"Big Brother"
In the main hall, Murong put down the tea cup in his hand and said softly, "It's been a long time since I've been here. Sitting and drinking tea is boring. How about taking Fourth Brother and I for a walk around the house?"
When Mu Yuan heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't refuse. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to the East Garden for a walk. The peach blossoms in the East Garden have just bloomed. They are very beautiful. Jiu Mei You should like it.”
"Dongyuan?"
Murong smiled slightly and said, "Brother, the emperor must have forgotten that the back garden of the palace is full of peach blossoms. I'm really tired of seeing them."
"Then let's go to Xiyuan. Doesn't Jiumei like to swim in the lake the most? Let's go for a walk by the lake in Xiyuan." Mu Yuan suggested again.
"Let's go to the martial arts arena in the south courtyard."
At this time, Mu Bai, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up and said, "It's been a long time since I competed with the First Emperor Brother. Over the years, the First Emperor Brother's martial arts must have improved a lot. How about we compete?"
On the side, Murong couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard his brother's words.
Her martial-arts crazy brother was finally useful for once.
This suggestion comes at the right time.
"Battlefield?"
Mu Yuan looked slightly condensed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Fourth brother, I have been neglecting my martial arts for many years, so I won't show off my shame in front of a master like my fourth brother. When my legs recover and I practice hard for some time, I will definitely accompany you." Fourth brother, have a good time."
When Mu Bai heard this, he nodded without forcing himself.
However.
After Murong saw the reaction of the eldest brother, he immediately interrupted and said, "Brother, our brothers are just competing, and there is no need to determine the winner. I remember when I was a child, the martial arts practice of several brothers belonged to the eldest brother. My brother has made the fastest progress, and even the sword worshipers say that if the eldest brother had not suffered from leg disease, his martial arts attainments must be the highest among all the princes."
Mu Yuan frowned and said, "Fourth brother and the others were still young at that time and couldn't do much."
"Brother, please stop being humble."
Murong smiled and said, "Let's go. I also want to see how far the First Emperor's martial arts has progressed after so many years."
After saying that, Murong didn't wait for the elder brother's refusal, stood up and stepped forward to push the wheelchair himself.
On the side, when the eunuch Zhao Jie saw this, his eyes suddenly focused, but he did not dare to say anything due to the identity of the ninth princess.
Outside the main hall, Murong pushed the eldest prince out and walked straight towards the martial arts arena in the south courtyard.
From behind, Mu Bai and the eunuch Zhao Jie followed and rushed to the south courtyard together.
It didn't take long.
In the south courtyard's martial arts arena, four people walked forward and backward.
Mu Yuan sat in a wheelchair, his eyes darkened slightly, and thoughts flashed across his face.
In the back, Murong was pushing the wheelchair while talking and laughing, acting very naturally.
There was no one around the martial arts field, and it looked a bit desolate, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.
Murong glanced around and saw nothing unusual. He couldn't help but look at his brother behind him and said with a smile, "Fourth brother, you must be careful when you are sparring, so as not to get hurt."
"rest assured."
Mu Bai stepped forward and said calmly, "Brother The Emperor and I have a sense of propriety."
"Um."
Murong nodded and immediately turned around and walked out of the martial arts arena.
In the middle of the martial arts field.
Brothers Mu Bai and Mu Yuan looked at each other, ten steps apart, each concentrating.
As everyone knows, Mu Bai, the fourth prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, is a peerless prodigy in martial arts. He is one of the four great geniuses in the world. He is extremely talented and beautiful.
but.
When several princes were young.
The royal sword enshrined Zeng said that the eldest prince Mu Yuan had extraordinary talent in martial arts. If he were not born with leg problems, his future achievements would not be inferior to those of the fourth princes.
pity.
There are no ifs in everything.
The eldest prince's leg disease greatly restricted his martial arts progress.
Twenty-seven years old is the age when martial arts practitioners are gradually reaching their peak. Many of the most talented people have even begun to reach the fifth realm at this age.
But Mu Yuan was always blocked in front of the fourth realm.
"Brother Emperor, please!"
Ten steps away, Mu Bai gave a polite salute and said.
"Fourth brother, please."
Mu Yuan returned the favor, held the soft sword under the wheelchair, and slowly pulled it out.
Between the eyes.
Mu Bai moved, Long Yuan unsheathed his hand, and struck through the air with a sword.
"Keng!"
The two swords clashed, and the sword energy vibrated.
In Mu Yuan's hand, the soft sword turned into a hundred-refined steel, blocking Long Yuan's sharp edge.
The swords of both of them were famous swordsmen, but compared to the Long Yuan of the fourth prince, the soft sword in the hands of the eldest prince was obviously inferior.
but.
Even so, the battle between the two still showed a stalemate.
A soft sword was used to the extreme in Mu Yuan's hands. Sometimes it was like a hundred-tempered steel, indestructible, and sometimes it was like a soft sword, unpredictable.
In this world, there are not many people who use soft swords, because the practice of soft swords is very difficult, and you may even hurt yourself if you are not careful.
However, the eldest prince's soft sword skills were obviously quite advanced.
As strong as Mu Bai, he couldn't break through the sword net formed by the soft sword for a while.
"boom!"
After nearly twenty moves, the swords in their hands collided, and the battle broke out.
Mu Bai concentrated and stared at the eldest brother in front of him, feeling strange in his heart for the first time.
Ten steps away.
Mu Yuan was holding a soft sword, his cultivation was no longer concealed, and his aura was astonishing.
The eldest prince, who had been hiding for twenty years, is now about to recover from his leg disease. He is no longer secretive and has exploded with astonishing sharpness.
at the same time.
North Courtyard of Taixue Palace.
The morning class is coming to an end.
Li Ziye held his sword and once again attacked the sword formation formed by sixty-three Confucian disciples.
The sword formation, which was born out of Feixian Jue, has already shown considerable power even though it has only been in existence for a month.
The sixty-three Confucian disciples mainly teach martial arts, and each move contains three points of murderous intent.
However.
Once the swords are in formation, they must lead the way to kill.
"Bah!"
Li Ziye's left arm was scratched by the sword in the hand of a Confucian disciple, blood spattered out, and he was injured for the first time.
Outside the sword array.
Bai Wangyu stared at the young man in the sword formation, his eyes full of concentration.
With the help of the Heavenly Book, Brother Li will not be restricted by the Qi problem, but this does not mean that he can successfully evolve the sixty-three changes of the seventh form.
The most difficult part of Feixian Jue is the unpredictability of body and sword techniques. The root of it is the ability to control the body.
If there is even the slightest deviation, the practitioner's body will immediately lose control.
In the sword formation.
Sixty-three people took up the formation.
The sword light is vertical and horizontal, the clouds are flowing, and there is a tacit understanding.
Li Ziye's figure passed by, blocking one attack after another.
finally.
During the thirty-second transformation, Li Ziye's feet stopped and his figure flew out involuntarily.
In the formation, Chang Yu saw this and swung his sword to straighten his body.
Li Ziye stabilized his figure, looked at the people in front of him, held his sword and saluted respectfully, and said, "Thank you very much."
Sixty-three Confucian disciples returned the gift, then sheathed their swords and left one after another.
"Congratulations."
From behind, Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said softly, "It's half done."
Li Ziye took out the Book of Heaven from his arms, looked at it, and grinned.
This thing is really powerful.
It would be great if I could not pay it back.
