In the palace of the main city of Qingqiu.

On the throne that had been vacant for a long time in the court, there was finally a person sitting, and hundreds of officials took turns to play, reporting all kinds of things to Her Royal Highness the newly returned princess behind the bead curtain.

Everything here is unfamiliar, and Yun'er has no idea what they are talking about. Just follow the instructions of Aunt and Uncle Gu: Well; Hongu knows; Rong Bengong thought about it and then made a decision.

She sat motionless behind the beaded curtain, her eyes quietly glancing up at the crown of xia that was high above her head. I thought to myself, this thing is so heavy, can't you make it smaller, I'm always worried that it will fall.

A few days ago, she learned that there were still former Song subjects and soldiers here, and her aunt was still alive, so she couldn't wait to come over.

A girl who has been wandering under the fence alone for many years, how can she not be excited to learn that she still has a deceased relative.

When she returned, all the subjects of Qingqiu came out to greet her. The people here are all Song people who are unwilling to submit to the rule of Western Liang, and they have unparalleled love and loyalty to the former Song royal family.

The successive monarchs of the Song Kingdom were generous and benevolent, won the hearts of the people, and were the most benevolent. In the eyes of King Xiliang, these qualities are precisely the manifestation of cowardice and incompetence, as the so-called mercy does not lead the army, and people who are too benevolent are not suitable for being a monarch, and the facts have verified this.

The civilized ceremonial state has been conquered by the barbarian Xiliang Iron Cavalry, and many high-spirited Song people are naturally unwilling to be ruled by the barbarians they have always despised.

Therefore, he followed the remnants of the Song Chen to resist to the death in the thirteen cities of Qingqiu, trying to restore the glory of the Song Kingdom. Now, the last bloodline of the Song royal family, their princess, has returned.

Yun'er no longer wondered if the crown on her head would fall, but focused on the middle-aged man standing on the side with a frowning brow.

He used to be the commander of his father's guards, and his chess skills were unparalleled, and he was named a chess saint by his father, so now they all call him Gu Shengren. is also his own uncle, who has been in the royal realm for many years, and is the first person in the martial arts of the Song Kingdom, and it is rumored that he fought with Murong God King many years ago, and he is slightly inferior.

The old ministers in the audience are still chattering and arguing, what do they want to say?

Yun'er listened intently for a while before she suddenly realized.

It turned out that some people said that they wanted to make themselves the king of Song, and some people objected that there had never been a woman as the king to the end, which was not in line with the etiquette law. It is better to let yourself marry a young talent and give birth to a son to inherit the throne of the king.

Hearing this, Yun'er couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and they didn't ask what their wishes were?

"Her Royal Highness the princess, continue the court, and your majesty will go out for a while." The middle-aged man with a furrowed brow whispered.

"What's the matter with Uncle Gu?" Yun'er asked, in the entire court, she only barely knew this uncle. He left, leaving himself alone, and it was really a headache for this group of ministers.

"It's not a big deal, there is a boy from an unknown origin in Wucheng who is shouting, and he has injured many of our masters, so I'll go out and take a look." The middle-aged man said a word and disappeared away.

"Hey, Uncle Gu..."Yun'er called softly, it was too late. She was about to get up and go out with her, when she suddenly remembered that she was in the morning court, and it was not appropriate to leave like this.

The old courtiers in the audience were still talking to themselves, Yun'er frowned lightly, and her heart was very anxious.

Oh, calculate the time, he should have been out of the customs yesterday, and he came here so quickly, really.

As soon as Yun'er heard it, she knew that it was Jing Ge, who else would there be besides him.

But how could he hurt people, he has always been low-key and doesn't like to fight. According to his peaceful and kind temperament, if he is forced to do so, he will never take the initiative to solve it by flickering. It is even more impossible to shout and provoke. Why is it so abnormal today? Yun'er was very puzzled in her heart.

Her furrowed eyebrows quickly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently curved into a smile.

She could understand his mind, if it wasn't for herself, how could he be so flamboyant.

Suddenly, she remembered something again, and hurriedly whispered to the maidservant next to her

"Hurry up and follow Uncle Gu and tell him that the person who is here is my friend, and you can't do anything with him."

The maidservant next to her hesitated slightly, who could catch up with Manager Gu. When he catches up, I'm afraid he will be on his way back from taking the man. Isn't the princess worried about Manager Gu's heavy hand?

"Your Highness, don't worry too much, I think the Lord in charge will be measured, so as not to hurt His Highness's friends." She immediately comforted the princess, the identity of the person who came was unknown, and Manager Gu would not be a killer.

"It's not that I'm afraid of hurting him, but I'm afraid that he won't know that Uncle Gu is my brother-in-law, and he will hurt Uncle Gu." Yun'er explained, looking anxious.

The maidservant was stunned for a moment, thinking that Her Royal Highness the princess had just returned, and she was afraid that she didn't know the strength of the chief administrator.

"Lord Steward is the number one master of our Song Kingdom, and he has never been injured in the battle with Murong God King in the past, and no one can hurt him today." The maidservant reminded it.

When Yun'er heard this, she remembered that her Uncle Gu was the first person in the martial arts of the Song Kingdom, and immediately said, "If this is the case, then there is nothing to worry about." ”

The maidservant girl on the side was speechless in her heart, thinking that His Highness was worried about her friend, but she didn't expect that she was worried about the chief manager.

Yun'er's heart was as careful as a hair, and she noticed the slight change in the maid's expression and understood her thoughts.

Hey, yes, you don't know him, how can you know how strong he is! She sighed to herself.

That man is hiding too deeply, maybe I am the only person in the world who knows his depth. Yun'er thought, this made her a little inexplicably proud, he deceived the world, but he wouldn't deceive me.

His understanding of martial arts was extremely terrifying, even surpassing Qi Lao. During their time in the imperial capital, both of them preached for themselves and solved their doubts, and they didn't know if it was because they were close to him or if this was the case. Many times I feel that his opinions are still above Qi Lao.

At that time, he had not yet fused the two energies in his body, and he rarely made a move, and he had been concentrating on refining. Before the retreat, the two true elements inherited from the God King and the War King had disappeared. Today, most of them have been completely integrated and reached the top.

A group of knights outside Wucheng City took turns to fight, and they no longer made moves against Jing Ge. It's just that he played his own mastery in the open space, and even more directly stepped forward to ask about the incomprehension and confusion encountered on the way to cultivate martial arts.

Jing Ge answered them one by one without reservation.

"Brother, I don't think you look like a wicked person who wants to harm the princess." Some of the knights spoke, and the rest of the people felt the same way, this master who guided them was not like some kind of vicious man.

"Harm the princess? Who is standing up with nonsense, see if Lao Tzu doesn't smash him to death with one punch. Jing Ge looked around the audience, and no one dared to stand up.

"Your Royal Highness the princess and I are in love, and the two are happy, how can I harm her. This time I just came to take her back. Jing Ge said seriously.

The knights muttered to themselves, believing that he was talking nonsense.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who is as cold as a fairy and does not eat the fireworks of the world, could fall in love with a mortal like you.

"If you want to take away Her Royal Highness the Princess, we won't agree." Someone whispered in the crowd.

"That's why I'm just a master of the Song Kingdom, who can stop me from taking her away?" Jing Ge stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the audience, and said domineeringly.

"Call out your strongest one." Only then did Jing Ge remember his purpose, he had been led astray by these knights before, and he actually taught them martial arts.

"Hmph, who is shouting here, bullying me and no one in the Song Dynasty?" As soon as Jing Ge's words fell, a voice suddenly came from far and near.

I saw an old man with a bone fairy wind coming quickly.

"Old man Suzuru!"

The knights who were not in the middle of the field retreated one after another, and recognized the person who came, it was the powerhouse of the Song Kingdom, and someone had invited him earlier.

"Old... Belch... Grandpa. You're getting old, so don't join in the fun. Jing Ge waved his hand, he wanted to call him an old thing, but finally changed his words.

"Arrogance, you are still the first one who says that the old man is old." The old man said with a cold face.

"It should be the second one, you call yourself an old man, which proves that you already know that you are old." Jing Ge retorted.

"You..."The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak, and a few people dared to say that a king was old.

"What a sharp-toothed boy, let the old man see how many pounds you have.

The old man Suhe didn't plan to rub his tongue with him, so he decided to teach this kid who didn't know what respect was.

"Stop, wait a minute." Jing Ge raised his hand to signal that he had heard.

"Seriously, if you accidentally sprain your waist or something, your old man is not as good as a young man, even if he has deep skills, it is not easy to recover." Jing Ge dissuaded again. When people reach their twilight years, they naturally recover slowly after being injured, and the strong people in the Wang Realm are no exception.

Although Jing Ge was telling the truth, it sounded as harsh as mockery to the old man Suhe. Besides, there are so many warriors present, if you don't make a move, where will you put your face. At that moment, the sleeves of the robe waved, and the wind rose in all directions.

The wind cut like a blade from all sides to Jingge.

The onlookers suddenly lost color, and the powerhouse of the Wang Realm was so terrifying, the difference between him and himself was like an elephant and an ant.

As soon as he made a move, he shook the world and was terrifying.

The yellow sand was long, and the place where Jing Ge stood was shrouded in the sand, gravel and dust that flew away, and thousands of wind blades were like wild tornadoes, strangling and cutting around him. The knights around him couldn't see him clearly.

A girl exclaimed, many knights were worried and sorry for him, afraid that he would not be able to take this blow, and could not bear to see the scene of his flesh and blood flying. He is so young and talented, and in time, he must be a hero.

Ordinary martial artists don't understand the so-called royal realm, but in fact, it can't be regarded as an independent realm. The first Wang Realm was the name of the supreme powerhouse among the grandmasters.

There is a huge watershed in the Grandmaster Realm, that is, whether or not you can perceive the nodes of energy in the heaven and earth, which is the key to whether you can form an exit realm.

There is a world of difference in strength before and after this moat, and over time, people have tacitly accepted that those who cross this barrier are considered to be the existence of another realm.

When the Grandmaster powerhouse's perception of martial arts gradually deepened, the control of the true element was refined to a certain extent. They can sense the existence of the node, that is, they have stepped into the royal realm in the mouth of ordinary martial artists.

Most of the royal realms will refine the nodes after perceiving them, and then condense their own domain fields. There are also a small number of martial artists who choose not to cultivate the path of the field and rely only on themselves. As a powerhouse in the King Realm, the old man Suhe naturally knows these things clearly, and the criterion for judging whether a martial artist is in the King Realm is not the field at all, but his strength.

Of course, the one who can form the field must be the real King Realm. The field represents his fine enough control of the true element and deep enough understanding of martial arts.

"He's not hurt." Someone whispered softly.

"Hey, this is the second miss of the Liu family, why is she here." The nearby knights recognized the whispering woman.

There was a bamboo couch on a meadow outside the city, on which sat a quiet woman about twenty-four or five years old. Dark green felt covered her legs, covering her tightly, and she held a small and delicate stove in her hands. He was followed by an entourage and an old servant with a wooden expression.

She turned her head and smiled and nodded to those who recognized her, gentle and polite.

"She's the young lady of the Liu family? It is rumored that she is so knowledgeable that no one else can match her. Don't forget, plan a thousand miles. Someone whispered.

"Yes, that's the one. But it's a pity..."Someone took one look at her legs and feet, and felt deep regret. With her talents, she should have achieved more.

She was deaf and clear-sighted, and could clearly hear the whispers of the people around her, but she didn't care, just stared at Jing Ge in the field with all her attention.

That person had defeated him in what her brother was best at, and had even broken his Dao Heart. So she came to see what was sacred.

The wind blade dissipated, the sand and dust returned to calm, and Jing Ge stood still in place, neatly dressed.

Everyone was silent, feeling glad for him, but also a deep sense of powerlessness. That man was young, but he had such strength, which was really desperate in comparison.

"He is really a king, such a young king." The woman sitting on the bamboo couch sighed that the man looked three or two years younger than her brother.

"Who are you and where are you taught?" Old Man Suzuru asked, his expression solemn. Under the blow, no one knew the strength of this kid better than him.

The mighty wind blade in his field had not been able to touch the man at all. He was as slippery as a catfish, and the wind blade slid around him, hurting him in the slightest, which was quite weird.

"My name is Jingge, and my teacher is undertaken... "For a while, Jing Ge didn't think clearly about who was the best teacher. He remembered many people who had mentored him, and there were too many people who had mentored him.

"I have learned from many seniors." He thought for a moment and said.

The old man snorted coldly, not knowing what Jing Ge was thinking, he was just entertaining him, and he felt more and more angry. Besides, with so many people here today, if you can't take him, you will put it there in the future.

is also a king realm, there are also high and low, although he is amazingly talented, but after all, he is young, and he is expected to be far inferior to the old man in terms of experience. With a little means, I think I can take him down, and then bring him back to study and see what is unique. Old man Suzuru thought to himself.

"With such cultivation at a young age, the old man wants to see what kind of mastery you have." The old man jumped into the door, holding the dust in his hand and facing Jingge.

"Does the old gentleman have to make a move?" Jing Ge frowned slightly, and was slightly unhappy in his heart. He came for Liwei today, although the old man in front of him is also a king, but after all, he is old, and he can't bear to let him lose his old age.

Therefore, when he made a move before, Jing Ge showed his strength and hoped that he would retreat in the face of difficulties.

"Then ask the old gentleman to teach you the three styles." Jing Ge bowed slightly and said, thinking to himself that this old man didn't feel that he couldn't pull his face, so he had to give him a step.

Before the words fell, the old man had already made a move, and the dust was raised and fell, like thunder in the sky, from top to bottom, surging.

Jing Ge drew a seal knot with his left hand, and an earthy yellow shield appeared in his palm, and he struck this blow.

Before this heavenly thunder dissipated, two shocking rainbows struck on the left and right, Jing Ge hurriedly retreated dozens of steps to dodge, and he could avoid it, but at the moment of stopping. A blow to the back.

This is the magic of the field, the energy in the field can be controlled by the master of the field, condensed into a palm to launch an attack behind the back.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Jing Ge's mouth.

"Thanks to the old man's subordinates..."

The three styles have passed, and Jing Ge is really ready to say two words on the stage, so that the old man must step down the steps. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the attack of the old man Suzuru hit like a raging storm.

You're too shameless old thing, Ben Shuai bit his lip and pretended to vomit blood, don't you stop.

When the old man saw the bleeding from the corner of Jing Ge's mouth, he only thought that the blow had been successful and injured him, so he was overjoyed at the moment and took the opportunity to make a move.

Seeing this, Jing Ge sighed secretly, then it's no wonder to me.

He stabbed straight at the gun, and a little cold light was like a sassy meteor, piercing through the strength of the dust, and hitting the old man with the bearded crane.

At the same time, the left palm pushes horizontally and shoots three palms.

The old man was frightened, the shot was as fast as a spark, and the seemingly random three palms were like a stormy wave, surging and unstoppable. How could he have such profound skills at such a young age?

The old man Suzuru rolled the spear with a whisk, took the blade of the spear, raised his hand and swung a few punches to fight, and finally blocked the three palms. Even with all his might, he was still shaken away by several meters.

Jing Ge didn't pursue, just looked at him lightly.

The old man Suhe didn't mean to stop, but just thought in his heart, this kid's skill is so profound, I'm afraid there is some special way to practice. His grip is rough and brute force. After the old man takes him down, he will take him back and torture him, and he may be able to go further after getting the exercises.

The old man of Suhe had a fierce face, and the field was released with all his might, and one by one subtle wind blades rotated and cut, and it was like an invisible rope was born in the void, binding towards Jingge. The intent was to restrain and hinder his movements, preventing him from dodging the next attack.

He moved, and his body was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Jing Ge sensed that hundreds of attacks were coming towards him around him. The white mangs were surging in front of him, and everywhere was the strength of the old man Suhe, and there were two particularly strong qi on the left and right. On the front is an old man with a whisk in his hand.

The dust of the frontal blow was not twitched like usual, but stabbed vertically like a sharp blade, extremely fast, and quickly enlarged in Jing Ge's eyes.

Everyone in the distance held their breath, and even the martial artists with low cultivation could see that this was a critical moment.

Jing Ge quickly stabbed out four shots, shattering the left and right two Gang Qi, and then swung his fist with one hand, and the deep True Yuan gushed out, intending to shake away the soft dust silk of the thorns.

In an instant, he suddenly saw an inexplicable smug look in the eyes of the old man Suhe, and he was alarmed, so he immediately withdrew his fist and left the place with an incredible figure.

The old man Xu Tsuru flicked the mechanism hidden on the dust whisk handle, and thousands of hair-thin dust whisks shot out like arrows off the string, as hard as steel needles. This blow, he believed that even if he was replaced by Murong God King, he would not be able to dodge it.

As he expected, the threads struck the boy in front of him.

But why did it penetrate the past?

His eyes widened, was it his own presbyopia?

How did that kid become two!

He looked at it again, and the two turned back into one, but the needles had missed, and shot into the distance.

Jing Ge turned his head to look at the leaves in the distance that had been pierced by the dust silk, which had been dyed with a layer of ink. Obviously, this hidden mystery suddenly became hard, and the dust silk was highly poisonous.

At this time, even he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Secretly, fortunately, Ben Shuai's miraculous skills are world-famous, otherwise he would really have to sink into the sand in the hands of you, an old traitor.

He showed no mercy, and stepped out with one foot, kicked on the chest of the old man Suzuru, and trampled him in the air to the ground.

He didn't have murderous intent, and Yun'er didn't like his too murderous appearance, so the old man Suhe didn't suffer multiple injuries. It's just that I've been muttering in despair: How is this possible.

He didn't believe that Jing Ge could avoid this blow.

The knights around them couldn't fully see what was happening, but they saw two Jing Ge in an instant, and they only felt that Jing Ge was too fast, and they were dazzled.

Only the second lady of the Liu family and the old servant behind her showed an incredible expression.