"You." Seeing that Wei Zhuang had revealed his thoughts, Gai Nie could only helplessly shake his head.
"If we talk about who knows us best in this world, apart from Master, it can only be each other. So, senior brother, I know your methods very well." Wei Zhuang showed a rare smile.
Meaning.
"Well, it seems I can only tell the truth. I'm probably in a similar situation to you, and I might have to ask someone to arrange a kiss." Gai Nie admitted.
"When the time comes, maybe we can be together." Wei Zhuang said.
"That's not a troublesome thing." Gai Nie said.
"Okay, now that my first doubt has been solved, let me solve my own doubts for my senior brother." As Wei Zhuang spoke, he looked ahead at a martial arts arena.
"We haven't sparred for many years, and now I really want to see how far you have cultivated." Gai Nie said without hiding his purpose.
"This is also what I want to do. Over the years, I have gained a lot on the battlefield. I have gained a lot of power. My initial fame started on the battlefield. Senior brother, you have been here all these years.
How can your understanding of swordsmanship in Xianyang be compared with that of me, a veteran on the battlefield? This time, you will definitely lose." Wei Zhuang said confidently.
He is absolutely different now than when he first started training.
The core of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship lies in the power of vertical and horizontal, and how can we cultivate the power of vertical and horizontal in the rivers and lakes? The only places where the power of vertical and horizontal can be truly cultivated are the courts and battlefields of various countries. Now, the countries are no longer there, but the court,
The battlefield remains the same, and Wei Zhuang himself is a person who has emerged from the battlefield.
At this time, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but feel lucky that he met the emperor early enough that the emperor at that time was still thinking of subduing him. Although the process of being subdued seemed a bit cruel, when he thinks of himself today, the blow he suffered at that time
Definitely worth it.
"Xiao Zhuang, don't be too confident. You must know that there is power in the battlefield, but there is power in the hearts of thousands of miles, isn't it?" Gai Nie said calmly.
Where does Wei Zhuang's confidence come from? As a senior brother, Ge Nie certainly knows, but he has a deeper confidence in his own strength.
"The battlefield is thousands of miles away, but the human heart is small? Senior brother, it seems that your time has not been wasted in these years. In this way, I am even more looking forward to our next contest. However, when the real contest begins, it will not be a battle of words.
, I hope that by then, senior brother's sword will be as sharp as his own words." Wei Zhuang said.
"Xiaozhuang, you are too confident. Although your sword skills have been sharpened by the battlefield, don't forget that I am in Xianyang, and in Xianyang, there is someone who is above the sword. He has already reached the point where you can't
The existence of the realm of understanding." Ge Nie said.
"You mean Your Majesty?" Wei Zhuang showed a solemn expression when he heard this. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene of being conquered by violence. That failure was more than just a swordsmanship for Wei Zhuang.
The failure is a dimensionality-reducing blow that directly hits the soul.
"I forgot to tell you that in addition to the official position of Lang Zhongling, I am also the swordsmanship teacher of all the young gentlemen, and part of the swordsmanship learned by the young gentlemen came from His Majesty," Gai Nie said.
"If that's the case, I'm looking forward to it even more." Wei Zhuang said eagerly.
He was once devastated because he lost that competition, but such thoughts have long since disappeared as the years passed.
Failure is certainly something that people don't want to face, but it also depends on who is defeated. Being defeated by such swordsmanship, defeated by the emperor, Wei Zhuang doesn't think that is a big deal.
A shameful thing.
If he could see that kind of swordsmanship again, Wei Zhuang wouldn't mind failing again. Unfortunately, in this world, there seems to be no one worthy of the emperor's help.
Fortunately, we might be able to detect some traces from our senior brother. Wei Zhuang thought in his mind.
"Wooden sword?" Soon, Wei Zhuang's expectation turned into surprise, because the sword in Gai Nie's hand turned out to be a wooden sword.
"A sword is a sword, there is no other distinction." Gai Nie said calmly.
"Sure enough, it still smells familiar, senior brother, here we go." Wei Zhuang smiled Lingran and slashed out with his sword.
When the shark-tooth sword in Wei Zhuang's hand intersected with the wooden sword in Gai Nie's hand, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but look solemn.
But at the moment of the fight, Wei Zhuang felt an extremely domineering sword power from Gai Nie's wooden sword. A wooden sword could possess such domineering sword power.
Wei Zhuang, who discovered this, couldn't help but smile. It was a smile that only Gai Nie could understand.
It’s getting more and more interesting and exciting.
When Wei Zhuang felt stimulated, Ying Zheng was also experiencing something very exciting, but this stimulation seemed a bit too much for Ying Zheng.
After using the hot springs in Lishan to wash away the smell on their bodies, Concubine Yan and Gongsun Li slowly woke up from the aftertaste of what they had just experienced.
For a time, the two women, who had known each other but were not familiar with each other, felt that from now on, they would have no secrets in each other's eyes.
After all, just now, the secrets that were the deepest in their hearts and could only be shared with Ying Zheng were seen by the other party, and it was not just as simple as being seen by him.
Because sight only comes from the eyes, and just now, when they shared each other's deepest secrets, it was not just visual sharing, but also auditory sharing, and tactile sharing.
The richness and depth of sharing...
For a moment, neither woman dared to think about it anymore.
I must go into seclusion next, I must go into seclusion. Concubine Yan looked at Gongsun Li who was wiping Ying Zheng's hair, and felt that she was obviously uncomfortable, but also had an inexplicable feeling of expectation.
That feeling made Concubine Yan very scared. She was afraid that she would sink under Ying Zheng's repeated demands.
Because she knew very well that this time she felt a greater happiness than last night, and that kind of happiness made Concubine Yan feel frightened.
She is afraid that she will become mediocre and lose her luster in mediocrity.
While Concubine Yan was deep in thought, Gongsun Li was whispering to Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, did what happened just now happen last night?" Gongsun Li leaned into Ying Zheng's ear and asked in a low voice.
"Not bad." Ying Zheng said.
"Then..." Gongsun Li said and shook her head quickly. She also had expectations, but more of them were afraid.
After all, they had already belonged to Ying Zheng when they were young girls. They were still very pure at that time, but now...