The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

Vietnam, the capital of the country.

Today's Zhao Nineteen is already a well-known general in the Yue Kingdom.

"Nineteen met foster father!"

Zhao Shijiu's expression became more and more unrestrained, and his star-like eyes shone brightly.

Zhao Qiu said with a smile: "In just a few years, your Nine Suns Divine Art is almost perfect!"

Zhao Jiujiu's martial arts cultivation could not escape Zhao Qiu's eyes after all.

"It's all thanks to my adoptive father for passing on the skills!"

Zhao Qiu said again: "In the past, I told you that your swordsmanship should be cherished with a broom!"

Zhao Shijiu said: "In the past few years, my son has strictly followed the teachings of my father, and I have not passed on my swordsmanship to the soldiers of the Yue Kingdom despite Dr. Fan's hard work!"

Zhao Qiudao: "I'm afraid that he and Wenzhong will try their best to use countless tricks to force you to grant the sword!"

Zhao Shijiu said: "That's true. Beauty tricks, bitter tricks, etc., have been used all over the place! But my son sticks to his Taoist heart, and they didn't succeed!"

Zhao Qiudao: "In the eyes of those in power like Goujian and Wenzhong, if they are not used by me, they will only be destroyed!"

Zhao Shijiu said: "Fortunately, my son is proficient in the art of war, and it will be useful in defeating Wu in the future!"

Zhao Qiu nodded slightly, and said, "Perhaps, the capital of Wu Kingdom is broken..."

"The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking. The birds are gone, and the good bow is hidden! I still remember what my adoptive father said when he left Fan's house that day!"

Zhao Qiu nodded.

Zhao Nineteen came to Zhao Qiu's side and said softly, "The eight swordsmen from Wu Kingdom have arrived in Yue Kingdom! They are fighting swords in the palace!"

Zhao Qiu nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "Now is the beginning of the world of Yue Nu Sword!"

Fu Chai, King of Wu, sent eight swordsmen in green clothes to the country of Yue to present him with a sword.

In order to test the reality of Wu, Goujian, king of Yue, sent three swordsmen from Yue and Wu to compete in the palace in the name of a sword competition.

The swordsmen of Wu State are very good at swordsmanship, and the swords they use are even sharper.

In four competitions, eight swordsmen in brocade clothes from the Yue Kingdom were killed on the spot.

The sword bestowed by the state of Wu is sharp enough to break light veils, but it will not break when it touches heavy weapons.

Goujian, Wen Zhong and Fan Li discussed the countermeasures, but there was no good one.

On his way home, Fan Li met eight swordsmen from the state of Wu when he fell into the mood of missing Xi Shi.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, the Wu swordsman cut off the palms of Fan Li's two guards, and split a sheep of Ah Qing, a passing shepherdess, in half.

This Ah Qing is the number one expert in the world today.

Zhao Qiudao: "Wu Guo swordsmen compete with Yue Guo swordsmen, and Gou Jian won't let you participate! It's really puzzling!"

Zhao Shijiu said: "Goujian has always known that his son has always been a few pounds of pride. Why use me for such trivial things as swordsman fighting between swordsmen!"

Zhao Qiu nodded, and said: "That's right, breaking Wu Fang is a big deal, and using you to compete in sword competitions is indeed overkill!"

While the two were chatting, suddenly, a soldier rushed over and said, "Swordsmen fight swords, and my country is defeated."

There was still some embarrassment on the soldier's face. The swordsman of his own country was not as good as the swordsman of Wu country. Obviously, even he had no honor on his face.

Zhao Qiu said lightly: "Tomorrow! You follow me to meet these Wu Guo swordsmen!"

Zhao Shijiu bowed his head and said, "Could it be that foster father wants to secretly get rid of these Wu country swordsmen so that the fisherman can benefit?"

Zhao Qiu shook his head, smiled slightly, and said, "You should know that in this world, I am better at divination than anyone else!"

Even with Zhao Jiujiu's wisdom, he could never think of Zhao Qiu's plan.

...

At the west end of the long street, there was a chorus of Wu songs.

"My sword is sharp and the enemy is afraid, but my sword is victorious and the enemy has no leader..."

Eight strong men in green clothes swayed, sang loudly, and strode as if no one else was around.

Pedestrians from the country of Yue trembled when they looked at it, and avoided it.

These eight strong men were none other than the swordsmen of the Wu Kingdom who won a great victory in the Yue Palace yesterday. Today, after drinking some wine, they rampaged recklessly on the long street.

At this moment, it happened that Fan Li and the eighteen guards who protected him also passed by the long street.

Eight swordsmen from the Wu Kingdom walked up to Fan Li, the leader of whom was drunk, squinted at him, and said, "You...you are Dr. Fan...haha, haha, haha!"

Two of Fan Li's guards rushed up, stood in front of Fan Li, and shouted: "Don't be rude, get out of the way!"

The eight swordsmen laughed loudly, imitating their tone, and laughed: "Don't be rude, get out of the way!"

The two guards drew out their long swords and shouted: "Your Majesty has an order, and anyone who collides with the doctor will be killed!"

The leading swordsman of Wu State staggered and said, "Slay you, or me?"

When Fan Li was about to persuade, suddenly a white light flashed, and his two guards screamed in unison, but when they heard two sword sounds, it was the palm of his right hand that fell to the ground.

The leading Wu Guo swordsman returned his sword back to its sheath slowly, with a look of arrogance on his face.

Sixteen guards under Fan Li drew their swords out of their sheaths and surrounded the eight Wu Kingdom swordsmen.