The prince is very fierce

In ancient times, only Chu and Qin were good at fighting. Compared with the heroic folk customs of the 800-li Qinchuan, the Chu land in the heart of the Central Plains has a bit more scholarly air. To put it simply, it may be the difference between a swordsman and a swordsman.

Ezhou City on the south bank of the Yangtze River is quietly lying under the sky. It does not have the desolation and wildness of the Northwest, nor the small bridges and flowing waters and winding corridors of the Jiangnan water town. It is between the two, and the integration of literature and martial arts is just right.

The wind and snow sprinkled on the heavy and majestic long street. Mei Qusheng rode a yellow pony with a bamboo book box on his back. Next to the box, there was still a long sword wrapped in black cloth. He walked through the bustling streets, just like a scholar who was traveling and studying in Ezhou.

Green bamboo plum wine, leisurely with Qusheng.

Mei Qusheng's reputation before was no less than that of Xu Buling, who is now in the limelight. However, since Xu Buling became famous all over the world, Mei Qusheng seemed to have disappeared.

He disappeared not because Mei Qusheng was not strong enough, but because martial arts were just a hobby for him. He was just in his early twenties. Except for the fight in front of the Taiji Hall, he was reading all the time. Strictly speaking, he was a scholar, and secondly a knight-errant. He did not value false reputation and had no intention of competing for it.

The old master of Yuelu Mountain originally planned to teach eight successors, "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, spears, and halberds". Unfortunately, the old master's vision was too high, and his mind was focused on the two words "world". He did not pay much attention to the teaching of the younger generation. He always had the attitude of "learning is fate, and not learning is also fate". He did not say it a second time, which was almost the same as letting it go.

At this point, two of the "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting" died, and two of the "swords, spears, and halberds" were missing. Strictly speaking, they were not complete.

Mei Qusheng is the ‘sword’ among them, and he is not very interested in practicing sword. He loves to travel mountains and rivers and explore the past and present.

According to Mei Qusheng’s understanding, the old master originally wanted to teach Xu Buling as a ‘spear’, but he found that he was not using his talent well, so he changed his mind and decided to use Xu Buling as a spear.

Being a spear is not a derogatory term. After all, on the big chessboard of the world, those who can be used as a spear to sweep across the world are definitely not ordinary chess pieces.

However, before using the spear, the venue must be arranged first, otherwise the ground will be full of dead branches and rotten wood, and no matter how good the spear is, it will not be able to be used.

The purpose of Mei Qusheng’s coming to Ezhou City is to help the master bring a message, so that another key piece on the chessboard can be the vanguard and clean up the venue first.

Tap tap tap——

The cold wind blew the king’s flag, and the horse stopped in front of the dismounting monument outside the Chu Palace.

Mei Qusheng came to the patrolling soldiers with his book box on his back, explained his purpose in a polite manner, and then stood on the street and waited quietly.

In a moment, the housekeeper of the King of Chu appeared in front of him. After several inquiries, he confirmed that it was Mei Qusheng, and took him to the side door and entered the palace from a secluded place.

The Palace of the King of Chu was built along the river, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the eaves of the buildings were endless.

Mei Qusheng passed through several porches and saw the King of Chu Song Zhengping in the garden behind the palace.

The King of Chu Song Zhengping had sword eyebrows and hooked nose, tall figure and slender limbs, and was about the same age as Song Ji. He was a handsome man in his prime. The old King of Chu was the second son of Emperor Xiaozong. He could place his fief in the rich Chu land, and he also had heavy troops in his hands to jointly defend against Northern Qi with Chang'an. It can be seen how much Emperor Xiaozong trusted the old King of Chu.

However, the "most ruthless imperial family", brothers and biological fathers and sons can use swords against each other. After two generations, it is hard to say what will happen.

Mei Qusheng came to the garden, and King Song Zhengping of Chu was practicing swordplay. He was not wearing a python robe, but just an ordinary martial arts uniform. The Chu people love swordplay, and Song Zhengping, who grew up in Chu since childhood, is no exception. His movements are graceful and his swordplay is sophisticated. If he was not in the back garden of the vassal king, no one would doubt that he is a knight in the martial arts world.

Song Zhengping learned swordplay from Chen Daozi, the Wudang God of Killing, and also consulted with the Cao family and other famous sword-learning families. His martial arts are probably unmatched among the seven vassal kings, and he is not a mediocre person in the martial arts world. However, in Mei Qusheng's eyes, it was a bit of a show-off.

Mei Qusheng carried a bookcase and stood quietly in the corridor to watch, with a lukewarm expression.

The one who fed Song Zhengping the moves was Ding Yuan, the first swordsman under the King of Chu. Ding Yuan's position was similar to Yue Jiulou of the Su Palace. He was the first fighter under the vassal king. His father was the coach of the former Da Qi Imperial Boxing Hall, and he also had the hereditary title of Wu Hou. After Chang'an was captured, the Ding family defended the city to the death to protect the last Qi emperor from escaping Chang'an, and almost all of the family members died. Later, the old King of Chu valued the talent and pleaded with Emperor Xiaozong, and only then did the orphan of the Ding family, who should have been executed, survive.

Because the King of Chu did not move around much, Ding Yuan rarely took action. However, when the Iron Eagle was hunting the deer, the Ghost Lady in her prime ran away to assassinate the King of Chu. At that time, only Ding Yuan and Chen Daozi, the guards, were not injured. Their martial arts must have been very good.

Ding Ding Dang Dang --

About half a quarter of an hour later, the King of Chu put away the sword in his hand, took the handkerchief from the maid, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked towards Mei Qusheng. He looked elegant and easy-going, without the slightest airs of a vassal king. He was more like a confidant who met by chance in the martial arts world, and smiled cheerfully:

"Mr. Mei, you are so honorable, I didn't go out to greet you, I am negligent. I heard that Mr. Mei's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. I wonder if this set of Tai Chi swordsmanship I just used can please Mr. Mei?"

Being treated so politely was naturally because of the old man behind Mei Qusheng. Mei Qusheng's words were not arrogant, he just raised his hand gently:

"It's pleasing to the eye."

"Haha..."

Song Zhengping knew himself well, nodded and chuckled, and didn't talk about swordsmanship anymore. He took Mei Qusheng to walk in the garden and asked:

"Mr. Mei passed through Ezhou City, is he going back to Yuelu Mountain, or just coming out?"

Mei Qusheng walked side by side, took out a letter from his arms, and smiled:

"I just came out of Yuelu Mountain and happened to pass by Ezhou. The master asked me to run errands to deliver a letter to the prince."

Song Zhengping glanced at the envelope, took it and looked at the seal, dismissed the people around him, opened it and glanced at it.

There were only a few numbers on the letter paper, but the weight of each word was extremely heavy, which made Song Zhengping, who was still calm just now, stop subconsciously and read it carefully for a moment.

"Song Siming... Bodhi Island... Taiyuan..."

Mei Qusheng did not go up, but stood behind to keep a distance and wait quietly.

Song Zhengping finished reading the letter carefully, frowned, looked towards Chang'an, and was silent for a moment before frowning and saying:

"This news... is a bit far-fetched, how can I believe it?"

Mei Qusheng smiled calmly and shook his head: "I am just running errands, I don't know what is written in the letter, sir, you are well-informed, you know a lot of gossip, it's hard to tell the truth from the false, whether to believe it or not, what to do, all depends on your own opinion."

Song Zhengping looked at the letter in his hand, after a long time, raised his hand to tear the paper into pieces, threw it into the pond, and shook his head:

"Mr. Mei, please go back, this kind of thing is more suitable for the current emperor."

Seeing this, Mei Qusheng didn't say much, after paying a salute, he turned around and left the garden.

Song Zhengping stood with his hands behind his back and frowned, and waited for Mei Qusheng to leave before looking down at the scraps of paper that were gradually sinking into the water. After considering for a long time, he still summoned the counselors...