The Zongheng faction can be said to be the most mysterious one in the world, and Zhao Tuo doesn't know much about it, most of them are still from word of mouth.

It is said that each generation of the vertical and horizontal faction has only one vertical and one horizontal two disciples, and the two people learn to be very different, one person learns "things are strong and attack the weak", and the other person is "weak to break the strong", even the martial arts are diametrically opposite, the sword technique of learning vertical is domineering, pay attention to the big opening and closing. The one who learns is the sword qi and is known for his ingenuity. However, these two people have one thing in common, they can enter the Zongheng Gate, and after completing their studies, they are not a big man who moves one side, and some people even say: The children of Zongheng are born, and the world is surging.

Zhao Tuo naturally doesn't believe that there is really such a mystery as the world says, but he also knows that those who can be praised by the world like this must not be a person who does nothing, and it is naturally a great thing for Zhao Qi to enter the Zongheng Gate, but Zhao Tuo heard that there is a secret story in the Zongheng School: The two disciples of each generation of the Zongheng School respect each other when they are under the door, but after they are born, they turn against each other, and they are the kind that never dies, such as Zhang Yi and Su Qin. Zhao Tuo guessed that this was probably far from what the two had learned, but for Zhao Tuo, it didn't matter if the other people lived or died.

The Marquis of Bengbu glanced at the little marquis who was not listening to him and Wang Chan at all, and sighed faintly, now he is more concerned about whether Zhao Qi can beat the white-haired boy after he is born, but don't be given a sword by the young master named Wei Yan as soon as he leaves the mountain gate.

The most troublesome thing for Zhao Tuo is not this, what he is most worried about is that even if Wang Chan's seniors are willing to accept him as an apprentice, whether this kid is willing to go is still two different things.

The ancients said: Knowing the son is Mo Ruo's father, the truth is really as Zhao Tuo expected, but the situation seems to be more embarrassing than imagined, today the little marquis is not making trouble, quiet like a pool of stagnant water, deaf to the questions of Zhao Tuo and Wang Chan's predecessors.

The Marquis of Bengbu, who was famous in the North, was squatting at the feet of the young man who was wandering in the sky at this time, and begged his own biggest gentleman in the Northland with a smile on his face: "Son, you are talented and intelligent, everyone says that you are a martial arts wizard, you can't bury this bone, now your Uncle Chen's stupid sons are about to catch up with you, you said that if you don't practice martial arts well, will you be beaten down by a fool in the future?"

"Son, when you return from school, my father will get you an official, wear a black armor, ride a five-flowered horse, and crisscross the battlefield in our northland, and go to Huohuo wherever you want, think about whether it is majestic?"

The little marquis turned a deaf ear and picked his nose by himself.

"Qi'er, don't you like beautiful sisters? Let me tell you, the sisters of the Zongheng faction are all good-looking, and their bodies are all first-class, you will be able to feast your eyes if you go, Wang senior, don't you say? Zhao Tuo quietly stabbed the old man of the Zongheng faction who was standing beside him with his elbow.

Wang Chan was full of black lines, and he just squeezed out a smile and nodded yes. It's shameful enough to accept the apprentice to receive this job, if it is known to his junior brother who has not dealt with him since he left the school, I am afraid that he will not be able to laugh off his big teeth.

But even if this Hou Ye, who was in the north, said that his mouth was dry, the son of the Zhao family still didn't react. Probably annoyed by what his father said, Zhao Qi leaned back on the chair in a different direction, and temporarily let out a loud fart.

Hou Ye stood up angrily and raised his hand to fight, but he raised his arm and stalemate for a while, and he still gave up. He can be regarded as an old man, and he is obedient to this son, and he really can't beat him.

Hou Ye sighed, turned around and looked at the old man, turned his back and shook his head: "Senior, you have also seen that my son is this virtue, in fact, I also understand it in my heart, he behaves like this, most likely because he is afraid of hardship."

Wang Chan didn't rush to make up his mind, and after thinking about it, he said to Zhao Tuo: "Hou Ye, can you let the old man talk to the little Hou Ye alone?"

Zhao Tuo was a little stunned, could it be that he couldn't help this son, the old-timers surnamed Wang had a way? After being stunned for a while, seeing that the old-timer's face was as usual, he nodded and agreed, and then dismissed the maid who served tea and poured water, and followed him out.

After Zhao Tuo closed the door and left, Wang Chan was not in a hurry to talk to the little marquis, but sat slowly on the side, silent for a long time, and then said something unpredictable: "The little marquis's acting skills are quite good, and he almost deceived the old man."

Hearing this, Zhao Qi's legs shook for a moment, his face froze, and then he immediately returned to his lazy state, and looked at the old man with a smile: "Why did my husband say this?"

The old man smiled and said: "The little marquis can deceive others, but he can't deceive me, before coming here, the old man naturally understands the little marquis, if the little marquis is really just a rich man who bullies men and women in the northland, then the old man will not come."

Zhao Qi straightened up, held his chin and showed a cynical smile, looking at the old man's eyes a little playful, he couldn't understand whether the old man was testing or really relying on it, so he asked, "How do you say this?"

"Reject what the old man heard, the little marquis was talented before the age of twelve, and he was outstanding among the young generation of the farmer, and he steadily suppressed others, and he entered the category of masters at the age of twelve, but after the age of twelve, the little marquis seemed to have changed as a person, full of the breath of the upper and lower bodies, although the strength has also improved, but it is not as good as a year, even so, it is still a line higher than the young people of the same generation, and the little marquis is more unscrupulous, among them, I am afraid that there is a secret that others do not know, right?"

Wang Chan's face did not change, and he looked at the little marquis quietly.

Zhao Qi didn't speak for a long time with his mouth open, Wang Chan, the old man, said nothing bad, he is indeed a genius who has not been born in a peasant family for a hundred years, he was not familiar with personnel when he was a child, whether it was reading and reading or practicing martial arts and swords, he was very diligent.

As he grew older, he slowly began to understand some human feelings, and he had never paid attention to the eyes of his uncles with different surnames before, and the more he grew up, the more he felt that the uncles looked at him with bad intentions.

Until he was twelve years old, when he went out alone to practice knives, he happened to meet the master of the Xu family who called his father a brother, that is, Xu Hu, who Zhao Qi had called his uncle for ten years.

At first, he was nothing unusual, but when he learned that Zhao Qi came out alone, Xu Hu actually had evil intentions and killed Zhao Qi.

How terrifying is Xu Hu's strength? That's a few points stronger than Zhao Tuodu, if it weren't for the fact that the Zhao family has a super-first-class master, the Xu family would be the head of the five veins of the stable farmer.

However, under Xu Hu's terrifying offensive, Zhao Qi was still able to resist a few knives, and the dead man who Zhao Tuo arranged for Xiao Hou Ye to make a move at that time made a move, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no more Zhao Qi in the world today.

After hearing the sound, the guards of the Zhao Mansion rushed over, and Xu Hu knew that he had no chance to kill Zhao Qi, so he lied that he was helping Zhao Qi practice his sword, and Zhao Qi was born after he died, and he actually entered the category of a master in one fell swoop, which just gave Xu Hu's lie a basis and made Zhao Qi speechless.

Zhao Qi is not stupid, and soon figured out why this uncle wanted to make a move on him, if he, the only seedling of the Zhao family who was regarded as a genius by the farmer, died in Huangquan, and the Zhao family had no successor, the Xu family would be able to sit firmly at the head of the five veins.

Since then, Zhao Qi has been like a different person, he deliberately indulged himself, pretending to be a gentleman, but he put a talisman on himself, jealousy makes people hate, even after that incident, his father still believes in Xu Hu's words, in order to protect himself, Zhao Qi had to discard his proud talent, the little son of the Xu family did not exceed him for a day, and he did not dare to emerge for a day. This made the first genius of the farmer's hundred years covered with dust like this, how could he not see people aggrieved?

In the lobby of the Zhao Mansion, the Zhao family's little marquis was sad, Wang Chan just stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word, he knew that what he said hit the heart of the little marquis.

Wang Chan's cold-faced apprentice didn't say a word from beginning to end, and the needles in the room could be heard.

Zhao Qi lowered his head and pretended to be calm, but his slightly trembling body betrayed him, he hadn't had this emotion for many years, and since the moment he decided to waste his bones, the smile on his face would always be a smile.

In fact, he hates to laugh, and who knows what kind of mind his swinger brother has under his skin? He hates the omnipotent father even more, he has been afraid to make himself look like a gentleman for so many years, and his father actually has not the slightest doubt. The more Zhao Tuo was obedient to him, the more Zhao Qi felt that he was incompetent.

The little marquis clenched his fists, breathed a long sigh of relief, looked up at the old-timers of the Zongheng faction, knelt down in front of the old man, slammed his head on the ground, and shouted: "Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship!"

Tears rained down!

……

A few days later.

Under the gate of Bengbu City, a carriage slowly left the city, and a young man with white hair like snow rode a tall horse in front of the carriage.

On the carriage sat an old man with gray hair, and beside the old man was a richly dressed little marquis.

Wang Chan and Wei Yan didn't stay in the Hou Mansion for a short time, presumably because there were not many cheats in the library that were useful for second-rate masters like Wei Yan. Hou Ye was unprecedented, and with a wave of his hand, he gave those few eye-catching knife books to Zhao Qi's cheap senior brother.

The little marquis has never asked about these, he likes to make swords, and the sword book on the library has been read four or five years ago, and he has no interest in the sword book and boxing techniques.

Thinking that if it weren't for the decadence of these years, he would still have flipped through the swordsmanship cheats over and over again.

Zhao Qi can also be regarded as having figured it out, this long trip, not into the category of first-class masters, he will never plan to come back, if he comes back or is still afraid of Xu Hu's smiling tiger, then what is the point of this trip?

"Brother Zhao, wait for me!"

A man's shout came from behind him, and a young man in a green shirt stretched out his hand and quickly chased out of the city gate.

Zhao Qi lifted the curtain to reveal half of his head, and squeezed out a smile when he saw the young man.

It was the little son of the Wu family who caught up, and behind him was another one in coarse cloth clothes was the only seedling of the Chen family, both of whom were Zhao Qi's friends from childhood to adulthood.

Zhao Qi glanced at the city, and didn't plan to stay, but shouted to the two people who were rushing over: "Wu Kuang, you and Chen Shi practice swords well, and when I come back, we will scourge the north together!"

With that, retract your head back into the carriage.

There was no Zhao Tuo among the people who saw him off, so he was busy with family affairs and couldn't get out. It's also good that the little marquis can't see the hypocrisy when parting.

The head of Bengbu City.

The man in a green robe looked at the carriage in the distance and was stunned, I am afraid that I will not see it for five or six years.

Unconsciously, this man who made everyone in the Northland feared was already a little hunchbacked.

"I know that you can't see men's hypocrisy the most, why don't you taste it." The man seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he were talking to the man who had traveled far away.