Taiping Inn

Yan Feiqing casually shook out a sword flower. To the laymen in the lower three realms, it was very beautiful; to the experts in the upper three realms, it was very skilled. To the half-baked people in the middle three realms, it was just a showpiece and could not withstand a single blow.

In Fang Zhu's opinion, this young master's swordsmanship was full of flaws and loopholes. He only needed to chop it with a knife to knock the long sword in the hand of this young master Su away.

He thought so and did so, so he chopped it directly.

Yan Feiqing dodged sideways.

Fang Zhu was slightly surprised. One knife was ineffective, and he made another knife, but Yan Feiqing used a clever force to gently remove it.

In a blink of an eye, Fang Zhu had already attacked more than ten moves, but he could not hurt Yan Feiqing at all.

Yan Feiqing did not use the sword technique of the Zhengyi Sect that he was familiar with and good at, but the ordinary sword technique of the Cihang Sect. However, his realm was extremely high, and his vision and pattern were extraordinary. Although he used only the ordinary sword technique of the Cihang Sect, the power generated by the sword was very different from that of ordinary people. Fang Zhu repeatedly urged the sword force, but he could not attack him.

Seeing Yan Feiqing use the sword like this, the onlookers naturally knew that he was extraordinary. Zhao Qingyu's face was not very good.

Fang Zhu knew what his master's face was now without looking, and he became more and more anxious in his heart, so the sword force in his hand became more and more fierce. Yan Feiqing just casually waved his sword moves and blocked Fang Zhu's attacking moves one by one. He was no longer bound by the fixed moves of the sword technique. If he fought back, even if he did not rely on the realm of cultivation, he could force Fang Zhu to abandon the sword and admit defeat. He just didn't want to be too shocking. Seeing the flaws in Fang Zhu's sword technique, he never attacked.

Fang Zhu gradually became aware of it, and used all his energy to bring out what he had learned throughout his life to the fullest. Each move was an offensive move, and he no longer cared whether there were any flaws in his swordsmanship. In this way, the power of his swordsmanship was more than doubled.

The onlookers saw that Fang Zhu's swordsmanship was fierce, and he seemed to have taken advantage of it, but he could not hurt Yan Feiqing; they also saw that Yan Feiqing sometimes had moves and sometimes did not. When he had moves, the rules were strict and there were no flaws, just like a master; when he had no moves, the long sword seemed to be randomly parrying, but it was very clever, and he easily resolved Fang Zhu's clever offensive, which was already a master's demeanor; the two of them were waiting to see who was better.

Fang Zhu was in a hurry, and he shouted loudly, and he drew his sword with both hands, and Zhonggong rushed forward.

Yan Feiqing lightly placed the long sword in his hand on the back of Fang Zhu's sword, and then pressed hard.

Fang Zhu almost lost control of the sword in his hand. It was extremely difficult for him to continue to strike. Even the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Yan Feiqing stuck and pushed again, but he used the mysterious "Wuji Jin" of Shenxiao Sect.

Fang Zhu's body swayed and he almost stumbled and fell. He took a few steps back and stood up, panting and leaning on the sword.

Yan Feiqing chuckled and threw the sword casually. The long sword flew into the scabbard in the hand of the female swordsman.

This scene made Zhao Qingyu's face change slightly. He was not the kind of hopeless fool. He knew that this Mr. Su had real talents and knowledge. If Fang Zhu couldn't take him down, he would fall down today.

Thinking of this, he had the idea of ​​retreating.

But there is no such good thing in the world. If you want to run away after pretending, you have to ask others if they agree.

Just as Zhao Qingyu was about to walk out, Yan Feiqing put two fingers on his shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

The Third Young Master Zhao said angrily: "Young Master Su, what do you mean? You won the bet, can't I leave?"

Yan Feiqing smiled faintly and said: "It seems that someone else is coming."

As he spoke, a group of people came to the mountain road outside the teahouse. The leader was a man who looked about 50 years old. He was wearing a dark blue suit. He had the elegance of a scholarly family and the majesty of a powerful person. A thin-looking white-haired old man followed him. Although he was not wearing a weapon, he should be a guard.

In addition, there were eight people around, roughly keeping a distance of ten to fifteen steps from the leading man, forming a formation to protect the man in the middle. Looking at these people walking with steady steps, their aura was contained but not revealed, their eyes were as bright as lightning, and their breathing was faintly in harmony with the surrounding heaven and earth. It can be seen that they are undoubtedly masters, at least in the innate realm.

When Zhao Qingyu saw the leading man, he immediately revealed a complex look of three parts of closeness, three parts of respectfulness, three parts of fear, and one part of difficulty.

The palace official said in a voice transmission: "If my guess is correct, this is the governor of Jingchu, Zhao Lianggeng. I didn't expect that the enemy would have a narrow road. We just wanted to avoid the people of the governor's mansion, but we met him here."

In today's world, some people have a big name, but not many people know what he looks like, just like everyone knows the emperor, but how many people know what the emperor looks like? It is also the case in the martial arts world. No matter if you are a great heavenly master or a great swordsman, few people have seen you, and even the disciples of the sect may not be able to see you. Therefore, in many cases, we can only rely on the attire and well-known features to guess, which is why Li Xuandu and his group disguised themselves.

At this time, the palace officials also speculated the origin of the visitor through Zhao Qingyu's reaction, which should be almost correct.

At this time, Zhao Qingyu had put on a respectful face, walked out of the teahouse, bowed and greeted him, and called him "Father."

The visitor was indeed Zhao Lianggeng.

Zhao Lianggeng glanced at the situation in the teahouse. Because of the fights, many tables and chairs in the teahouse had been broken, and it was a mess. In addition, there was Li Xuandu lying on the ground, the palace official with tears in his eyes, and the perfect couple Yan Feiqing and Su Yun'an. Zhao Lianggeng didn't need to ask, he already knew what was going on. It was nothing more than the same play of molesting a decent girl.

Zhao Lianggeng was also a famous official of Neo-Confucianism in his early years. No matter how much Confucian righteousness is left now, he still has to save face. Zhao Qingyu's behavior is undoubtedly a disgrace to the family. He frowned and said, "Qingyu."

Zhao Qingyu was no longer calm and composed at this time. Instead, he was a little terrified and said softly, "Father, the servants of this family were rude first. The child just taught them a lesson, but these people relied on their martial arts and not only refused to apologize, but also injured the seventh brother."

Zhao Lianggeng was able to sit in the position of Governor of Jingchu. Naturally, he was not a person who was easy to deceive. He was also familiar with his son's character and asked, "How did they treat you rudely?"

Zhao Qingyu was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said, "They were...disrespectful in their words."

Zhao Lianggeng said nothing, just looked at his son.

Under his father's gaze, Zhao Qingyu felt like a thorn in his back, and even his breathing became heavier. His head, which was already lowered, lowered even deeper.

Seeing this, the palace official sent a message to Li Xuandu: "Just now, I saw him pointing out the country's energy, and I thought he was a person who looked down on others, but he became cowardly when he saw his father. If he could be a little tough in front of his father, even if he was arrogant and ignorant, I would still consider him a person of character, but now it seems that he is just a playboy who can only boast."

Li Xuandu also sent a message: "If today's matter is not handled properly, I am afraid that all our disguises will be in vain."

The palace official turned his body slightly, turned his back to the door, and then made a "cross-cut" gesture on his neck.

Li Xuandu fell into deep thought. Now the court was in turmoil. Several governors-general divided the power of the court, but they were also the pillars supporting the court. Now the governor of Jiangnan has fallen. If another governor of Jingchu falls, how should the Northwest Zhou and Qingyang Sect take the opportunity to start a rebellion?

Although Zhao Lianggeng and Xu Wugui were involved in many things, they were just using each other to gain the skin of a tiger. If Zhao Lianggeng was assassinated here today, no one could replace him, causing chaos in Jingchu. It would be a blessing or a curse.

Besides, just looking at Zhao Lianggeng's formation, it was not easy to assassinate him. Moreover, this was still in Jingzhou. If Zhao Lianggeng was assassinated here, it would be a big mess. I'm afraid he would be stuck in a quagmire.

So Li Xuan shook his head.

The palace official didn't force it, but just said, "I'm afraid that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. We want to live in peace, but they still want to make trouble."

At this moment, the silent Zhao Lianggeng suddenly smiled and said, "I don't think you dare to do anything that will humiliate the family tradition, otherwise I will definitely punish you according to the family law."

Then he turned to look at Yan Feiqing: "This young master, if my son is rude, I hope you will forgive me."