The scaffolding trembled, and the sound of the sword rattled.

The sword box on the left side unfolded in an instant, and a silver sword with a blade of three feet shot out, levitating in front of Zhu Xiongying.

The cold light of the sword body was like a mirror, reflecting Zhu Xiongying's handsome face.

"Ugh..."

Zhu Xiongying looked at the sword in front of him, his face full of bitterness.

In fact, this task of reviewing the sword art is one of the tasks that Zhu Xiongying does not want to do.

The reason is also very simple, it takes too much effort.

'Quest 3 Addition: Copying the Orchid Pavilion with Imperial Sword Technique'

Zhu Xiongying can also understand the original intention of producing this kind of task, which can enhance his ability to control the sword, especially the degree of accuracy.

Can Edgeworth copy the calligraphy, this is a job that people can come up with?

Anyway, this system is not human.

Zhu Xiongying pointed his finger into a sword and pressed it down slightly.

I saw that the sword in front of me slowly descended, and the tip of the sword touched an inkstone on the ground and dipped in ink.

Then Zhu Xiongying waved his sleeves, the sword came out horizontally, and stopped in front of a piece of high rice paper hanging three zhang away, and he was about to start copying the Lan Pavilion Order.

It's a very delicate technical job.

The sword is sharp and sharp, it can't be heavy, and if it's heavy, the rice paper will be broken, and if it's broken, it will have to be restarted.

It can't be light, it's not inky if it's light.

Of course, there is another more advanced use of this sword technique, that is, the flying of the sword, this operation is extremely angry, once it is performed, I am afraid that the entire flower season girl of the Ming Dynasty will have to boil for His Royal Highness the Taisun.

However, Zhu Xiongying has not yet developed that step, and according to his estimates, he will have to wait until he has studied the sword art to a certain extent.

Night, little by little, passed.

There were only a few insect chirpings on the martial arts stage, and Zhu Xiongying, who burst his liver, continued to stay up all night to practice...

………………

Daming Zhili, including Yingtianfu, Suzhou, Fengyang and other fourteen prefectures, as well as Xuzhou, Chuzhou and other four Zhili prefectures.

It's spring in March, and it's Naoli at night, and the wind and drizzle are drizzling, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

In the inner city of Tianfu, two watchmen walked on the empty streets.

The one carrying the lantern shuddered, and the lantern candle in his hand shook violently a few times.

"I feel a little cold."

Next to him was in charge of playing the gong, and the older husband smiled.

"Did you kid go to the Qinglou again during the day to fool around, your body is so weak, you are still twelve years younger than me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man picked up the mallet in his hand and struck the gong skillfully.

"Knock-knock!"

One fast and three slow, representing four more.

"When it's ugly, it's cold!"

The old man shouted at the top of his voice, knocking and shouting as he went.

Whew~Whew...

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and a cold air was caught in it.

"What the hell is going on with this weather..."

The old man who played the gong this time couldn't help but shiver, the two of them could clearly feel the sudden drop in air temperature, and after enduring the cold wind and hurriedly walking the street, the temperature was already low.

"I can't bear it, let's go back and add a few clothes first."

The two husbands shrunk and trotted to each other.

At night, the snow suddenly drifted away.

………………

In the goose feather heavy snow, there was a carriage running wildly on the Zhili Post Road, followed by three or five soldiers on horseback.

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged man with a goatee had a calm face, and he seemed to be in a very heavy mood.

This person's name is Sun Qian, the official is a professor of Qin Wangfu, and this time he accompanied the prince of Qin to Beijing together, originally thought it was a beautiful difference, but he didn't expect to be responsible for collecting Zhu Shangbing's body in the end.

When he took Zhu Shangbing's body away from Xiaoling, everyone was numb.

He could even think that after he returned to Qin, he would face the anger of the King of Qin, and it was not clear how many people the King of Qin would kill, but he would definitely slaughter him.

"Ugh..."

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Sun Qian was in a sad mood, and looked at the scene outside the car, which turned out to be goose feathers and heavy snow, and the road was frozen and frosty.

"The land of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River in Zhili, since it has entered spring, how can it take such a sharp turn."

Just as Sun Qian was thinking blindly and diverting his attention, there was a sudden 'cough' sound in the car.

Sun Qian's body trembled violently, and his eyes trembled.

Corpse?!

"Sun Qian, where is this?"

It wasn't until the voice sounded that Sun Qian turned his head to look at the opposite side of the carriage, and Zhu Shangbing, who was originally lying on the corpse, opened his eyes and sat up.

"Your Royal Highness, you, you..."

Sun Qian wanted to say that you are not dead.

"It's great that you're okay!"

"We're already on our way back to Qindi now."

Sun Qian was surprised and delighted, and at the same time sighed that those who sell counterfeit drugs can be sold into the Criminal Department, and we have a lot of talents.

Zhu Shangbing, who woke up, took a deep breath, two knives in the prison, and Xiaoling wine, all of which were vivid, and his eyes were full of irrepressible surging hatred.

"Zhu Xiongying!"

"One day, I will make you taste a hundredfold of my pain and ten thousand times the humiliation of today!"

………………

The next day, the sky was faintly bright.

The Forbidden City is already covered with snow, and every palace golden tile is covered with thick snow.

Qianqing Palace, Warm Pavilion.

Lao Zhu, who is accustomed to waking up at the fifth watch, is frowning and standing at the threshold of the warm pavilion, looking at the goose feathers and snow floating outside the window.

Behind him, the Qin Heavenly Prison was trembling and kneeling.

"Your Majesty, the change in the sky is a warning from the heavens, and I ask Your Majesty to judge."

Lao Zhu was silent.

The biggest change that has taken place recently is the prelude to the cutting of the feudal domain that was personally started by his eldest grandson.

Could it be that the cutting of the feudal domain has angered the heavens?

Moreover, the frost is cold on the occasion of spring ploughing, which is equivalent to making the people lonely in spring ploughing, which will definitely affect the grain harvest of Zhili this year.

"Qin Tian Prison is wantonly talking nonsense, and now he has been stripped of all his official positions and sent to the heavenly prison."

Lao Zhu opened his mouth lightly, and the Qintian Prison Supervisor who was kneeling behind him was stunned, and he didn't understand what he said wrong until he was escorted away by Jin Wuwei.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

After coughing violently, Lao Zhu looked down at the blood in his palm, and took the Jinpa handed by the palace man with a calm face to wipe it.

Heaven is not heavenly, now Lao Zhu can't take care of it, he only thinks about one point, how to minimize the impact on the eldest grandson.

………………

Taisun Mansion, acting Wutai.

Zhu Xiongying has been piled with thick snow, and the rice paper hanging in front of him, the full text of the Lanting Preface is 324 words, and 323 have been copied.

When the last word, the last stroke, was completed, the sword fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

With a 'poof' sound, Zhu Xiongying raised his head and fell on the thick white snow, looked at the sky where the snow was drifting, and exhaled a long breath.

His uncle's is finally finished.

Every time I practice this, there is always a fear of being dominated by a Chinese teacher when I was a child.

"The snow falls in the spring, which is interesting."

Zhu Xiongying raised his hand, and a piece of snow fell on the palm of his hand.

He has been cultivating for so many years, observing the heavenly phenomena every three or five times, and he has long regarded himself as a weather forecast, but in Master Zhu's weather forecast, the cold wave of Ying Tian has passed, and it is impossible to snow.

The only possibility is that this is a trickster.

"It seems that Lone is not alone."

There was a hint of excitement in Zhu Xiongying's eyes.

For so many years, he has always wanted to find a fellow practitioner to practice his hands.