The senior Xue that Zhang Sixi mentioned was named Xue Zhigao. He was Lu Bing's confidant and a veteran figure in the Jinyiwei. He was also known as the best in the world.

The two arrived at the place where he lived and came to the backyard as the boy who opened the door said.

In the backyard, Xue Zhi was holding a knife used by the Japanese pirates in his hand. Now he was holding the hilt in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand. He was squatting slightly, and a scarecrow stood about ten feet away in front of him.

Then, he shouted lightly, pulled out the knife like lightning, and then he rushed towards the scarecrow like an arrow from the string. Then he heard a pounce, and the Japanese pirate sword in his hand had pierced into the scarecrow's heart.

"It should be so!"

Xue Zhigao let go, looked at the knife inserted into the scarecrow's chest, and nodded slightly.

Zhang Sixi and Chen Cheng hurriedly walked up and stood up and said, "Greetings to Senior Xue."

Xue Zhigao turned his head and saw that it was the two of them, and said, "You are here just right. I am just about to find you. A few days ago, I have confirmed the identity of the assassin invading the Black Prison. One of them uses a palm, which is a woman. The palm technique used should come from the Yinyue Sect. The sword used by the other person is different from our Zhongyuan sword. It is a weapon used by Japanese pirates. In terms of the speed and strength of the move, it should come from the sword drawing technique of Ito Ninja in Japan."

Zhang Sixi was happy and immediately asked: "This Japanese Ito Ninja sword drawing technique is mainly about stabbing? But I carefully examined the wounds of the dead brothers, and there were no similar scars on them."

Xue Zhigao took out the sword from the scarecrow, slowly entered the sheath, handed it to the servant who was serving him, took the towel and wiped the sweat, and said: "The sword drawing technique is the most advanced martial arts in their martial arts. Although the Jinyiwei guard who guarded the black prison has good skills, it is not worth mentioning in his eyes. He had no need to use such a profound skill to deal with them. The prisoner who was caught in the sword was in the prison cell at that time, and in addition to him, there were the Blood Eagle King and Xiaoyaozi. According to my husband's estimate, he wanted to kill the prisoner with one move, so he did not hesitate to use the sword drawing technique."

Although Xue Zhigao did not have an official title, he had a high status among the Jinyiwei. After saying this, he was also invisibly clearing Zhao Yuan's suspicion. Zhang Sixi hurriedly asked again: "When he stabbed the prison guard with the sword drawing technique, do you think there is a possibility that Xiaoyaozi broke his sword?"

Then he said his doubts, or Chen Cheng, including the knife outside the clinic being interrupted by a stone.

Master Xue Zhi stretched out and said, "Take the knife to me and take a look!"

Chen Cheng felt a little unwilling, but he could only take it out and hand it to him. Xue Zhigao looked carefully and thought for a moment, and said, "Although this ninja skill is high, he can probably hold on to eighty moves under the command of the Blood Eagle King or Xiaoyaozi. He will lose after 100 moves. It is not difficult for Xiaoyaozi to interrupt his sword. Moreover, this sword drawing technique is boasted by those Japanese people, and I think this is just like this."

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Xue Zhigao's words were undoubtedly very favorable evidence, which made Chen Cheng, who had originally suspected Zhao Yuan, had nothing to say, and cleared Zhao Yuan from suspicion.

This attack caused great losses to the Jinyiwei. In addition to losing a lot of people, the black prison was also leaked and it was no longer useful.

Emperor Jiajing was very angry about this matter and ordered a thorough investigation. However, except for Zhao Yuan, who saved his life from the Gate of Hell, there was no other living thing in the entire black prison. Therefore, the blood-defeating Eagle King's gangsters were imprisoned in the black prison when they learned about it.

Zhao Yuan recovered after more than a month of cultivation, but the black prison was destroyed at this moment, so he was arranged to join the Jinyiwei who was arrested by the bearer. His official position was still Xiaoqi, and he led five people under him.

In this way, there is no need to stay in the prison every day and go home. Zhao Dazhi obviously doesn't know what happened to his son in the Jinyiwei in the past few months, but the arrest of the person who was in charge is much more glorious than guarding the prison. Of course, there are more dangers.

For him, it is mixed now.

Knowing this well, Zhao Dazhi picked up the knife again and began to teach Zhao Yuan's sword technique. This sword technique is actually the Jinyiwei standard sword technique.

He also knew his son's body well, and even knew that even if he taught him his body, he would not be able to make a few moves even if he started with someone.

But no matter what, Zhao Yuan is his son. Even if he learns one more trick, he might be the life-saving straw at the critical moment.

Now his attitude is to be a living person, and he doesn't have much hope, but something unexpected happened.

Zhao Yuan was able to keep up with his rhythm completely, and he was not blushing when he came first with a set of swordsmanship, and his body looked a little thin, but he was full of strength.

In surprise, he quickly reached out and put his hand on Zhao Yuan's wrist. Zhao Yuan's pulse was stable and vibrated vigorously. How could he feel at all weak?

"God is open!"

Zhao Dazhi cried with joy.

He knew that in these few months, his son had been trained by two masters, and his physical fitness had long been different from the past.

After practicing sword skills, Zhao Yuan lay back on his bed again at night. Like ordinary people, the room was decorated very simply, with one bed, one table, two stools and one wardrobe, but it was very reassuring.

"Tu tu tu..."

A few light sounds suddenly sounded outside the window.

"who!"

Zhao Yuan turned over, grabbed the knife, opened the door and chased him out, but found a woman in purple standing in the yard. He looked at him and saw that the woman in purple was one of the few people who rescued the Blood Eagle King that day? It seemed that she was a saint named Yin Yue Sect, and said in surprise: "It's you?"

The woman in purple still covered her face with purple gauze at this moment, and she chuckled and said, "I thought you didn't know each other. It seems that you haven't forgotten it, and it's not in vain for me to leave."

Zhao Yuan asked, "What do you mean?"

The woman in purple said, "It's not that the Eagle King is not at ease with you, but if there is something in his sect, he can't get rid of it, so let me stay in the capital. If those Jinyiwei are not good for you, it's better to save you. But now it seems that the Jinyiwei doesn't seem to doubt you."

Zhao Yuan really doesn't know how to express his feelings now, or it's very complicated. The Blood Eagle King is a prisoner, but because he was rescued, he almost killed his life, but in order to clear himself of suspicion, he still stays in the capital for fear of an accident.

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a father for life. I really don’t know whether I am grateful or hating him.

The woman in purple tilted her head slightly and smiled again. Her beautiful eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons, as if she had remembered something funny.

Zhao Yuanqi, who was a little distressed, said, "Why are you laughing at?"

The woman in purple smiled and said, "If I had such a famous master, I wouldn't be happy. By the way, he asked me to tell you in particular that he would never use the martial arts he taught you unless it was absolutely necessary. Xiaoyaozi doesn't care, after all, he is a well-known sect. In addition, your father's sword skills are really bad."

Zhao Yuan said helplessly: "He is just an ordinary Jinyiwei, who makes a living, and is not as good as you martial arts masters."

The woman in purple said, "It is said that a famous teacher produces a high-level disciple, but what kind of disciples can he teach? This girl can't stand it anymore, bring it with her knife!"

As he said that, he grabbed it with a weak hand.

"choke!"

The knife in Zhao Yuan's hand was suddenly pulled by some force and left the scabbard. The next moment, she was already holding the hand of the woman in purple. Then she slammed her finger and said, "It's okay, it's sloppy."

Then he waved his knife and chanted at the same time: He was angry and rushed to the crown, and the rain stopped on the railing. Looking up, he roared at the sky, and his heart was fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don’t wait to turn the young man’s head white, and he is so sad. Jingkang’s shame has not yet been ached; when will the hatred of his ministers be destroyed? Driving a long cart to break through the Helan Mountains. He ambitions to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Wait until he got rid of the old mountains and rivers from scratch and heading to the sky.

What she was chanting was Yue Fei's "Manjianghong". Although she looked so cute, she was quite imposing when she recited this poem.

In an instant, Zhao Yuan's eyes were filled with the graceful figure of a woman in purple and the sharp sword light.

The beauty and the sword seem to be inconsistent in harmony, but at this moment they are integrated into one.

The beauty is still delicate and the sword is still sharp.

The sword technique in her hand was still the same as the sword technique that Zhao Dazhi gave to Zhao Yuan. However, the sword technique seemed to be very ordinary at the moment in her hand, and it seemed to be full of infinite vitality, majestic and murderous intent, making people feel aura of being on the battlefield, holding a long sword in hand, and looking at death as if they were home.

In comparison, when my father uses this knife technique, he is like a child playing house.

After chanting the lyrics and using the sword technique, the woman in purple threw the knife at Zhao Yuan and asked, "How is it?"

Zhao Yuan took the knife, thought for a while, but didn't know how to describe it, so he said, "Okay!"

The woman in purple asked, "Is it better for me or the sword technique?"

"Is this teasing me?"

Zhao Yuan thought to himself, thought for a while, and said, "Everything is good!"

The woman in purple was obviously very happy and praised: "The mouth is so sweet, so good, I will do it to the end. Anyway, I will stay in the capital for a while. From tomorrow onwards, I will teach you this sword technique well after three o'clock every night. This sword technique is good, but after being passed on, it becomes like a child playing tricks, and it is really insulting it."

After saying that, she gently tapped her toes on the ground, and she rose up from the ground, drifted backwards and drifted to the outside of the yard. Then her voice came: "Your parents and I have lit a sleepy hole by them. They will wake up tomorrow morning, so there is no need to worry."

As soon as she finished speaking, the person had disappeared into the darkness. Except for the residual fragrance in the air in the courtyard, it proved her existence.

The night wind blew, blowing away the fragrance, which made Zhao Yuan wake up. He suddenly felt shocked, slapped his thigh, and hurried into the house to test the breath of Zhao Dazhi and others one by one, and finally he felt relieved.

Rest assured, the purple figure couldn't be seen in my head.

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Chapter completed!