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"I have seen him meet His Highness' maid." Zhao Qingyan snapped out of her daze and gripped the quill tightly with her fingers. Looking at the completed copy on the table, Zhao Qingyan felt unreasonably irritated. He grabbed the Xuan paper and rolled it into a ball, then threw it far away. He took a few deep breaths and placed another piece of paper on the table.

"Even if someone were to secretly trip you up, with your ability, could you really trip me up?"

"Are you really a fan of the local scene, and you can see clearly from the sidelines?" If you were to use your brain to think, you should know that someone must have secretly done something here. "

"It might alert the snake."

One voice after another sounded beside his ears. With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Qingyan drew a large line of ink on the xuan paper. Zhao Qingyan placed the brush to the side and crumpled the Xuan paper into a ball before throwing it away. He weakly lay on the table as he panted.

"Should we test it through Xun Er?" Zhao Qingyan murmured as she curled her fingers on the table. He stared at the flickering shadow of the candle flame on the lampshade and quickly rejected his idea. "No, since they've already made their move, I can't easily probe them. Being suspected would only make it more passive."

"Young master should rest for a while and have some soup." Jin'er walked in with a porcelain bowl and placed it on the table. She looked at him with a strange expression, "Why is it that young master couldn't write a single word in half a day?"

Zhao Qingyan sighed and said, "I'm not in a good mood so I can't write it."

Jin'er asked, "Then let's have some soup and rest early?"

Zhao Qingyan took the bowl, opened the lid and took a look, "Jiang Tang? "Who gave the orders?"

Jin'er said, "It was the princess who said that the young master was scared of the cold recently. Let the soup tonight be replaced with ginger soup to warm the young master's body."

Zhao Qingyan let out a helpless sigh and downed all of the soup, "There's too much warmth in the soup. It's so bad for Jiang Tang. From now on, let them do something else for me. Don't listen to my mother. She knows about Jiang Tang." Although they were complaining, it was clear that they were not unwilling. Most of them were just feeling helpless.

Jin'er smiled lightly. "It's all because of this weird young master." "You don't like being sweet and you don't want to get dirty. Is there anything else you can do?"

Zhao Qingyan shrugged. "Then why don't you drink the ginger soup? It's so bad, you even have to drink the medicine until you vomit. Isn't it good to drink some soup?" "To be honest, two sips of wine is much better than a pot of ginger soup."

Jin'er pursed her lips and smiled. "Young Master Jiu, don't even think about it. Your highness has been watching us closely recently. If you are discovered, we will definitely be scolded to death."

Zhao Qingyan raised her teacup and took a sip as if she had thought of something. "By the way, how much fog is left in Mount Lu?"

Jin'er was surprised. "Young master doesn't drink green tea, not much. About eight taels?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded, "Go take a look when you have time. Pack it up for me. I'll be useful in a few days."

Jin'er said, "Oh, okay." Is there anything else that Young Master needs? "What time do we rest for today?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at the hourglass at the side. "Two more hours. I want to rest a bit later today." "There's nothing to do here, you can go rest first and come back when the sea is over."

Jin'er followed his gaze to the hourglass. She could not help but laugh. "After all these times, I still feel that this hourglass is too powerful. It's truly a work of art."

Zhao Qingyan agreed, "Yes, although it is very expensive, it is indeed accurate. Unfortunately, Royal Father and the others don't like it." He gestured at the hourglass that was less than a foot tall and laughed, "It's still a bit big, it's not suitable for the table. In this hour, when the sand is full it needs to be flipped over, and if you don't pay attention you will always be shocked. "

There were twelve scales on the side bracket of the hourglass, and a small piece of iron the size of a fingernail was now resting on the top of the second scale, the Ten-Year Scale. After an hour, the hourglass would automatically flip over once, and the small piece of metal on the scale would rise up by a scale from bottom to top. When the hour passed, the small piece of iron would fall from the top of the ruler, return to the bottom, and rise again at the end of another hour.

Jin'er said, "Young master is very playful. The bamboo garden is filled with all kinds of traps. How can it be that we don't want to disturb you and won't enter the bamboo garden? It's all because if we don't have you leading us, we would be injured just by a mechanism coming out of nowhere. It's too scary. "

Zhao Qingyan pointed at the hourglass and said, "These are all good stuff. Weren't you praising them endlessly just now? You can't start killing donkeys without even unloading them, can you? "

Jin'er giggled. "Young master, you should just watch as your precious mechanism continues to work on the letter. I'm leaving now, but I'll be back later to help young master back to his room to rest."

Zhao Qingyan waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and go. Take advantage of your good mood today and don't ruin my mood." He chased her away with a smile and his expression turned serious as he murmured, "Write a letter and ask for help." After thinking for a while, he took out a new stack of paper and spread it out. He changed the purple ink pen that was not commonly used on the bookshelves behind him and studied another piece of ink. Zhao Qingyan pondered for a while before she started to write. The handwriting was stiff, without any hint of beauty. The only good thing about it was that it was easy to recognize.

On the small path in the forest, a young man in grey was leading his horse slowly. On his back was a long sword wrapped in a cloth.

"The Huashan Sect doesn't cough, right?" A voice rang out from nowhere.

The young man turned his head to look at the black cloaked man behind him. He nodded and asked, "I am, what business do you have with me?"

The man in black said, "I have heard a lot about the Ice Sword. Would you mind sparring with me?"

The black cloaked man nodded his head, "I am only interested in your swordsmanship. If it is inconvenient, I will not disturb you."

Mo Zhi shrugged and asked, "Is it just an ordinary competition? You won't lose your life, right? " Slowly, he took off the sword on his back and began to remove the cloth.

The man in black robe cupped his fist: "Thank you." His right fingertip brushed against his waist, and a flexible sword appeared in his hand.

Mo Zhi held his sword and saluted with his fists, then he stabbed out with his sword. The three-foot-long blade was slightly cool, and although it was called a sword, it only had one side to it. The left side of the blade was exceptionally sharp, while the right side was a blunt blade as thick as a finger. Because of this, the thrust of the long sword was bound to deviate, causing the opponent to be unable to see through its direction. The sword art of the head disciple of the Huashan Sect was one of its own, and he had made quite a name for himself in the martial arts world by relying on this strange Ice Sword.

Seeing the incoming sword attack, the black-robed figure did not attack. Instead, he drew back to avoid the incoming sword attack. The flexible sword in his hand was like a snake driven by inner force, protecting all the flaws on his right side and not letting him attack with the sword.

Mo Zhike had used thirteen moves, and they were all easily dodged by the black robed man. His eyes revealed a hint of surprise, and the sword's aura suddenly increased by a bit. The moment he changed his move, the black robed man's evasive attitude suddenly changed. With a flick of his finger, the flexible sword pierced towards Mo Zhike's throat.

Fast, indescribably fast.

With the soft sword moves pressing on him, Mo Zhike had no choice but to use all of her strength to deal with the energy that was attached to the sword. Mo Zhike was sure that this person was definitely stronger than him, and the look in his eyes was vicious. Mo Zhike rarely drew her sword, because his sword was not an ordinary sword. An unusual sword, an unusual sword technique, could only be defeated by unusual means.

Such a sword could make an opponent unable to clearly see the force of the sword, and could also not understand the law of the sword. This was called 'Li'.

This kind of sword had a huge requirement on the user's wrist strength and inner strength. In other words, the speed of his moves would be very slow and the accuracy of his body's movement would be reduced accordingly. This was a disadvantage, and a huge one at that.

In all martial arts, only speed was unbeatable. These words were clearly too plausible, but the reasoning was a hard one.

The black-cloaked man was certain that he could not make any quick moves, so his moves were quick and did not require much effort. In truth, he might be weak, but in truth, he was weak. Mo Zhike's response revealed her flaw very quickly.

The black robed man turned a blind eye to the flaws in Mo Zhike's sword technique and continued to use his swift sword moves to press against her. This move was either due to his lack of combat experience and timing, or because he was confident in his martial arts ability and playing tricks on others. Mo Zhi, of course, didn't think that he belonged to the former.

He was young and full of vigor, so he didn't have time to think carefully about it. Therefore, Mo Wuji immediately drew his sword and retreated. Circulating his inner force, he quickly injected his inner force into the Ice Sword. His face also turned serious.

The first sword move, the black-robed man dodged to the side.

With the second strike, the black-robed man used his sword to ward off the force.

On the third strike, the black cloaked man took a few steps and appeared behind Mo Zhike, the cold aura of his sword had already reached his neck.

Mo Zhike instinctively waved his hand, and the inner strength in his palm was absorbed and released. It hit a solid object.

The man in black coughed out a mouthful of blood. He twisted the tip of his foot and moved ten steps backwards.

"You …" Mo Zhike was in a daze. He was very clear about the power of that palm strike. Moreover, he was very clear that there was no internal force that had rebounded where he had hit. That was to say, the black cloaked man was not prepared for it.

The black-robed man had started with comparing sword techniques, and his fighting did not reveal any killing intent. Although Mo Zhike's palm did not do it on purpose, it went against the original intention of sparring, and could even harm people's lives.

Mo Zhi immediately put down his sword, took two steps forward and said, "I am really sorry, it was my mistake and I had no intention of injuring brother. "I don't know..." He felt extremely regretful. Today, he felt an itch in his technique and coincidentally saw someone willing to spar with him. He naturally agreed, but in the end, he ended up with this kind of result.

The man in black took out some medicine and swallowed it, saying, "It's alright, it's just a small injury. I'll be fine after resting for a few days." After sparring a few moves with Young Hero Mo and experiencing his unique sword technique, he did not come here for nothing. How about we end this here, and if there is a chance in the future, we can come again and ask for guidance? "

Mo Zhike obviously did not expect him to not mind at all, and said quickly: "Today, I messed up and injured you, brother, so I am extremely terrified. I wonder if you can tell me your name, so that I can come and apologize in the future. "

The black cloaked man said blandly: "Young chivalrous expert, blades and swords have no eyes, it is normal to be injured. I have come presumptuously to disturb you, so where did you get the blame from? Young Hero, you don't have to worry about this. I think when we meet in the future, you can call me Shadow. "Goodbye." Clasping his fist, he turned around and left.

"Shadow? Which shadow? " Mo Zhi looked at the shadow under his feet and smiled, "It can't be? Maybe I heard wrong. If there really was a time to meet again, it would be good to ask. "What a weirdo. Um, a powerful weirdo."

To be able to kill him in three moves, but to be able to inflict internal injuries with a slap that didn't follow the rules, he actually didn't care at all. Such a person … Mo Zhike was very interested.