The next morning, Yang Jie cleaned his body and carried the imperial gold medal with him. He stepped on the red bull that he had used to riding in front of the mansion and rushed straight towards the palace.

Before Chen Shi arrived, he had arrived at the palace gate, and Xia Niu stepped forward to negotiate with the palace gate guards. As soon as he showed the imperial gold medal, he saw a white-faced and beardless middle-aged man stepping out of the palace gate, but it was the guard who followed "Huang Shou" that day. This man is now wearing an eunuch outfit, which not only shows his identity, but also indirectly proves that Yang Jie's guess about the identity of "Huang Shou".

"Don't hear that, I am here to welcome Mr. Yang by the third prince!"

Today, Mo Wen's attitude towards Yang Jie was very different from last time. He did not have the arrogant look of the previous one. Instead, he showed twelve points of respect and humility, and he bowed his hands and laughed aggrieved when he was far away.

Yang Jie knew that this person was incredible. In addition to his superficial identity as an eunuch, he was afraid that he would also secretly serve as the last line of defense around Yin Shou. He did not dare to neglect at that time, and hurriedly replied with a smile: "It turned out to be Mr. Mo... Oh, now it's time to call him Mon Neijian. In this way, the young master Huang was the third prince that day?"

Mo Wen laughed and said, "The little marquis learned from others and was extremely smart. Your Highness is already waiting in the palace and asks the young master to meet with me."

Yang Jie said, "I'm working hard." Then he handed over the mount to the guards at the palace gate, and followed Mo Wen to the palace.

The two of them walked through the numerous pavilions and pavilions one by one, and came to a building complex composed of more than a dozen large and small temples.

Mo Wen turned around and smiled, "Little Marquis, that is the 'Shouyang Palace' where His Highness lives, and not far away is the 'Shouxian Palace' where His Highness lives. Because His Highness is not yet an adult, His Highness refuses to let him live alone outside the palace, but instead places him beside him so that he can teach nearby."

Yang Jie knew that his words meant that Yin Shu was deeply favored by Emperor Yi and had a bright future. He was the one who was a companion to study and should seize the opportunity to strive to be loyal to the future to gain wealth, but he only nodded with a smile and did not respond.

Seeing that the other party was calm, he didn't see any excitement, and he never responded on his own initiative. While Mo Wen felt bored, he also sighed that this young man was a little scheming. No wonder his master, who had always had a very high vision, valued him so much.

The two entered the main gate of Shouyang Palace. Mo Wen said that His Highness was practicing martial arts with others, so he directly led Yang Jie to a martial arts training ground with a vast area behind.

At this moment, the third prince Yin Shou was indeed fighting against others in the martial arts field, dancing a large long-handled sword that looked very heavy into a huge ball of light, covering the whole body without any trace of wind and rain.

The opponent of Yin Shou was a boy of similar age, with a face similar to that of a heavy date, a silkworm's eyebrows and a phoenix eyebrow, and a heroic spirit. The boy held a black tassel iron spear in his hand, and his arms opened and closed, trembling, making the iron spear like a green dragon playing in the water and a black python penetrated the forest.

"Is it him?" Yang Jie immediately found the image of this young man from his memory in this life, but it was Huang Feihu, who had a reputation as "two ghosts" in Chaoge's powerful circle with him.

"Your Highness..." Mo Wen asked Yang Jie to wait outside the venue, and walked up to report.

"Flying Tiger, I'll use the iron spear in your hand!" Yin Shou suddenly shouted, and at the same time put the big knife on the opponent's iron spear and used a clever force to pick it up.

When Huang Feihu heard His Highness's words, he immediately relaxed his hands holding the gun, and the iron gun immediately flew out of his hand.

Yin Shou then used his life's divine power to swing his sword behind the spearhead. A two-meter-long spear immediately flew towards Yang Jie like a giant arrow shot from a crossbow with a sharp roar through the air.

Yang Jie smiled and waved his right hand slanted, gently placed it on the iron spear flying to the waist, and turned around with the person and the gun in a circle, removing the huge force contained in the gun body invisibly.

He held a gun in one hand and found that the gun was made of fine iron, with its head and tail integrated, heavy and weighing about a hundred pounds. He gently brushed his fingers across this well-made iron tool, and he had another one in his heart that this world was definitely not the evidence of the Shang Dynasty in history.

"Haha... I really had a great time fighting last time. This time I will compete with you on the skills of weapons and see the knife!"

Yin Shou laughed and said with a long laugh, his hands were not stopped. He followed the sword and suddenly came to Yang Jie. The sword was slashed with an extremely domineering "struggle on Huashan".

"I am happy to accompany you!" Yang Jie responded concisely, holding a gun in his hands, making a gesture of "building a golden beam across the horizontal line".

Accompanied by a deafening sound of gold and iron, the two boys staggered back at the same time, and felt their arms numb and hot when they stood still. They were both born with divine power, and they were difficult to distinguish between physical strength when they competed for fists and feet. The same was true for changing the weapons this time.

"Excited!" Yin Shou's desire to fight became higher and higher, and the sword followed him with him and danced like a storm.

Yang Jie no longer fought hard. The iron spear shook in his hand. The iron spear rod became as soft as a willow branch under the strong arm strength and exquisite skills. The tip of the spear drew a series of circular trajectories from large to small in the void as the gun body trembled, wrapping the opponent's big sword one after another.

"This is another move!"

Yin Shou recognized that the opponent's gun technique was in line with the strange boxing technique he used a few days ago, and he couldn't help but feel unlucky in his heart. At that time, he felt that the rings drawn by the opponent's iron spear had a solidity. Not only did the rings increase, his big sword became heavier and heavier, but also continued to shrink his big sword as the rings narrowed, making it more and more difficult to operate.

At the moment when the big sword was completely frozen and Yin Shu tried hard to withdraw the knife in surprise, Yang Jie's iron spear went around the lower direction of the big sword and gently lifted it.

He had practiced Tai Chi to the point of being able to master the magic in his previous life. For a boxing master, equipment is just an extension of his arm. Just now, he used an iron spear to evolve the most exquisite "Ran Ring Art" in Tai Chi. He first defeated the enemy with a circular force, and then defeated the enemy with the method of using force to defeat the enemy. The essence of "sucking the enemy deep into the chaotic ring, and four or two thousand pounds of moves" written in the boxing technique is just one move, but it is also the pinnacle move in his life.

At that time, Yin Shou felt an unparalleled force pulling the sword in his hand out. Even with his natural divine power, he couldn't control it. He unconsciously relaxed his hands and the sword was about to fly out of his hand.

In the midst of this flash, Yang Jie's iron spear turned to the upper direction of the sword and pressed it downward, just right to offset the force on the knife.

Yin Shou's reaction was also extremely quick. He immediately clenched his hands, holding the knife again, barely avoiding the situation of making a fool of himself by losing his weapon.

Yang Jie took back his iron spear and bowed: "Yang Jie showed his ugly face, please forgive me!"

Yin Shou threw the big knife to Mo Wen, who was beside him, and laughed loudly, and there was no look of shame on his face: "Yang Jie, you don't have to cover up your shame for Gu, it's Gu who is offering a shame. Speaking of which, did you keep your hands in the last competition? Why did you win so easily today?"

Yang Jie also smiled and said, "The battle was in the last battle, and the outcome was only in an instant. Moreover, although there was only one move just now, it was Yang Jie's ability to do it."

"This statement is reasonable." Yin Shou nodded repeatedly and said, "The one who should come to teach Gu today is Grand Master Wen, and he must wait for him to finish his morning court. Gu wants to eat something to fill his stomach first, and you and Gu are having a chat. Feihu, come together!"

Huang Feihu, who seemed to be a little trance, heard this and bowed and smiled, "It was not that he should have let down His Highness's good wishes, but Feihu would have to accompany his father to patrol the barracks in the palace later, but it was impossible to delay."

Yin Shou shook his head and smiled, "Well, Gu knows that the rules of the Old General Huang are extremely high. If it is delayed, Feihu, as his son, will only be punished more severely, and will not harm you."

"Thank you Your Highness to be considerate, Feihu said goodbye." Huang Feihu bowed, turned to say goodbye to Yang Jie, and then reincarnated and left quickly.

Yin Shou looked at Huang Feihu's back and shook his head, then walked towards Yang Jie, and walked intimately with him, holding his wrists and walking towards the palace in front.

After carefully observing the expression of His Highness Yin Shou beside him, and confirming that the cheerfulness and enthusiasm on his face were not disguised, Yang Jie couldn't help but feel emotion, and at the same time he thought of a poem he had read in his previous life: "Donald Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang had not usurped the time. He died in the first place, but who knows the authenticity of his life?"
Chapter completed!