The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

The sun is rising, and it is full of warmth.

When Ye Gucheng walked out of the courtyard where he lived, he met the son of Prince Nan in white.

Since Sikong Zhaixing informed Queen Nan about the prince's news, the prince also changed his clothes and adjusted his behavior, with gentle eyes and gentle smiles.

"City Lord Ye."

The boy in white said hello in a warm voice, but his own arrogance still remained in his brows and eyes.

After all, the son of the Southern Prince has never seen His Highness the Crown Prince with his own eyes, but only tried to imitate the appearance of the Crown Prince from the narration and corrections of others.Ye Gucheng didn't know much about His Highness the Prince, so he couldn't evaluate the degree of imitation of the Prince Nan, but he knew the Prince Nan in the past, and he watched the Prince Nan become what he is today.

"Sir."

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly as usual.

The two were relatively silent. The Prince Nan had realized a long time ago that they had nothing to say between them. He said hello and took the lead to leave. Ye Gucheng nodded indifferently and passed by the young man in white.

Nanwang was not too restrained in Ye Gucheng's behavior, but he was not so big as to let him act alone. When Ye Gucheng walked out of the back door of Nanwang's mansion, Nanwang's confidants followed him secretly.

A confidant is not only the confidant of Nan Wang, but also the eyeliner of the Marquis of Divine Power.

Ye Gucheng was really surprised when he was tempted by Nanwang's "confidant" at the beginning, even though he was always as stable as Mount Tai, his face changed slightly at that time.

Being able to put eyeliner in Nanwang's mansion, and this eyeliner has become Nanwang's confidant, Fang Yingkan's ambition and ability to pick people are enough to be admired.

At that time, Ye Gucheng already wanted to break the boat. He was coerced by the Southern King, and he agreed to do the great thing of treason for the Southern King for the sake of the people of Baiyun City.

Everyone praised Marquis Shentong, but Ye Gucheng met him under the guidance of his eyeliner, but felt that the other party's mind was treacherous and unfathomable.

And at this moment, he was going to see that Marquis of Divine Ability.

The people in Bianjing City were full of voices and it was very lively. Ye Gucheng, wearing a veiled hat, lowered his head and entered the restaurant that Fang Yingkan had agreed in advance.

Fang Yingjian was still in the carriage at the moment, he stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, thinking of Ye Gucheng who was about to meet him, his smile deepened slightly.

The sun is warm, the sky is clear and blue, the clouds are not stained, the birds flutter past, and the distant mountains are covered with black.In late summer and early autumn, the scenery is pleasant.

A crimson figure suddenly jumped into Fang Yingkan's eyes. He looked closely and found that that crimson figure was Zhao Jueming whom he had only seen not long ago.

The young man in crimson clothes stood on the roof, looking very small under the vast sky, Fang Ying couldn't see his expression, until the carriage drove away from the street, Zhao Jueming was still standing on the roof, motionless.

Fang Yingkan couldn't see the young man at all, so he looked away slowly, feeling weird.

He had inspected Zhao Jueming's residence, and when he learned that it was the inn of Prince Taiping's son, he ordered people to stop it.

Unlike the prince of Nanwang who was hiding in the Nanwang Mansion, the prince of Taiping traveled all over the world and only returned to Bianjing once a year or so.Fang Ying knew that his strength was unfathomable, and he and Prince Taiping had been living in peace.

Seeing Zhao Jueming standing on the roof of Prince Taiping's inn now, Fang Yingkan was in a strange mood.

The carriage left slowly, and Zhao Huan on the roof of the inn didn't notice the sight coming from a few streets away. At this moment, he came back to his senses and looked away from the majestic green hills outside the city.

[I don’t know if you have heard such a sentence during the years when you were Ah Piao. 】The system said in a deep tone, 【'Both the idiot and the smoke like high places. ']

Zhao Huan: [Am I smoke? 】

System: [No, you are an idiot. 】

[I know that the weather has turned cool and warm recently, which is a good time for you to lie flat and bask in the sun in a daze. When you stand still like a log, you are no longer beautiful, but it will make people start to wonder from the beginning to wonder-why you are like a log. 】

system said.

Zhao Huan misunderstood the point again, and asked in confusion: [Why do you speak so sincerely? 】

The system was angry: [Because I was the one who was amazed by you at first and then thought you were a piece of wood! 】

Zhao Huan was stunned, and comforted it: 【I stand so high, no one will look up on purpose, and no one will see me except you. 】

The system said quietly: [Really?You look down now. 】

Zhao Huan lowered his head as he said, his Taiping cousin was standing in the courtyard, staring up at him expressionlessly.

"..."

Zhao Huan looked even more dazed, although talking with the system distracted his attention, so that he failed to notice Gong Jiu walking out from under the eaves in time, but the other party's silent appearance also showed his extraordinary martial arts.

Gong Jiu frowned slightly, raised her head and asked, "Why are you standing on the roof?"

Zhao Huan replied: "It's cool at the top, I'll go up to blow some air."

He seemed to have no intention of going down, so Gong Jiu still raised his head when Zhao Huan answered.

There are very few people who can make Gong Jiu look up to, Zhao Huanping took advantage of him for nothing.

Gong Jiu withdrew his gaze, glanced at him one last time, and left.

The two lived under the same roof, but there were very few conversations. Zhao Huan avoided it on purpose, while Gong Jiu was cold and uninterested.

Seeing Gong Jiu leave, Zhao Huan jumped down, holding the sword at his waist, and decided to practice sword outside the city as usual.

The trees outside the city are full of shade, the breeze is blowing, and the leaves are rustling.

The silver light in the forest suddenly appeared, and the color of autumn frost was inviolable. Fallen leaves were flying, and a yellowed leaf fell on the tip of the sword. Zhao Huan's eyes were fixed, and the fallen leaves were shaken away.

Zhao Huan remained calm, tapped his toes, and with a leap of luck, he had already jumped to the place where the sound came from, and pointed his sword at the person behind the tree.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Zhao Huan was slightly surprised, lowered his hand slightly, and said hello to him: "Senior Wang."

The person standing behind the tree is Wang Lianhua, the young man with thousands of faces who ran away on the day he entered Bianjing and never returned.

Young Master Feiyi glanced at Qiushuangjian, and said with a smile, "Zhao Jueming, your sword skills are getting better and better."

Zhao Huan inserted the Qiushuang sword back into the scabbard, raised his hand to touch the hilt, and said, "It's not the best yet."

Wang Lianhua raised her eyebrows and said: "On the day of the final battle, you may gain something by going to watch."

Zhao Huan did not forget "Zhao Jueming"'s reason for entering Bianjing, and nodded: "Senior knows, I came to Bianjing just for this."

Wang Lianhua smiled slightly, Zhao Huan asked again strangely: "Senior is gone forever, why did you appear here?"

Wang Lianhua: "I left Bianjing for something, and I will be back soon. I happened to see you practicing sword here."

This place is indeed close to the official road, it would not be surprising if Wang Lianhua suddenly became interested and went into the jungle.

Zhao Huan didn't ask any more questions, and left under the tree side by side with him, walked out of the woods, and said: "Senior has been away for a long time, A Fei and A Tian miss you very much."

Wang Lianhua smiled: "Do they really miss me?"

Zhao Huan: "I can't believe it."

Wang Lianhua: "How is Ah Fei?"

Zhao Huan laughed: "I get up early every day to practice swords, and I am very energetic."

Wang Lianhua asked again: "What about Ah Tian?"

Zhao Huan: "It's still the same as before, senior, you know."

Wang Lianhua smiled slightly: "Really?"

Zhao Huan looked at him and asked, "What is it?"

Wang Lianhua showed some doubts: "...Zhao Jueming, what do you mean by that?"

Zhao Huan said slowly: "Senior Wang would not call Ah Tian A Tian in private."

Wang Lianhua would indeed call Yu Tianbao A-Tian, ​​but rarely.Young Master Qianmian seemed to be unable to accept this overly intimate address, and he would not call him if he could. When he mentioned Yu Tianbao to Zhao Huan in private, he would call him by his full name.

And the Wang Lianhua in front of her didn't seem to know this.

Young Master Feiyi's smile faltered slightly, but slowly became bright again, and he said: "It seems that Wang Lianhua really has a good relationship with you, and you are smart enough."

Zhao Huan nodded reservedly: "Thank you for the compliment."

The next moment Zhao Huan pulled out his sword, Young Master Fei Yi stepped back quickly to distance himself from him, and the two of them looked at each other from a long distance.

Young Master Fei Yi, who was pretending to be Wang Lianhua, said in amazement: "I noticed when you practiced the sword. You use the sword without any murderous intent?"

He didn't pay attention when he met Zhao Jueming before, but after observing for a long time now, he finally discovered the violation.

As a swordsman, Zhao Jueming had no murderous aura on him.

It is extremely difficult to control the murderous aura freely. Anyone who kills someone will have a murderous aura.

And he witnessed Zhao Jueming murdering with his own eyes.

Even for a swordsman like Ximen Chuuxue, no matter whether he draws his sword or not, there is an endless murderous aura around him.

Zhao Huan realized that the other party's lightness kung fu was superior to his own, and visually measured the distance between the two, clenched the sword in his hand, and decided to be reckless.

The young man in crimson clothes kept silent and just ran forward with his sword, like a surging river with a menacing momentum and an elegant posture.When Young Master Feiyi saw this gaze, he did not forget to dodge it, and at the same time exclaimed in his heart - Zhao Jueming was more suitable to be an assassin than a swordsman.

He dodged Zhao Jueming's sword glow, landed, and a crimson corner floated leisurely in front of him, his complexion changed slightly, and he looked at the young man in crimson in the distance with great interest, and said: "Your lightness kung fu is not very good."

Zhao Huan agreed: "It is true."

The conversation between the two seemed a little friendly.

Compared with ordinary people, Zhao Huan's lightness kung fu is already good, but the people around him are all good martial arts people who have practiced lightness kung fu since childhood.

Young Master Fei Yi asked: "Are you still chasing me?"

The word "chasing" is very interesting, and Zhao Huan's confrontation with him is like a cat catching a mouse.

Zhao Huan felt no disturbance in his heart, and said calmly, "I won't chase you anymore, I can't keep you."

Lightness kung fu is indeed flawed.He can practice swordsmanship hard in the system space, which can be internalized in the heart and externalized in form, but it is not easy to practice light kung fu.

Zhao Huan knew his weakness, seeing that it was really not good at this moment, he gave up quite decisively.

Young Master Fei Yi felt a little regretful, and asked, "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"I want to, but you won't say it." Zhao Huan said honestly, "I think you're a little idle."

Obviously can't say it, but still ask, there is no other word to describe it except leisure.

Young Master Feiyi's expression froze again.

Zhao Huan waved his hand at him and said, "See you by fate, I should go back."

After leaving these words, the young man in crimson clothes turned around and left without hesitation, leaving only Young Master Fei Yi silently watching his back with a strange expression as if seeing a singing pig.

He was suddenly curious about how Wang Lianhua's temperament was able to get along with this Zhao Jueming in peace.