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Ji Yuan has lived for so many decades, experienced three dynasties, brought out two emperors, I don't know how many princes, he has never seen such a big storm, but he never expected that when he was old, he could still give him a whole lot. This way.

Tang Ke said that he would take him into the Hall of Mental Cultivation to meet Zhu Changcun. Ji Yuan thought that even if he didn't prepare a frame for him, he should at least walk in, so when he was carried on Tang Ke's back and flew over the eaves and walls, the whole People are dumbfounded.

It wasn't until he climbed over the palace wall and looked at the glazed tiles flying past under his feet that Ji Yuan regained his composure, and began to groan on Tang Ke's back, "Hey, old man, this old bone can't stand you, you brat!" With such nonsense, you are going to toss the old man to pieces!"

The speed of Tang Ke's feet did not decrease at all, and the wind whistled past his ears. He turned his head slightly and smiled shyly at Ji Yuan, "Mr. Ji, please hold on for a while, we will be there soon."

When Ji Yuan was brought in front of Zhu Changcun and barely stood still, the anger he had received outside the palace gate plus the anger caused by the ambush encountered on the road was fermented by Tang Ke's way of entering the palace. out of hand.

Zhu Changcun stared blankly at his former tutor, "Mr. Ji? Why..." He looked at Tang Ke behind Ji Yuan, "How did you get in?"

Ji Yuan didn't intend to explain to Zhu Changcun how his old bones flew over the wall, he just snorted coldly, took out the memorial and Xiaoke's little booklet from his sleeve pocket, and slapped Zhu Changcun directly on the forehead.

The hard shell of the memorial hit Zhu Changcun's forehead with a crisp sound. When it fell, Zhu Changcun caught him and looked at Ji Yuan with confusion in his eyes.

Ji Yuan looked left and right, but he didn't find the ruler, nor did he find any tools in his hand, so he turned his head to look at Tang Ke.

Tang Ke was stunned for a moment, and saw the shadow of the head teacher many years ago in the eyes of Mr. Ji, and quickly handed over the Wind Sword in his hand to Mr. Ji.

Ji Yuan didn't care what he was holding, as long as the shape was right, he raised the Wind Sword and hit Zhu Changcun directly on the back.

Zhu Changcun arched his back and bowed his head. Ji Yuan was a veteran that even his father and elder brother respected. Naturally, he didn't dare to fight back, as if he had returned to the days when he was admonished by the old man when he was a child. He didn't say a word and let the teacher beat him.

Tired from fighting, Ji Yuan put away the Wind Sword, and directly used a cane to support his body on the ground to support his body, panting heavily, "I have been teaching for decades, and to put it bluntly, I can be regarded as full of peaches and plums, how can I teach you?" Such a fool! Huh?"

As Ji Yuan said, he pointed a finger at Tang Ke behind him, "Such a bastard with a dirty background, he can see it better than you! Is your heart covered in lard or swill? You're sorry. Is that the secret imperial edict that your brother left you? That’s how you use the edict? You, you!"

Zhu Changcun called out "Mr. Ji" in a low voice, and was about to say something, but Ji Yuan struck down with another sword hilt, and the words were stuck in his stomach.

"Don't call me Mr. Old Man! I don't have a student like you! You are simply a stain on my teaching career!"

If Ji Yuan was really disappointed in a person, he would not even look at that person more than once. He is still willing to beat and scold Zhu Changcun like this at this moment, because he feels in his heart that this former student can still be saved.

Zhu Changcun is clear about this.

In fact, before Ji Yuan came to look for him, Zhu Changcun already had a vague judgment on the whole incident, but he still didn't dare to face up to the conclusion that chilled him.

Now being taught by the teacher like this, he can only admit his mistake sincerely, saying that he must have read the memorial and the booklet brought by Mr. carefully.

Tired of cursing, Ji Yuan shook his head and said, "This old man only brought you the first article. If you really want to, you can find the rest and read them carefully! Don't be fooled by the officials in the palace." The situation is confusing, if you really want to see clearly, go out and take a good look."

"This is the end of the old man's words. If you are still obsessed with your obsession, the old man will resign and go back to hiding, and never set foot in the capital again!" After speaking, he turned and led Tang Ke out.

Zhu Changcun looked at Ji Yuan's back, "Sir, Changcun can help you arrange a chariot to take you out of the palace?"

Ji Yuan said "no need" without turning his head, thinking that instead of sitting in the chariot of a foolish student like himself, it would be better to continue to be thrown back by Xiao Ke, the little bastard.

A few days ago, under the leadership of Song Ren, Geng Xiaobo went to Chanyizong, met Zhu Wenzhen, knelt in front of Zhu Wenzhen and wept, saying that he deserved to die for not protecting the prince well.

Zhu Wenzhen never blamed him, helped him up, and led him to see Xian Yu.

Geng Xiaobo knew about Xian Yu.

Xian Yu's kung fu is top-notch, and most importantly, he has the reputation of No. 1 teacher in the Jianghu. The students he teaches are all famous figures in the Jianghu.

Over the years, Geng Xiaobo has two goals in life, one is to protect the prince well, and the other is to practice kung fu well.

So when he saw Xian Yu, Geng Xiaobo seemed to have seen the martial arts cheats of Ben, and whenever he had the opportunity, he begged Xian Yu to accept him as his apprentice.

Zhu Wenzhen has always liked to watch operas, and when he learned about this, he no longer stayed alone in Tang Ke's small house to write music scores, but sat in the small bamboo forest outside Xianyu's courtyard all day long, watching Geng Xiaobo chasing steak like a dog As if clinging to Xian Yu's begging appearance, he smiled and bent his eyebrows.

Tang Ke is Xian Yu's closed disciple and also Xian Yu's most proud disciple. In order to keep his good name, Xian Yu bites Geng Xiaobo to death.

It can be seen that Geng Xiaobo is a good young man who practiced martial arts, and Xian Yu was a little itchy, so when Geng Xiaobo was routinely seeking his master and worshiping skills every day, he said with a sullen face: "It is impossible to accept apprentices, It is impossible for me to break the rules I set myself. I will practice swords in this bamboo forest every morning and evening. I see that you two live on my mountain all day and have a lot of time. If you are really busy, come to my small bamboo forest to see me. Practice swords and open your eyes."

Hearing these words, Geng Xiaobo seemed to have received the signal of apprenticeship, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Xian Yu, so frightened that Xian Yu slammed the door and entered the room without saying a word.

In the next two days, Geng Xiaobo led Zhu Wenzhen to watch Xian Yu practice sword on time.

Geng Xiaobo seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He never knew that swords could be used in this way, so he learned it with great care.

Xian Yu saw his hard work and progress, and was extremely pleased in his heart. Occasionally, he couldn't help but raise his hand to guide his mistakes and omissions in posture.

It's just that when he was instructing, Xian Yu occasionally caught a glimpse of Zhu Wenzhen's knife-holding posture, who was playing with him, and felt that it was very superior. In order to prevent himself from fainting on the spot, he tried his best not to glance at the little figure next to him. .

Zhu Wenzhen was treated coldly by Xian Yu, but he was not annoyed, he still held the knife in both hands, imitating Xian Yu's appearance and laying across in front of him, making a gesture to strike out.

Before he could send out the handle of the knife, his hands were suddenly covered by a pair of callused palms.

Tang Ke came behind Zhu Wenzhen at some point, and put his arms around him in front of him, their heads touching each other. Tang Ke's hot breath slapped Zhu Wenzhen's ears, making it itchy.

Tang Ke's hands were warm and strong, and he helped Zhu Wenzhen correct the posture of holding the knife. When he slashed the knife, the blade was wrapped in internal force, and brought out a breeze, which lifted the corners of Geng Xiaobo and Xian Yu's clothes not far away, attracting two people. Everyone turned their heads to look over.

Zhu Wenzhen's face was hot, and he wanted to pull back his hand, but he couldn't break free, "Uncle Xian and Xiao Bo are watching, let go."

Tang Ke replied frankly: "What are you afraid of? My master teaches Xiaobo, and I will teach you. I promise to teach you better than my master."

Xian Yu looked at the tired and crooked looks of the two, and suddenly felt that his chest was tightly congested. He took Geng Xiaobo's collar and walked towards the yard, "Let's go, let's go to the roof. The atmosphere of martial arts training here is really bad."

Watching the two walk away, Tang Ke turned his head and kissed Zhu Wenzhen's red cheek lightly, "Xiang'er, will you follow me into the palace tomorrow? Go and see for yourself how the prince ended up dead."