As a top-notch family, the Yongzhou Zhao family's status is undoubtedly in the first echelon of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
His residence, Chengguogong Mansion, is also very grand, with various houses lined up in rows with brackets and eaves.
But there are thousands of buildings, and only three feet are needed to sleep at night.
After experiencing a farce of resurrection from the dead, Zhao Xun fell into sleep.
But he didn't sleep deeply. He felt some noise on the roof. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, only to see a tile being moved away.
The moonlight shone in through the gap in the tile, and Zhao Xun instinctively held his breath.
He had watched many similar movies and TV series in his previous life, and usually the appearance of such a scene meant that an assassin was about to appear next.
And his identity as the legitimate son of Duke Cheng also fits this setting.
Is there anyone who wants to assassinate him?
What was there about his dandy boy that was worth assassinating?
It’s true that this world is prone to assassinations at every turn. What a hatred. The key point is that Zhao Xun is just a Buddhist young man who is harmless to humans and animals.
Of course it is useless to say this now. Zhao Xun instinctively turned his body slightly and pretended to be sleeping. Next, we will see what the assassin does.
Speaking out at this time is undoubtedly courting death.
The best policy is to wait and see what happens and take advantage of the situation as it arises.
As a young man with little power, Zhao Xun knew very well that he only had one chance, and that was when the opponent relaxed his vigilance and approached.
The night was very quiet at this time, so quiet that Zhao Xun could clearly hear the beating of his own heart.
He clenched his left fist tightly and deliberately extended his middle finger half a minute.
He took a semester of self-defense in college. It was said that this thing was originally designed for female students. He knew everything about what to guard against. But there is nothing Zhao Xun can do if he shamelessly follows the teacher. Later, his roommate in the same dormitory laughed at him several times for learning women's self-defense skills, but Zhao Xun felt that he had many skills but was not overwhelmed, and there would always be opportunities to use them. Although the self-defense skills are not as good as Wing Chun or fighting, it is better than not knowing anything at all. It is unimaginable that Zhao Xun really waited for the opportunity. The incident happened suddenly, and now Zhao Xun can only act as a doctor.
But what happened next shocked Zhao Xun.
There are no legendary blowpipes or sweat potions, or even hidden arrows tempered with poison.
All Zhao Xun could feel was the air that seemed to be solidified.
Until there was a sound of footsteps...
Zhao Xun held his breath.
His hearing is different from ordinary people, and at this moment, he can clearly hear any abnormal noise from the outside world.
The other party's footsteps were very light, but Zhao Xun could still feel it.
Close, getting closer...
Calm down, you must be calm at this time.
Zhao Xun kept warning himself in his heart.
He knew he only had one chance and couldn't make any mistakes.
The other party obviously wants to confirm Zhao Xun's identity at close range before taking action. Although this can be foolproof, it also gives Zhao Xun a chance to counterattack.
With one punch, Zhao Xun only had one chance.
He clearly remembered that in self-defense, the best way to use it was to punch at the face at close range.
There were no twists and turns, just a punch directly to the bridge of the nose.
It was impossible for anyone to react in a short period of time.
Just one punch can render your opponent incapable of fighting.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Zhao Xun's body was like a taut bowstring.
When the opponent came within three feet of Zhao Xun, Zhao Xun suddenly turned around and charged up a punch to hit the opponent's face.
Because the room was dark, Zhao Xun couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he knew this was his best chance, and then he used another move he learned in self-defense.
Flirting the vaginal legs.
He kicked the opponent hard in the crotch. Because his nose bone was hit so hard, the person instinctively covered his nose with both hands. This kick hit his lower body firmly.
Then there was a scream.
Zhao Xun was secretly happy and quickly took advantage of this opportunity to escape through the door.
Although he was banned by his father, he could still walk around freely in Chengguo Palace.
"Help, there are assassins!"
Zhao Xun hurriedly shouted for help, and the guards from the mansion heard the sound and rushed over one after another.
The commotion was so great that in the end even Zhao Xun's cheap dad Cheng Guogong Zhao Yuan came over after hearing the news.
Zhao Xun finally came back from the gate of hell, so Zhao Yuan naturally felt very sorry for him.
When he learned that Zhao Xun had been assassinated, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "How is my son? Where is the assassin?"
"Father, the assassin has been knocked down by me and is in the house at the moment."
Although the situation just now was very dangerous, Zhao Xun's entire set of fists and kicks was completed very well. The assassin's injuries were all vitals, and he should not be able to regain his mobility in a short time.
Zhao Yuan quickly asked the guards to enter the house to seal it off, and then went in to check with Zhao Lun.
The room was quickly lit up by firelight as if it were daytime. Zhao Xun looked closely and saw a middle-aged man curled up beside the bed.
This man was plain-looking and thin. He was wearing a set of yellowing Taoist robes and looked extremely miserable.
It's no wonder that he used such force with his punches and kicks just now, which can be regarded as a perfect example of learning and applying self-defense techniques to the extreme.
"Nonsense!"
Zhao Xun was so proud, but who would have thought that his father would turn to him and roar: "Do you know that you have caused a big disaster? This is your master, Taoist Master Wu Quanyi!"
Um?
Zhao Xun immediately stood there dumbfounded.
This man is not an assassin, but his master?
Zhao Xun thought about the scene of meeting his master countless times, but he never imagined that it would be such a scene. He was really a Jue Juezi.
He thought that by knocking down the assassin, he could make his father look up to him and take off his label as a playboy, but who would have thought that the clown would turn out to be him.
"Why don't you go and apologize to Daoist Master Wu!"
Only then did Zhao Xun suddenly realize, he stepped forward to help Wu Quanyi up, and said guiltily: "It's all my fault, I bumped into the Taoist priest."
Wu Quanyi's face looked like a bitter gourd, and he forced himself to smile: "It doesn't matter, it's because I wanted to take a look at you in advance, and that's why I caused the misunderstanding. It's also my fault that I didn't bring up the True Qi body protection..."
Zhao Xun was filled with doubts. This was not a wedding, so there was no reason to check it out in advance.
He didn't know that Wu Quanyi knew that Zhao Xun was a famous disciple of Gaoliang and was used to being ignorant and incompetent. However, because Zhao Yuan's face was not good, he refused, so he planned to sneak into Zhao Xun's residence at night to have a look with his own eyes. If he could barely get by, he would accept Zhao Xun as his disciple. If the mud couldn't hold him up, he would find a way to refuse.
Who would have thought that Zhao Xun is also a ruthless character, and he can hit his vital points directly with one set of tricks.
Zhao Xun couldn't laugh or cry at this moment. Perhaps Wu Quanyi also thought that Zhao Xun was a noble disciple and posed no threat to him, so he was completely undefended, right?
As long as the true energy is used to protect the body, Zhao Xun's fists and kicks cannot hurt him.
After all, practitioners are also flesh and blood, and they are no different from ordinary people unless they use the true energy to protect their bodies.
And it is impossible for a practitioner to raise his luck all the time, otherwise why would there be a saying that a practitioner is most vulnerable when doing something he likes?
When an atypical practitioner meets an atypical playboy, can this be said to be fate?
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