Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Even though the Mingling Palace had few people serving, the guards were strict. Even the Weiming Palace was located in a remote place, and there were several teams of guards patrolling the surroundings.

Ji Zhaixing's martial arts are barely comparable to second-rate masters in the arena, and his ability to conceal his breath can not be noticed by others, but it only stops here.If you want to freely enter and exit the palace where there are so many masters, or even escape from the palace, the risk is extremely high.

What's more, after he escaped, if he angered Ming Ling and implicated Daliang - Qu Qingxing would never take the blame for him.I'm afraid that Ji Zhuixing will disappear from the world from now on, living the days of being hunted incognito.

What Ji Zhaixing wants to do is to be an unfettered ranger.

The best way to deal with it is to live until Qu Qingxing, the son of luck, becomes attached to that emperor, and when Emperor Ming Ling dismisses him from the sixth house, he will be released from the house, and he will be truly free.

That day won't be too long, and at this time of Ji Zhaoxing, he has to plan for it.

Gold and silver things are easy to obtain, but if he wants to travel in the rivers and lakes, his martial arts should not be too low.

In the plot, Ji Jiexing is worried that people will find out that he has martial arts, so he simply dare not hold a sword, let alone practice martial arts, and only practice two hours of inner strength every day.Although he has outstanding talent, if he does not advance in martial arts, he will retreat. That bit of spiritual talent was quickly wiped out in the tedious and tedious day after day of the harem.

But now, Ji Zhaixing not only needs to practice martial arts, but also to practice exquisitely and superbly, in order to gain a foothold in the future.

He has to be more diligent than when he was in the Qingshan School.

The back garden of the Weiming Palace was silent, the maidservants holding the lamps had all rested, and the patrolling guards were only patrolling outside the high wall.

The starry sky was covered by dark clouds, not even a single star could come out.

Even this back garden is extremely dark, only the sound of insects chirping and grass blades swaying.

Ji Zhaixing focused his internal energy on his eyes, but he was not affected by the night.

He was wearing a dark blue robe with wide sleeves that could hide sharp weapons.The black hair was hung down, and only slightly tied up with a dark blue hair band, so that the soft hair would not be scattered by the wind.

The whole person seemed to melt into the night.

The Qingshan faction's skills are not top-notch legends, but they are also first-class skills in the world.

But what Ji Zhaixing will practice today is not the famous "Green Mountain Sword Art", "Six Stunning Styles", and "Zhuyin Sword", but the basic swordsmanship taught by the Qingshan School, "Seven Unknown Swords" .

Of course, this is not only the introductory swordsmanship of the Qingshan School, but even the introductory swordsmanship of all sects.

Ji Zhaixing knew this trick by heart as early as when he was six years old and just started to fight with a bamboo sword.

Even a more dull disciple can practice Wuming Seven Swords well in a month, and go to learn "real" martial arts, ashamed of still practicing such a foundation.

But since it can become the entry-level swordsmanship of various sects, this set of seven moves certainly has its own unique features.At least it is very suitable for Ji Zhaixing who has just learned to control his internal force and is "spiritually" practicing martial arts for the first time.

What he was holding in his hand was a short knife, studded with precious stones, which was more ornamental than practical.

Later, I still felt that there was something uncomfortable, so I tied it around my waist casually, and folded off a pear branch at hand to use as a long sword.

The internal force wandered out from the limbs and bones, a wave of heat traveled from his meridians to his wrists, then converged into his fingertips, and finally touched the pear tree branches.Truly free-spirited, the branches follow the trend, leaving behind a piercing sound.

If Ji Zhuixing was holding a normal sword, then this move should be an extremely fierce and decisive sword that could kill someone.

But what he was holding was just a tree trunk, so the still tough tree trunk was soon exploded by internal force.

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

He went to break off a branch again, but this time he remembered to carefully control the output of internal force.

It wasn't until the pear tree was ripped off that it might not bear any flowers next year, Ji Zaixing reluctantly gave up.But at this time, he can indeed not break the "sword" in his hand.

There are a total of seven sword techniques, each of which couldn't be simpler.Ji Zhaixing is obviously close to the ultimate level of practice, and his body's physical reactions can subconsciously slash and receive moves, but he still tirelessly and repeatedly practiced this basic sword technique.

Practice for several hours.

If there is also a swordsman with good eyes beside him, he will probably be surprised to find that Ji Zhaixing's swordsmanship seems to have entered the peak a little bit faster from such extreme perfection.

Ji Zhaixing didn't feel it.

He only vaguely recalled that he used to...seem to be a swordsman too.

Moreover, it is more powerful than such soft swordsmanship; one sword can flatten mountains and rivers, break ocean currents, change the color of the sky and the earth, and the sword will shock everyone.

Ji Zaixing was slightly dazed, but couldn't remember clearly.

He reassured himself again, and made a sword move, which happened to cut off a pear blossom at the sharp part of the branch; the dark cloud faded, revealing half a bright moon, which illuminated Ji Zhuixing's wrist slightly protruding from his sleeve at this time.

Ji Zhaixing's skin and bones were pale, even though his face was still in the shadow under the tree, he could definitely tell that his grace was brilliant.

His hands are a little too thin, and the protruding wrist bones are distinct, it doesn't look like the hands of a martial arts man; but it is just such a hand, and he has practiced for several hours without interruption, and he has mastered the simplest swordsmanship An extremely subtle technique.

Ji Zhaixing has been waving pear branches in such a boring way for several hours, and he has never noticed that there is a person more boring than him, standing on the high wall, among the branches of old trees, peeking over.

It took me half an hour to watch Ji Zhaoxing practice martial arts without interest.

At the beginning, Ti Shao thought it was a little funny that this young man didn't wake up in the middle of the night and made gestures with a pear branch.

I also saw that he was born with a romantic figure, and he had a mind of admiring beauties, but unconsciously, he became a little fascinated.

This man is good-looking, but his swordsmanship is even more agile and astonishing!

Even Ti Shao could see that this was just the simplest sword style for beginners, even his little nephew was unwilling to practice it.However, someone who can master these seven moves of swordsmanship so well can also be called a genius.

Tishao is a rare super master among the young generation in Jianghu, not only his martial arts is superb, but also his lightness kung fu is even better.

Therefore, he stood for a long time without being noticed by Ji Zhuixing, and he was also very confident that he would not be spotted by the patrolling guards.But at this moment, a slender and cold hand gently patted his shoulder.

If it wasn't for his steady footing, Tishao would have almost fallen from the tree.It's just that he still endured the exclamation in his mouth, glanced at the man behind him slightly, and quickly used their special sound transmission method: "Don't make a sound, in case you scare the little beauty away." ]

The pale and extremely tall man gave him a cold look.

The man had a head of withered and white hair, under the faint moonlight, it seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light, and it was very strange, like the incarnation of a monster.

Ti Shao smiled flatteringly: [Good senior brother, good lord, can you tell me how you catch me every time—you must know that none of your brocade guards and dark guards can stop me from going in and out. ]

The prestigious tyrants spread among the great powers stepped on the branches like this, and very cooperatively with Ti Shao, he used the sound transmission method to send a message: [Punishment. ]

The punishment mentioned here was not the punishment for Tishao who entered and left the palace at will, but the soldiers and secret guards who were in charge of guarding.Tishao's expression was slightly bitter, and he felt a little guilty for those secret guards who were innocently implicated by him. He quickly changed the topic, trying to make this majesty forget what he just said: [I originally wanted to find you, stop here when I pass by feet up.Brother, I didn't expect there to be such an interesting person in your palace. He couldn't be a eunuch, could he? ]

Sheng Chongling's cold eyes fell on Ji Jiexing who was practicing "sword" again.

The young man made a sword move with one hand, his arms stretched out, looking elegant and handsome.The dark blue clothes have a strong tone, which makes his complexion more like white porcelain.

The wrists are slender, and the waist is also narrowed, as if every part of her body is extremely beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Seeing his senior brother staring at him in a daze, Tishao did not suspect him.I just feel that Sheng Chongling is just like him, and he is also looking at the young boy's inexplicably proficient sword moves at such a young age.

Tishao is still asking, who is that person.

Although Sheng Chongling was staring intently at this moment, he was still able to answer Ti Shao's question accurately while being distracted.

[He lives in Weiming Hall, and here there is only one male concubine who has not been conferred, it should be the prince sent by Daliang, Qu Qingxing. ]

Tishao showed an expression of surprise and admiration: [I didn't expect my brother to remember it so clearly. Could it be that I really want my concubine to warm the bed? ]

Sheng Chongling remained silent.

Ti Shao was just joking casually, he knew the talent of his senior brother, he had the ability of photographic memory.For example, in other countries, when marrying an imperial daughter and getting married, a memorial is required—even more so when marrying an imperial prince.

He had heard about King Liang's absurdity for a long time, and he was quite speechless about his behavior of selling his son for glory. He also felt a little more regretful about this "Qu Qingxing", and seriously suggested: "With his swordsmanship, stay with you." In the harem, it would be a pity.Brother, why not give him to me, I will train you a top peerless master...]

Before he could finish conveying his heartbeat, he heard Sheng Chongling's extremely cold and hasty voice, and said decisively: [No. ]

[He is my concubine. ]

At that moment, Sheng Chongling's breathing became a little heavy, and he showed signs of it all at once.

Ji Zhaixing's hand practicing sword was slightly slow, and he looked up with some doubts——

The green leaves were blowing gently, there was a rustling wind, and the shimmer of moonlight tonight was reflected among the broken leaves.

He looked away again, but he also stopped practicing the sword, and brushed away the loose hair on his cheek with his sore hands.

Let's call it a day.

Ti Shao was really "lifted" by Sheng Chongling.

He had a deep understanding of the brother's height and strength, and he took a breath, because he was far away, and he was not afraid of being discovered, so he continued to persuade: "Although the sword moves he practiced are only basic, but the Let him learn other martial arts, and he can probably practice well."

Ti Shao felt that Sheng Chongling didn't like the prince's kung fu, and didn't see that he was a potential stock.

The white-haired emperor gave him an extremely cold look, and Tishaw suddenly felt a chill coming from his back.

"No."

Not negotiable.

Sheng Chongling said: "You can come and go in the imperial palace as you like, just don't get close to the harem courtyard."

Ti Shao was very embarrassed, although he knew that his senior brother didn't understand style, and he couldn't even count as a respectful guest with those lively beauties; but there would be no man in this world who wanted to have some flair on his head.

Immediately, she felt good, and even forgot about asking the prince to come.