Chapter 493 Competing Swords (Part 4)

Chu Li stepped forward and slapped her hand.

With a clear slap on the face, Leng Tao quickly covered his face and stepped back, shouting, "Why are you hitting me again!"

Chu Li said in a deep voice, "You should understand!"

"Why hit people?" Leng Tao covered his face and shouted dissatisfied: "I sent these things with good intentions to help your Secret Guard House investigate the case. What is your attitude? I want to tell the emperor's grandfather that you will be punished." !"

Chu Li said: "Okay, then go to the emperor and say, let's face it face to face, why did the Guangming Sacred Sect disciple escape? How could he know the news in advance and escape, and no one informed him?"

"Nonsense!" Leng Tao yelled loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't report it because you spewed blood!"

"Who said it was you?" Chu Li said coldly, "Why are you guilty?"

Fu Mengshan and Xu Huande stared at Leng Tao in disbelief.

Someone really tipped off the news!

They couldn't figure it out, Leng Tao's dignified son, how could he not know the seriousness of this matter, and dare to do such a thing!

Chu Li said coldly: "Guangming Holy Cult disciple, you dare to report the news, I think you don't want the emperor's son anymore!"

"Nonsense, why do you say that I tipped off the news!" Leng Tao suddenly became wiser.

He found that he had no flaws, and that guy had escaped without any evidence. As long as he killed himself, no one would be able to convict him.

Chu Li said: "It's hard to check the holy religion of Guangming, but it's not easy to check you?"

"Hmph, anyway, I didn't report the letter, so you can't rely on me!" Leng Tao clenched his teeth, refusing to admit it.

Chu Li waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to be as knowledgeable as you, so get out!"

Leng Tao gave him a hard look, turned his head and walked away.

"It's really him?" Xu Huande frowned.

Chu Li said: "Eight or nine is not far from ten."

"Ah..., Prince Cheng is too shameful!" Fu Mengshan shook his head and sighed.

"Commander, I will participate in the rest." Chu Li clasped his fists together.

"You..." Fu Mengshan and Xu Huande looked at each other, knowing that it was Chu Li who was making a condition.

Fu Mengshan said with a chuckle: "Okay, okay, just rest."

Chu Li clasped his fists together: "Then I'll take my leave first!"

He said and turned to leave.

"This guy..." Seeing Chu Li leave, Xu Huande snorted dissatisfied.

Fu Mengshan said: "Smart people are like this. They are suspicious and hide their secrets. To be able to tell them in the end is already a huge favor!"

"The Great Light Sutra..." Xu Huande frowned and said, "I have to ask the emperor about it."

"Hearing this name, it must have something to do with the Holy Cult of Guangming." Fu Mengshan said: "You have to ask the emperor."

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When Chu Li returned to his small courtyard, Leng Qiu and Leng Qing were practicing swords, sweating profusely, and their clothes were warm, revealing their exquisite curves.

Chu Li sat at the stone table and watched them practice, lazily not wanting to move.

He felt suddenly at ease, unprecedentedly at ease, there was nothing to worry about in the Duke's Mansion, and King An in the Wang Mansion also stopped, and there was no threat for the time being.

But in this way, he was a little lazy and unable to motivate himself, as if he was born to be busy.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Chu Li opened the door himself.

Song Liuying was standing pretty outside the door, dressed in an apricot-yellow blouse, cold and cold: "Chief Manager, where are Qiu'er and Qing'er?"

Chu Li stretched out his hand and begged: "Princess Wang, the two ladies are practicing kung fu."

Song Liuying curled into the courtyard, and saw the two women wielding their long swords, the cold light flickered, the air-conditioning was heavy, and she couldn't help frowning.

"Mother!" Leng Qing stopped her sword and came closer.

Song Liuying glared at her angrily: "Look at your appearance, how decent you are!"

Leng Qing said: "I am practicing sword, mother, what are you doing here?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes!" Song Liuying snorted.

The two girls entered Chuli's house as promised, and soon came out in white outfits.

"You girls, what kind of sword do you practice!" Song Liuying snorted, "What's the use of practicing kung fu?"

Chu Li said: "Princess, Miss Qing and Miss Qiu are too weak. Practicing swords can strengthen your body and prevent you from getting sick."

Song Liuying looked at him, and said helplessly: "Boss, they don't know how to fight with others. It's better to practice boxing than to practice swordsmanship. It's good to loosen your muscles and bones."

"The sword technique can save my life when it is critical." Chu Li said with a smile: "The boxing technique doesn't work."

"Ask them to save their lives?" Song Liuying laughed.

Chu Li said: "The princess looks down on the swordsmanship I taught, right?"

"That's not true." Song Liuying waved her beautiful hands and said with a smile, "I don't want their daughter's family to fight fiercely and lose their daughter's manners."

"Mother!" Leng Qing frowned dissatisfied.

Song Liuying said: "You still have to get married, you can't dance with guns and swords all day long, can you?"

"Why not?" Leng Qing snorted, "It's also good to be like Aunt Xue."

Song Liuying's face suddenly darkened.

Chu Li said: "How about the princess find a guard and ask them to make gestures?"

"Huh—?" Song Liuying looked at him.

Chu Li said with a smile: "If she can defeat the guards, the princess won't object, right?"

"No, it's not that I doubt the sword skills you teach." Song Liuying hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I just don't want her to practice martial arts."

Chu Li said: "It's better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. It's better to know some sword skills."

"...Okay." Seeing Chu Li's insistence, Song Liuying had no choice but to agree.

Now the palace is entirely dependent on Chu Li, even if she is the princess, she has to give Chu Li some face.

Leng Qiu and Leng Qing became excited.

"Little Gu, go and get two wooden swords." Song Liuying turned her head and said to the guard outside the door.

"Yes, princess." A young man raised his voice.

After a while, this handsome young man stepped into the small courtyard, holding two wooden swords in his hands, and handed one to Leng Qing.

Leng Qing waved it a few times, nodded in satisfaction, this wooden sword is heavy, similar in weight to the Qingfeng sword, holding it in the hand is no different from the Qingfeng sword, and the swordplay will not be affected.

"Come on." Leng Qing took two steps forward and stood with her sword.

The handsome young man Xiao Gu cupped his fists and said, "Miss Qing, please!"

Leng Qing said: "You shoot first."

"Yes." Xiao Gu agreed, and stabbed lightly with his sword.

Leng Qing snorted: "Didn't you eat? Be serious!"

"Yes!" Xiao Gu said hurriedly.

He was no longer humble this time, otherwise Miss Qing would really see it all, so he cheered up and stabbed with the wooden sword.

Leng Qing spun her feet, and the long sword stabbed out.

"Crack!" Xiao Gu blocked it with his sword, and the wooden sword in Leng Qing's hand flew out.

Everyone was stunned.

Xiao Gu's eyes widened in disbelief.

He just used a trick.

Originally planned to give way, even if he defeated Miss Qing, he would have to fight more than a hundred straight moves. Under the tight situation, he won a small victory with one move, but he never expected that this would solve it.

Leng Qing also stared wide-eyed. She was full of confidence at first, and felt that the heat in her body was surging, her strength increased greatly, and she could finish Xiao Gu with a single sword strike.

Song Liuying also looked at her in surprise, and then at Chu Li.

Chu Li shook his head and smiled.

Song Liuying pursed her lips and smiled, "Chief Manager, Xiaoqing's sword technique...?"

Chu Li smiled.

Leng Qing said in disbelief: "Come again!"

She went over to pick up the wooden sword, pointed at Xiao Gu, and said coldly: "Again, quickly draw the sword, no tricks!"

"...Yes." Xiao Gu glanced at Song Liuying helplessly.

Song Liuying pursed her lips and smiled, "According to her!"

Xiao Gu stabbed out with a sword lightly, met Leng Qing's cold eyes, hurriedly cheered up again, and thrust out the sword with all his strength.

"Crack!" Leng Qing's sword flew out again.