The old servant who opened the door in Yue's mansion was immediately stunned when he saw this young man. And when he saw the young man's prayer sticker, he couldn't help but be stunned again. Just because what is written on the head of this worship post is actually the six words "Anzhen Marquis Zhao Boyue".

Of course, the old servant knew that Zhao Boyue, Marquis of Anzhen, was the son of King Zuowu, and he was the most likely person to inherit the throne and become the second emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty. His status is so noble, but why did he come to Yue's Mansion? You must know that now Zhao Gou doesn't like Yue Fei 10,000, this is a well-known thing. At this critical moment, Marquis An Zhen actually came to Yue's Mansion to place it, if the news reached Zhao Gou's ears, wouldn't it make him disgusted with Marquis Anzhen? That's clearly the rhythm of automatically giving up the throne.

The old servant was full of doubts, but he also knew that this kind of thing was not something he could get involved with. He took the post and said, "Please wait. The old slave went to report to the marshal of my family. "Although Yue Fei has been dismissed, he is no longer the marshal of the Yue family's army. But when the government and the opposition mentioned him, they still habitually called Marshal Yue. This old slave had also been with Yue Fei for a while, but he was later injured and discharged from the army, and was taken in by Mrs. Yue, so he became a servant of the Yue family. So the four words of my marshal, he said it very smoothly.

But Marquis An Zhen made a gesture to stop the old servant. He said gently, "I'm sorry. What I want to see is not Marshal Yue, but Mr. Chen, who 'clears the clouds and fog and paves the bloody road'. Please don't make a mistake. ”

The old servant was taken aback again, and subconsciously threw the prayer note into An Zhenhou's arms, and shouted: "There is nothing Mr. Chen here, you are mistaken." Let's go, let's go. "I reached out and wanted to close the door. Chen Sheng is now the identity of a prisoner, if he is found to be living in Yue Fei's house, then what is it? So this old servant came in a hurry, and he couldn't even take care of the identity of Marquis An Zhen as the emperor.

An Zhenhou hurriedly reached out and pressed the door panel, and said with a smile: "Old man doesn't have to be like this. This time, I came here at the behest of my father to invite Mr. Chen to come to the door. A few days ago, by the West Lake, my father and Mr. Chen occasionally met and had a drink together, and they both fell in love with each other and became friends. So I don't have to worry about anything. ”

The old servant was stunned again. He glanced An Zhenhou up and down a few times. Only then did he reluctantly nod and said, "Please wait." "Turn around and go back to report. After a while, Chen Sheng walked out side by side with the old servant. He glanced at Marquis An Zhen a few times and said, "Your Excellency is Marquis An Zhen?" I've been looking up for a long time. ”

Marquis An Zhen didn't dare to say anything, and then asked Chen Sheng to get in the car. Chen Sheng did not shirk, and asked the old servant a few words, asking him to tell Marshal Yue that he had gone out and did not have to worry. Then he got into the carriage with Marquis Anzhen.

As the only person in the court who has a prince, King Zuo Wu is idle and has no real power, but his status is placed there after all, so it is not a problem to enjoy wealth and nobility. His royal palace was located in the north of the city, very close to the palace. It will take a while to get past Yong'anli. The journey is boring, so it is inevitable to have a few words with An Zhenhou. But unexpectedly, he found that this Marquis An Zhen had no aristocratic temperament. And he is erudite and talented, and he is a well-educated person.

That's it. Chen Sheng even found that although An Zhenhou was in good health, he had not practiced any advanced martial arts. As one of the world's top masters, King Zuo Wu is at least at the level of Mr. Zhuge . But his son is at most about the same as an ordinary disciple of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building.

King Zuo Wu was a man of great wisdom. Such a deliberate and biased cultivation of his son must have deep meaning. And this so-called deep meaning, as long as you think carefully about the tradition since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, you will understand.

Zhao Kuangyin started with the Chenqiao Mutiny. Therefore, after the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, it has always emphasized literature over military force. Even in any case, no effort will be spared to strike at those warriors who can fight. Not only are military generals the target of discrimination, but even those who know martial arts are looked down upon by those civil officials who occupy most of the positions in the imperial court.

The reason why King Zuo Wu missed the throne back then was not unrelated to his status as the number one master in the royal family. Those civil officials who supported Zhao Gou did not know that Zhao Gou's talent was not as good as that of King Zuowu. But just because Zuo Wuwang's martial arts cultivation is profound, those civil officials don't like him no matter what, and would rather support Zhao Gou. After suffering such a big loss, how can King Zuo Wu dare to teach his son martial arts?

King Zuowu is a good martial artist, so above his palace, of course, there is also a martial arts training ground. This martial arts training ground is clean, spacious and well-equipped. When King Zuo Wu is free, he likes to carry his hands behind his back and walk in circles on this martial arts training ground. This is the best way for him to relax. But now, when Chen Sheng and Marquis An Zhen stepped into the martial arts training ground side by side, preparing to go to the palace living room through here, the first thing they saw was not King Zuowu, but the sword. More correctly, it's the knife light.

The light of the sword is gentle and distant, like an eyebrow mark circled by a beautiful woman on a poem written by her lover. A knife is chopped, its color is light, such as the distant mountains are green, the sunset is vague, delicate and lingering. With this knife alone, it seems that he already has everyone's demeanor.

But the sword light was never covered by this sword light. Every time the thin golden sword was swung, it seemed to bring a trace of light, so that the remnant sun, which was already waning, could continue to survive for another moment.

The sword light is beautiful, and the sword qi is even more beautiful. Between the coquettish voices, two beautiful figures were circling around each other on the martial arts training ground. And King Zuo Wu sat on a Taishi chair next to the martial arts training ground, smiling and enjoying this wonderful sword duel performance.

Yes, just a show. Although the attainments of this sword and this sword are no longer under the masters who have been famous for many years such as the "Eight Great Sword Kings" and the "Seven Absolute Divine Sword". But in the eyes of King Zuowu, the world's top master, this is still just a performance. However, although this sword duel was pleasing to the eye, it was not enough to attract the full attention of King Zuowu. So when the footsteps of Marquis An Zhen came, King Zuo Wu, who was originally facing away from the two of them, moved his ears slightly, and immediately knew that Chen Sheng had also come.

King Zuo Wu did not get up. Just pick up the tea bowl that was placed next to it and cough. The man who was swinging his sword on the field immediately understood. She let out a long roar, and suddenly slashed three swords in a row, one sword stronger than the other, and one sword more ruthless than the other. So much so that the knife wielder on the opposite side had to turn from attack to defense and take three steps back. Taking advantage of this air attack, the sword suddenly turned around, and the sword was like a long rainbow through the sky, blooming with a cluster of brilliant golden light, facing Chen Sheng on this side under the hood.

Chen Sheng smiled slightly, looked back and pushed An Zhenhou away. Then he urged Sancheng Yuangong, raised his right hand, impartially, and flicked it lightly at the spine of the sword. It's not a big deal in itself, it's all about location. The position where he started was exactly the weakest point of the strength on the sword. In an instant, the female swordsman lost her voice and shouted softly, realizing that the sword in her hand was completely out of control. As a result, this originally incomparably beautiful sword suddenly changed, became chaotic, lost its accuracy, and greatly reduced its power.

Huajin - "the introduction of failure". Deflect the enemy's attack, destroy the enemy's balance, and then take advantage of the opportunity to kill in one hit. However, at this moment, Chen Sheng is only "introduced" and not "failed". With a flick of his arm, the female swordsman screamed again, and then spun backwards one after another. I haven't been able to get in shape for a long time.

The swordsman and the swordsman, the two are equally divided, not equal. Now this female swordsman is facing Chen Sheng, but she is defeated in one move. Such a result obviously made the female swordsman one hundred and twenty unconvinced. She snapped softly, and floated forward, swinging a gentle knife.

The light of the knife came very quickly and gently. It's as light as a breeze, as soft as a touch of moonlight, light as poetry, and beautiful as a dream. Chen Sheng's eyebrows were slightly stunned, and when his heart flashed, his palms closed his chest without thinking, and he entered the white blade empty-handed. "Slap~" sounded softly, and the light and gentle knife was firmly sandwiched between the palms of his hands on the spot.

Weapons are restricted, which is a very bad thing. But the female knife man was not in a hurry, but just shouted softly: "Ask for your own hardship!" Before the sound fell, he had already flipped his wrist sharply, driving the blade to twist. What she holds in her hand is a rare weapon. Cutting gold and jade, cutting iron like mud, all of them are as easy as a snap. Even if she practiced any horizontal qi hard skills, she still had to cut off her palm. However, Chen Sheng is of course an exception. He strengthened his strength and asked with a smile: "You and the Su Mengzhen Su Mansion Master of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, what do you call it?" ”

The female knife man used all her strength, and the treasure knife was still alive as if it had been welded to death between Chen Sheng's palms. Such a situation is obviously a big surprise to her. She was desperately drawing her knife without giving up, and suddenly heard such a question, and subconsciously rushed out: "How do you know that my senior brother ......" Before the words fell, she suddenly showed an angry look as if she had been deceived, and said coquettishly: "You bad person, talk to me?" Let it go. ”

Chen Sheng smiled and said: "Since it is the red-sleeved god Ni Gaozu, the gentle woman's order of 'Little Hanshan Yan', Chen should obey his fate." When he finished speaking, he divided his hands. The girl screamed again, staggered back several steps, and then took the stake, but she no longer stepped forward, but raised her very delicate little eyebrows, and asked, "How do you know who I am?" ”

How do you know? As long as you have experienced Su Mengzhen's shot, and then look at the gentle knife just now, you can see it even if you are not blind. Although there are still many differences between the gentle knife and the red sleeve knife technique, there is no suspicion that both are in the same vein. This is exactly the same as as Mr. Zhuge as long as he sees Juque using "Wind Knife Cloud Sword", and then after Wang Xiaoshi uses "Acacia Knife in the Sky, Volley Ecstasy Sword", he can immediately know that they belong to the same disciple and brothers, and they are all disciples of Xu Xiaoyi, a layman in Tianyi, which is exactly the same reason.