferently, "This is the domain of a swordsman. Within three feet, your sword must be absolutely accurate, and there must be no slightest deviation. One sword will fly, yes!" The name of this move is Sword Success, which can break ten thousand spells."

"Thank you for the sword offering."

Li Ziye recovered from the shock and saluted again.

At the same time, Taixue Palace.

East courtyard, in the vegetable garden.

Kong Qiu stared at the direction of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, and a strange color flashed in his old eyes.

In just a few months, so many people taught him different martial arts, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.

The way of martial arts leads to the same goal, the moves are not important, what is important is the true essence of martial arts in the moves.

If he couldn't comprehend this point, he would still have no chance of winning the battle with Huo Lin'er a year later.

After staring for a moment, Kong Qiu withdrew his gaze and continued to water the vegetables in the garden with a water ladle.

Tianjian Ruoye, Sanchijian, and Plum Blossom Sword Immortal are all masters of kendo, but their three ways are different.

That little guy must go out of his own way.

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

After half a day.

The three-foot sword left the mansion and left in a carriage.

The royal family's first enshrinement goes out of the palace, and the sword is given for half a day. Even the children of important officials in the court do not have this honor.

If the four princes hadn't repeatedly asked for each other, Sanchijian would not have agreed.

Half a day, not much, but enough.

After all, there was only one trick that Li Ziye needed to learn.

The three-foot sword left the fourth prince's mansion not long ago.

Li Yuan.

In the west chamber, Tianjian Ruoye raised his sword and walked away.

Because Li Ziye was not in the mansion, nothing could stop him.

In the capital city, on the streets, carriages rumbled towards the imperial palace.

far away.

Tianjian Ruoye stepped forward, his pace seemed unhurried, but in the time it took to breathe, he had already walked from the street to the end.

In front of the palace, there was less than a quarter of an hour to go.

The carriage stopped.

In front, Tianjian Ruoye stood still, blocking the way forward.

in the carriage.

Sensible, San Chi Jian slowly opened his eyes.

Ten feet apart.

The eyes of the two met, and the fighting spirit rose sharply.

Subsequently.

The two ancient swords sang softly, the pressure of the swords filled the air, and they collided violently.