In Jiangning City, beside the Qinhuai River, a tall woman was exchanging martial arts with a young man. It was better to say that it was a woman trying to sharpen the young man's sword skills.

Although the young man had a good sword, he did not have any advanced sword skills. After dozens of moves, he only picked three tricks.

The woman suddenly withdrew the sword and said, "You kid take it as good as your luck, and you can actually get the recognition of this sword."

The boy shook his head: "Since the master gave it to me, I have nurtured it with my true energy for six years before I can control it."

Not many people knew the Chixiao Sword, but Fang Baihua happened to be one of them. After hearing the boy's words, he said coldly: "People are also swords, and swords are also swords. If they are not recognized by it, can you control it?" He shouted softly, and the sword flashed on his waist, stabbing the boy on his own.

The young man understood and calmed down. The long sword in his hand also came out and hit the woman's sword.

With just a "bang", the young man's sword was knocked away by the side, while the woman's sword hung in the middle of the young man's eyebrows.

The woman chuckled and said, "But although the sword is powerful, you can't exert one of its power."

The boy was not convinced and said excitedly: "Sister Baihua, why not compare the skills of fist and foot."

The woman naturally understood the boy's mind, but she was not afraid at all. She took the sword back to her waist and took the lead in punching the boy.

Seeing that his fist was fierce, the young man slightly avoided it, and then punched the woman with his right hand, but suddenly saw the cold smile on the corner of the woman's mouth. The young man knew something was wrong, so he lowered his head and saw the woman's slender thighs hitting her knees. He quickly used his skills and moved backwards, and the woman's knees passed by.

The boy was still scared and sweated coldly. This woman was not only good at swordsmanship, but also her fist and foot skills were so fierce.

But the woman whispered: "Five-step plum blossom stake?"

The boy was stunned when he heard this, nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Yes, not."

The woman was puzzled and looked at the boy meaningfully.

The young man explained: "My body is called "Four-way" and "Five-step plum blossom stake" in Wudang, "Two" and "Emei's legs are stretched and retracted, "Three is like Shaolin gecko's wall-walking skills, and "Four-way" in the Western Regions, "The Nine Turns of Flowing Clouds."

The woman was quite surprised and said, "Is your master Zhou Tong?"

The boy nodded.

"No wonder. But you are far inferior to him." The woman said lightly.

The boy lowered his head, but could not refute it, and said, "Sister Baihua, I said I was teaching me sword skills, why did I talk about my body skills?"

When the woman heard this, she stopped quarreling with him. She drew out her sword and waved her hand. A clear shadow poured out. However, she suffered from the sycamore tree beside her, and the fallen leaves were swept away.

The boy also restrained his mind and watched the woman's demonstration seriously.

The woman only taught the will of the gods without passing on the moves, and danced on her own. In the blink of an eye, the sword shadows scurried, fast but not chaotic. It seemed like a sword dancing from afar, but when she got close, she realized how fierce the energy of the whole body was.

But the woman stopped suddenly, and the sword energy on her side disappeared instantly. With a light lift, the sword energy in the sky burst out again, and the wind and clouds were surging wherever the sword pointed.

Seeing the young man was fascinated and had many insights. Suddenly, a thought moved, Chi Xiao was in his hand and waved it a few times, but it was also the sword energy that flew. Unlike the past forcing the energy to draw the energy, he followed the example. The sword energy was activated by the sword intent, freely painting as he wanted, and retracted and released freely.

As she kept waving, the young man also had a sixty or seventy-seven-six-six-six-six-six-sex appearance in the previous one. However, unlike the girl's blue sword energy, the young man was surrounded by red lights, and it was staggered, which was quite impressive.

Fang Baihua nodded secretly when she looked at her. This kid does have a sense of understanding, otherwise Zhou Tong would not be able to be favored. People are also sword-like, and sword-like sword-like people are also common. If humans and sword-like swords are not connected, sword energy and sword intent will be much less.

Suddenly, two or three applause came from behind Xu Ziling, and a slightly green voice was heard saying, "Young man is good at martial arts, so why not follow me and promise you a lifetime of prosperity and prosperity."

When Xu Ziling heard this, he put his sword in the sheath. When he turned around, he saw a handsome young man with a twelve or three years old looking at him with a smile. The young man was wearing an exquisite brocade robe and a jade pendant hanging on his waist. There was a 150-year-old man behind him, wearing a bird-patterned robe, which seemed to be an important official in the government. There were several people behind him, all dressed in guards.

Knowing the true intentions in the young man's eyes, Xu Ziling shook his head and refused, "Thank you for your kindness. I have something to do, so it's not convenient to follow you."

The young man saw Xu Ziling's face clearly, his eyes were a little dazed, but he heard the old man behind him shouting: "Do you know who this young man is? He is the prince of Guangping, the current prince. If you look down on you, a martial artist in the world, it has been a blessing you have cultivated for hundreds of years. How dare you refuse?"

The young man just looked at Xu Ziling and said, "Don't be upset, Lord Wang, I hit it off at first sight, just want to make friends with him. I was just a joke before."

Xu Ziling knew his youthful identity, but was not afraid. Seeing that he was interested in making friends, he spoke, "Xu Ziling is just a wild man in the world. It is naturally a great honor to be appreciated by the Prince of Guangping."

The young man still smiled: "The title of Prince Guangping is really ugly. When I first saw you, I felt very kind. It was not as good as my brothers. My surname was Zhao and my name was Gou. Just call me Deji, and I will call you Brother Xu. How about it?"

After listening to the boy's words, the old man behind the boy was about to speak, but he saw the boy suddenly turn around, raise his eyebrows and glar at him fiercely, and then he kept silent. When the boy turned his head again, he smiled again.

Xu Ziling was also extremely surprised. He was sure that he had never met the young Prince of Guangping, and had no relationship. He did not dare to accept this kind of attentiveness at will.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the boy still smiled and said, "Brother Xu, don't care about my identity as a prince. Just treat me as a young scholar in the world. I have no desire for you, just want to be a brother in the world."

Although Xu Ziling was inexplicably surprised, he saw that the young man looked sincere and his words were friendly, but he no longer refused: "Okay, I have been alone since childhood, and it's good to recognize a younger brother."

"snort!"

I heard a cold snorting, but Fang Baihua, who had been silent for a long time, was heard.

The young prince didn't care about her rudeness and smiled and said, "What's the dissatisfaction with this big sister? Let's talk about it, I'll solve it for my sister one by one."

But Fang Baihua just glanced at him, waved her sleeves, and turned around and left.

The young man was not angry, and turned to look at Xu Ziling: "Brother Xu might as well go back home with me and let me treat you well."

Xu Ziling was very proud of his skills and was not afraid of fraud, so he nodded and agreed.

The nominal fief of the young prince is Guangping in Hebei. However, this is just a form of granting titles and salaries by the royal family. It only takes taxes and does not have real power and does not need to station its fiefs. Moreover, underage princes usually live in the palace and will not move outside the palace until they perform the coming-of-age ceremony.

Therefore, the young prince did not have a mansion in Jiangning Mansion, but just lived temporarily in the royal villa built by the local government.

After a long time, at the dining table, Xu Ziling saliva was pouring on her mouth as she looked at the dazzling delicacies in front of her.

Zhao Gou looked at his eyes and smiled and said, "If Brother Xu wants to eat delicious food, he can come to this mansion at any time. I will say hello to the kitchen later, so that they will see you as if they see me in the future."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziling thanked: "My brother has appreciated Deji's kindness, but I can't eat much alone, so there is no need to waste many ingredients."

Zhao Gou smiled and shook his head, not saying anything more.

While having a meal, Zhao Gou looked at the old man who was having dinner with him and introduced to Xu Ziling: "I haven't introduced to Brother Xu yet. This is Wang Jun, the governor of Jiangning Prefecture. If my younger brother is not in Jiangning in the future, Brother Xu will just tell him if he has something to do."

Xu Ziling, who was eating voraciously, was quite surprised. He thought that the old man was just a small official, but he never thought that he would be the prefect of Jiangning. So he put down his bowls and chopsticks and bowed to the old man: "Then I will take care of you from now on."

Seeing that Xu Ziling was quite polite, the old man felt much less dissatisfied with him and replied, "Since your highness has spoken, the old minister will definitely take care of you."

Seeing the two of them, Zhao Gou laughed and picked up the dishes and continued to eat.

...

After leaving the villa, Xu Ziling was a little confused and inexplicably recognized Zhao Gou as his brother. He also had a meal with him in the mansion and even met Wang Jun, the governor of Jiangning Prefecture.

During this period, he also talked a lot with Zhao Gou and introduced his life experience, but did not mention the master's name and some ulterior motives. If Zhao Gou knew that he was plotting to rob his father's Hua Shi Gang, I wonder what he thought.

After Zhao Gou's persistent questioning, Xu Ziling told him some trivial matters about traveling in the world over the past month. Although it was boring, Zhao Gou listened carefully, not as if he was concerned about those stories, but just wanted to listen to Xu Ziling.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, Xu Ziling walked towards the previous stronghold. On the way back, Xu Ziling suddenly remembered Fang Baihua's turn and leave, but he was puzzled. Could it be that Fang Baihua misunderstood him and thought he was the one who was entreating power and noble, so he didn't care. He went back and asked to find out.

In the garden of the villa, after Xu Ziling left, Zhao Gou sat on a small chair, looking at the starry sky with a slight look, his eyes drifting, and he was a little dazed.

The old man next to him finally expressed his question: "Why does Your Highness treat that young man so well?"

The boy withdrew his gaze and glanced at the old man coldly.
Chapter completed!