Zhangtai Palace,

"Reporting to your Majesty, the two Yin and Yang families in my residence all say that Gong Zheng is an unparalleled genius and an unparalleled evildoer. They even say that if Gong Zheng enters the world, he will become an extremely famous family within a lifetime."

Lu Buwei couldn't help but smile as he spoke: "Your Majesty, when I saw those two people on the carriage just now, there were strong signs that they were going to rob someone. It can be seen that these two people's evaluation of Gong Zizheng is by no means groundless."

oh?

Ying Zichu smiled slightly proudly and said, "My son Zhao Zheng is really extraordinary."

"Mr. Lu, please go down first."

"promise."

After Lu Buwei left, Ying Zichu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with slightly dozed eyes: "Qingyun."

"My servant is here, what are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"Go and ask the worshipers who can invite Guiguzi here. I will reward you generously."

"promise."

After Zhao Qingyun received the order, he left without any hesitation, and the entire Zhangtai Palace became deserted again.

Shortly after,

Zhao Qingyun had returned and came to Ying Zichu's side and whispered: "Your Majesty, Gong Yanghe and Nangong Qingtian are both gone."

A look of surprise appeared on Ying Zichu's face, he nodded and said, "Why is Gong Yanghe so active this time?"

"Your Majesty, Gong Yanghe said that fifteen years ago, he was defeated by Gui Guzi, but his strength has improved this time, so he wants to regain his face."

Ying Zichu smiled and shook his head: "Gongyanghe, who has touched the threshold of the mythical realm, actually went to a late-stage legend to ask for face. I'm afraid no one will believe him if he tells me."

"This can also show from the side that Guiguzi is terrible. If he teaches the young master's politics, the future will be promising, and the king can rest assured."

After hearing Zhao Qingyun's words, the smile on Ying Zichu's face reappeared, with a faint look of relief.

…

That night,

Zhao Zheng, who had rested for a while to regain his energy, looked at Jikong who was practicing swordplay in the backyard and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Because of his observations these days, he found that Jikong only used this set of swordsmanship. The swordsmanship seemed to be the same, and even the angles and strength of the moves were almost the same.

But Zhao Zheng had a vague feeling that every time Jikong performed this set of swordsmanship, there were some extremely weak differences that were extremely strange.

This set of swordsmanship was neither the Eighteen Wentian Styles nor any swordsmanship he knew. It seemed to have no power, but it gave people a feeling of extreme danger.

After a while,

Zhao Zheng came to Jikong's courtyard alone. Jikong was not surprised by his arrival and was still practicing his sword with concentration.

After he finished this set of sword skills, he came to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng looked at Jikong, who had a layer of sweat on his forehead, and asked lightly: "What's the secret of your swordsmanship?"

"..."

"It's not convenient to say?"

Jikong shook his head, but picked up a piece of bamboo and wrote a line of Wei characters. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng knew a little about Wei characters, so he could understand it naturally.

"This set of sword techniques has a total of thirty-six postures. When practicing the sword, it must be done in one go. Every time the sword is drawn, the sword should be vibrated nine times for entry, vibrating eighteen times for small success, and vibrating thirty-six times for Dacheng. It needs to be done step by step.

, otherwise it will be very easy to be counterattacked by the sword technique."

Isn't this the principle of resonance?

Zhao Zheng was stunned when he saw this. This world does not have the concept of 'resonance', but the world he has dreamed of for thousands of years does.

Resonating nine times, wouldn't it be equivalent to one falling sword, which is the superimposed power of ten swords?

He also finally understood why the Scarlet Moon Sword was thin and light but full of toughness, a bit like the 'soft sword' on TV in the era he had dreamed of for a thousand years.

After suppressing his thoughts, Zhao Zheng looked at Jikong in surprise: "How far have you cultivated now?"

Jikong pursed his lips and pointed at the door, making a hoarse voice: "We still need...the last six postures."

"What about your master?"

Jikong pointed at Xiaocheng and indicated to his master that every time he draws the sword, the sword body can resonate eighteen times.

After hearing this, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but look shocked. No wonder Wei Ran's previous sacrifices suffered such heavy losses.

But now that I think about it, Yin Yi should be at the peak of the century-old legend and has not touched the threshold of mythology because this set of swordsmanship is too powerful.

Thinking of this,

The young man Zhao Zheng couldn't help but have trouble with his temper. He motioned to Jikong to bring over the Red Moon Sword: "I'll give it a try, sir."

Whoosh!

Jikong covered the Scarlet Moon Sword, shook his head and said anxiously: "It will... get hurt."

"It doesn't matter."

Seeing Zhao Zheng's persistence, Jikong had no choice but to show Zhao Zheng his mental method, and then handed the Red Moon Sword to him.

after,

Zhao Zheng took a deep breath, held it in accordance with the requirements of his heart, and slowly waved the Red Moon Sword in his hand.

Buzz, buzz...

The Scarlet Moon Sword vibrated slightly twice, but the rhythm was very chaotic. Just these two times almost made Zhao Zheng lose his breath.

Then he used the second move, and the sword vibrated even more scatteredly, and that breath made Zhao Zheng feel a sharp pain in his heart.

When he forcibly performed the third move, the vibration frequency of the sword was completely out of control. He could no longer suppress the breath, his face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, a force suddenly appeared on the Scarlet Moon Sword. Zhao Zheng felt his palm go numb, and the Scarlet Moon Sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Due to inertia, the tip of the sword hit the ground during the bounce, and the remaining power on the Scarlet Moon Sword actually caused a crater as big as a bowl to appear on the ground.

"Son."

Zhao Ji ignored the Scarlet Moon Sword and hurriedly walked up, pinched Zhao Zheng's right wrist, and then spat out her anger——

biu~

A black bruise suddenly spurted out from Zhao Zheng's tiger's mouth. Only then did Zhao Zheng realize that his tiger's mouth had a two-centimeter wound.

After the black blood was forced out,

The numbness in Zhao Zheng's hands disappeared instantly, and was replaced by severe pain as his flesh and blood were torn apart, but he did not let out a muffled groan.

at this time,

A roar suddenly sounded outside——

"Where did this bold man come from to dare to come to the Young Master's Mansion to cause trouble?"

The moment the voice fell, Zhao Zong's figure directly crossed the wall and appeared in the courtyard. The moment he landed, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

But when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly froze, and then asked awkwardly: "Gongzizheng, what... is this?"

Zhao Zheng slowly moved his right hand, which was so painful that he couldn't feel it. He said expressionlessly: "My master, something went wrong in my practice. Let's clear it up."

"promise!"

Zhao Zong responded loudly, but with suspicion he left the courtyard and confronted the two lieutenants who had arrived.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Jikong, who was full of guilt, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "It seems that your swordsmanship requires very high physical strength."

Jikong nodded guiltily,

In fact, he was very nervous inside. Who would have thought that Zhao Zheng would be vibrated as soon as he started practicing?

Among the dozens of ancestors in the past, no one dared to play like this.

Seeing Jikong's look, Zhao Zheng smiled nonchalantly and said, "You can continue practicing your sword. I'll be back first."

Said,

Zhao Zheng left as usual, and there was no sign that he was injured.

But when he returned to bed, his right hand was swollen into a bear's paw. He was so frightened that Xiaoluzi ran into Xianyang Palace crying and went to ask the palace doctor.

…

Shortly after,

After learning that Zhao Zheng was injured, Young Master Cheng Yu suddenly became energetic——

He looked in the direction of the Young Master's Mansion, his eyes exuding a cold light like a poisonous snake, sneered and said to himself: "I'm actually injured? God is helping me."
Chapter completed!