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"Since the cathode is at six, how can he be at nine?" Tai Chi gave birth to two elements, and the heavens and earth were able to judge at first. "Six yin is already extreme, the Seven Returning Primordial Tasu, the Western Golden De of the Tasu, the purity of yin, the origin of cold!"

In one breath, Lan Feng finished speaking about the Nine Yin Meridians and the Nine Yang True Classic's mental cultivation method. He looked at Syrika who was still in shock and asked, "How much did you remember? How much do you understand? "

Syrika bowed and said: "Master, I will remember this. But I will not understand most of it, these things are too arcane."

Sighing, Lan Feng said: "That's true, but I have someone to give me pointers, so how can you understand a few simple words? "Let's start with zhenqi. In fact, zhenqi is the energy produced by the training of the martial arts I taught you. It's just like dou qi and magic power. If the method and texture are different, then the name will be different!"

One of them was diligently teaching while the other was diligently studying. Thus, the two of them stayed in the study room and forgot about the time. At this time, Syrika was like a dry piece of land, and the martial arts that Lan Feng was teaching was like a light drizzle. He had had enough of all the humiliation he had endured over the years, so once he seized the chance, he would naturally put in all his effort.

Lan Feng was not worried about his thoughts.

Firstly, not everyone could learn any of the four great martial arts, and probably Syrika was the only one in the entire continent who could, so he was definitely not able to teach him to anyone else.

Other than his mother, no one else besides Syrika gave him warmth. At most, they would only feel sympathy for him. For a person like him, once he received favors from others, especially from people like Lan Feng who had received great favors from others, he would rely on his life to support them.

The last point was what Lan Feng felt, he felt that Syrika was not a heartless and evil person.

To be able to survive under such unbearable pressure for such a long period of time, his heart must be extremely tenacious. In order to achieve any accomplishments in the path of martial arts, talent was one aspect, and perseverance was indispensable. For example, Lan Feng's breakthrough had a huge relationship with his continuous cultivation.

The sky gradually darkened and the light in the study became blurry. Only then did the two realize that since morning, the sun had already set and the two of them had yet to drip even a single drop of water.

Syrika stood up, and said respectfully: "Master, I will have someone prepare a banquet, we will treat it as an official ceremony to acknowledge you as my master."

Waving his hand, Lan Feng smiled and said: "No need, just get someone to bring you something to eat, and take advantage of today when I have explained all the important parts to you, in the future, just follow your own principles and train."

Under Syrika's instructions, not long later, a maid walked in with four dishes and a soup. With Lan Feng's Innate Qi, it would not be a problem to not eat anything for one or two days, but Syrika could not do it. He had not eaten anything for almost a day and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. However, with his Master by his side, he did not dare to be too presumptuous, so he could only nibble on it.

"My true purpose of coming to Tian Luo Duchy this time is to investigate into the matter of the Concealed Alliance. A few months ago, the Concealed Alliance sent an assassin disguised as one to enter the Tianxing Mercenary Group. After obtaining some information from the assassin and going through my investigation for the past half month, I have a feeling that this Concealed Alliance is not simple, and seems to be related to some power within the Tian Luo Duchy. "

Speaking to here, Lan Feng frowned: "But no matter what, at most we can only find the location of the assassin group, but we cannot find the location of the Concealed Alliance headquarters where the mission was issued."

Syrika looked at him with a pondering expression. He swallowed the food in his mouth and thought for a while before sighing, "Master, I am not very clear on these things, in the eyes of everyone I am just a useless fellow who has no friends. I know most of it from the books. But according to what you said, I feel that this Concealed Alliance might be related to the Empire itself. "

Lan Feng stared blankly at her, before asking back, "Why do you think that way?"

"First, since all of the Assassin Guild's missions were issued by Glory City, then the Concealed Alliance's headquarters must be in Glory City. As the imperial capital of a country, its security was tight. It was impossible for the Empire to not notice this secretive operation after so many years. The king of a country was lying on the ground, how could he allow such a dangerous power to exist? But the fact is, the two of them have always been at peace, and even this news is unknown. "

"Second, in all of history, many monarchs have been assassinated, but as far as I know, never a single emperor has been assassinated in Tian Luo Duchy. This means that there must be a connection between the two. Otherwise, with the assassin's personality of not recognizing money, how could he not act for such a long period of time? "

"The Tian Luo Duchy was not assassinated by the Emperor?" Lan Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he muttered: "Could it be that the historical records were all fabricated?!"

Syrika vigorously nodded his head, and said in a heavy voice: "It's all a lie. I only occasionally hear it from my royal father's conversation; This proves that there is a problem! "

Suddenly, Lan Feng's face changed, and he put down the bowl in his hand.

Syrika was startled, thinking that he had made a decision in his heart. Just as he was about to ask, with a flick of his finger, the oil lamp that had been lit for a short while immediately went out.

"Master, you …"

"Come with me. A guest is coming. Are we going to light a lamp as a live target for someone else?"

Lan Feng said as he pulled Syrika away from the side door of the study. Right after the two of them left, sounds of hundreds of arrows piercing through the air could be heard, one arrow after another shot towards the study through the windows, and seeing that the study was covered with arrows from the side, Syrika's face turned pale white as he shivered.

The side door led to an ordinary bedroom, and the master and disciple walked straight out of the bedroom.

When the door opened, Syrika did not even have time to react before he disappeared. A long white Qi appeared in the air as the golden light shone brightly. The Sword Qi gave off a sharp whistling sound as it stirred up numerous strong winds.

"Splash!"

More than ten black figures descended from the sky. Of course, they did not land lightly on the ground, but directly fell down. The sound of bones shattering sounded one after another, listening to Syrika's calculations, he frowned, what was strange was that these people did not even make a sound.

In merely three to five breaths of time, Lan Feng seemed to have appeared beside Syrika out of thin air.

With a wave of his right hand, a black clothed man with a black cloth covering his face was sucked up into the air. He stood motionlessly two meters away like a statue. Taking a step forward, he removed the black cloth covering his face, and instantly, Lan Feng revealed a smile of understanding.

Syrika realized that the big sized man did not rely on his own ability to stand up. Over ten people on the ground, including the person in front of him, each of them had a small hole the size of a goose egg in their shoulders, and blood was flowing out from it. His arms and legs were strangely twisted, clearly broken. The big man's face twitched as beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down. His expression could only be described with the word malevolent.

Looking at Lan Feng's calm expression, Syrika's heart couldn't help but tighten. It was precisely from this moment onwards that a seed of 'no one can go against me' was planted in his heart.

At the same time, he felt a deep admiration for his master. His feet didn't touch the ground as he flew in the air, capturing more than ten experts in an instant. He even used an ingenious acupuncture technique to make it so that he couldn't move his mouth. This was what he had learned today. As long as he worked hard in his cultivation, there would be a day where he would be able to become that legendary existence!

Gently tapping the man on the chest, the man let out a mournful howl. However, the anger that had been weighing on his mind had now completely disappeared, and his face had gone from purple to white.

"Did the Third Prince send you here?" Lan Feng shot a glance at him and immediately activated the Great Art of Soul Shifting, controlling his mind and heart, "Tomorrow, testify to me and tell His Majesty that the Third Prince sent the both of you to do this, otherwise, die!"

After Syrika shooed away the guards who rushed over after hearing the wind and the few maids who were startled awake by the miserable cries, he gave each of them one Great Art of Soul Shifting after another. Then, he stopped their bleeding, replaced their broken limbs, and threw them into the woodshed. Master and disciple returned to the messy study room and slept until late at night.

This night, for Syrika, was a night of change. He began to learn all kinds of sinister tactics from his master, who was led astray by Shawk. Of course, there was going to be a great show tomorrow, which would be unlucky for some people.

The night passed in silence. When the first rays of dawn shone onto the City of Brilliance, Lan Feng and Syrika sat on one of the horse carriages, while the other four carriages had more than ten fractured unlucky fellows lying on them as they sped towards the Imperial Palace.

The moment Syrika arrived at the entrance of the imperial palace, he immediately jumped off the carriage and started crying loudly. Your son is so scared. In broad daylight, in the capital city of this country, a dignified prince has actually been assassinated. Does your father not care about your son anymore? "

"Mufei!" Look, your son was assassinated by a group of thieves late at night. Why did you give me up to the royal family? I'm willing to be a commoner. At the very least, I don't need to be so afraid.

Those who heard this felt their faces turn pale and those who heard it shed tears. They led the carriages on foot. Along the way, his tears rippled, soaking his gorgeous clothes, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

The sound of his wails resounded throughout the entire palace, causing many nobles and commoners to raise their eyebrows in surprise. The news of the assassination attempt on Fifth Prince in the middle of the night spread like wildfire, and in less than an hour, the streets were made aware of it. And at this moment, Syrika was kneeling in the middle of the Main Hall, narrating the entire thing in an extremely 'detailed' manner. He even took off his shirt, and revealed the large area of bruises that Lan Feng had made to the public.