The king will never go to court

Chapter 208 Chapter 207: Alcohol kills

In the end, the seventeen guards of Prince Wu's Mansion jointly used all the skills they had learned, only to make Huo Long'er's real dragon body take half a step back.

And these 17 people have reached the point of exhaustion, and Huo Long'er is also a little embarrassed, and the fiery red dress has been cut in several places by the sword energy.

By the Crescent Lake, the azure blue robe fluttered in the breeze. Xie Wufeng sat cross-legged on the boulder, with his back to the 18 people behind him.

"How does it feel?"

"Master, I won!" Huo Long'er replied very happily, completely ignoring his embarrassment at the moment.

Xie Wufeng opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to take a look at Huo Longer's appearance, and sighed, "Change your clothes before going back."

"Oh"

Huo Long'er was very happy without being scolded. Although he didn't get the master's praise, he was still in a good mood.

Compared with Huo Long'er's unruly behavior, Lu Zhongliang and other 17 people were downcast and had no vitality.

"Isn't it normal to fail?" Xie Wufeng said calmly, without any tone of blame.

Everyone looked at King Wu's tall and straight back, and although they received a word of relief, they still had gloomy and gloomy faces.

"My lord, we knew we were wrong."

"Know what's wrong?" King Wu smiled without any expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"We did not complete your account."

Lu Zhongliang knelt on the ground directly, pressing his forehead to the ground tightly, and the rest of the royal guards behind him also knelt on the ground.

Xie Wufeng shook his head indifferently, flung out a wave of energy from his robe, helped everyone up from the ground, and said in a cold voice, "I don't have so many rules here, so don't just kneel down and plead guilty in the future."

"This"

Lu Zhongliang and the others didn't know how to reply for a while.

In the Qian Kingdom, the etiquette system can never be abolished, although these warriors who are subordinates have already embarked on the journey of martial arts.But it still needs to be supported by the dynasty, and the superiority and inferiority of the upper and lower levels have never been forgotten.

"Those cumbersome red tapes should not be used in the palace anymore, remember!"

Xie Wufeng's voice became a little cold, and everyone suddenly realized that the prince was not angry with them, but just didn't like these cumbersome red tapes.

"As ordered!"

17 The people were about to kneel down again to salute, but just as they bent their knees, they felt that something was wrong, so they hurriedly stood up, only bowing slightly.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Xie Wufeng returned to the subject, although his back was facing everyone, he could still sense the changes in everyone's aura.

Lu Zhongliang took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and replied, "My lord, although we have learned all the ideas you gave, we still can't comprehend the true meaning. When confronting Miss Long, I always feel that I'm not close enough."

"exactly!"

The other sixteen royal guards also nodded one after another, pushing Lu Zhongliang to the front.

"A short line?"

Xie Wufeng laughed out loud, "Do you feel that you can always score another point, but you are looking for nothing?"

"Exactly, we have studied all the exercises of the various sects, and even tried to integrate some of them, hoping to surpass the previous exercises. But in the face of the dragon girl's real dragon fire, we still have nothing to do. There is no power to fight back."

"You mean that Huo Long'er didn't put in all his strength just now?"

Xie Wufeng folded his hands up and down, put them on his legs, and carefully recalled the battle situation just now.

"It seems that you are just getting a glimpse of the method, and you have not grasped the true meaning of the experience."

Xie Wufeng stretched out his right hand, between the five fingers, the exercises of various sects flowed back and forth without any stagnation.

The golden light of Jinding Pavilion for body protection, the sword energy of Qishamen, the colorful streamer of Miaoyinfang and the moonlight of Huafang Pavilion, etc., flowed continuously in the palm of Xie Wufeng, and they were perfectly integrated.

"The exercises all have different paths to the same goal. The most fundamental reason is that they all come from the source of this world, that is, the vitality of the world. You need to keep trying on your own. Their exercises are different, but the source is the same."

The 17 people heard it very awkwardly. In their cognition, warriors devour the vitality of the world and continuously strengthen themselves, so as to mobilize their vitality, and then evolve more wonderful and powerful exercises and special skills.

Only then did the well-known emperor-level, holy-level, emperor-level, and heavenly-level exercises with different powers come into being.

If according to Xie Wufeng's explanation, the exercises can be integrated, then wouldn't there be no such distinctions.

"Maybe you still don't understand it now. When you reach the Heavenly Human Realm, or above the Heavenly Human Realm, you can slowly understand the mystery hidden in it."

"Thank you, my lord!"

Although Lu Zhongliang and the others still didn't quite understand the deep meaning of what their lord said, they all nodded and said "yes" with the belief that the lord would not hurt them.

"Go down first. There are many guests outside the gate of the house."

"Yes, my lord." Lu Zhongliang led everyone down. On the way back, the 17 people heaved a sigh of relief. The lord didn't punish them severely. Although he was a little disappointed, he was also a little lucky.

However, Lu Zhongliang, who was walking in the front, frowned slightly. He had already seen the glimmer of hope, but he couldn't grasp the key point, which made him very troubled.

When the crowd receded, Xie Wufeng's figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

Some people began to open the door of the house to welcome visitors after washing up, and some people made arrangements for the reception.

Crescent Lake, without a trace.

In an eye-catching effort, Xie Wufeng in a blue robe appeared in a dilapidated wine stall a dozen streets outside the palace.

There were three old men sitting in the window under the banner, one was dressed in brocade clothes, and the robes of the two were in tatters.

Looking at the sake in the bowl shaking for a while, the thin old man could no longer see any image from the reflection of the sake in his eyes.

The old man on the opposite side tapped lightly on the table and reminded, "Don't look, the Lord has arrived."

The old man in a gorgeous robe smiled warmly, "How did my little friend discover us three old men?"

Xie Wufeng went straight to the wine stall, sat on another table, and called out, "Little Er, have a cup of tea."

"Okay, sir."

A servant in coarse clothes was carrying a pot of tea, and directly turned over a large porcelain bowl that had been turned upside down on the wooden table, and filled a bowl of herbal tea.

"The guest officer really came to the right place. Our herbal tea is the best to relieve the heat."

Xie Wufeng directly picked up the big bowl, took a big gulp, and nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, it really quenches your thirst. I don't know how the heat of the three of you is relieved?"

"Little friend, is this going to drive people away?"

The old man with a wooden hairpin stuck in his head narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp chill appeared on his face.

"Hurry up?" Xie Wufeng shook his head, "You have evil thoughts in your heart."

"The little friend intends to get rid of evil thoughts?" The thin old man drank the bottomless bowl of sake, turned his head, and a terrifying breath rushed out of the broken bowl.

The original broken bowl was full of hostility at this moment, completely overturning the entire small wine stall.

But when this terrifying hostility rushed to the wooden table where Xie Wufeng was, it disappeared without a sound. The fierce hostility was gently "stroked" like a docile lamb

With a wave of Xie Wufeng's hand, the hostility was blown back, and he fell back into the broken bowl.

The thin old man glanced at the young Xie Wufeng in disbelief, and then looked down again. The small broken bowl beside him was already full of cracks.

The only remaining trace of sake flowed to the dilapidated wooden table through the cracks.

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