Zhao Gao did not know that Ying Zheng had already developed a grudge against him, and he was currently having a headache.
It was fine if Huhai was stupid.
His subordinates were also so stupid!
If he could easily take them down in a one-on-one fight, why would he summon the Six Sword Slaves back together?
Now that he had caused such a mess, he still had to clean it up. It was really…
Zhao Gao clenched his teeth slightly, suppressed his anger, and quickly found an opportunity to enter the palace to try his best to make up for this matter.
Fortunately, Ying Zheng did not seem to care about it, and casually brushed this matter aside.
Zhao Gao heaved a sigh of relief and secretly continued to prepare how to get rid of Zhao Ming.
He heard that Chunyu Yue's injuries were about to recover. It would be better to add fuel to the fire and let this old fellow use his last bit of strength.
As he thought about this, his expression darkened. That night, he went to Chunyu Yue's house.
Zhao Ming seemed to know nothing about the turbulent outside world. He came to teach Fu Su the next day as usual.
However, at this moment, he was holding a sword technique scroll.
Fu Su was stunned when he saw the sword technique book. Then, he shook his head with a bitter smile.
He knew what the Headmaster meant. He wanted him to strengthen his body, or he wanted him to improve.
But how could he not have practiced martial arts before?
The Great Qin Empire advocated martial arts, and there were many experts outside. He had known this since he was young.
However, he knew nothing about swordsmanship.
It was simply incomparable to the talented and intelligent Eighteenth Brother!
When he was young, he tried all kinds of methods to please his father.
However, the results were not satisfactory.
Even when Ge Nie came to teach him swordsmanship, he could only learn it so-so, and there was no improvement at all.
He opened his mouth, wanting the Headmaster to give up this hope, but in the end, he fell silent again.
Greetings, Headmaster."
He cupped his hands in a sincere manner.
However, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.
What if the Headmaster could?
The Headmaster had given him courage and ambition.
Why couldn't he be bestowed with martial arts?
Zhao Ming knew nothing about Fu Su's thoughts, but he could see the complicated expression on Fu Su's face.
He asked Fu Su to sit down and patted Fu Su's thin shoulder.
"Continue watching."
he said in a deep voice.
Fu Su felt that the Headmaster's words were full of power that convinced him. He took the book in a chaotic manner and started to read from the first page.
The Headmaster's hand was on his shoulder, giving him endless strength.
He composed himself and flipped through the pages one by one.
In a trance, the movements in the book seemed to jump out of the scroll and appeared in front of his eyes with a faint golden glow.
Then, it turned into a lifelike human figure and displayed all the moves he saw in front of him.
Fu Su was so shocked that his mind was about to split apart. He subconsciously wanted to look at Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming patted him on the shoulder with more strength.
"Calm your heart and concentrate, don't have any wild thoughts!"
Zhao Ming shouted!
Fortunately, Fu Su had always been very obedient. Even if his soul had been scared away by the strange scene in front of him, he still suppressed the horror in his heart and watched seriously.
The little man stood with the sword in his hand and performed a sword technique from the beginning.
It was getting faster and faster.
It was getting faster and faster!
At first, Fu Su was distracted, but in the end, in order to keep up with the little person's movements, he was almost completely immersed in it. He could not feel anything from the outside world.
Zhao Ming let go of his hand and sat at the side. He slowly took a cup of tea from the tray in the hands of the palace maid and took a sip.
The palace servant looked at Zhao Ming cautiously, wanting to ask but not daring to.
Why did they feel that Young Master's condition wasn't right?
Looking at this sword technique and still grimacing, could it be that he had become obsessed with it!
Thinking of this possibility, the palace servant's heart immediately trembled and he looked over even more carefully.
Sure enough, the muscles on Fu Su's face were twitching non-stop, and the fingers holding the military book were trembling slightly.
No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like he was seriously reading a book!
The palace maid was shocked. Just as she was thinking whether she should call the imperial physician or something else, Fu Su suddenly raised his head and slowly exhaled.
The palace maid was shocked.
"How is it?"
Zhao Ming asked.
Fu Su raised his hand and moved it slightly. His expression instantly became excited.
"Teacher, I think I can grasp it!”
He looked at Zhao Ming with a burning gaze. The gaze in his eyes could almost be called fanaticism.
He was probably the only one who had seen the scene just now.
But it definitely had something to do with the Headmaster!
Was the Headmaster an immortal?
In his memory, only immortals had such immortal techniques!
He directly instilled the sword technique into his body.
He even felt that if he was given a sword, he would be able to use all his moves.
Zhao Ming raised his hand and threw something over.
Fu Su subconsciously raised his hand to take it. Before he could rejoice at his reaction speed, he saw what was in his hand.
It was actually the Headmaster's sword!
Martial artists always carried their swords with them, but the Headmaster had thrown it to him?
He raised his head in confusion and looked at Zhao Ming. He didn't know why Zhao Ming had thrown the sword to him.
"Try out the sword move just now.”
Zhao Ming said lightly.
Just as Fu Su was about to get ready, Zhao Ming suddenly raised his hand to stop him and brought him to the door.
"This place is wide, so let's practice here!”
When Fu Su heard this, he made a pose.
Huhai's palace servants happened to pass by. When they saw him in this state, they rolled their eyes and ran back to tell Huhai that Fu Su seemed to be practicing swordsmanship.
Huhai burst into laughter.
"Him? He's still practicing swordsmanship?"
He sneered disdainfully and accidentally pulled on the old wound on his face that had not fully healed. He immediately grimaced.
Huhai thought for a while and snorted.
"Aren't you going to practice your sword? I'll go and invite Imperial Father to take a look now! Let's see how you make a fool of yourself!"
After muttering to himself, he ran away.!!!
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