It was like a spark that quickly detonated the atmosphere in the place.
Those old ministers were like water falling into a frying pan, crackling and exploding.
"What are you talking about?"
the master in charge asked directly without even caring about his superiority.
Chang Li took a step back slightly, raising the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic manner, "Don't even think about it."
He said the word without politeness, and the abandonment in it made these people who had persisted for decades furious.
Don't even think about what it meant.
With such a simple word, you denied their decades of support.
Then they Why did they try so hard to teach him in the following decades?
Isn't it just to let him dominate the Wei Dynasty again?
The throne of the Emperor, this is something that many people dream of but cannot reach.
Now they are using all their efforts to push him to that throne, but he doesn't appreciate it.
Why should he?
They were panting loudly like bullfights about to rush into the fighting arena.
It seemed as if there was a stream of hot magma in their bodies that was about to rush up and melt them down.
Chang Li watched their situation coldly, with sarcasm shining in his eyes.
He said no more, because he knew that no matter what he said, he could not change the minds of these people, so he just reached out and broke off a peach blossom next to him. of branches.
It was March, and there were still light peach blossoms on the branches.
At the moment when they were broken off by Changli, the peach blossoms were still in full bloom on the branches, admiring themselves beautifully.
He said, "Fight."
The other meaning revealed in this light and clever sentence is roughly that if he wins, the sea will be wide and the fish will jump, and the sky will be high and the birds will fly.
If he loses, he will naturally become his original self.
This is that What the crowd thinks, although the meaning of long separation has never been this.
This group of people looked at each other, and then retreated one after another.
With a wave of their hands, a group of dead soldiers appeared from all directions.
Although this group of people couldn't take most of the things they had, there were still some people under them, such as these, but A dead man who died for a certain life or for a certain person.
This is a world where the court is mixed with martial arts, and martial arts clearly exist.
The legends of swordsmen, swordsman masters, and grand masters are still spread among the people in the world, and even in some rural alleys.
I heard stories about some knights robbing the rich and giving to the poor.
When this group of people was cultivating a destined heir, in addition to the orthodox classics and history, they also had martial arts to strengthen the body, etc., although martial arts had never been the main focus of Changli's life.
But he is indeed a genius.
No matter in which aspect, martial arts is better than many people in the world, even though he is not very careful, and these people include those martial arts who are widely known in the world. person.
Chang Li held a peach blossom and stood in the howling cold wind.
The expensive clothes seemed a bit out of place in such a remote mountain village, but when they were worn on him, they had a sense of elegance and refinement.
Those old ministers looked at His Highness who was so independent from the world, with a flash of irritation and anger in their eyes, and at the same time a hint of relief.
Look, this is the person they taught.
He is so outstanding.
Look, this is the person they taught.
He actually disrespected his master and went against the grain They looked at the light and agile figure in the field, and sighed in their hearts.
If they had known, they would not have taught His Highness the martial arts so well.
Hey, at that time, they felt lucky to have brought some secrets from the palace, but now they see Come on, those secrets are really a curse.
At their age, it was naturally impossible for them to do it themselves.
Moreover, they had no martial arts skills, so watching the dead soldiers encircle and suppress Changli was their natural behavior.
But looking at them, I noticed something was wrong.
Why was Changli so light and casual when facing so many dead soldiers, just like a cat facing a struggling mouse?
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There are so many dead soldiers.
The word "many" should be in quotation marks.
After all, they cannot support so many people with the strength in their hands, but the number of dead soldiers is by no means small.
After all, those who cherish the former dynasty There are indeed some.
But even if there were only a few dead soldiers participating in the battle, the result should not be like this.
They still have some confidence in His Highness's martial arts.
Although his martial arts level may surpass those dead soldiers, in terms of actual combat experience and confrontation The enemy's mentality is definitely not as good as theirs, so in actual combat, the dead soldiers should not be at an absolute disadvantage.
But the result was completely beyond their expectations.
They watched the dead soldiers being knocked to the ground one by one, watched the defense forces around them become less and less, and watched Chang Li walk away step by step.
Close, then his body trembled and he stepped back.
The leader's eyes were wide open, his beard was trembling, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I didn't know that your skills have reached such an extent."
His voice was full of annoyance.
Chang Li walked forward quickly and steadily, making no sound when his feet landed.
Naturally, this body could not reach this level, but he was not necessarily sure.
After so many worlds of practice and experience, if he still can't defeat a few dead soldiers, then his life has been in vain.
Moreover, from a high-level perspective, he is really looking down on himself compared with these dead soldiers.
Own.
If martial arts is compared to cooking, then His Highness is a chef who has inherited the family's skills.
He acts according to the family's skills.
Even if he makes delicious food and wine, he still follows the steps most of the time.
But now Chang Li It is an experienced chef who has been working in the kitchen for decades and uses the knowledge and experience gained from decades of experience to create recipes.
The former only knows what it is but doesn't know why it is, and the latter knows both what it is and why it is.
The two have completely different understandings and proficiency in power, and sometimes they even show a state of qualitative change.
If the martial arts fell into the hands of the original highness, he could probably only protect himself, but in the hands of Chang Li, he could torture these people without even breathing heavily.
He looked at the trembling Taifu and said softly, "Kneel down."
These words were as soft as the spring breeze in March, but mixed with the coldness of several long winters.
The Taifu was so shocked by these words that he knelt down with a plop, and there was a crisp sound when his knees landed on the ground.
It came out firmly, causing the expressions of other veterans to become distorted.
Chang Li said softly at this time, "What a good minister of the Wei Dynasty, Taifu Bai."
All four people could hear the irony in this sentence of "good minister", but Tutor Bai did not dare to complain at all, because the peach branch was clearly placed around his neck.
Even the kneeling ceremony just now was uncertain whether it was because he was shocked by Changli's words or because his life was threatened: