Since ancient times, the civil and military battles in the court were at least not too friendly. The civil servants scolded the military attachés for being vulgar and reckless men who only knew how to kill, while the military attachés scolded those civil servants who only knew how to talk and I would beat the shit out of you with one fist.
Logically speaking, it would be enough for civil servants to preside over scientific examinations, but for some reason His Majesty wanted them to come together to watch these martial arts competitions. So at the beginning, all the laymen just watched the excitement, laughing and mocking, saying to their colleagues around them: "You Look, the people here don’t look like a group of uncivilized monkeys. Only we are qualified to watch such interesting monkey dramas.
Who knows, after the martial arts performance was finished, the Song Sword King just chopped off his feet on the martial arts stage, and the overwhelming momentum swept over, and some timid officials were frightened and paralyzed on the ground. At this time, it was the military attache's turn to Laughed at them.
At this time, on the martial arts stage, Mo Li kept blocking Song Linjie's slashes again and again with the short blade in his hand. However, cracks appeared on the short blade in Mo Li's hand after a few blows. On the other hand, the Sky Forging Sword in Song Linjie's hand was intact.
When he estimated that the short blade was just one click away from being split into two pieces, Mo Li immediately threw the short blade sutra straight at Song Linjie.
Song Linjie just moved the Heaven-Forming Sword slightly horizontally. Just when the short blade was about to contact the Heaven-forging Sword, Song Linjie suddenly slashed out. The two short blades were inserted squarely into the guardrail in front of the "spectators".
Again, some of the "new spectators" were frightened and couldn't help but retreat. At this time, they were ridiculed by their colleagues, because every time the academy recruits disciples, this is an inevitable "accident", which made the "old spectators" not surprised. After all, where is this place? How could His Majesty let them live in the palace with their heads and heads missing? There will definitely be secret protection from the masters in the palace, and they will naturally take action if something goes wrong.
Those who didn't know about it thought that all the civil servants of the imperial court were strong-willed and brave in the face of danger, which made the new officials admire them.
Song Linjie, who accidentally lost his hand, smiled at them and apologized, but in the eyes of those "old spectators", this was simply revenge!
Taking advantage of Mo Li's weapon, Song Linjie pursued the victory and suddenly approached Mo Li.
The movements were extremely fast, like the whistling wind, and in an instant, the Heavenly Forging Sword was in front of Mo Li.
Mo Li was shocked, why did Song Linjie's speed suddenly increase so much, but he couldn't wait to think about the unnecessary sighs. He stood up, and while retreating from the ground, Mo Li pulled out two more finger blades from his body.
What Mo Li didn't expect was that not only did Song Linjie's speed suddenly increase, but his strength when he dropped the knife also increased sharply. The moment the blade between his fingers came into contact with the Heavenly Forging Knife, he let go.
The Emperor above the attic was also battle-hardened and had some martial arts skills of his own, so he immediately saw the moves performed by Song Linjie.
Calculate the footholds one after another in advance, and then continuously attack while increasing your own speed and strength. This is the first key to the domineering sword technique, Ji Ye.
The same Ji Ye is also a move that only attacks but does not defend. This makes Chen Liuren, who has never been on the battlefield, even more cherish his life. He has been studying with the sword king for several years but still can't figure it out.
Of course, Chen Liuren also knows that more is due to his own lack of talent. Whether it is the palace or the academy, there are secret books on sizing, and he is also a child of the royal family, with purple energy. This makes Chen Liuren, who is good at martial arts, unique, but he has a lot of understanding. It's too bad, and it can only stagnate at the second level so far.
Chen Liuren sighed with emotion: "It's really enviable. Geniuses like you can easily comprehend those profound martial arts. Others who have worked hard all their lives may not be able to catch up with your achievements as teenagers."
Song Qingtian also did not give the emperor a good look, and said bluntly: "You are the king of a country, and you want to become a master of martial arts after winning the world. Are you satisfied if you win all the benefits in the world?"
Chen Liuren turned to ask: "Dean Song, if you compare me with your grandson, who will lose and who will win?"
Song Qingtian said disdainfully: "Don't think that just because you are a second-rank person, you can win the third-rank title in the world. In this world, there are not only geniuses who advance thousands of miles every day, but there are also masters who can kill across borders."
Chen Liuren looked at the old eunuch next to him who abided by his duties and asked, "What do you think?"
The old eunuch had followed the emperor for decades, so he was naturally well-versed in human relations. He did not say clearly: "Your Majesty is a man of thousands of gold. There is no need to do it yourself. With just one sentence, I, including the old slave, will die for your Majesty."
Song Qingtian couldn't help laughing when he heard what the old eunuch said. This emperor really didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin. He only accepted it after he made it clear. At the same time, he didn't understand how an emperor could like it. When practicing martial arts, if you don't have fun, you will find nothing to do but suffer.
And Song Qingtian naturally didn't understand the emperor's thoughts. He was young and not frivolous, traveling around the world with martial arts, but he was born in the emperor's family and couldn't help himself. Fortunately, when Chen Mo was fighting, he asked for orders to go to the battlefield. You know that since ancient times There is no cripple who can be the emperor. Even if he survives by chance, if he is missing arms and legs, he cannot be the emperor. His "brothers" would like him to die on the battlefield, but Chen Liuren is lucky to be a comrade with the general Zhang Mingze. , the latter taught the former martial arts and battlefield killing moves, and he also went to the battlefield himself. In the end, he not only survived, but also performed military exploits, which was recognized by many military attachés and gave him more confidence to fight for the position of emperor. Chen Liuren himself But what he cared about the most was the feeling of being a comrade, which made him, who was born in a repressive royal family, fully understand what it means to live and die by oneself and have a back to rely on.
Although Chen Liuren longed to ride horses in the arena and be free to do everything by himself, he still chose to sit in this position. Compared with personal gains and losses, he also believed that the people of the world were more important, and after witnessing the bravery of the general, he risked his life. Afterwards, his selfishness made him feel ashamed.
Chen Liuren thought for a moment. He was the emperor, and he really shouldn't have such thoughts. This was a dereliction of duty to the people of the entire Chen Kingdom. He didn't want to be one of those foolish kings who had no political power and secluded themselves from the world to practice Taoism.
Then, Chen Liuren continued to look at the martial arts stage and stopped asking any more questions.
Song Qingtian looked at the suddenly silent king. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't bother to care about it. He also continued to watch the competition.
Song Linjie pressed forward step by step, vowing to push Mo Li to a point where he could not fight back. While chasing, he did not use the Sky Forging Sword to go straight, but blocked all Mo Li's retreat routes.
Each knife struck Mo Li like an electric arc, but always passed him by without hurting him at all. It only once forced him to the edge of the martial arts stage.
Mo Li pulled out the flying knife from his body again, and instead of confronting him head-on, he threw it directly at Song Linjie. The two knives, which were very different in size, collided together and scraped out some iron particles.
Obviously, when an ordinary flying knife is in front of a sword that is not weaker than the most famous swords in the world, the iron flowers that are wiped out are naturally the part of the blade that is connected to the flying knife of the Tiantian knife.
Mo Li also knew that it would be impossible to achieve results with this method, so he just wanted to use this gap to return to the center of the martial arts stage.
After several strikes, Song Linjie no longer gave him a chance. He stood as firm as a pair of feet. After slashing away the flying knife, he reached out with one hand and directly grabbed Mo Li's ankle, which was already several feet off the ground. He laughed playfully: " Come back to me!"
