"What if Dugu seeks defeat? What do you think?" Ye Feng asked.

"In a deadly battle, the prince will win, and the battle, victory or defeat is between five and five." Murong Qiodi said.

Ye Feng stared at her closely, feeling that this girl also knew a little bit about her true ability.

Murong Qiudi turned his head away, "What does the prince look at me doing?"

"How much do you know about me?" Ye Feng smiled and looked at her.

Murong Qiodi's heart tightened.

According to her body's reaction, Ye Feng clearly felt her fear, "Don't be nervous, a couple. Although I am ruthless, I will never use it on my own woman."

Murong Qiodi breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Feng asked at this time, "I know that your Murong family has a deep research on martial arts. Let me tell you. With your knowledge of martial arts, how can I defeat him in a martial arts contest?"

"The world of martial arts, only fast is not broken." Murong Qiudi only simply said eight words.

"Dugu Nine Swords in Linghu Chong's hands, I can use the heavy sword to perform the magic sword art faster than him, but in the hands of Dugu Qiuqiu, the light sword may not be used. When we played the palace, I noticed his sword. It's really fast, very fast." Ye Feng said.

"The supremacy of martial arts is by no means those who look at clever and clever martial arts. The highest comprehension is to simplify the complex. The simplest moves are the best moves, and only simple moves can maximize the speed." Murong Qiu Di said.

Murong Qiudi's statement has the same magical effect as Bruce Lee's statement.

Although there is no pressure to sling a hundred Bruce Lee with Ye Feng's current kung fu, Bruce Lee's martial arts philosophy is still applicable.

The supremacy of martial arts, throwing away those fancy and powerful moves, turning them into the simplest attack and defense, because the moves are simple, the speed can be faster, and the opponent will be caught off guard.

Of course, this can only be done by someone with a certain martial arts foundation, and Ye Feng has this foundation.

"I think I understand." Ye Feng smoothly kissed Murong Qiudi's mountain, and the candlelight went out.

Early the next morning, Ye Feng, who had been tossing for half a night, got up early, took out the Qing Ming Sword, and started practicing.

Ye Feng's current moves are very fast, so that with Murong Qiodi's skills, his eyes are a little bit unable to keep up with his rhythm.

However, if you look closely at Ye Feng's moves, you are not clever. Fore-stabs, diagonal strokes, straight characters, reverse characters, block, and avoid. It is as simple as a martial arts idiot who can learn his moves after reading it a few times.

But it was this kind of move that gave Murong Qiudi a feeling of extreme powerlessness. Between attacking and defending, he could do it in one go, with no gaps at all.

Yefeng is now a sharp sword when attacking, and an iron plate when defending, it is difficult to find its flaws.

As the practice continues, the speed of the night wind is getting faster and faster, and the flaws are getting harder and harder to find.

It seemed that he had discovered the existence of Murong Qiodi, and Ye Feng began to retract his sword and walked over.

"You should have been tired last night, why don't you take a break?" Ye Feng asked.

Murong Qiudi rarely showed a trace of her little daughter's shyness, and said, "Prince, what do you say about this in broad daylight?"

"I care about you." Ye Feng said.

Murong Qiudi didn't worry about it, and asked: "What kind of martial arts is the prince? It's amazing! I looked simple, but after substituting myself into it, I found that it was completely irresistible."

"Combined with what you said last night, I combined the Divine Sword Art, the Thirteen Swords of Death, the Blood Burial Sword, the Snowflake Sword, and other martial arts. I took the most practical moves and created my own one. Swordsmanship, I named it Jiejian Dao."

Speaking of this, Ye Feng is also a bit ashamed, what he used is actually Bruce Lee's philosophy, but the fusion of martial arts is different, and it can be said that Ye Feng created his own.

"Cut the sword?" Murong Qiudi murmured, "The name is not domineering enough. For such a powerful martial arts, there should be a better name."

"Hehe." Ye Feng couldn't help but touched Murong Qiudi's hair, "When have you paid so much attention to those illusory things?"

"Oh... the prince, the hair I just combed has been messed up for you." Murong Qiudi couldn't help groaning.

"Then go in and comb it again." Ye Feng took her into the room as he said, and it was rare that he combed his head for Murong Qiodi.

Tomb Rong Qiudi was moved inexplicably, the man behind him was so domineering in front of outsiders, even cold-blooded, but he had such a tender side.

Looking back at the beginning, she married Ye Feng because Ye Feng has the status of a prince!

Later, after seeing his ability, she began to indulge in admiration, but now she is completely lost. The initial little ambition, and the favor of such a man, she would rather want the latter.

"If you are enthroned, keep it at the back, and leave it to someone who is more useful to you." Murong Qiudi came to this sentence without thinking.

"Who are you talking to?" Ye Feng asked, picked up an eyebrow pencil, and began to draw eyebrows for Murong Qiudi.

"Mongolian Princess Huazheng, Houjin's Gege, Daming's princess, all do." Murong Qiudi said.

"Don't move." Because Murong Qiudi moved, the eyebrow pencil was drawn to his forehead.

Murong Qiudi didn't care.

"I don't think so. In the future, I will not have the position of queen in Da Sui." Ye Feng seemed to say casually, but this was actually what he had thought of.

As soon as he was enthroned, he faced the issue of the canonization of his concubines. There are so many beauties who will be added one after another in the future. He is the current wife, and he doesn't want to wrong anyone.

In terms of love, he wanted to give to Su Rongrong, because it was the woman he really loved to the bone.

But to be fair, it should be Murong Qiudi, because this is the first to marry him and has been helping him.

But if the latecomer wanted to ride on both of them, Ye Feng wouldn't do it, no matter what princess he was.

And the status is low, and the alliance country will not do it, so there will be only equal or seemingly high-level.

Murong Qiodi was puzzled, but Ye Feng didn't say more.

"Okay, are you satisfied with this makeup?" Ye Feng pointed to the beauty in the mirror and asked Murong Qiudi.

"A woman is a person who pleases herself, and the prince is satisfied." Murong Qiu Di Yan smiled.

"I like it very much."

Seeing that he was about to ascend the throne, Ye Feng still had a headache for the position of the queen.

Su Rongrong is tolerant, she only thinks about Yefeng, it doesn't matter.

But Murong Qiudi cared very much. It can be said that her original intention of marrying Ye Feng was for this.

Ye Feng was not good and hurt her too hard. After all, the person she had been with her for the longest time, in Ye Feng's heart, she was already an absolutely indispensable family member.

Now that I can solve this problem by combing my hair, it is really beyond Ye Feng's expectation.

It is said that a man is an animal that thinks in the lower part of the body, and a woman is an emotional animal. The latter sentence is true.

After combing his hair, Ye Feng left the rear official and came to the front court. It was time for the upper court.

There are a few more people who came to the court today than yesterday. Naturally, Gao Xuan and the others are the ones who came to the court.

And the main thing to say is still enthroned. The Book of Rites has already chosen a date, just the day after tomorrow. This is the same as what Dugu Qiufei said, and it also fits the meaning of the night wind, so he has to step up preparations.

At the same time, Gao Xuan was also asked to inform those who did not come to the court that they would definitely attend the enthronement ceremony the day after tomorrow.

Although those people were to be cleaned up after they became king, they still have to survive the scene now.

These people also know their fate, and if they come and don't have the same results, naturally no one will listen.

Ye Feng also responded, let Gao Xiu take the words: Those who don’t come will all rob their families, no matter how big the sins come, they will only kill themselves, if the sins are small, they will only be removed, and no sins are just getting close to Ye Guang. Exempt from punishment.

Having arranged these, Ye Feng continued to practice martial arts.

Not only swordsmanship, but also swordsmanship, fists and kicks, all kinds of kung fu are integrated into the new concept, and in the display, it also integrates the wind and cloud step.

At noon, the sun is more poisonous. The sun in this world seems to be smaller than that of the earth, but one big and two small. Under the scorching sun, it is no cooler than the earth, and the night breeze rests for a while. carry on.

This practice went straight to night.

The next day I still practiced till the morning.

I rested at noon.

At this time, Ye Feng called a soldier, "Go and send a letter to Duguqiu defeat, come to the emperor tonight, and compete."