My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

In the yard, the killing atmosphere became more and more intense, as if countless sword blades were shaking and colliding like wind chimes, making a crisp tinkling sound.

In the lotus pond, the lotus leaves fell here and there, and the two koi in the pond were frightened and scrambled into the depths of the pond.

"Ha ha……"

The old man smiled, and unhurriedly stroked the edge of the teacup with the tea lid.

"Grandmaster Chen doesn't need to be so tense."

"General Luo is the third son of the King of Zhenbei. He has already disarmed, but now he has returned to fight on the battlefield. How could this old man hurt the family members of the warriors who fought for the dynasty?"

said the old man, the expression on his face gradually serious.

After hearing this, Steward Chen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the tense atmosphere in the courtyard dissipated.

"As the vice president of the Sitian Academy, it is impossible to do such a careless thing. The old man has half a foot in the loess, so there is no need to ruin his reputation like this before entering the earth."

The old man put down the teacup and said.

"That makes sense."

Butler Chen nodded, expressing his agreement with this sentence.

Looking at the extremely messy lotus pond, the old man smiled again, and slipped out a piece of talisman paper from his wide-sleeved robe, slowly tossing it like a flower.

The talisman flew up, turning into a golden light and sweeping across the lotus pond, and the scattered lotus and lotus leaves that had been cut by the invisible sword energy returned to their original shape one after another.

This move alone made Butler Chen narrow his eyes.

"Master Chen, you should have heard about the matter in Beijing..."

The old man sighed.

"I don't know what that person in the deep palace wants to do. My senior brother once used a hexagram to calculate the fate of the country. I don't know the specific hexagram, but he stays behind closed doors."

"At present, in the court, the crown prince is the head and supports the establishment of the 'Concubine Xuanyu'. The officials account for half, and the remaining half are mostly Confucian scholars in the academy. They are headed by King Zhenbei and oppose the establishment of the concubine."

The old man described the current situation in the imperial capital, while Steward Chen was silent while drinking tea.

"The king of Zhenbei, I admire him very much. He was the founding father of the country. He had seven sons. He lost five sons and lost one son. Only the third son, General Luo, was covered in scars. It can be said that they are full of loyalty.”

The old man raised his head, his eyes fluctuated, full of emotion.

Butler Chen's body couldn't help trembling, and he let out a long sigh.

"The king of Zhenbei shouldn't have spoken out about this incident." Steward Chen said in a muffled voice.

"Master Luo risked his life to come back because of this, and because of this, Master Luo's heirs were hunted and killed by evil spirits..."

Butler Chen's words became more and more dull.

"The king of Zhenbei is an outstanding man, but he saved the entire dynasty, but he can't help the Luo family."

The old man was silent, he couldn't answer Butler Chen's words.

For an existence like King Zhenbei, the merits and demerits of an existence will be judged by future generations.

The old man coughed lightly, and brought the topic back: "Master Chen must have misunderstood. Mr. Luo was attacked by evil spirits, and he has nothing to do with this old man. You can swear on it."

"The old man's coming this time is actually the prince's intention. The purpose is to bring Mr. Luo and Ms. Luo to Beijing."

The old man sat up straight, looked at Butler Chen, and said seriously.

"Entering Beijing? Absolutely not."

Butler Chen shook his head, and refused righteously.

Today's Kyoto is a meat grinder. Even a cultivator like him may not be able to get out of the capital once he enters the capital, let alone Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao.

"Master Chen... I brought them into Beijing to protect them."

The old man said seriously.

"Protection? How about protection?" Chen Butler laughed, but the smile was a little cold and sarcastic.

The old man sighed, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Grandmaster Chen, don't believe it..."

"Now the matter of His Majesty accepting a concubine can no longer be hidden, Hu people from northern Xinjiang,

Both the Great Zhou and the Great Chu dynasties have also received news... Now, countless strong men have sneaked into the Great Xia, and there are even some high-ranking and unpredictable people in the Great Xia..."

"Their purpose is very simple, to detonate the conflict between the prince and King Zhenbei, and plunge the court into civil strife."

The old man continued to speak, his words were like a thunderous bell.

"And the most important fuse that detonated the conflict between the crown prince and King Zhenbei was General Luo. Back then, General Luo lost his wife and turned against King Zhenbei. If General Luo lost his children again now, he would definitely go crazy. Get up immediately!"

"The place where General Luo disarmed and returned to the fields has long been exposed. From now on, Anping County will no longer be safe!"

"Do you think it's a coincidence that Mr. Luo encountered evil spirits repeatedly?"

"The evil spirits of the evil sect of heaven and earth are also attacking in secret. Those evil spirits can't wait for the world to be in chaos..."

The voice of the words was sonorous and powerful in the courtyard, resounding everywhere.

Chen Butler was silent for a long time, and after that, his eyes gradually became as sharp as knives!

"Dare to come, Chen... dare to kill!"

...

Luo Hong and Zhao Donghan practiced against each other for half a day and benefited a lot.

Zhao Donghan is not an ordinary guard. Guards at the eighth-rank martial arts level are proper commander-level figures in the army.

The combat skills are sophisticated, and there are some endless means.

When Luo Hong fought against him, he was basically crushed.

However, Luo Hong became more and more joyful as he fought more and more, as if he felt immersed in it, and he also had a deeper understanding of the use of sword energy.

Zhao Donghan was very shocked. At the beginning, Luo Hong was a noob in fighting. In Zhao Donghan's eyes, Luo Hong's fighting skills were full of loopholes, and he could easily find loopholes.

However, every time Luo Hong fails, he will not make the same mistake next time.

He even concluded by himself that although his combat skills were still rough, they were no less than those of veterans who had fought on the battlefield.

"Young master's fighting talent... so enchanting!"

"Worthy of being the son of a general!"

Zhao Donghan's eyes flickered brightly.

As soon as a move was touched, Luo Hong was drenched in sweat, and retreated a few steps to stabilize his figure.

Zhao Donghan stood still, and the physical strength of an eighth-rank martial artist far surpassed ordinary people.

"Old Zhao, I have a self-developed sword move here, come and feel it."

Luo Hong said.

Zhao Donghan's eyes narrowed and became serious.

The feet take a step, and the gesture is to subdue the tiger.

"Young master, come!"

Luo Hong stared at Zhao Donghan, feeling horrified in his heart. At this moment, Zhao Donghan seemed to give him the feeling of a tiger descending the mountain. Faintly, his blood seemed to form a colorful tiger behind him.

Luo Hong stabilized his mind and was not affected.

The tip of the sword fell down, and he let out a breath slowly.

The sword energy in the meridians began to flow in thin air.

One, two, three...

After stacking five sword qis in a row, Luo Hong found that his meridian endurance seemed to be stronger than before. Tolerable limit.

Zhao Donghan kept his posture, his eyes fixed.

"Sword Qi superimposes nine... It's just a discussion, the young master is crazy, want to commit suicide?!"

However, soon, he discovered to his astonishment that Luo Hong had actually withstood the superimposed sword energy.

The iron sword in Luo Hong's hand trembled unbearably, and made a sound of sword cry.

Zhao Donghan's hair was standing on end, and a young master with a ninth-grade Qi sword cultivation gave him a sense of oppression like an eight-grade waterfall sword cultivation!

at the same time.

By the lotus pond.

Steward Chen sent the old man away, and he couldn't help being surprised when he sensed the violent sword energy rushing up in the courtyard.

Taking a step forward, it was like shrinking the ground into an inch, and when he reappeared, he was outside Luo Hong's courtyard.

Just in time to see the scene where Luo Hong piled up nine sword qi in a row and shot a thick sword qi at Zhao Donghan.

Butler Chen's eyes froze for a moment.

Folding swords nine times, so presumptuously promoting his talent in the way of swordsmanship.

This son, as if he was born for the sword!

Vigorous and radiant, as if he was young.

PS: Monday, looking for freshly released recommendation tickets~