King Ruyang said in a deep voice: "More than two hundred years ago, we Mongolians did not have the power to sweep the world. At that time, the most majestic in the world was the Golden Man Iron Horseman. They broke through the remnants of Liao, went south to destroy the Song Dynasty, and captured the two emperors of Huiqin of the Song Dynasty, and the victory of the soldiers was unrivaled in the world!"

Wang Bao retained the arrogance of a young man, and said disdainfully: "So what? It's not that we were beaten by our Mongolian iron horsemen, and the clan will be wiped out and the country will perish!"

King Ruyang smiled self-consciously, stroked his son's forehead, and continued: "At that time, the Jin people were powerful in the world, and they once got a peerless pill recipe by chance, which is the recipe for returning the pill!"

"Where is that recipe now, if we can get it, we can refine the Great Hui Pill again, and we don't have to cherish it like we do now!" Wang Baobao said excitedly.

King Ruyang said: "That Danfang is now in the Great Inner Palace, but it is useless, and it can't be refined." ”

"Why is that?" asked Wang Baobao.

"Because the most important material is missing, true dragon blood!"

Wang Baobao frowned and said, "True dragon blood? How come I have never heard of such a medicinal herb? Could it be that there is really a dragon in the world, and it is not fabricated by the Han people?"

King Ruyang smiled and said, "True Dragon, True Dragon, Haven't you heard of the True Dragon Heavenly Son?" True Dragon Blood is Emperor Blood!"

Wang Baobao was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "How can there be such a rebellious thing in the world with the blood of His Majesty the Emperor to refine the pill?"

"Dahui Huan Dan really has to be refined with true dragon blood, and it is really refined for the golden man. It turns out that this true dragon blood can't be refined by the blood of any emperor. Speaking of the old things, King Ruyang couldn't help but sigh: "The Huizong of the Song Dynasty, who sought immortals all his life, collected the world's rare treasures since he was a child, and took them for alchemy, just hoping to soar in the daytime." It's a pity that the immortal path has not been completed, but his family has become a prisoner. He didn't know how valuable the medicinal properties were contained in his essence and blood, so he was taken by the Jin people and refined into the world's first-class holy medicine Dahui Returning Pill. Change the blood of an emperor, but it doesn't work. ”

Wang Baobao prides himself on being bold, but he still feels that this secret is difficult to accept for a while, and he can't speak when he opens his mouth.

King Ruyang stood up and sighed: "That Zhao Jiaerlang is a serious descendant of the emperor of the previous dynasty, maybe his ancestor Emperor Huizong appeared in the dark, and the hand of fake Minmin gave him a big return pill." Now that it's been swallowed, it's over, and there's nothing to worry about. ”

What happened to the Ruyang Palace, Zhao Yu had no way of knowing. Although not seeing the little county lord for a long time made him feel a little lost, but there are endless things to do every day, and he has no time to think about anything else.

The practice of the Qi cultivation method is becoming more and more profound, and there is a big return to the pill as a foundation, and there is a prescription prescribed by Kutoutuo to assist, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand miles a day. Zhao Yu's internal strength in the dantian became more and more vigorous, but because there was no comparison, he couldn't figure out what kind of attainments he had in the realm of refining and refining qi. It's just that as his skills deepened, his body grew faster, and he was much stronger than his peers.

There are many changes in the 12 styles of the Cloud Piercing Palm, and Zhao Yu is also proficient in all of them. His family is naturally not as rich as the palace can be tested with light yarn palm power, Zhao Yu used harder rice paper instead, every palm split can tear ten layers of rice paper, replaced with light yarn about ten or twenty layers, but I don't know if such a level can be regarded as second-rate in the martial arts?

Of course, under his father's supervision, his calligraphy was not left behind. Every day, I have to take a lot of time to read and practice calligraphy, and my mind has become more and more calm in the subtle way.

One day, several monks came to the Western Regions, and exchanged a few authentic works of Su Dongpo for Zhao Yong to write a few scriptures for them. Zhao Yu saw his father's very cherished collection of Su Dongpo's poems, and sighed: "Although my Zhao family has lost the world, it has made all the people suffer. But on the way to literature, I never owe half the world!"

The more Zhao Yu saw it, the more he naturally saw the frustration in his father's words. He smacked this sentence carefully, and had his own understanding. Zhao Jiagui is the emperor's family, but he has always been a martial artist, and the country's military affairs are weak. In terms of literary affairs, there was the brilliant family of Emperor Huizong, and then there was the generation of Wenzong of Zhao Mengfu. However, it is the responsibility of the emperor to all the people, and this point is owed after all. Zhao Yong said that, just to talk about comfort, but he still felt guilty in his heart.

Zhao Yong's words added infinite motivation to Zhao Yu, and he became more and more diligent in practicing martial arts. He has secretly made up his mind that in the future, he will be successful in martial arts, and he must drive the Tartars out of the Central Plains, restore the Han family, and make up for the debt of his ancestors to the world.

It's just that he learned martial arts from the lord of the small Mongolian county, but he was still full of desire to expel the Mongols, and he was always a little weak when he smacked carefully. I simply put this section behind me and didn't think about it.

In March, everything grows. Just after the Qingming Festival, Zhao Yu finally saw the little county lord again.

After being silent for half a winter, the little county lord finally waited for his father to lift the ban, and the first thing he did was to rush to Zhao Mansion to test Zhao Yu's martial arts training progress. It's all because of this kid himself that he was punished by his father, if he wasted his martial arts, it would really be worth the loss!

Seeing the little county lord again, Zhao Yu was overjoyed in his heart, and without waiting for her to speak, he practiced the Cloud Piercing Palm, which had been proficient in practice. I saw his palms fluttering and shuttling, the colorful butterflies were as agile, and they continued to make a popping sound like a firecracker burning during the New Year, which was obviously the essence of the essence.

The little county lord watched from the side for a while, and couldn't bear to go down to break up with Zhao Yu, but he didn't last for a moment, and was forced to retreat by Zhao Yu in a few moves. She was not annoyed, and ordered the guards behind her to go down to compete with Zhao Yu. Although this guard is not skilled in martial arts, he is an elite soldier in a hundred battles, and he is strong, and he suddenly put a lot of pressure on Zhao Yu.

After surviving for a while, Zhao Yu gradually gained the upper hand, and with the rise of the time war, his palm suddenly accelerated. The guard was caught off guard, and received several palms on his shoulder and back chest, and fell out with a muffled snort, and was not lightly injured!

Zhao Yu stopped his hand and apologized to the guard.

When the little county lord saw that Zhao Yu was so proficient in martial arts, he felt that he had taught him well, and he was more and more happy. She said: "Your palm technique is already good, but your body technique is still crude. Today I will pass on to you another skill of sheltering the wind, you have to study hard!"

Zhao Yu's initial motivation for practicing martial arts was the martial arts master who could fly into the air, and after hearing the words of the little county lord, he was even more overjoyed.

The light exercise method must be supported by mellow internal force, and this time the little county lord will not be able to practice it in person, but she also takes the trouble to explain the skills, and for a while she really has a serious appearance of being a teacher.

From this day on, Zhao Yu and the little county lord went to each other to ask for advice and visits, and gradually became familiar with each other. The two are of similar age, but both are witty and flexible, learning from each other and teaching each other, each with its own benefits. However, both of them are unwilling to admit defeat, and it is inevitable that they will have constant disputes when they get along, but no one can argue with anyone, and there is often a cold stalemate, and then angrily express their disconnection. It didn't take long to get back together, and I didn't talk about it in advance.

Under the careful teaching of the little county lord, Zhao Yu gradually practiced more martial arts, and it was all-encompassing, from fist and foot kung fu to swords, guns, swords, halberds, and weapons. There is the Taizu long fist created by his ancestor Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, and there is also the exquisite, complex and varied Tingtao swordsmanship, more than a dozen kinds of martial arts are taught, but each has its own characteristics and is never repeated. Zhao Yu naturally didn't feel anything wrong with this, but only felt that the more the better. But if you are seen by a martial arts person next to you, you don't know what to be surprised about. Because there are factions in the world's martial arts, even the Shaolin Temple of the martial arts master does not have such a huge and complex martial arts inheritance!

The little county lords are all ingenious and extremely intelligent, and they make rapid progress in learning calligraphy and painting. Although it can't be on par with Zhao Yu, it is not much different.

On this day, Zhao Yu took out a few ink treasures from his grandmother Guan Madame Guan that he treasured at home and copied them to the little county lord.

In less than a moment, he suddenly heard the little county lord say angrily: "Sage Kong said that those who are born to know are the best, but this is not true. Man, hmph, I like the new and hate the old, and I don't need to teach or learn!

Zhao Yu stretched out his head to take a look, and it turned out that the little county lord turned to the poem "My Nong Ci" written by Mrs. Guan, and he was probably moved. The love oath of his ancestors gossiped, he naturally did not care about his beak, but he was dissatisfied with the little county lord degrading all men to negative people, so he said: "In ancient times, there was a tail life, and he died by holding the pillar. There are also disciples of Deng, whose wives are ugly, and they do not abandon each other. It can be seen that men still have love and infatuation, and what you said is not right. ”

The little county lord looked up at Zhao Yu and said, "What about you? Are you a tail student, or a disciple? Or do you like the new and hate the old and be ungrateful?"

Zhao Yu lowered his head and thought about it, and said with a smile: "I don't do tail life, it's too stupid." Don't be a disciple, it's too stupid. I don't like the new and the old ungrateful, I just don't like it. If I like that person, there must be something that attracts me, and it is worth loving and devoting myself to for the rest of my life!"

"Hmph, clever words. You're nothing, I think you're a bastard who is used to playing tricks!" The little county lord snorted dissatisfiedly: "You Han women are used to being submissive and spoiled into a man's bad temper. If any man comes to me one day, I will not write the first word to persuade me, as your grandmother did, but I will first show him my sword!"

Zhao Yu first ran into the distance, then pointed at the little county lord and laughed: "Haha, you wicked woman, I don't know if there will be any men who want it in the future, now it's useless to think about this!"

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