Taixue Palace.

North courtyard.

Early in the morning.

When the Confucian disciples were doing morning lessons, Li Ziye ran over.

Sixty-three Confucian disciples, white robes, long swords, body skills, and sword skills are like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is very eye-catching.

Li Ziye came to check the post.

Let's see how these guys are doing.

"Xiao Ziye, why are you here today?"

Chen Qiaoer saw the familiar young man in the courtyard, took the initiative to step forward and asked.

"I haven't been here for a long time. I miss Sister Qiaoer." Li Ziye said sweetly.

"Come less."

Chen Qiaoer adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "You haven't given a lecture in a long time. Why, do you want to just get a monthly salary and not work?"

"I've been too busy lately."

Li Ziye said sheepishly, "I'll take a few more days off. When I'm not so busy, I'll definitely come over and take classes."

"You are the one who makes the most excuses."

Chen Qiaoer said angrily, "You can figure it out yourself. Anyway, I don't expect you to be able to teach any tricks. By the way, I heard that you are practicing the Three Ultimate Swordsmanship?"

"How did Sister Qiaoer know?"

When Li Ziye heard this, he looked startled. He quickly figured out what he was talking about, curled his lips and said, "It must have been said by the two old men, Confucian Chief or Fa Ru."

"Don't worry about who said it, how's your practice going?" Chen Qiaoer said calmly.

"Three unique swords, there are only three moves in total. I have now practiced the second move."

Li Ziye said proudly, "I should be able to master it in a few days."

"not bad."

Chen Qiaoer nodded and said, "However, the power of the Three Absolute Swords varies greatly between different people and different states. Moreover, each of the three realms of the Three Absolute Swords has a huge impact on the power of the sword's moves. Therefore, this sword

Martial arts is not stable, nor is it the right path, you still have to focus on Feixian Jue."

"I know, Sister Qiao'er, Master Xianzi has told me these words more than once."

Li Ziye responded helplessly, "Aren't I anxious? It has been less than a year since the battle between Huo Lin'er and I, and the Flying Immortal Technique is so difficult to practice, so I have to find another way."

"As long as you know the pros and cons."

Chen Qiaoer said sternly, "Jian Chi has figured out how to practice the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique. Wangyu and the others will help you as much as possible. Little guy, you have to work hard, even though Huo Lin'er is a sage of the Suzaku Sect.

You are one of the four great geniuses in the world, but you also have the support of the entire Li family and the Confucian sect behind you. In terms of background, we are not inferior to her."

"Sister Qiao'er, don't worry."

Li Ziye said seriously, "I will definitely learn the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique, and then win the battle in a year's time."

"Just have faith."

Chen Qiaoer smiled and said, "I'm afraid you'll get timid before we fight. In this case, you really have no chance of winning."

"Sister Qiao'er, you don't understand me yet. I lack everything except money and self-confidence." Li Ziye said with a smile.

"Too."

Chen Qiaoer smiled softly, she was worried too much.

While the two were talking.

In the North Courtyard.

Morning class ends.

Sixty-three Confucian disciples sheathed their swords and saluted respectfully.

Ahead, Bai Wangyu returned the favor with his sword.

Later.

The Confucian disciples left one after another, each busy with their own affairs.

Chen Qiaoer also left, preparing to go to class.

"Brother Li, why are you here?"

From behind, Bai Wangyu came over, looked at the person in front of him, and asked.

"I can't stay here, so come over and see how you guys are doing," Li Ziye said.

"It will take some time."

Bai Wangyu said truthfully, "However, if Brother Li has time every day, we can practice together. Maybe we can get unexpected results."

"Practice together?"

Li Ziye thought for a while, nodded and said, "That makes sense. Instead of waiting for them to practice and then me learning, it's better to practice together."

Having said this, Li Ziye looked at Little Red Riding Hood in front of him and complained, "Why didn't you remind me earlier?"

"Just thought of it."

Bai Wangyu chuckled.

Hearing this, Li Ziye couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Brother Li, I have something to ask you."

Bai Wangyu looked around and said seriously, "Did you do what happened to Prince Xuanwu?"

That day, when Brother Li was playing chess with them, he went out once. Only he and Mr. Feng knew about it.

"Can't say."

Li Ziye pretended to be mysterious.

Bai Wangyu saw the reaction of the young man in front of him and immediately understood something. He sighed softly and reminded, "I won't ask more, but Brother Li, you must be more careful yourself."

"I know."

Li Ziye put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Old Bai, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Bai Wangyu asked confused.

"You have been in the capital for a long time, do you know much about the eldest prince?" Li Ziye asked.

"not much."

Bai Wangyu shook his head and said, "The eldest prince has suffered from leg disease since he was a child. Even after he left the palace and built his mansion, he has been staying in the palace. He is very low-key. Among the princes nowadays, the eldest prince should be the one who attracts the least attention.

"

"Are there any masters around him?" Li Ziye continued to ask.

"have."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "Beside him, he has been followed by a great eunuch named Zhao Jie, whose cultivation is in the late fourth realm."

"Later stage of the fourth realm?"

Li Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly, that was really difficult to deal with.

The Li family's hidden stake in the eldest prince's mansion also noticed that Zhao Jie was not simple, but they did not expect that this old eunuch turned out to be a strong man close to the fifth realm.

"Brother Li, why are you asking these questions?"

Bai Wangyu frowned and said, "Don't be impulsive. No matter how little attention the eldest prince receives, he is still a prince, and he is your majesty's eldest son. You must not mess with him."

"Of course."

Li Ziye responded casually, "I'm just curious, just asking. I'm leaving. I'm going back home to practice my sword."

After saying that, Li Ziye waved his hand and walked towards the outside of the north courtyard.

At the same time, the Grand Prince's Mansion.

In the backyard room.

All the servants were dismissed.

In front of Mu Yuan, a figure shrouded in black air raised his hand, and the demonic energy filled the air and sank into the former's legs.

About half an hour later, the shadow stopped and said, "Your Highness, give it a try."

After hearing this, Mu Yuan held down the wheelchair with both hands and stood up with all his strength.

"Bang."

However, before Mu Yuan could stand still, he fell down, knocking over the tea table beside him and spilling tea all over the floor.

"Your Highness."

Behind him, Zhao Jie's expression changed and he immediately stepped forward to help him.

"No, I'll do it myself!"

Mu Yuan drank in a deep voice and looked at his legs. For a long time, as if he was losing his mind, he opened his mouth and laughed.

"Twenty-seven years!"

Mu Yuan smiled, while holding on to the wheelchair with both hands, he forced himself up.

He staggered, unable to stand firm at all, and did not dare to let go of the hands that supported his body. However, the eldest prince, who had been disabled for twenty-seven years, actually stood up.

"Your Highness, please don't forget your promise to my lord."

Ahead, the figure shrouded in black air looked at the eldest prince standing in front of him and reminded him in a deep voice.

"rest assured."
Chapter completed!