For thousands of years, the Xu family in Qinghe has cultivated and studied the family. During the pre-Wei Dynasty, there were three prime ministers, more than a dozen ministers, and countless great Confucian scholars.

Xu Zhao can be regarded as an outlier. In a sense, he has some similarities with Fu Hongzhi under Pei Yue.

It's just that Fu Hongzhi was willing to give up the fame and convenience that his family background had brought him, and joined the southern camp of the Beijing Army as a small soldier. After being selected by Gu Liang, he was not arrogant or impetuous, and worked hard with Pei Yue. Xu Zhao was not at all

Without the courage, he used the name of the Xu family to worship many masters as his disciples, and practicing martial arts was not considered as exerting all his strength. It was okay to bluff people in the dandy circle, but he would only stare at the masters when he met them.

Such as this moment.

Xu Zhao also thought about saying a few words first. If he could scare Pei Yue away with his eloquence, he would definitely become famous in the future. But he had never seen Pei Yue's decisiveness with his own eyes, so how could he give it to him?

A chance for him to keep talking nonsense.

The strong wind blew against his face, and Xu Zhao's right hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably. He felt as if a huge wave was hitting him directly in front of him.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and it only took a split second from the moment Pei Yue took action until the light of the sword shone on his face.

Pei Yue frowned without a trace. He did not expect that this person would be so incompetent. He did not even have the courage to lift his sword to block it. He just stood there with dull eyes and trembling body.

With so many people watching, he couldn't kill the opponent directly, so the moment the steel knife came near, Pei Yue twisted his wrist and hit Xu Zhao's shoulder with the back of the knife, while at the same time withdrawing most of his internal energy.

Even so, Xu Zhao was still knocked away by the knife.

The noise suddenly stopped, and there was a dead silence outside the Sifang Pavilion.

In the eyes of the onlookers and the rich and powerful, this showdown was without any ups and downs.

I saw Pei Yue charging forward with a knife, Xu Zhao standing stupidly like a goose, and then the knife fell and flew away. It can be said that the beginning was ordinary and the end was indescribable.

Pei Yue leaned his sword on the ground and looked at Xu Zhao who fell on the ground with a strange expression. He shook his head and said: "Your name is Xu Zhao? Are you from the Xu clan in Qinghe? You should have said it earlier. Good scholars should learn from us warriors who wield swords and guns.

If I hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped my strength in time, I'm afraid half of your bones would have been broken by now."

His voice was so powerful that even people in the distance could hear it clearly.

Xu Zhao's companions in the compartment over there were furious. They first rushed forward to help Xu Zhao, who was looking ashamed, and then angrily yelled: "Fart! It was obviously you who attacked first!"

"Yes, Brother Xu is a gentleman. Even if you are practicing and sparring, you must follow the rules. Who would have thought that you would do it without saying anything?"

"Are all Liang people as rude as you?"

The crowd was furious and the situation was chaotic.

Pei Yue smiled nonchalantly, raised his finger and pointed at the young man standing at the front and said, "You are the second one."

The young man was also a ruthless character, and he considered himself to be a disciple of a general. He had devoted himself to martial arts since childhood, and the calluses on his hands had been rubbed off countless times. He immediately stood up and said with his head held high: "My name is Wang Xiu, and my father is Da Zhou Ping."

Uncle Ning, I came here today to learn from the Marquis of Zhongshan’s clever tactics.”

Pei Yue nodded and said: "Do you have any other rules that you can tell me, so as not to say that I bully you?"

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Wang Xiu laughed loudly and said: "Why do Marquis Zhongshan need to joke? There is no need for those red tapes when practicing martial arts. I have only one request. Marquis Zhongshan does not have to hold back. Even if I die by your sword today, Wang Xiu will never fall into the hands of our great Zhou Dynasty.

integrity!"

"Okay! Well said!" The people nearby clapped their hands loudly, and the atmosphere suddenly reached a climax.

Pei Yue looked at this person with some surprise and said leisurely: "It's a bit interesting."

Wang Xiu held his sword in his hand and said, "Please!"

The other powerful disciples took the initiative to move back, leaving a spacious enough space for the two of them.

Pei Yue suppressed the faint smile on his face, and his fierce aura gradually emerged.

In fact, he has never had many opportunities to fight with others. After he knocked Lu Jiang unconscious with a knife, the dandies in the capital almost avoided him, and they were even less likely to come to provoke him. As for the battlefield in the Western Territory, it was a real escape.

In fighting, there is no consideration for tricks or tricks. All moves and movements are just to kill the enemy in the shortest time.

Whether it was Mr. Xi's teachings at Green Willow Manor or Ye Qi's instructions to him later, he always said one thing repeatedly, that is, martial arts is for killing people, not for showmanship with fancy fists and embroidered legs.

Therefore, when Pei Yue became serious, Wang Xiu immediately felt a strong sense of oppression and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword hilt.

Not only did he feel this way, his companions nearby and even the people in the distance were vaguely aware of this iron-blooded killing momentum. Jian'an City has been peaceful for a hundred years, and its wealth and prosperity are almost intoxicating. On weekdays, at most, he encounters some green-skinned rogues.

It's a trivial matter to gather a crowd to fight. These people haven't smelled the smell of death for too long.

On a four-story building to the west, a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament and an elegant face looked at this scene from a distance and sighed softly: "Tell me, what is His Majesty thinking about at this time?"

Standing respectfully next to him was Shangguan Ding, the minister of rites of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. He reluctantly smiled and replied: "I dare not speak arbitrarily about the Sacred Heart."

The middle-aged man was Xu Huiyan, the chief assistant. He didn't care about Shangguan Ding's smoothness. He stretched out his hand to hold the railing and looked deeply at the extremely fierce duel in front of the Sifang Pavilion. He said in a deep voice: "Maybe let them see the blood.

It’s not a bad thing.”

Shangguan Ding glanced over there, and then said worriedly: "Sir, if Pei Yue is left unscathed today, it would be a bit..."

"Shameful?" A cold smile appeared on Xu Huiyan's face, and he shook his head and said: "Less than six hundred miles to the north are the three cities of Jiangling. Beiliang has been occupied for more than ten years. When have you ever seen them ashamed?"

Shangguan Ding sighed. He knew that Xu Huiyan's life in the court was not easy. It involved extremely complicated conflicts between the Nandu family represented by the Xu family in Qinghe and the local families. In addition, there was also the main battle between the court and the central government.

The tense struggle between the faction and the main faction.

Xu Huiyan not only had to take care of the government affairs, but also carefully handled the relationship between the various forces.

So he couldn't understand why Xu Huiyan had to come and see with his own eyes this seemingly huge but insignificant battle of spirits.

"Wang Xiu's courage is commendable, but the heat is still a lot worse."

Before Xu Huiyan finished speaking, the winner was already decided outside the gate of Sifang Pavilion.

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Pei Yue watched Wang Xiu being carried away by his companions with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He turned around and walked to the carved chair in front of the door to sit down and said calmly: "Next one."

The faces of the powerful disciples were gloomy. Xu Zhao's appearance in the battle was a complete accident. Pei Yue did not give him a chance to show off his eloquence at all. But Wang Xiu was different. Everyone had high hopes for him because he was a martial artist with a family background. Usually,

He was at the highest level. They expected Wang Xiu to defeat Pei Yue, but at the very least, they would have to fully exhaust the opponent's physical strength.

However, Wang Xiu only lasted less than half a stick of incense, and was beaten passively throughout the process.

Pei Yue learned swordsmanship from Mr. Xi, and was taught by Ye Qi. His style has been greatly expanded and combined, and he is moving forward. Occasionally, he will come up with extremely weird methods. Wang Xiu is no match for him.

On that tall building, Xu Huiyan was still standing calmly.
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