"I know. It's just a sword. It's not worth making a fuss about.”
In the True Martial Palace, unlike Meng Tian's eagerness, the Eldest Young Master's hand that was helping Su write paused. After saying a few words, he continued his unfinished practice.
"Young Master!
The Tianwen Sword was the Emperor's beloved item, how could he give it away so casually?
I hope Young Master will think about it!"
Fu Su's nonchalant attitude gave Meng Tian a headache.
The Tianwen sword seemed to be just a famous sword, but the connection between them was of great importance!
Even if the Eldest Young Master was benevolent and open-minded, he could not be so indifferent, right?
"I understand. Thank you for your hard work, General, for sending this letter to Fusu. Fusu is extremely grateful.”
Meng Tian's words did not have the effect he wanted. At the very least, from the outside, Fu Su's performance was no different from before.
Moreover, after Fu Su nodded to express his gratitude, his gaze returned to the table. It was obvious that he did not want to talk to him anymore.
"Sigh!"
Meng Tian stood in front of the table and looked at Fu Su's figure practicing seriously. The thousands of thoughts in her heart finally turned into a long sigh.
However, what Meng Tian did not know was that after he left, Fu Su's hand stopped.
"Ying Hong…"
Fu Su left the table and went to the bedside. He looked at the blooming flowers outside the window and was lost in thought…
......
"His Majesty bestowed the Tianwen sword to Gong Zi Hong!”
" The Sword Manual's number one sword has changed owners!"
"Ying Zheng actually gave the Tianwen sword to his youngest son!”
"What's Ying Hong's background?"
"Who exactly is Gong Zi Hong?”
There were undercurrents in the palace, and it was naturally not peaceful outside the palace.
Similar words kept spreading from different people's mouths, and they were all shocked by this news.
However, for some reason, the specific process of the Xianyang Palace today was not spread. Only the final result was spread.
Moreover, the outside world didn't know much about Ying Hong, so everyone who heard the news was a little confused.
However, what happened coincidentally was that everyone had a kind of understanding in their hearts.
That was, the peaceful empire was going to be in turmoil again!
......
That night, Ying Hong, who was sleeping soundly, had the same dream.
A drunk middle-aged man with a wine gourd hanging on his waist, who would take a few gulps of wine from time to time, patiently guided him to practice the thirteen basic sword moves.
Ying Hong was forced to learn all thirteen basic sword styles, from stabbing, pointing, breaking, chopping, pressing, stirring, and so on.
When the sun was high up in the sky, he slowly woke up and called An 'an and Xue' er to come in to help him change his clothes and eat.
"Young Master, you drank too much wine yesterday. You can't drink anymore today.”
"Also, Young Master, you didn't go to school for the whole day yesterday. This has never happened before.”
"Young Master, later…"
After breakfast, Ying Hong went to the courtyard where he had been yesterday to stretch his body. An 'an, the little girl, was following behind him, talking non-stop.
However, it was quite amazing. He had pulled out the Tianwen sword more than a hundred times yesterday, and after sleeping for the whole night, he didn't feel any pain in his arm today.
Not only that, but he was also full of energy.
"Stop, stop, stop. You talk too much. Listening to you is annoying me to death.”
"Xue 'er, go get two more jars of wine for Young Master. I didn't drink with all my heart yesterday, so I must make it up to him today.”
After jumping around randomly, Ying Hong reached out his right hand and put it on An 'an's head, forcibly turning the talkative girl around with her back facing him.
Then, he instructed Xue 'er with a smile on his face.
"Young Master…You really can't drink anymore…"
"Be good, be obedient. Don't let the young master move it personally.”
Hearing Ying Hong's words, Xue 'er looked at him with embarrassment. She and An' an had the same thought at the moment. They didn't want Ying Hong to drink anymore.
However, before she could finish her sentence, she was defeated by Ying Hong's warm smile.
It was true that she loved Ying Hong dearly, but Xue 'er didn't want to disobey him.
Therefore, under An An's resentful gaze, Xue 'er quickly ran to the place where the wine was stored.
"Hahaha, Anan, don't be angry. I'm going to become a Liquor Sword Immortal.”
In the past, Ying Hong was very close to An 'an and Xue' er. Now, with his modern thinking, Ying Hong was naturally better.
Therefore, he didn't use his identity to force them to do anything. After Xue 'er left, he explained to An' an.
"Wine Sword Immortal? Just because you drew your sword and kept it like you were drunk yesterday?
Let alone a sword immortal, Young Master, you haven't even cultivated sword techniques, and you only know how to brag.”
Unlike ordinary girls, An An, who had grown up in the Great Qin Imperial Palace, knew what a "Sword Immortal" meant.
Even Mister Ge Nia could only be called a 'Sword Saint,' let alone a 'Sword God'.
Therefore, An An didn't believe what Ying Hong said.
In An 'an's eyes, Ying Hong was probably using this as an excuse to slack off in his studies and drink while he was at it.
"Sigh, you're still young. You don't understand how powerful your young master is.
But it doesn't matter. You will understand one day.”
An An's disbelief was written all over her face. Ying Hong could see it, but he didn't care about it.
He ruffled An An's hair and messed it up. He didn't say anything else and tried to communicate with the System in his heart while waiting for Xue 'er to bring the wine.
"System, is there a personal information panel?
I don't even remember how many Inheritance Points I obtained yesterday!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the light blue light screen that had appeared before him suddenly appeared before Ying Hong's eyes.
It was his personal information.
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