one
After hurriedly retreating from the palace, Xie Xiangcai's master and apprentice walked aimlessly in the palace.
The entire palace is surprisingly large. There is only one corridor that runs from north to south, and you can't see the end at a glance.
When Xie Xiangcai was studying at home, he often read articles about the palace. At that time, he thought it was a bit too exaggerated. Now it seems that the writing in the book is still too conservative.
Hu Jie opened his fox fur coat and exposed his chest, blowing the oncoming cold wind with some intoxication.
He walked forward for more than ten feet, and at one moment he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked Xie Xiangcai, "I heard that you have been studying at home since you were a child. Have you read a lot of poems or articles about the palace?"
The young man was startled when he heard this and looked at Hu Jie strangely, "Master, did you use some secret method to know what is in my heart?"
Hu Jie chuckled and slapped Xie Xiangcai hard on the shoulder, almost causing him to stumble and fall.
"It is said that once a teacher is always a father, there is no such thing as 'knowing a son is like a father'. What are you thinking, and I don't know about it?"
The white-haired boy Shang Zhuguo continued to walk forward and sighed for the first time, "If that brat was still here, you would have nine brothers..."
Xie Xiangcai and Murong Mingzhu looked at each other in confusion.
Hu Jie said softly, "When I first left the clan and traveled to Daqing, I took in a child on the road. That was my first disciple. To be truly honest, he is your senior brother."
"This stinky boy is very talented, not inferior to your senior brothers, but he has a wooden fish head and likes to study. He holds a few tattered books every day and mutters something like 'what a fool.' I was a little angry at the time, so I gave him The book was all torn up, and that brat and I had been having a quarrel for more than half a year, haha."
Only Xie Xiang could tell that his master was forcing a smile.
Murong Mingzhu asked in a low voice, "Master, where is the senior brother now?"
Hu Jie suddenly stopped and did not look back, staring directly at the masonry under his feet.
"He's dead. He's been dead a long time ago. He's been dead for almost three hundred years!"
Brother Xie Xiangcai remained silent.
"He always said, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. He also told me, 'Master, when I finish reading thousands of books, I will accompany you to travel around the world single-handedly, wandering around the world to be the most elegant and unrestrained master.' I am also unrestrained and unrestrained. How about being a Confucian sage who became a saint through studying, and we, the master and the disciple, share the world equally?' It really makes people laugh. You, the senior brother who died long ago, are really a nonsensical guy."
Hu Jie looked up to the sky and laughed.
After Xiangcai pondered for a moment, he asked, "Then how does our... senior brother..."
Hu Jie waved his hand, "There's nothing to say. It's all over. Don't imitate him, you brats. You are still a guy who likes to talk big words before you die. Especially you, the Eighth Eight. The world is dangerous and you are still new to it. Shen, you see this world too kindly, just like your dead senior brother. You need to practice swordsmanship in the school, and you also need to practice boxing, but it is essential to go out, don't just talk on paper."
Xie Xiangcai nodded heavily.
Hu Jie suddenly turned his head and stared at his two disciples with swords hanging from their waists, his eyes turning red without warning.
"Master, Master, if my skills surpass yours in the future, I will still let you be the best in the world!"
"Oh? What about you?"
"Well...it's pretty good to be second in the world!"
"Hey, how the hell do you have the confidence to say this?"
"Master, just be optimistic. As time goes by, I, your disciple, will definitely be the most famous and outstanding warrior in the world today!"
Hu Jie turned his head back, secretly wiped away his tears under the guise of adjusting his cuffs, and burst out laughing.
"What a fucking second in the world, it's all just farts..."
This "No. 1 in the world" who seems carefree on weekdays, when I think back to my former self, I really feel like a fucking beast.
This last member of the Immortal Clan, who spent hundreds of years finally seeing through the coldness of the world, now only cares about the eight little guys following him.
Hu Jie knew what outsiders thought of him.
Bohemian and inhumane.
But only he knew in his heart that he was really protective of his shortcomings...
This old and immortal guy has lived for hundreds of years, and the most important thing he can't keep is the people around him.
Hu Jie walked unsteadily in front of the two thoughtful disciples. He was very drunk even though he was not drinking, and he was shaking his white hair.
"The immortal caressed my head, knotted my hair and received immortality... Damn your grandma's immortality!"
two
The three masters and apprentices walked around the palace, passed through countless corridors, and witnessed many wonderful scenes that they could not see on ordinary days.
Prime Minister Xie sighed with emotion. The most beautiful buildings in the world were gathered together. I am afraid that only the royal family can do this.
Hu Jie suddenly stopped while walking, turned around and said to Xie Xiangcai and the other two people behind him, "You two just have fun in the palace while I go find an old friend."
After saying that, he disappeared in an instant without leaving even an afterimage.
Xie Xiangcai entered the palace for the first time and could only turn his eyes to Murong Mingzhu beside him, "Brother, where are we going?"
Murong Mingzhu was silent for a while, then hesitantly said, "Junior brother, I'm afraid you have to wander around the palace by yourself. I have to... look for..."
Xie Xiangcai understood immediately and patted Murong Mingzhu on the shoulder, "Go ahead, senior brother, I'll be fine alone."
Murong Mingzhu chuckled, nodded slightly, and walked forward.
Xie Xiangcai took a long breath and suppressed his somewhat uneasy heart.
After watching the fifth senior brother go away, he raised his feet and walked in one direction.
After passing through a vermilion gold-rimmed door that was two people wide, Xie Xiangcai once again came to a corridor connecting two palace courtyards. The corridor ran east-west and tilted slightly towards the north. The young man then followed the direction of the corridor from where he was. This one goes towards the other end.
After walking for about a hundred steps, a slight sound of breaking wind came from one place.
Xie Xiangcai stood on tiptoes curiously and looked in the direction of the sound. He noticed that the space inside a high wall a few corridors away was undulating slightly.
That's sword energy.
Although the sword energy is not weak, the sword moves seem a bit green and unskilled. It seems that he is a novice who has just learned the sword.
The ones wielding swords and spears among the royal family were undoubtedly some guards or powerful warriors. On a whim, Xiang Xiang simply walked in the direction of the sword energy, and finally stopped in front of an elegantly decorated courtyard.
Xie Xiangcai stood in front of the closed courtyard gate, feeling a little surprised.
Could such a decorated courtyard be the residence of some high official?
Logically speaking, those who can live in the palace have always been the emperor and the emperor's family members, and it is unlikely that they are some officials.
If these warriors were raised inside, they would definitely not be able to live in such a magnificent residence.
In the courtyard, a girl dressed in blue with a phoenix pattern tied her waist with red satin, and the slender sword in her hand kept dancing, and the chaotic sword energy overflowed.
The young eunuch beside him was hunched over, holding a warm towel on a tray in his hand.
The girl finished another set of sword skills that she didn't know where to make up, then threw the long sword on the ground, rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the towel, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and then threw the towel back into the tray. .
The young eunuch suddenly straightened up, his eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp breath spurted out, and he banged open the closed courtyard door.
The young man who had put his ear to the courtyard door to eavesdrop lost his support and stumbled over the threshold under his feet. He was thrown into a trap in front of the girl's astonished eyes.
Upon seeing this, the girl quickly picked up the sword from the ground and pointed it at Xie Xiangcai, who stood up in a hurry, "You...what did you do here?"
The young eunuch next to him had energy lingering on his fingertips, ready to go.
Xie Xiangcai hurriedly patted his clothes, clasped his fists at the girl and said, "I was passing by accidentally and saw the sword energy flying in the courtyard, so I came here to worship and learn from you!"
The girl stepped forward and got a little closer to Xie Xiangcai. Then she turned to the young eunuch not far away and said, "This young man is quite handsome. Eunuch, please find someone to castrate him immediately and send him to my princess's house so that he can serve you daily." It’s also pleasing to the eye, do you hear me?”
Prime Minister Xie was shocked when he heard this, and stepped back one after another. After coming back to his senses, he looked at the girl in disbelief, and said in a voiceless voice, "Are you a princess?"
The girl put on a look of disdain, looked Xie Xiangcai up and down, clicked her tongue and said, "Tsk, the emperor is my brother, what am I if I'm not a princess?"
Xie Xiangcai bent down and saluted, "Xie Xiangcai, the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, would like to send my regards to Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
The princess opened her red lips lightly, threw away the long sword in her hand and rushed to Xie Xiangcai. She stretched out a pair of palms without hesitation, pinched and pulled the young man's cheeks, and said with a smile, "So you are the legend in the palace during this period." My young master, if I had known that you and your master would enter the palace today, I would have put on my court clothes and gone to court to see you!"
Prime Minister Xie was a little surprised, but he still said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness!"
The young princess whose birth name is Zhao Heyue waved her hands in an arrogant manner, took a step back and bent down to pick up the long sword. She patted her chest and said carelessly, "Come on, come on. The eunuchs and maids in the palace say that my swordsmanship is the best among her peers." It can be said that you are unparalleled. Seeing that you and I are similar in age, let’s compete to see whose swordsmanship is better!”
Xie Xiangcai held his forehead and smiled bitterly. From the sword energy released by Zhao Heyue before, he could feel that her swordsmanship level was only at the mastery level, and even her own martial arts cultivation was only at the second level.
To be conservative, if Xie Xiang only sheds a little sword light, the precious sister of the current Holy Emperor in front of him will be unable to get out of bed for half a year.
Xie Xiangcai hurriedly raised his hands and said with a smile, "Your Highness the Princess, the body of a phoenix is precious and precious, how can I allow you to break it at will?"
Zhao Heyue frowned slightly and said in a very unhappy tone, "What's wrong, Eighth Young Master? Could it be that he thinks he has learned some skills from the Immortal and looks down on this princess?"
Prime Minister Xie didn't expect Zhao Heyue's words to be so harsh. His expression changed slightly and he said awkwardly, "Don't dare, don't dare."
"Then draw your sword!"
Zhao Heyue was so verbose that he clenched his sword and stepped forward, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xie Xiangcai's chest.
The internal officer supervisor not far away followed Zhao Heyue with energy surging from his fingertips.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes turned cold, and he first used a light blue sword energy to dispel the dark energy of the inner officer prison, and then moved slightly sideways to dodge Zhao Heyue's offensive.
He landed firmly on the spot where Zhao Heyue had previously landed, put his palm on the Fengyun Sword at his waist, and pulled the long sword out of its scabbard with a "clop" sound.
"Your Highness, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful!"
In an instant, the sword energy surged in the courtyard, like a heavy rain pouring down.
