Your Majesty, come back

Chu Xiao has always been impatient when it comes to rest and recuperation. After only a few days, he felt that his body was fine. The sun was shining brightly outside this day, and Chu Xiao had the idea of ​​practicing martial arts just around the corner. Go get his sword.

His sword has been with him for 15 years, and it was one of the trophies captured when he led troops to break through the city for the first time.Chu Xiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror and watched the maid change his clothes. The man in the mirror had a sword on his waist. He was tall and straight, and his expressionless face looked solemn and solemn.

Chu Xiao made a move and pressed the side of his face. He thought of the young man in Yue Wang's mansion who had the same appearance as him. No, in fact, looking seriously, that young man's face was too soft, and his own was obviously more handsome and sharp.

He seldom pays attention to his appearance, because his appearance has always been useless to him. It was useless when he insisted on wearing armor, and it is even more useless now.

However, thinking that he might be admired, Chu Xiao paid more attention to whether he was energetic enough today, whether he was looking enough.

Fortunately, the coma for many days can torture his body, but it obviously does not damage his emperor's spirit.

Satisfied, Chu Xiao turned around and left the hall, just as the guards outside the hall came in to report that King Yue was out to see him.

"Oh? That's just right—Awu, go find a change of clothes for King Yue, and practice with me for a while."

Chu Xiao deliberately asked someone to choose a white suit. Sure enough, the young man was handsome after wearing it, with sharp eyebrows, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and smooth and beautiful lines.

"Brother Huang, are you really here?" The young man smiled and took the sword brought by the guard: "Your body is just right."

"It's okay, I'm going to get sick from boredom, you can see if this sword is smooth, and I'll try it if you use it smoothly--so as not to say that I'm not good at winning."

The young man took a look at the sword and couldn't help but said: "Good sword, Brother Huang, it's too wasteful to use such a famous sword just for competition."

While enjoying the warm sunshine, Chu Xiao lazily said: "It's boring to use other ones. What do you know? The ones that are used for collection and not used are not considered swords at all, but at most are objects for playing with. You say What are famous swords made for—a hero with no use for them is nothing at all.”

Chu Yue obviously liked to hear him talk about this set of unorthodox principles, so he waved it on the spot a few times, and seeing Chu Xiao watching from the side, he felt a little embarrassed, his muscles tensed up, and he withdrew his sword in embarrassment: "Brother Huang ?”

He just suddenly remembered that the martial arts of the young man in front of him seemed to be taught by him all those years ago, so all the moves were very familiar, but Chu Yue danced the sword better than him, and the few movements just now were smooth and flowing. Chic and crisp.

I don't know if it's Jianguang or something else that made him feel lost.

"The sword matches..." Chu Xiao's tongue was numb, and his eyes turned from the young man's face: "The sword needs to be matched with a famous general. You still need to hone your fists and embroidered legs a few times. Don't stain my sword."

"The younger brother will definitely not disappoint the emperor."

Chu Yue responded cautiously.

Chu Xiao smirked, and then slowly pulled out the sword at his waist: "After I pass this test, I will say these nice words."

Since childhood, Chu Xiao has practiced the tricks of killing and beheading the enemy. It is different from the martial arts people in the Jianghu. Naturally also inherited his style.

Chu Yue really listened to what he said, and he probably used all his strength, unlike other people who would pretend to be submissive to discourage him.

The young man was full of strength, and Chu Xiao didn't dare to be careless while being hearty. After taking the next move, he felt his mouth numb. He knew that he no longer had the advantage in physical strength, so he made a deceptive fake move in an instant. On the surface, he directly attacked the young man's shoulder, but when the opponent counterattacked, he bent down again and turned towards the young man's joints.

Chu Yue was off guard for a moment, but in an instant he firmly stabilized his footing, and only took a small step back.

Chu Xiao showed approval, and roared like he was on the battlefield. He was full of arrogance, and the offensive wave after wave was continuous, with thunderous momentum, and he could not see the slightest weakness after illness.

Chu Yue actually wanted to reserve his strength at first, and didn't dare to really come, but seeing that Chu Xiao was completely in the mood now, he had no choice but to use all his strength to fight.

The two swords met, and no one had any intention of retreating. Like two fierce lions fighting for territory, Chu Xiao was slightly inferior in momentum. He increased his strength again and pushed the young man down even more.

Chu Yue blushed and refused to give an inch.

Although there was a sword in between, the distance was still very close. Chu Xiao could even smell the sandalwood-like fragrance on the young man's clothes. The light smell was burned by sweat, and it wrapped around Chu Xiao's nose, scratching his heart. Itchy, I want to sneeze.

The young man's sword cuts gold like mud, and when it meets the weapon in Chu Xiao's hand, it flows like fire, and the sword light is like lightning. Chu Xiao saw that the dazzling sword light fell on Chu Yue without any leaks. red face.

Being so close, it seemed that even the fluff on the young man's face could be clearly seen, which immediately warmed him so much that his heart softened.

Martial arts practitioners are most afraid of being distracted, let alone fighting with others. Just when Chu Xiao was distracted, Chu Yue's sword turned around and pushed Chu Xiao out with skillful force.

Chu Xiao was startled, and his whole body fell backwards. Chu Yue didn't expect that Chu Xiao couldn't resist his move. He quickly threw away the sword in his hand, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent. When he was pulled into the young man's arms, Chu Yue himself did not stand still, and fell backwards. Chu Yue landed on his back, his eyes closed in pain, but his arms were still firmly protecting the man in his arms.

Chu Xiao took a breath, raised his arms, and let the guards come back. He still held his sword in his hand, so he stuck it into the ground, and slowly lifted half of his body from the young man, but still In a half-kneeling posture, the blade of the sword hit the ground three-pointed, and happened to land on the side of Chu Yue's face.

The young man was lying on his back, his forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyeballs were dark.

Chu Xiao held the sword in his right hand, and rested his left hand on the young man's chest. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this posture, but turned the hilt of the sword lightly, and said in a flat voice, "I lost."

Following his movements, the sword body that had fallen into the ground also turned a few times, and suddenly the coldness of the sword body forced Chu Yue not to dare to move half a minute.

"Brother Huang didn't lose, it was my younger brother who lost."

Chu Xiao wanted to be strong since he was a child, and he was determined not to show any weakness in front of others, let alone admit defeat himself, but today he calmly uttered the word 'lose', which is simply incredible.

It's just that this condescending posture and the sword still in hand made people jump in fear, as if they were threatening.

Chu Xiao didn't mind showing weakness in front of the young man, because he had exposed himself naked to Chu Yue's lower eyelids during the most embarrassing times in his life, so admitting defeat now was nothing.

There was no displeasure on Chu Xiao's face. Looking at the expression on Chu Yue's face, he even became a little happy: "The blue is better than the blue, and I didn't teach you in vain."

Chu Yue was dazed for a moment, "Brother Huang, are you praising my younger brother?"

Chu Xiao laughed, leaned down, and coaxed the child: "Yes, what reward do you want for winning me? What do you think I will reward you?"

It's not a big deal to be defeated, anyway, the youth was taught by him, even if he loses, it's at his own hands.

Now that he trusted and doted on Chu Yue, he wanted to give him more. He stared at the young man and patiently waited for Chu Yue to speak.

Chu Yue seemed to be bewitched, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were like spring water, "You don't have to be like this..."

Chu Xiao was afraid that the young man was too timid to say anything, so he thrust half of the blade of the sword into the ground with force, and he stretched out the hand that was originally on the opponent's chest, and grabbed Chu Yue's lapel.

Chu Xiao seemed to think of something, he stopped his rough behavior in a hurry, let go of his hand slowly, and straightened the messy skirt a few times.

With such fine weather, he shouldn't be too irritable.

But Chu Yue in front of him was too persistent, his patience couldn't penetrate at all, he was as solid as a rock.So when it came time to really speak, he still asked word by word, as if threatening: "Sixth brother... what do you think I should reward you?"