Martial Arts Gods: At the beginning, wear Narita Boguang

Chapter 45
While Zhen Zhibing was taking a comfortable bath here, Yang Kang was already angrily rushing to find his mother, Bao Xiruo.

Bao Xiruo is about [-] years old now, because he is pampered and well-maintained in the palace.

With a complexion like snow, a face as white as jade, and a delicate body, she is worthy of a lady.

It's just that at the moment she is sitting in a small broken hut, doing needlework with her own hands.

A suit of luxurious fine silk clothes looks out of place with this dilapidated hut.

"Mom! Why are you in this shabby hut again? I just went to your room to look for you, but I couldn't find anyone, so I made my trip for nothing."

"Kang'er, what do you want from me? Seeing that you are sweating profusely from running, come, my mother will wipe it off for you."

Faced with Yang Kang's complaints, Bao Xiruo didn't get angry, but pulled him into her arms, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

However, Yang Kang didn't appreciate it, he tried his best to break away from her, saying:
"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, don't treat me like a child."

"You, no matter how old you are, in mother's eyes, you are still a child!"

Bao Xiruo looked dotingly at his handsome son with thick eyebrows and big eyes, as if he saw Yang Tiexin.

Although she has been doted on by Wanyan Honglie for so many years and lost her body to him, she still can't forget Yang Tiexin.

Maybe you are in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han, that's it!
"Mom, I came to you because I have something important to ask you."

Yang Kang was a little out of breath.

"Kang'er, what's the matter with you? Did you pick up another injured puppy? Bring it here, mother will bandage it for you."

Bao Xiruo didn't know that the injured animals that Yang Kang brought to coax her in the past were all broken by his own hands, and then used for her to bandage.

I have to say that Yang Kang has been ruthless since he was a child!

For example, such a cute rabbit, such a smart puppy, he can break their legs and feet with a smile on his face.

"Mom, there is no puppy this time. I want to ask you, who is my real father?"

Hearing this, Bao Xiruo was startled, his face lost his smile, and he asked nervously, "Kang'er, why do you ask this question?"

Seeing her performance like this, Yang Kang felt a chill in his heart!
He is so smart, he didn't know that there must be something wrong, and he panicked.

"Mother, just tell me, who is my real father?"

Yang Kang is like a fish on a chopping board, knowing that he must die, but still wants to struggle twice.

"Kang'er, since you insist on asking, then I'll tell you. I thought I'd tell you later. The prince is indeed not your real father."

Bao Xiruo recalled the happy days with Yang Tiexin in Niujia Village, and couldn't help but tears welled up his eyes.

As a weak woman, she has been bearing the psychological burden of being unfaithful to her dead husband and taking care of her young son all these years. Her heart is also full of grievances.

"what?"

Yang Kang sat down on the ground.

He was like a prisoner condemned to death at last, losing all hope at once.

"Mother, are you lying to me? The prince is my father, he treats me so well! How could he not be my real father?!"

Yang Kang grabbed Bao Xiruo's hand, hoping that she would give the answer he wanted.

Since Yang Kang already knew about it, there was no need to hide it. Bao Xiruo immediately told Yang Kang what happened back then.

From Qiu Chuji passing by Niujia Village, to the end when she was rescued by Wanyan Honglie with the child in her stomach, and finally settled in this Prince Zhao's Mansion.

"No wonder my master and younger brother never call me Wanyan Kang! So my surname is Yang!"

After listening to Bao Xiruo's narration, Yang Kang's mood finally stabilized. Suddenly, he had a suspicion in his heart, that is: this incident was too coincidental, as if someone deliberately arranged it.Could it be...

However, he deliberately didn't want to think about that aspect, but changed his mind and said:
"Mother, since this matter has been going on for more than ten years, don't you ever mention it again, okay? Since my own father, Yang Tiexin, died more than ten years ago, then you should stop thinking about it. Okay? Kanger begs you!"

Bao Xiruo looked at Yang Kang begging himself pitifully, felt soft in his heart, and immediately agreed: "Okay, mother, I won't mention it in the future."

……

Coming out of the thatched hut, Yang Kang only felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

He hates himself!

Hate myself for not being Prince Zhao's own son!

Lord Zhao is so good, so powerful!

There are mountains of gold and silver in the mansion!

In addition, he also hated the person who exposed this matter.

Bao Xiruo is his mother, so he has no idea.But Zhen Zhibing, he was very dissatisfied.

It seems that you know a lot, right?

What's wrong with being surnamed Wanyan?
Make sure my surname is Yang!

can't you just shut up
He secretly thought about it, he wanted to find a chance to make Zhen Zhibing shut up forever!

If possible, it's best to make Qiu Chuji shut up, so that no one else will know about it!
……

Of course, Zhen Zhibing didn't know the hatred in Yang Kang's heart.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care!
After all, he was always ready to complete the task of "cutting off Wanyan Honglie". Sooner or later, he and Yang Kang and his son would be bitter enemies.

For the past few days, Zhen Zhibing lived in Prince Zhao's mansion, where he ate, drank, and was chic, and then forced Yang Kang to practice kung fu every morning and evening, tossing him to death.

Sometimes he would even think to himself: If Yang Kang is forced to practice so hard by himself, he won't make great progress in martial arts, and eventually beat Guo Jing, right?It seems that it is not so good!

Fortunately, Yang Kang is not as persevering as Guo Jing!

After being tortured by him for a few days, he couldn't stand it any longer, and started to excuse himself from other things to slack off practicing, and Zhen Zhibing was happy to be at ease.

I thought I was really worrying for nothing.

Compared with Guo Jing, Yang Kang's mind is ten times smarter, but on the contrary, the spirit of studying hard is also ten times worse.

Maybe in the early days of learning martial arts, Yang Kang could beat Guo Jing by relying on his clever mind, but after a long time, he is absolutely impossible to be Guo Jing's opponent!

Heaven rewards hard work, how can there be any shortcut to learning martial arts?
(System: Are you shameless? Have you practiced for a day?)

……

After spending a few months in Prince Zhao's mansion, Zhen Zhibing inspected the entire layout and terrain of Prince Zhao's mansion at night when he had nothing to do.

His lightness kung fu is high, and his internal energy is strong, and every night, no one in the entire Prince Zhao's mansion notices.

That night, he was going to go out and cut Wanyan Honglie.

(Wanyan Honglie: Trembling!)

The night was dark, and everyone in Prince Zhao's mansion had rested except for the guards who were still on duty tremblingly.

Zhen Zhibing, who changed into night clothes and covered his face, quietly opened the window of his room.

He flew out of the window, avoiding the servant girl that Yang Kang arranged for him, who was dozing off at the door, and flew onto the roof.

The roof is made of slippery glazed tiles, and it is easy for ordinary cats to slip when standing on it.But for Zhen Zhibing, who possessed the second-grade Golden Goose Art, it was still as if he was walking on flat ground, and he was silent.

Like a light body, he walked around several courtyards from the roof, and Zhen Zhibing landed on the roof of Wanyan Honglie's bedroom.

As the master of Prince Zhao's Mansion, Wanyan Honglie lived in a huge courtyard. If he wanted to approach from the ground, he would have to pass through the outer courtyard guarded by several layers of guards, which was quite difficult.

Zhen Zhibing couldn't help complaining: This guy is quite afraid of death, and his own safety protection is very strict!
But these are of no use to Zhen Zhibing who came from the sky.

Martial arts masters can do whatever they want!

Zhen Zhibing bypassed the guards on duty, and landed lightly under the eaves of Wanyan Honglie's bedroom.

The windows of Wanyan Honglie's bedroom are not pasted with ordinary window paper, but high-quality silk, which is fine white and translucent, allowing light to pass through but blocking the line of sight.

Of course, Zhen Zhibing didn't need to look through the window to see if Wanyan Honglie was fast asleep, he only needed to use his deep internal strength to listen to the sound of breathing in the room to judge.

The steady breathing in the room told him that there was a man and a woman leaning against each other, already fast asleep.

Zhen Zhibing thought to himself that this was Wanyan Honglie and Bao Xiruo.

So he immediately secretly used his internal strength to break the window bolt behind the window, then pushed open the window silently, and flew into the room.

The room was quiet, and there were two maids on watch outside who were already fast asleep.

Zhen Zhibing couldn't help but think to himself that these wealthy families really know how to play, the master and his wife are doing business inside, and there are beautiful maids guarding outside, this is a bit too exciting, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
It can only be said that he has too little experience, and he doesn't know how much the rich and noble people are playing these days.

Stepping gently around the maid who was watching the night like a civet cat, Zhen Zhibing entered the room, touched the side of the bed, carefully opened the curtain, saw that there were indeed Wanyan Honglie and Bao Xiruo inside, and was overjoyed.

A few days ago, these two people had personally entertained him, Yang Kang's younger brother, the proud disciple of Quanzhen Sect.

Zhen Zhibing knew that even if some people were asleep, they would wake up as soon as they were stared at, so he didn't dare to look at Yan Honglie's face too much.

Pulling out the sword in his hand, he aimed at Wanyan Honglie's lower abdomen, stabbed out with the sword, and stirred up Wanyan Honglie's right and wrong.

Seeing that scene, Zhen Zhibing himself felt that it was horrible, and he couldn't bear it.

"what……"

Wanyan Honglie only felt severe pain in his lower body, and he woke up from his sleep suddenly, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

At this time, Zhen Zhibing heard the system prompt: "Congratulations to the host for completing the task of 'cutting Wanyan Honglie', rewarding 1000 merit points."

Seeing that the task had been completed, Zhen Zhibing didn't delay, took three steps at a time and flew out from the window where he came in, turned over on the roof, and disappeared on the roof in the distance within a few breaths.

Then he avoided everyone and went back to his room, pretending to be asleep.

Of course, before returning, he did not forget to wipe off the blood on his sword.

Following Wanyan Honglie's screams, Bao Xiruo next to him woke up first, and immediately asked in panic, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Bao Xiruo couldn't see anything, but she smelled the smell of blood in her nose, and immediately felt bad.

"There are assassins!"

Enduring the severe pain, Wanyan Honglie stretched out his hand to cover his injured area, and replied.

He wasn't stupid, of course he wouldn't think he was bitten by a snake, insect, rat, or ant.

At this time, the two maidservants who were watching the night also woke up. They only saw a black figure flashing in front of them, and then the window rang, and there was no more sound, and immediately shouted: "Someone is here, there is an assassin."

"Hurry up and hold the lamp!"

Bao Xiruo hastily ordered.

She has always liked to treat small animals, so she naturally knew that Wanyan Honglie must be injured right now and needs to be treated quickly.

As for the matter of catching the assassin, those two helpless little maids obviously had no hope.

As the maid lit up the huge fish oil candle, Bao Xiruo was stunned when she saw the blood gushing out from Wanyan Honglie's body.

This... is too cruel!

Can the prince still be humane from now on?Probably not!
She hurriedly asked the servant girl to invite the doctor in the mansion, and at the same time helped Yan Honglie bandage up first.

It's just that for some reason, she thought that Wanyan Honglie would no longer be humane, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

For her, every time she played sports with Wanyan Honglie, she would inevitably feel a great sense of guilt in her heart, feeling sorry for the dead Yang Tiexin.

Now that Wanyan Honglie is crippled, she no longer has to face this kind of suffering.

It's just that she is kind-hearted, and she feels that this kind of thinking is very wrong: the prince is so miserable, how can she not feel sorry for him?

For a moment, Bao Xiruo was entangled.

Something happened to King Zhao, and the whole Prince Zhao's mansion was in turmoil.

Yang Kang broke into Wanyan Honglie's room immediately, and asked anxiously, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

At this time Wanyan Honglie had already passed out from the pain, and Bao Xiruo was bandaging him, sweating profusely.

Seeing Yang Kang coming, he ordered without raising his head: "Kang'er, there are assassins assassinating your prince, and your prince is injured. You should hurry and call all the doctors in the palace to treat him."

"What? Assassins?"

Yang Kang suddenly had a thought in his mind, that is: if Wanyan Honglie dies, can he directly inherit the throne?

But then he dismissed this idea, for the past fifteen or sixteen years, he has always treated Wanyan Honglie as his own father and filial piety, that's called a loving father and filial piety!

Seeing that Bao Xiruo was sweating profusely from work, he knew that the matter was urgent, so he ran out of the room immediately. While having the doctor called, he summoned the guards and began to search everywhere for the assassin.

The entire Prince Zhao's Mansion was in chaos.

……

Early the next morning, Yang Kang went to greet Wanyan Honglie again, at this time Wanyan Honglie had already woken up, half lying on the bed drinking the ginseng soup that Bao Xiruo personally fed him.

Although his masculine dignity was gone, but with Bao Xiruo's timely bandaging and Wang's doctor's all-out rescue, his life was saved, but it was inevitable that he would have to recuperate in bed for a while.

"Father, how are you?"

"Kang'er, it's all right, I just got some injuries. How about it, did the assassin catch it?"

Although Wanyan Honglie's tone was flat, Yang Kang could hear the volcanic hatred in his heart!
Of course he didn't know that his father Wanyan Honglie was already an eunuch now!

This can definitely be regarded as the greatest insult to a man!

"Father, my son is ashamed. I searched the entire palace and found no assassin. If you dare to enter the palace to assassinate, the assassin must be a master of martial arts. Maybe he has already run out of the city."

Yang Kang shook his head dejectedly.

"A master of martial arts? That's unreasonable! Kanger, isn't your master from the Quanzhen sect, the largest sect in the world? Can you write to ask your master to send some disciples from the Quanzhen sect to the mansion as guards?"

Wanyan Honglie trembled with anger.

"Master? Let's forget it. The Quanzhen sect is all monks. It's inconvenient. I think we should recruit some experts from the Jianghu."

Yang Kang thought to himself that Zhen Zhibing forced me to practice kung fu every day, tossing me to death. If I really want to recruit a group of brothers and sisters, then I can't live well?

As the young prince of the Dajin Kingdom, he loves cockfighting, wine and beauties!

It's not eating fast, chanting scriptures, meditating and practicing swords!
Is that kind of life a human life?

"Okay, Kang'er, you can go ahead and do it. The more masters the better, you can use the gold and silver treasures in the mansion as you like, so you must quickly recruit some masters. This time their target is only me, next time if I get hurt Kanger, you or your mother, we will regret it later."

Wanyan Honglie's pure heart was completely hurt by Zhen Zhibing's sneak attack that didn't talk about martial arts. Only now did he know that those soldiers in the mansion with their helmets on their armor and looking mighty and extraordinary were just trying to frighten ordinary people. In front of real martial arts masters, it is useless at all, it is purely a display.

"Yes, Father."

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