Spring and Autumn I Am King

After thinking about it, I'd better post the follow-up chapters of this paragraph at one time. Next week, I will only have two updates a day, sorry.

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In the sword room, Zhao Guangde was more anxious than Le Fuli.

The cyan swordsman uniform that Little Fatty was wearing was slightly smaller, and he was tightly strangled by the fat. He was stunned when he saw Fan He chasing Zhao Wuxi with a sharp sword. After reacting, he found that the shirtless sword was cut off, and he was unarmed, approached step by step, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

He managed to restrain his fear, knowing that his cousin was alone and helpless, Zhao Guangde stepped forward with difficulty. He wanted to hand over his saber to Wu Xie, but was stopped by Handan Ji in white swordsman uniform.

"Cousin, the two gentlemen are competing in sword skills, you don't want to mix it up."

Just as he was talking, there was a cry of regret behind him, and Handan Ji looked back with a slightly disappointed expression on his face.

Because at this time, Zhao Wuxi had already tricked Fan He into abandoning the bronze sword. The two of them were holding wooden swords and stood apart, preparing for a fair confrontation.

However, Handan Ji had also seen Fan He's swordsmanship in the Zhongxing clan's mansion. Even though he was arrogant and mean, he still had some ability, and felt that he would never lose to that cheap bastard. Today's humiliation, Zhao Wuyi still can't escape, and it can be regarded as helping Handan Ji to report the rebuke of Wu Xie on the Zhaofu Yanyan half a month ago.

He thought to himself: "After this battle, if I ask Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy, what kind of face do you have in the Pan Palace?"

Zhao Guangde stood opposite him, shrugging his head and said timidly, "Cousin Zhao Ji, you and I are both descendants of the Zhao clan, why do this, please help cousin Wu Xie, and persuade them to stop..."

When Handan Ji heard this, it was as if a wild cat had been stepped on its tail, with blue veins on his face, and it erupted violently.

"Handan!"

He said these two words aloud, and at the same time, he stepped forward quickly, snatched Zhao Guangde's saber in one fell swoop, and threw it aside.

"My name is Handan Ji, not Zhao Ji!"

Little Fatty's hands and feet were weak, and naturally he couldn't hold the sword, so he had to let him take it away, completely dumbfounded.

However, after seeing Handan Ji take a few steps, he picked up another wooden sword and threw it heavily to him.

From the moment when Fan He drew his sword, Zhao Guangde's hands and feet had been trembling, so he couldn't catch it. The wooden sword thrown over hit the back of his hand, screaming in pain, and the sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Seeing this situation, Handan Ji and a few teenagers from the Zhongxing clan behind him looked at each other and laughed.

"Wen Di Zhao Guangde, like his father, Doctor Wen, is an incompetent person!"

Handan Ji imitated Fan He, pointed at Zhao Guangde with his wooden sword, and said arrogantly: "Qingzi to Qingzi, master to master, cousin, if I remember correctly, you and I often fought each other when we were young, how dare you Fight with me again? If you beat me, you will naturally let you go to help Zhao Wuxi, and if you lose, you can..."

"However, at that time, I have to get under my crotch to help him!"

On that day, Zhao Wuxi wooed Zhao Guangde on Yanxian, instead of asking and answering questions and reprimanding Handanji as a negative, he hated him for a long time. Although due to his identity, he was unable to personally do excessive things to Zhao Wuxi, and could only retaliate with the help of the two sons of Fan and Bank of China, but he could teach Zhao Guangde a lesson here to vent his anger.

Zhao Guangde saw the wooden sword in Handan Ji's hand. Although it had no sharp edge, it had sharp edges and corners, and it would still hurt if it hit him. He looked down at the one on the ground again, his hands and feet trembled more and more, and when he talked about his childhood, he recalled some terrible memories.

The soldiers of the Handan clan are often summoned by the ruler and the head of the family to travel between the two sides of the Yellow River. The Handan doctor usually takes the Handan Ji on expedition and let him stay in Wendi.

But this arrangement became Zhao Guangde's nightmare. During that time, he was unilaterally chased and beaten by Handan Ji in the sword room when he was young. Or bruised and swollen, or rolled on the smooth wooden floor, unable to stand up. Handan Ji once described viciously that he looked like a pig just waiting to be slaughtered and was struggling there.

"Cousin, in fact, your family has been separated from the sect for two generations, and you can call yourself Wen Guangde, instead of being driven by his sect's concubines! You know, when you become an adult, after Dr. Wen's death, the sect master will be ruthless. I will deprive you of your fief and send you abroad to beg for food!"

Handan Ji's remarks made Zhao Guangde's body tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but turn his eyes more than ten paces away. Another battle that Fan and Bank of China's children were watching was at a very intense time.

Seeing Zhao Wuxi, who was struggling to fight back with sword after sword in the face of adversity, he suddenly remembered the fun of cooking with his own hands when he was in Chengyi.

The hot sweet soy milk, the fresh and delicious bean curd tofu, the silent moves on the chessboard, the long-lost sweat and happiness when playing with Chinese people and soldiers on the Cuju arena...

There is also a cousin who patiently taught him to aim archery, the hand on his shoulder, and the promise he made.

Wu Xie's cousin, that's the elder brother who really talks about filial piety, not Handan Ji, a wicked person who only bullies and laughs at him.

He lowered his head and whispered in a slightly dry and hoarse voice due to fright: "My name is Zhao Guangde, and Wen Di will always be Zhao's branch and Zhao's arm. My cousin Wu Xie said that Wen Di is me. Wendi~www.wuxiahere.com~ He has big ambitions, and he is still my confidant...

Handan Ji's contemptuous eyes gradually turned into doubts, because the chubby Zhao Guangde bent down and picked up the blunt wooden sword while muttering something.

The moment the sword hilt started, Zhao Guangde's voice rose in vain: "His ambition, how could a little bird like you understand it!?"

Zhao Guangde's hands and feet continued to tremble, his chubby face was dripping with sweat, but he lightly bit the tip of his tongue to drive away his fear. He recalled the posture of the sword master professor when he was a child, with his legs spread apart and his hands holding the wooden sword high above his head.

"You..." Handan Ji was inexplicably surprised, and was surprised to find that the cowardly fat man who had been bullied by him in the past had grown taller.

Zhao Guangde was already very fat, but when his spine that was always shrunk straightened up, he was actually half a head taller than Handan Ji. .

Zhao Guangde gritted his teeth and read a song Qin Feng he had heard before, trying his best to stop being afraid:

"Why do you say Wuyi is the same enemy as your son! Handan Ji, please try my sword!"

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And by the clear Panchi in the public school, another negotiation is also going on.

Wei Ju also put on the swordsman's uniform and was tying the brocade rope on his wrist. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Mengtan who came to ask for help. As for daring to hurt Zhao Zi, why panic? Why let me wait for rescue."

These words made Zhang Mengtan frown slightly, this Wei Ju actually looks like he intends to stand by!