Jiangnan Academy, early in the morning.

The air was chilly with low temperatures, and the trees were all bleak and the birds that could be seen were no longer there.

The trees on both sides of the street are no longer verdant, and sometimes fallen leaves.

Barking.

There were two or three dirty puppies, occasionally running around, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the school.

Smack.

Han Dong wore ordinary sneakers in dark black and strode out of the dormitory and headed for the fitness building of Jiangnan Academy.

Quite rhythmic pace, echoing in the quiet campus.

He is one of the few early risers, but there are also some early risers, who are basically students who are preparing for graduate school entrance examinations, and gather early in the library to study carefully.

"Hey, it's cold. ”

"I wore two layers of sweater, and I still felt cold, but fortunately, the library turned on the air conditioning, and I was quite conscientious. ”

The two boys chatted with each other and yawned.

They saw Han Dong, who was dressed simply, passing by, with a strange face, and after a careful glance, they couldn't help but look at each other, wearing so little, isn't it cold?

Sizzle.

They rubbed their reddened palms and were speechless: "That classmate is really frost-resistant." ”

"Forget it, the unified entrance examination for master's students in Huaguo will start in a week, and the comprehensive subjects are fine, but the professional subjects are too difficult. ”

The two of them carried heavy school bags on their backs, and disappeared at the main entrance of the library in a slightly hurried manner.

......

Jiangnan Academy, outside the fitness building.

A cold wind sweeps across the majestic marble surface, emphasizing the neatness of the glass doors and rendering the surroundings quiet.

End of the street.

Han Dong groaned secretly as he walked.

Normally, at this time, he should be practicing painting mountain piles in the dormitory, and the painting mountain piles that have reached the first mountain realm are strong and round, and there is no escape, and he does not have to worry about collapsing the cement floor of the dormitory.

But today is different.

Because I mentioned it to Yan Cangtu last time, I wanted to find the matter of 'salted fish comfort'.

He occasionally looked through the forums of Jiangnan University and found that this philosophy student, nicknamed 'Salted Fish Anle', would reply to a post with profound truths. And he happened to be troubled by the influence of the memories of his past life.

If it is truly reborn, should it be repeated?

If it is not a rebirth, how can it be appropriately referred?

This involves some philosophical thinking, and Han Dong can't figure it out, so he simply found this philosophy student and communicated face-to-face.

Professional things, trust professionals!

Moreover, in the Internet era, the reputation of scholars and experts is relatively poor, compared with Han Dong, who believes in the truth of words and words.

"Still. ”

"I just asked Yan Cangtu to find someone, and he should go down at that time. Yesterday, I sent a WeChat message, proposing to introduce me to the fitness building early this morning and get to know each other. ”

Don't.

This philosophy student is a martial arts student, or maybe he is a member of the martial arts world.

"That's it. ”

"Let's go in and see. ”

Han Dong took out the martial arts student's proprietary student card, swiped it on the access control of the glass door, pushed the door in, and walked along the passage to the cement field inside the fitness building.

Here and now.

There was a cloud of ethereal sword light in front of him.

Just look at Yan Cangtu's antique robe, the placket fluttering, the sleeves of the robe churning, holding a bronze long sword, turning from the spot, as if evolving a scene of sword light.

Sometimes the sword breaks through the sky, and the accumulation is like a cloud.

Sometimes it spreads in arcs, and the trajectory is gorgeous.

This is a sword light far beyond any video on the Internet, not only can you hear the faint sound of the sword, but also can see the flickering edge of the cold, beautiful to the extreme.

"Fencing?"

Han Dong muttered with a little surprise.

Toll!

Yan Cangtu also stopped his movements in time, threw away the long sword with his hand, and just drew a straight trajectory, which was placed in the scabbard next to him.

"Haha. ”

"I was suddenly interested this morning, so I just had nothing to do, and I practiced swordsmanship for a while, which made you laugh. ”

Yan Cangtu shook his robe, pulled the young man next to him, and walked towards Han Dong.

As for fencing, neither of them cared much about it. For the upper three grades and even the martial arts realm, the role of weapons cannot be ignored. But for those who practice martial arts above the realm of military generals, the so-called weapons are only dispensable.

It is a liquid internal force flowing on the surface of the body, which is solid.

The strength in the body all exploded, destroying the gold and breaking the rigidity.

With the current development of science and technology, it is not possible to produce weapons suitable for the military general realm for the time being. Even if the long sword smelted in alloy collides with a general-level demon, it will bend or even collapse.

In a nutshell.

No matter how sharp the blade is, it can't match the liquid hand knife in the military general realm. And the realm of Wu Zong, which can not be speculated, and the palm slashing, can even cut the diamond.

Internal force, body, and all kinds of techniques are the weapons that martial arts practitioners are used to fight.

As for swordsmanship, swordfighting, spearmanship, and stick skills, there are also martial arts practitioners who practice them, but they can only be used to pass the time in their spare time.

Then.

Yan Cangtu pulled the young student, walked up to Han Dong, and introduced, "This is my junior brother Yu Pin'an. ”

Bro?

Han Dong's eyes flashed.

In the martial arts world, there is only such a name for martial arts sects. It just so happens that Yan Cangtu is a member of the sect, and this philosophy student is also a martial artist of the sect?

"Hello, Emperor Qing. ”

Yu Pin'an nodded his head with a smile.

His impression of Han Dong was very good, almost to the point of being incomprehensible. Because what Yu Pin'an desires most is freedom.

And in Han Dong, he saw it.

If it was described in poetry, he thought it should be: the stars fall down the plains, and the moonlight swells in the river.

"Salted fish Anle?" Han Dong frowned and said in surprise: "Yu Pin'an?"

"Yes. ”

Yu Pin'an nodded, smiling like a spring breeze.

Han Dong frowned secretly, because in his inspiration, he seemed to sense the kindness of Ruowu, but according to subtle observations, Yu Pin'an's steps were frivolous and his body weight was normal, and he was probably not a martial arts practitioner.

But.

If you are not a martial arts practitioner, how can you sense good intentions or bad intentions?

Ordinary people with normal qi and blood fluctuate weakly, like a flash of firelight, and inspiration is imperceptible.

"Haha, Pin'an is from the same sect as me, but he didn't choose to practice martial arts. Yan Cangtu also thought that Han Dong was just puzzled that Yu Pin'an was not a martial arts practitioner, and explained: "But Pin'an also belongs to the martial arts world, so you don't have to worry about the iron rules." ”

Born in the sect, he is naturally a person in the martial arts world.

Let alone.

Who's to say it's not?

Yu Pin'an's own uncle, Yu Liming, was the contemporary Tianjiao of more than 30 years ago, and no one can guess how far it has come now.

"Alright. ”

"Talk, I've got a phone here. ”

Yan Cangtu took out his vibrating mobile phone and walked to the side, his expression changed a little, this was a call from his own sister, and he didn't know what messy thoughts he had.

What happened back then, no wonder Ning Moli was gone.

He has resentment in his heart, but no hatred, and with Han Dong's current dazzling light, why bother to offend him.

In the venue, Han Dong chatted with Yu Pin'an for a while, only using the content of the reply on the school forum as the center of the topic, and did not ask too much, because Yu Pin'an and Yan Cangtu are people from the martial arts world.

Talking directly about fate?

It's not good to ask recklessly.

If Yu Pin'an guesses what he wants to know, there may be unforeseen consequences.

After thinking about it, Han Dong said casually: "The salted fish is happy, the nickname is really good, even a salted fish has the hope of peace and happiness." ”

Yu Pin'an's face stiffened and smiled.

God pity!

In fact, it is the result of two random keystrokes...... So he decided to tell the truth: "Brother Han is really extraordinary. When I first came up with a nickname, I flipped through books just to get this name, which contains profound and simple philosophical truths. ”

Han Dong was also a little confused: "What's the truth?"

"Alas. ”

Yu Pin'an frowned, thought hard for a while, and said abruptly: "The truth is too profound, I'm afraid it's hard to explain." ”

Han Dong adheres to the noble quality of empathy, with a sincere face: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you can tell slowly." ”

“？？？”

Yu Pin'an's face was difficult and secretly worried...... Ren He is well versed in philosophy, and he doesn't know how to interpret the nickname of Salted Fish Anle!

He only knows one thing,

The salted fish is really delicious.

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Jiangnan University Activity Center.

There is an extremely large circular field with a slightly curved ceiling, which seems to have a sound effect.

The area used for singing is a slightly higher area with wired microphones on it, located on the south side of the circular field. On the other side of the venue, there are seats, and there are a large number of students with excited faces, constantly coming and going.

"Today's final, it's so exciting. ”

"It is said that the student council specially invited a singer and a music teacher from our school to form four judging seats to score the students who participated in the competition. ”

"How many are there in the competition?"

"It's estimated that there will be 20 people, and the final will definitely last more than two hours. ”

They are either looking forward to it, or discussing with each other with great interest, or taking advantage of this to taste the snacks and desserts specially brought over, noisy and lively to the extreme.

......

On both sides of the seating area, there are open spaces.

Han Dong had not yet sat down, but looked at the girl with a blushing face with a smile on his face, and his eyes crossed with a sense of amazement.

Today's Zhang Hao is rarely painted with light makeup.

The girl is wearing a blue cotton suit, with a dark sweater inside, and her jet-black hair is just over the shoulders, which sets off the white and red of the face, which is quite delicate and smart, especially the light makeup, which adds a sense of fairness and purity.

Beautiful?

Poetic and picturesque?

Two idioms flashed in Han Dong's mind one after another, but he couldn't find appropriate adjectives, but he felt that he couldn't get enough of it, and he couldn't help but take a closer look.

"Hey, look at what. ”

Zhang Hao pursed his lips and glared at Han Dong with a smile.

Under the light makeup, there is a faint hint of white and tender shyness, and the delicate face has a little pride, as if it is beautiful.

Han Dong smiled slightly: "Look at you." ”

"Hmph. Zhang Hao's little heart suddenly beat twice, and he twisted his face as if he was disgusted, and said in a low voice: "I'll be ranked seventeenth, I'll have to wait a long time." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Han Dong smiled.

I've already practiced drawing stakes four times today, so it doesn't hurt to stay here a little longer. If life is only martial arts, anyone will feel bored.

People who practice martial arts are also human beings, and they also have emotions!

It is precisely because of emotions that there are people who are willing to sacrifice martial arts who are not afraid of death to defend the land of China and protect the well-being of society.

"That's right. Han Dong looked at the girl: "What is your goal?"

"Third. ”

Zhang Hao replied with a light smile, with a confident voice that was difficult to hide, this is the result of her hard work for a long time, and she will definitely have a good ranking.

"Okay, come on. ”

Han Dong encouraged, hesitated slightly, patted each other with the girl's raised white tender palm, and looked at the smart back and walked towards the waiting area.