During dinner, the remaining people in Panlong Academy met with Zhong Li and Zhao Xifeng who were rushing back to the inn. The few of them got the first magic weapon of their own in their lives, and their performance was different.

Dong Erpang was naturally overjoyed. Since he began to practice, his hands have increased day by day. If you use ordinary weapons, you may accidentally break it in your hands. This giant anaconda sword is more than five feet long, which is almost equal to Erpang's current height. Just that in his hands, it seems extremely domineering. In his words, this is the sword that a man from the northwest should use.

Sun Wenzhen held a charming red red handjob, which was obviously more suitable for women, and showed a laugh and crying expression on her face. She twisted a few sword flowers, and always felt like the sword-holding dancers she saw in Kyoto a few days ago.

Gu Qingyuan picked up Bai Lu and thought about the fitness, as if he was a little distressed. After a while, he turned around and said to Zhong Li, "Thank you for your good intentions, but we don't know how to use swords."

"What's the difficulty? You'll be able to use it."

It will be useful, but Teacher Zhong’s answer is still as unreasonable and domineering as ever.

Waving a new treasure in the yard for a while, Dong Erpang returned to the room panting and asked Zhao Xifeng: "Fengzi, what kind of sword did you pick for yourself? Are you so arrogant like me?"

Zhao Xifeng smiled slightly, took out the iron Ruyi plate from his arms and set it on the front of everyone.

Several people looked down at the iron plate, then looked up at Zhao Xifeng, and were stunned for a moment.

"Is this... a discus?" Dong Erpang asked in confusion, "Fengzi, are you planning to use it to create a Taoist sword by yourself?"

Zhao Xifeng didn't answer, but just picked up the iron plate, pondered for a while and injected the Yuan Ling into it. So the iron plate gradually changed into a three-foot sword with an ordinary shape.

"I snatched this plate from a killer today. As long as the Yuan Ling is injected, it can change its appearance at will. If the killer uses it as a hand, I wonder why it cannot be used as a sword." Zhao Xifeng shrugged and replied.

When everyone saw the Huo Iron Ruyi Pan for the first time, they couldn't help but come up to check it out. So the Ruyi Pan turned into white dew and red butterfly in the hands of everyone. Except for the different colors, there was no sword spirit, it was almost the same as the authentic one.

Dong Erpang looked at Tiepan with some envy, deliberately curled his lips and said disdainfully: "It's not as fancy as me, Sen Ran."

The iron plate Zhao Xifeng turned into an ordinary long sword again. Zhao Xifeng smiled and threw the long sword towards Dong Erpang. Erpang took it casually, but he staggered and almost fell down. He looked up in horror and asked, "So heavy?"

Zhao Xifeng nodded and said in a teasing manner, "If the amount of Yuan Ling is injected is enough, it will weigh a thousand pounds. How about it? Is it more masculinity?"

Erpang snorted coldly and turned his head away angrily.

At this time, Gu Qingyuan asked in confusion: "Swords are good swords, but if there is no sword spirit, it is just equivalent to a heavier ordinary iron sword. Many powerful sword moves and wonderful uses cannot be used. Xifeng, why don't you choose a real Taoist sword?"

Zhao Xifeng smiled but refused to answer. Everyone saw that he had a certain plan in their hearts and stopped asking.

In fact, Zhao Xifeng couldn't say anything about his suffering. As early as when he was choosing a sword, he vaguely felt that Long Yabi would never allow him to wear another spiritual sword on his body for a long time, because this was a huge provocation to its royal sword. As expected, Zhao Xifeng sat quietly in the carriage with the innate wooden spirit sword embryo in his hand, and the sword embryo was swallowed by Long Yabi, and there was no trace of scum left behind!

Out of helplessness, Zhao Xifeng had to choose such a substitute, which was better than nothing.

Just as everyone was talking with their own swords in their hands, Zhong Li coughed coldly, and the room was immediately silent.

"What are you showing off with a piece of iron mud?" Zhong Li gave Zhao Xifeng a blank look. The latter stuck out his tongue and secretly made a face to Erpang in exchange for a tacit smile on his side.

"This time I come here, in addition to escorting Xi Feng back, there is another thing I want to tell you," Zhong Li paused and continued, "Last evening, Zhao Wu and the Supervisory Officer Qin Wangchuan entered the city together."

When Zhao Xifeng heard about his father, he didn't care about the Taoist sword anymore and immediately asked: "Is there anything wrong with me, Ah Da?"

Zhong Li shook her head and said, "It should be fine. When she entered the city, the person who was now the guard and the inspector of the Miyuan Courtyard Zhou Lang, who was also the old man in the Miyun Guard at that time. This way, Mr. Zhao had twists and turns along the way, he arrived in Beijing safely."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Zhong Li's words. Sun Wenzhen said excitedly: "Then we only need to pick up the old man and Xifeng to reunite, and then visit the capital for a few days, and then bring some specialties back to Panlong Town?"

Everyone laughed, but Zhong Li's expression on her face did not relax. She only heard her say, "If it was that simple, I will bring Mr. Zhao here directly today. Do you know that so far, Mr. Zhao is still a suspect who escaped from the Political Consultative Office. During the escape, he even kidnapped the officials of the Supervision Office. Xi Feng is also an accomplice of his escape. If you just go to pick up people like this, I promise that as soon as he walks out of the gate of the Privy Council, the officials who come to the gate of the Supervision Office will definitely be the officials who come to the gate of the Supervision Office to get people. Even if you can break through by luck, you will never go out of the gate of the capital. You must know that the case of Mr. Zhao involves the assassination of Princess Yongle more than ten years ago!"

Everyone remained silent. Zhao Xifeng lowered his head and unconsciously played with the iron Ruyi Pan in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

"For the sake of the present, I can only wait," Zhong Li stood up and continued, "Although the Prime Minister's Office, the Supervision Department and the Political Consultative Office are powerful, they are far from being able to cover the sky. Before we set out from Panlong Town, Mr. Zhou had already sent a message to Tianqing Department and relayed all the Xifeng statements to Mr. Chunqi. As Princess Yongle's mentor, as long as Mr. Chunqi did not speak in the case of the princess's assassination, no one could make a final conclusion, even Emperor Renzong would not do it."

"Mr. Zhou..." Zhao Xifeng remembered the gentle and smiling figure who was still far away in Panlong's town, and was a little moved. It is true that Zhou Zhe could have withdrawn at any time in this kind of ancestral temple dispute last year, but not only did he not do this, he even involved the entire Tianqingsi.

Just when Zhao Xifeng's mind was thousands of miles away, Zhong Li was also looking at Zhao Xifeng thoughtfully. In fact, during today's talks, whenever Zhong Li talked about Princess Yongle, she would look at Zhao Xifeng with a profound meaning.

Gu Qingyuan frowned and said, "It's too passive to wait for the law like this. I have heard of the case of Uncle Zhao Wu over the past year. During this period, General Zhou Beichen was involved. May I ask the teacher, are there any movements in the Jinwu Guard?"

"Not yet, Queen Zhou has remained silent unusually," Zhong Li shook her head and said, "No matter what they do, we do have a place to move, it is him."

"Me?" Zhao Xifeng followed the direction of Zhong Li's finger, stretched out his finger to point his nose, and asked in surprise.

Zhong Li smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, it's only you who can be your father. Mr. Zhou and I have designed a new identity for you together. You must accept it quickly and believe it yourself. Let's muddle the water of this case a little more."

"What is the identity?" Zhao Xifeng was still at a loss.

"What do you think of Princess Yongle's son, Ebi Khan's relative grandson?" Zhong Li smiled brighter and brighter.
Chapter completed!