[Xiye] Sword Bearer

Ye Gucheng drew several sketches for Prince Nan, and talked about his plan to enter Beijing in September.

The prince asked: "You set the location on the top of the Forbidden City, so you don't have to wait until the Chinese New Year, you can act on September [-]th?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad."

The prince said with a smile: "This is a matter that I have planned for many years. Now that you are so dedicated, it makes me feel uneasy."

Ye Gucheng said calmly: "If Your Highness treats me with everyone, I will repay it with everyone; now that Your Highness treats me with a gentleman of the country, I will repay him with a gentleman of the country. Don't worry, Your Highness. The original plan was to start the incident on the first day of the year. The feudal lords and envoys from all over the world are going to be in Beijing to congratulate. The security of the Forbidden City must be extremely strict, and it is not easy to start. Of course, His Highness insists on starting the incident on the first day, and I am willing to fight for His Highness. However, September [-]th is not a year or a festival. , the ban will not mobilize troops from other places, and once the people from the Jianghu enter, the limited guards in the palace will definitely guard against the people from the Jianghu, and there will be more opportunities around the emperor. Moreover, when the emperor ascends the throne, the sooner the better, the better. The longer the emperor reigns and the more familiar he is with his officials, the more things we don’t know, and there will be too many things to worry about when he replaces him in the future.”

The crown prince nodded, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Don't you think it's a pity? Since you think Ximen Chuuxue is a unique opponent, you are willing to let a substitute fight?"

Ye Gucheng said: "It's a pity, of course, but it's a choice between an incident and a decisive battle. It's just a choice. This kind of opportunity passes quickly and can't be won again. This is not a hard decision."

With such a heart, even Nan Wang Shizi couldn't help clicking his tongue.

Ye Gucheng said again: "But I need my son to tell me the truth about one thing, and do another thing well."

Shizi said: "The thing that needs to be done is that I need to find a good substitute for you."

Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad."

The crown prince asked, "What is it that needs to be told truthfully to you?"

Ye Gucheng said: "How about the emperor's martial arts?"

The prince was surprised: "Could it be that the master is worried that the emperor will beat you?"

Ye Gucheng didn't answer, but he somehow meant it. Although the possibility of this is very small, he has always been a cautious person, knowing himself and the enemy. Although he has already understood the defense of the forbidden zone, he has never known the emperor himself.Since ancient times, people who were poor in culture and rich in martial arts, so families who worked and studied more often took the imperial examinations, and only the children of rich families could afford martial arts.In terms of wealth, nothing can compare to the wealth of the heavenly family.As long as the emperor wants to learn, he will have the best teachers, the best equipment, and the best doctors. It is easier to become a master than the martial arts people who have to gain that little benefit in endless fighting.

Ye Gucheng said: "There are many ways to kill an emperor, such as assassination, assassination, and poisoning by surprise. Since even the eunuchs around him are yours, I don't think it is difficult. But you chose to let me kill you." Facing his sword. This is because—maybe, there are dead soldiers around him all the time; maybe, he himself is a master, can see through poison, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get close."

Shizi nodded helplessly, agreeing.

"Cousin of the emperor, you do have some kung fu, and there are indeed dead soldiers around you."

In mid-August, he watched the substitute that Prince Nan had found perform lightness kung fu in front of him, jumping up the roof.

He was a small, pale man with dark, emotionless eyes.He has a strange movement, as if he can't give up his strength, with his sleeves fluttering, he walks against the wind.

Ye Gucheng said: "What is your name in the Jianghu?"

"Go back to the city lord, the dead have no names."

Shizi showed a smug smile.

Ye Gucheng didn't expect this stand-in to be able to take Ximen Chuuxue's moves, he only asked the stand-in to have two things, good lightness kung fu and good sword drawing skills.Good lightness kung fu is to avoid making a fool of yourself when climbing the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and people will immediately see the flaws; the skill to draw a sword is good to not show timidity in front of Ximen Chuuxue, so that you can delay for a while longer.

The prince observed Ye Gucheng's face: "This person's lightness kung fu is very rare, and it is said that it is not under the king of stealing kings, Sikong Zhaixing."

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly.

Good is good, but the body style is too clear.

He twisted his body and stood opposite the man.

"Draw your sword."

A blue light flashed, and the man drew his sword extremely fast.

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly again.

When famous swordsmen fight each other, they must draw their swords to compare themselves. He still remembers how beautiful Ximen Chuixue's sword was when he was a teenager.A scion like Sima Ziyi, who has practiced swordsmanship for 40 years, knows hundreds of ways to draw a sword, and can run through strings of copper coins as soon as it is unsheathed. Even so, the moment Ximen Chuuxue draws out his sword, he is immediately reflected like a butcher As ugly as sticking a knife in pork.

Ximen Chuuxue, that can't be learned.

Ye Gucheng said: "Come again."

Like a child learning to sword, this stand-in was asked to draw the sword back and forth more than [-] times, but he was very calm.

When he drew the sword so that his body was sweating, he heard a slight "clang" sound, and Ye Gucheng's sword suddenly came out half of its sheath.

Sen Han's sword energy followed.

It happened suddenly, the unsuspecting stand-in was startled by the sword energy, and couldn't help slipping his feet, shaking slightly on the roof. Thanks to his extraordinarily strong waist, he stood up and stabilized his feet.

Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword: "Ximen Chuuxue's sword energy is comparable to mine; the roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony are only higher and more slippery than those of the Nanwang Mansion; if you can't stand this shock, you won't be able to confront Ximen Chuuxue .”

The stand-in got off the eaves, and Ye Gucheng walked back to his original place.The son said: "Master, what do you think of this person?"

Ye Gucheng said to the stand-in: "If you want to hold back Ximen Chuuxue and Lu Xiaofeng's party for a longer time, you must draw your sword. At this time, it is better to be slow than fast. It is not unpleasant to draw your sword, but the technique is like a child's, fast and rough, but on the contrary It will make Ximen Chuuxue suspicious, and if you pull it slowly, it can be regarded as prudent. As for whether to accept the move, if your injury is more obvious, Ximen Chuuxue should not really embarrass you."

The substitute was determined to be a dead soldier, and he was older than Ye Gucheng himself. Now that he has been called "like a child" by Ye Gucheng for decades, he accepts it calmly.

The prince said again: "Then his lightness kung fu is always good..."

Ye Gucheng said: "His lightness kung fu is his lightness kung fu."

The implication is that it is naturally impossible to be a substitute.

The prince couldn't help worrying: "This person's body skills cannot be compared with the master's, and it will be difficult for him to learn your body skills in a month or two. But his body shape is similar to yours, and he has Du Tongxuan's connections in the capital. , It is very rare to find a soldier who has such skills and is willing to die. This kind of thing cannot be selected with great fanfare..."

"I have a solution." Ye Gucheng pondered for a while.

"Although he can't learn my body skills, I can use his body skills to show others in Chunhua Building. People who see it will naturally be confused."

"Then, let him demonstrate it to Master again?"

Ye Gucheng turned around and walked out of the arena.

In the late autumn of September, there are frosts flying all over the fields, the sky is high and the water is dry, and the geese from the north fly south.

Prince Pingnan's son quietly left the fief and entered the capital among the merchants. Wang An, the emperor's valet in the palace, had been in secret contact with him for a long time.

At this time in the arena, the decisive battle between the two masters of swordsmanship in the world has long been arguing. Floods and droughts rushed to the capital from all walks of life; the southern factions, more like retrograde migratory birds, went north along the way; for a while, if they wanted to rent a car and hire a horse, the owners of the car were asking for a lot of money.What is more frightening than sky-high asking prices is the gambling game in the capital. I don’t know if someone has fanned the flames, betting on the outcome of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue, and the bets are high one by one.

Lu Xiaofeng ate at a small roadside shop leading to the capital, Ye Gucheng walked on the official road in Zhangjiakou, and Tang Tianyi chased after him.He confirmed that his wife was molested, although he couldn't figure out why this kind of thing happened, because this kind of thing is very different from the Baiyun City Lord in all the rumors in the rivers and lakes, but since his wife said that, he still believes in himself wife.

Until he was seriously injured by that Pianran sword, he didn't know that Ye Gucheng still had a substitute.Two people who looked the same, one cheated on his wife, and the other waited for him to spill that handful of arsenopyrite in public.

Ye Gucheng felt that his acting skills in playing the wounded were not bad.