Zhao Hanyu was thinking about something silently in his heart, as if he had not heard Murong Qianfan's question.

If the Yuhuang Sword Sect came to compete for the Taoist inheritance, the time was very consistent, but it was unreasonable in theory, because the entire incident was planned and promoted by Kunlun Sect behind the scenes.

More than ten years ago, Kunlun Sect was almost destroyed by his senior Yuhuang Xie Wuji. It is reported that the head of the sect is still in seclusion and healing his wounds. Under such deep hatred, will Kunlun Sect really recommend Yuhuang's disciples to participate in the throne?

Now, the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions is about to arrive in Beijing again at this sensitive moment. Although it has been nearly a month since then, is this mysterious sect related to the dispute over the inheritance of Taoism?

Recalling the fact that Lao Ke once said that Kunlun Sect is best at hooking up and tying up, as well as many powerful people owned by the Buddhist Sect, and Prince Duan, who has formed allies and won over all sides for hundreds of years, and the eldest prince who has just surfaced...

If these people all focused their attention on inheritance and tried to obstruct, what a terrifying force would it be?!

Zhao Hanyu felt chill in his heart.

He thought, why, as his so-called genuine heir, could withstand this violent storm?

He clenched his fists with both hands and sighed deeply inwardly. He was too weak and had almost no power to protect himself.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and their hearts were a little heavy.

Xinyan suddenly laughed and said, "Teacher, you don't have to worry too much. The inheritance of Taoism is very involved. Since the national teacher has decided to entrust you, I think it is impossible for anyone to easily seize this position. Besides, you still have me."

Zhao Hanyu was stunned and asked, "You? How do you say this?"

Hearing Xinyan's words, Murong Qianfan and Lao Ke's eyes lit up at the same time, showing joy.

Lao Ke smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, you are really lucky. Even I envy you for your deep blessings. You think that at present, you have at least received the approval of the national teacher and the support of the national education, and have the friendship of the Murong family. Now, with His Highness Xinyan, who is extremely noble, even those old and young men in Luofeng are likely to stand up and waving flags and shouting for you. Do you still think you are alone?"

Zhao Hanyu's eyes were slightly shiny, as if touched.

Lao Ke thought to himself, there is another saying that I will not say easily without being fully confident. Did you really hug Yueying Mountain's thigh? If it were just because of the women in Xiaozhu, Yinhu Lake, there would never be such an impact...

Qiu Hong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Don't forget that there is Prince Qingye. Although I don't like to talk or make friends, I can see that he is one of the few good people in the royal family, and he really makes friends with you."

When everyone heard Lao Ke and Qiu Hong's words, they finally felt a little relaxed and the atmosphere was no longer so dull.

Zhao Hanyu sighed and said, "I am only anxious that I am progressing too slowly and cannot enter the country for a long time. Every time I encounter a fight, I rely on the support of my friends around me. I really don't know how long this situation will last, so..."

Murong Qianfan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, when you can't fight, we will help you fight. When you can fight, you will leave it to you. All the capital and interests will be settled. Don't feel at a loss."

Ximen Guang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Brief merchant! Humans are so cunning."

Murong Qianfan looked at him like an idiot and said extremely serious: "Don't you understand that there is no traitor or businessman? An idiot like you who can get beaten up for someone and treat him to a meal to get even. If you step into the business road, you will have to lose everything in less than a year. In the end, you have to be used as your pants, leaving only your messy hair, making your big name worthy of it! Idiot!"

This sarcasm was extremely tricky and harsh, and everyone laughed.

Ximen Guang was furious, but before the light of inspiration came, he could not speak a very lethal counterattack, so he had to lower his head and sulk.

Xinyan whispered to Zhao Hanyu: "Teacher, do you know why I am willing to be so close to you today? Because I feel that there is an indescribable force in you that makes my soul extremely warm, so I have been close to you. Does this mean that you have made great progress?" After saying that, her big eyes flashed, very bright, and looked very excited.

Zhao Hanyu smiled slightly, he thought for a while, and quietly replied: "There should be some changes. Maybe, the breakthrough is soon, right?"

Xinyan couldn't help but feel very happy and kept patting her two little hands.

The cheerful emotions of the crowd gradually spread, so they began to fight each other for wine.

Lao Ke holds his own identity as a senior and does not drink with everyone.

The female official surnamed Sun didn't like drinking, but just looked at the teenagers with a smile and shouted to fight.

The demon clan has always been good at drinking. Ximen Guang has a great alcohol tolerance and refuses everyone, but no one expected that Xinyan is not inferior to him at all. She drinks until she drinks, showing her style of a woman.

Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong were blushed and were in a mess. Murong Qianfan was desperately dealing with each other, and he was also shaking...

Until the moon passes through the sky, the wine battle will end.

Lao Ke slowly returned to the yard with Murong Qianfan, who was full of nonsense. Xinyan, who was sober, returned to the palace with the female official surnamed Sun. Ximen Guang held Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong, one left and one right, and slowly dragged him away...

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The next morning, Luo Feng and the other two got up early and came to the lakeside morning class together.

Before doing his merits, Ximen Guang pointed at the two of them and laughed at them. Zhao Hanyu was just fine. Qiu Hong, who was usually serious, was so anxious that he was very embarrassed.

After laughing and making noise, the three of them began to sit quietly and exercise their skills.

Two hours later, Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong stood up and left. Ximen Guang sat alone by the lake, and carried out the second level of the demon body transformation with all his might. Seeing that there was only one last level left, he would succeed within three or two days.

When the two returned to the library, Zhao Hanyu took a piece of paper from the desk and said to Qiu Hong: "This is the premise of using swords that I was inspired by the teacher and thought hard. You can take a look first, and then we will discuss it together."

Qiuhong nodded, took it, and sat on the floor and read it carefully.

After a while, he returned the paper to Zhao Hanyu and said with a disgusting look: "I can't learn your sword technique." After that, he lowered his head and turned into shame.

Zhao Hanyu was stunned, then suddenly realized and a little helpless.

He thought about it carefully and asked, "If you only take the first four items, can you do it?"

Qiu Hong frowned, pondered for a while, then nodded slowly and said, "You can try it out."

Zhao Hanyu took an unused piece of paper and kept writing it on it. When the whole piece of paper just filled, he handed it to Qiu Hong and said, "This is the detailed content of my fusion of ten sword techniques. Each move contains the first four techniques, but I did not indicate that if you can fully integrate these ten sword techniques before sunset, then you can still master a part of this way of sword movement."

Qiu Hong wiped the sweat from the gushing out of her forehead, and nodded after taking it.

This time, he only looked at the name of the sword move, then took the long sword, and began to practice after a moment of concentration.

The first move is that the clouds cross the Qinling Mountains, and the Qiu Hong makes it very authentic. The sword swept across the sky, and the meaning of clouds and mountains is completely revealed, and the style of everyone is the first to see everyone.

The second move, breaking the sky, requires sword force to flirt, and the true energy operation is also very different from the first move.

Qiu Hong's arm was already stretched, and at this time he wanted him to turn his arms back against the trend, and he couldn't help but twist it apart. Moreover, his true energy was halfway through, and he had to let it go home, which was simply helpless.

As soon as this move began, Qiu Hong almost stabbed himself when he returned to his sword. At the same time, his steps were intertwined and his center of gravity suddenly lost. Then the true energy backfired. His chest became hot, and he suddenly began to cough loudly, and then sat down.

Zhao Hanyu stood quietly aside, silent.

Qiu Hong sat on the ground and gasped for a while, lowered her head and thought silently.

After a moment, he stood up again, swept across his sword, then turned back and flirted with his legs crossed, and stood firmly on the ground.

But before the momentum of flirting with the sky was over, he began to cough again.

When the cough stopped slightly, he sat on the ground again, slowly regulating his breathing and thinking.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Hanyu's eyes lit up. He knew that Qiu Hong was very talented and had a very high understanding. He had already vaguely grasped the key points. If he tried repeatedly, there would always be success.

After all, Qiu Hong ranks third in the Feng Chu list and is at the forefront of the young genius in the entire Middle-earth continent. How could he be a dull and mediocre person? So how could he lack a firm mind?

The second time he set out his sword, he had found the trick to change his steps, so he was able to take a successful step.

The third time he sets the sword, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time... the countless times, he will definitely overcome the basic problems of fusion of body skills, true energy, sword angle, sword return time, etc.

Seeing that he had hope of success, Zhao Hanyu stopped watching. He walked to the bookshelf, took a few books on medical skills, and sat back to the desk to read quietly.

An hour passed, Qiu Hong was able to use the first three moves perfectly. At this time, he was constantly trying to use the three moves in reverse.

He asked for more than Zhao Hanyu. Not only did he have to use ten moves without any hindrance, but he also wanted to make the ten moves go over and over again.

For most of the day after that, the sword lights in the library hall continued, and from time to time, a few muffled groans or screams were heard to help the sword power.

At noon, Ximen Guang, who had finished his practice, came back and asked the two to go to the kitchen for lunch. Zhao Hanyu saw that Qiu Hong was extremely focused on using his sword, so he did not alarm him. After eating it himself, he brought back a meal and put it in front of Qiu Hong.

Qiuhong put down his long sword and sat on the floor. He raised his chopsticks and dug a few bites of the food into the mouth, then put down the rice bowl, and used the chopsticks as swords, constantly gestured.

Zhao Hanyu looked at it a few moves, and suddenly his heart moved.

He took a brush that he had never used before and came to Qiu Hong with a slight hand and foot.

At this time, Qiu Hong was about to pick up a piece of fat meat in front of him. Zhao Hanyu shook the pen in his hand and reached between his chopsticks. He picked it gently, and the fat meat fell back into the trading.

Qiu Hong raised his eyebrows and rushed down with his chopsticks. Zhao Hanyu came back and forth with his pen, which stopped him.

Qiu Hong held the chopsticks and tilted the pen tube aside, and turned the chopsticks slightly, still pointing straight at the fat piece of meat.

At this time, Zhao Hanyu's pen tube was flexibly circled several times, and in the process it greatly disturbed the accuracy of the chopsticks, and he could never touch the fat meat.

Qiu Hong stabbed several times, but still said he was useless. He frowned slightly, held the chopsticks and did not release them, secretly recalling and thinking.

Zhao Hanyu sat in front of him, holding a brush in his hand and smiling without saying a word.

Ximen Guang stood aside and watched several moves, feeling that the two of them were fighting back and forth, but they had no support from the true energy and had no viewing at all. So he went to meditate on his own and ignored them.

Qiu Hong thought for a while, and his eyebrows gradually calmed down.

He slowly walked down with his chopsticks, and when he was about to approach the fat, it was even slower, as if he stopped here.

Zhao Hanyu's expression changed, and the brush in his hand drew an arc downward, and he was about to swing him away.

Qiu Hong was calm and crossed his chopsticks, and actually blocked the pen tube with the tail of the chopsticks. Then the chopsticks sank slightly, and he had already touched the piece of fat meat. He then picked it up and the recycling momentum was extremely fast. He could just shout and put it into his mouth and chew it heavily.
Chapter completed!