Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 113 Shadow, or Illusion?
"There is also the third move, the fifth move, the eighth move...these moves contain endless killing intent, but the true meaning of the original swordsmanship suddenly blooms out of the essence from the hidden clumsiness. However, in order to make the swordsmanship look extremely handsome, So I discarded that clumsy side. But I don’t know that in this way, I will lose the true meaning of swordsmanship.”

Ying Zige continued.

Wei Zhuang couldn't help frowning, thinking carefully about the experience of these moves.

Then subconsciously, he was slowly waving the long sword in his hand to practice those moves.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Nima!

It was exactly as the kid said.

Although using these sword techniques according to his method, it seems very clumsy and has no aesthetic feeling.

But the original intention of creating these sword techniques is to kill the enemy, not to be handsome.

There is still room for improvement in his swordsmanship?
I don't even know!

He didn't expect that the thirteenth son, who was called a waste, would know everything about it.

"What the hell are you..."

"You must want to ask me how I know. But I won't tell you. But I can tell you that there is a killer move hidden in the fifth move, but you also took the initiative to use this move to look cool. discarded."

As Ying Zige kept talking, Wei Zhuang was immersed in swordsmanship again.

His swordsmanship was fast and slow, and he no longer had the appearance of deliberately seeking superiority before.

Although some sword techniques are very clumsy, the sword light that blooms after hiding is like a spring that has been severely suppressed, erupting with the strongest explosive power at the last moment.

"That's right, this trick is much more subtle."

"Just now your shoulders faltered a bit. If you don't want to, if you meet a real master, something big will happen."

"Your butt should be up with that move, why not? Is it because you don't have confidence in your butt?"

"Ahem, although this sudden upward movement is a bit unsightly and will be scolded by some female swordsmen as a hooligan, but how can you change the original true meaning of Guigu swordsmanship for the sake of your own image?"

……

Following Ying Zige's non-stop pointers, Wei Zhuang was completely immersed in the perfection of his swordsmanship at this moment.

As the sword technique became more and more perfect, Wei Zhuang became more and more frightened.

Soon he discovered horribly that the power of his sword technique had more than doubled after being instructed by the opponent.

Before, he was still complacent, thinking that he had improved the Guigu sword technique, so that he could finally use the sword technique on the premise of being very handsome.

Handsome and sharp.

Who else is smarter than me?

But at this moment, he realized that when he got something, he lost something more important.

"There is one last resort..."

At this moment, while talking, Ying Zige closed his mouth, the smile on his face was not only unpredictable, but also a little treacherous.

"How about the last move?" Wei Zhuang's eyes were full of anticipation, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you want to learn? As long as you help me do one thing, I will pass it on to you."

Ying Zige smiled slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked like he had succeeded in a trick.

"What conditions?" Wei Zhuang, who was completely attracted at the moment, didn't realize that this was a trap at all, and couldn't wait to ask.

Ying Zige laughed again.

Who said that if you boil a frog in warm water, the frog will jump out?
Isn't there a cooked one?

……

Xianyang City.

The streets were full of voices.

In a small corner, a large and exquisite courtyard rises from the ground.

The doormen are playing with guns and sticks, looking enthusiastic.

And in the hall, Zhao Gao sat on that black chair, resting his chin on the back of his hand, with a very gloomy expression.

He had already received news from the palace that the matter of rescuing the young master Fusu was not handed over to his own snare, but to the trash Ying Zige.

Just thinking about it made him feel depressed for a while.

Could it be that the trap in His Majesty's heart is not as good as a small trash.

He couldn't help but a cold light flickered in his eyes.

"Young Master Thirteen, you actually volunteered to go to the land of the Huns. Just relying on your two followers? Hmph, only a fool would carry out this mission."

"That's a narrow-death mission, maybe you will die on the way soon. I can help you with this..."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and suddenly he revealed the most sinister smile.

The thirteenth son's mission this time was carried out in secret.

No one is connected in it.

Even Ying Zheng couldn't grasp Ying Zige's whereabouts.

If he disappeared on the way, no one knows exactly how he disappeared.

Thinking of this, he already had an idea in his mind.

Then he quickly wrote a secret letter.

"Zhao Gang!"

"Here!" A doorman walked in quickly and knelt down on the ground respectfully.

"Immediately take this secret letter to Thirty Mile Shop outside the city and hand it to Lame Ma. You don't have to ask about the rest."

"Yes!" Zhao Gang nodded, took the secret letter respectfully with both hands, and then disappeared in front of Zhao Gao's eyes.

"Young Master Thirteen, as long as that person receives the secret letter, he will intercept and kill you on the way. Even if you are very strong, so what? I can guarantee that these people will definitely make you die without a place to die."

"No one who went to perform the mission can come back alive."

He murmured, with a hint of revenge on his face.

Let yourself kneel in front of him and kowtow a hundred times?

This kind of humiliation is enough to make those civil and military officials laugh for three days and three nights. No matter what, they must return this humiliation a hundredfold.

"Master Zhao? How is your forehead?"

At this moment, a mean voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhao Gao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head slowly.

Damn, I was all overwhelmed by this kid, and I was hallucinating.

Fortunately, I don't have to face that kid in the future, because that kid is very fast...

"Why does Mr. Zhao ignore him? Is it because I asked you to kowtow?"

The mean voice sounded again.

"hiss!"

Zhao Gao couldn't help but gasped, his face suddenly darkened.

Outside the door, a person dressed in white floated in.

"Thirteen... Thirteenth son?" Zhao Gao was taken aback, never expecting that the other party would come to visit him.

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, he finally squeezed out a smile on his face: "Young master came to the humble house, and it made the place flourish. Why didn't you see the housekeeper's notice?"

"The butler originally wanted to report, but I slapped him away with a single slap. Given the relationship between Master Zhao and I, do you still need to report?" Ying Zige raised his brows and said arrogantly.

"That's that, that's that." Zhao Gao nodded, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his heart was extremely messy.

relationship?

What does Lao Tzu have to do with you?
What's the point of coming here?
(End of this chapter)