readytorunbook Chapter 122: Some people are going to be killed!
Chapter 122: Some people are going to be killed!
Bai Shaoqiu widened his eyes in shock.
So much so that his hand holding the sword was shaking!
"Really?"
"You can doubt Zou Kongqing's medical skills, but you must never doubt my judgment!"
Old Yu swore confidently: "You know, Fourth Young Master, I taught him myself. Isn't he amazing?"
Bai Shaoqiu nodded repeatedly.
"But the Fourth Young Master cannot inherit my mantle...but you can!"
"You can't use a stick, rude, you have to use a sword!"
Lao Yu took another big sip of wine, smacked his lips, and said proudly:
"This sword is for you. It's called 'Chengying' and is known as one of the three most famous swords in the world, along with Hanguang and Xiaolian!"
Bai Shaoqiu swallowed his saliva, Lao Yu... so heroic!
Old Yu took out a stack of yellowed booklets from his arms, carefully selected one and handed it to Bai Shaoqiu.
"This is a method of cultivating Qi, from the Supreme Daoist Academy, the foremost sect in the Eastern Jin Dynasty."
"Take a close look at it while you're recovering, and try to understand it yourself. If you have any questions, come and ask me."
He took out a stack of pamphlets from his sleeve pocket and picked one out and handed it to Bai Shaoqiu:
"This sword manual is the mountain-guarding sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the foremost sect in Southern Chen. If you master it... you will be invincible!"
"That's all, the prince has something else to ask me."
Old Yu stood up, touched the back of his head again, and grinned at Bai Shaoqiu:
"You are my last disciple, Old Yu. You must study hard and practice diligently... You must not lose face for me, Old Yu!"
After saying this, he took off the scabbard on his back and threw it to Bai Shaoqiu, then picked up the wine bag and limped away.
"master……"
He turned his back to Bai Shaoqiu and waved his hand: "Don't call me Master...it's tacky...call me Lao Yu!"
He walked out the door, touched the back of his head again, stood up, and disappeared into the mist and rain.
Bai Shaoqiu was suddenly confused as he held the two booklets. This happiness came too suddenly!
The prince said that he was too old to practice martial arts, which had originally put an end to his idea.
But Lao Yu's confident words rekindled his hope.
He never expected that he was actually a martial arts genius!
This is right!
The chosen one should be both civil and military!
He was extremely excited, his eyes fell on the two books, and he was shocked again -
"The Supreme Qi Training Art"!
Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!
The best sword in the world!
The best internal energy technique in the world!
And there is also the most powerful sword manual in the world!
What the hell...
Bai Shaoqiu seemed to have seen himself dominating the world and being invincible!
Under Qing'er's shocked gaze, Bai Shaoqiu seemed to have forgotten the pain of his wound.
He sat in front of the window, concentrating and calming his mind. After a moment, he opened the book "Supreme Qi Training Art" with great solemnity.
The text inside is a bit obscure.
However, such a powerful internal skill is definitely not that simple.
Bai Shaoqiu was obsessed with this Qi training technique and couldn't extricate himself.
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The royal study room.
The King of Zhenxi looked at Old Yu who came in and suddenly laughed.
"You were really knocked down by my son-in-law?"
Old Yu curled his lips and sat opposite the King of Zhenxi: "This kid is so cunning and ruthless!"
He touched the back of his head and asked, "Did that Zou Kongqing tell you?"
The prince laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I don't believe him when he says that. Shouldn't my son-in-law be lying in bed by now?"
"Lie down, that guy was sitting in front of the window when I went there."
"How is it? Does he...still have a chance to practice martial arts?"
Old Yu also grinned: "A martial arts prodigy with a bright future. He can at least reach... the first rank!"
The King of Zhenxi suddenly widened his eyes with a look of surprise: "Really?"
"When have I, Old Yu, ever misjudged someone?"
King Zhenxi was a little skeptical, but looking at Lao Yu's serious look, he finally chose to believe it.
"Then I'll leave his martial arts training to you!"
"It doesn't matter,"
Old Yu waved his hand and said, "I will personally train him and will definitely produce a world-famous master."
"Tell me, are we going to kill some people?"
The King of Zhenxi restrained his smile, and his eyes became sharper:
"It's time to kill some people!"
Old Yu pondered for three breaths: "Shang Shu would never do such a thing. After all, he owes this old man a huge favor!"
The King of Zhenxi took a deep breath and nodded: "Since Shang Junhou urgently summoned his grandson Shang Shan back, he obviously knew that Shang Shan had been in contact with Shao Qiu..."
"But this doesn't mean Shang Junhou can't do it!"
After a pause, the King of Zhenxi sighed and said:
"After all, seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye. No one has seen the old man in these seventeen years... He was sixty years old then. Now... he's probably passed away."
"Marquis Shang may not be the same Marquis Shang as before."
"Why did the Xuanjing Division buy the Bai Mansion through the City Guard House last year?"
"Doesn't Lord Shang know about this?"
"Can the account book be traced?"
The Prince of Zhenxi leaned forward and asked, "Doesn't Lord Shang know that many people will die if the account book is discovered?"
"He urgently recalled Shangshan... It's also possible that he was worried that I would kill his grandson in a fit of rage!"
"So, regardless of whether Shang Junhou is behind this matter or not, I must do something..."
The King of Zhenxi narrowed his eyes slightly:
"At least we need to make him understand that in Xiling City, the Xuanjing Division had better keep its tail between its legs!"
Old Yu took a big sip from the wine bag, exhaled a puff of alcohol, and then looked up at the King of Zhenxi:
"Have you thought about it?"
"Think about it!"
"Then kill a few!"
"There are twelve in Xiling City."
"Then kill twelve!"
"Who will do it?"
"He Yingou!"
"it is good!"
It could not be confirmed that the four assassins who were beaten to death by Dongfang Meng were from Xuan Jingsi, and He Yingou was not from the palace.
Even if Shang Junhou came to investigate in person, the palace could easily deny any involvement.
This is a delicate time. The situation in Kyoto is unclear, and it is not sensible for the Zhenxi Palace to step forward now.
"Your son-in-law is going to Kyoto next year,"
Old Yu looked at the King of Zhenxi again and said, "I thought you went to Zhuxi to stop him from going to Kyoto, but he took the first place... What do you mean?"
The King of Zhenxi took the wine bag from Lao Yu's hand, tilted his head back and took a big sip.
"Before, I thought he was really unbearable."
"But since he became my son-in-law, he may have been unwilling to give in, which is why he showed his wisdom."
"That evening I slashed him with a knife in the martial arts arena. You saw it. And judging by his performance at the Zhuxi Literary Gathering, I think he should go to Kyoto."
"Xiling City is too small."
Lao Yu: "But the water in Kyoto is too deep. Aren't you worried that he will drown?"
King of Zhenxi: "Neither you nor I can protect him forever. He has to learn to swim."
Lao Yu: "...Does the princess know his background?"
The King of Zhenxi shook his head: "Except for us, no one knows."
"That's good,"
Lao Yu stood up and looked out the door:
"It seems the rain won't stop any time soon... I'm going to kill someone tonight."
"Should we kill Ge Gang as well?"
The King of Zhenxi pondered for three breaths and said, "Not for now."
"What are you keeping it for?"
"……fishing!"
"Where did the fish come from?"
"Fish flying from the sky!"
Old Yu grinned and limped towards the door.
"There were twelve of us once, and the old man liked you the most... It makes sense."