After noon.

Queen Changsun returns to the palace.

Ninth Princess Murong also left with her.

In front of the house.

Mu Bai watched Feng Jia go away for a long time and asked softly, "Brother Li, in your heart, what does it mean to be a qualified emperor?"

"No marriage, no compensation, no land cession, no tribute. The emperor will guard the country, and the king will die!" Li Ziye said calmly.

When Mu Bai heard this, his expression was shocked, and he looked at the young man beside him. After a moment, he nodded slightly and remembered the former's words in his heart.

"Let's go, there is still a big trouble at home, I have to go back and keep an eye on it."

Li Ziye said something, immediately got on the carriage and rushed towards Li Yuan.

It didn't take long.

Li Yuan.

West Wing.

"oops!"

After a cry of pain, a young figure flew past and hit the wall of the west wing.

The solid courtyard wall just shook a few times and returned to its original state.

Five feet away, the Heavenly Sword Ruoye stood quietly, motionless from beginning to end.

All around, the sword intent lingers, as if it were unreal.

In the corner, Li Ziye stood up in embarrassment, even tying his hair askew.

Being beaten every day seems to have become a habit.

I have been practicing martial arts for two years, and I have never lost a fight or won a fight.

Li Ziye was not discouraged. He tightened his grip on his sword, stepped on it, and attacked again.

ending.

There is no suspense.

In the west wing, Li Ziye was knocked out again and again, and got up again and again. No matter how many times, he would not give up.

In the Kongwu Sword Realm, the key is keen observation ability. Predicting the enemy beforehand requires extremely high understanding.

Li Ziye, because his eight meridians are blocked, his martial arts talent is average, and his cultivation speed is very slow. However, there is little relationship between understanding and martial arts talent.

Li Ziye can memorize many moves after seeing them once and learn them after practicing them thousands of times.

Comprehension is not bad.

To put it bluntly, it would not be an exaggeration to say he is a genius.

so.

Although the Empty Sword Realm was difficult, Li Ziye memorized it bit by bit, practiced hard over and over again, and turned it into his own use bit by bit.

Inside the west wing.

Tianjian Ruoye felt the progress visible to the naked eye of the young man in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion in her calm eyes.

I thought that this kid would never be able to learn the Swordless Realm, but I didn't expect that he would master the essence so quickly.

not simple!

Maybe, the Plum Blossom Sword Fairy did not choose the wrong person.

"Bang!"

The Pure Jun Sword came close, and the Heavenly Sword Ruoye pointed at each other, once again knocking the young man in front of him away.

Ten steps away, Li Ziye stumbled to the ground, the sword in his hand clanging into the ground, freezing his body.

The distance of ten steps is like a chasm.

Li Ziyue couldn't cross it.

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

Perhaps, one day, Li Ziye can cross this peak, but not yet.

Different eras have different peaks. After all, the era that belongs to Li Ziye and the others has not really arrived yet.

"That's it for today."

Tianjian Ruoye looked at the young man in front of him who had clearly reached his limit and said calmly.

"Thank you, senior."

Li Ziye reluctantly raised his sword, cupped his fists and saluted, and said tiredly.

Tianjian Ruoye nodded, his sword intent concentrated, and said nothing more.

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

The next day.

It's dark.

Li Ziye left the house again.

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

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

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

However, for such an ordinary person who looked the same, Mu Bai, the prince of Dashang, always stood aside respectfully without any overstep.

Men are like three-foot swords.

The first tribute to the royal family.

A peerless strongman of the same era as Jian Chi, he is said to be absolutely invincible within three feet.

Because he is not in the martial arts world and rarely takes action, Sanchijian has no reputation as a swordsman in the world. However, the strength of Sanchijian is not inferior to that of any swordsman.

How can a person other than a powerful swordsman in the world be worthy of being the number one worshiper of the royal family?

Li Zi entered the house at night and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

"Your talent is limited. In fact, you are not suitable for learning swordsmanship."

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

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

Between the eyes.

The figure with 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 split into two.

However.

Shockingly.

Fallen leaves are not simply cut open.

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

Incredible swordsmanship, extremely precise.

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

"Three feet."

The Three-foot Sword waved his hand and sheathed the sword, and said in an indifferent tone, "This is the domain of a sword wielder. Within three feet, your sword must be absolutely accurate, without even the slightest deviation. A sword flying like a giant is...

The name of this move, Jian Cheng, can break all kinds of magic."

"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 in the direction of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, a strange color flashed in his old eyes.

In just a few months, so many people taught him different martial arts, which was a blessing or a curse.

The way of martial arts leads to the same goal through different paths. The moves are not important. What is important is the true meaning of martial arts in the moves.

If he cannot understand this, he will still have no chance of winning in the battle with Huo Lin'er a year later.

After staring for a moment, Confucius withdrew his gaze, took the water ladle and continued to water the vegetables in the garden.
To be continued...