Amnesiac teenager

At the beginning of the year of the Emperor of the Nanban Chu clan, at the end of spring, Shangcheng Courtyard of Nanban Leizhou.

The Shangchengyuan Church connected by the eaves is the eunuch of Wen Shu, and the middle courtyard of Nuoda is arranged with some rocks that are fake and real. The back mountains are one vein after another with the Juheng Mountain Range, and the mountains are clustered at the back of the Shangcheng Courtyard, just like the giant spirit gods guarding the academy.

A steady step slowly forward, the students passing by him put their left palms on their right shoulders towards him, and whispered "Yantian Coach", but he looked at the foreground with a serious look on his face, and despised anyone weaker than him.

He stopped in front of a door, and a plaque hung five or six feet above the ground, on which were the words "Holy Book Building" written in gold powder, and from left to right, his heart was as silent as a stone sinking into the sea.

Crunch...

The bulky poplar door was pushed open, and one step at a time he headed for the upper pavilion of the study. In the cabinet on the third floor, the two rows of the passage are neatly decorated with various scriptures, and the rows are so clean that the person in charge of cleaning seems to have just left.

Yan Tian stopped in front of a bronze ancient tripod, there was another space behind the tripod, and a blue barrier flashed in front of the space to cut off the interference of the outside world, which was a barrier set by the dean, and it looked like a huge bubble film from the outside. He gently pinched the three lit incense sticks close to the center of his eyebrows with both hands, closed his eyes, and three thick wisps of white smoke slowly rose.

He inserted three sticks of incense and walked towards the turquoise barrier, and the incense drifted in front of him one after another, melting and dissolving with the turquoise barrier.

Inside the barrier is a huge storage space, and the books in it are scattered all over the place, as if they haven't been sorted out for a long time, and maybe only the four major coaches can enter it.

Yan Tian originally wanted to find something, but he innocently started to tidy up the work, and scolded Yan Ping and Yan Xia in his heart, because Senior Sister Yan Tai was gentle and elegant, it was impossible, and only those two old things would make it like this.

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On the martial arts training ground of the academy, more than thirty students dressed in blue and white costumes sat quietly on the ground, their eyes looking at a man in green clothes.

"How many times have I said it! Martial arts, the focus is on martial arts, dance, you are dancing, one by one as if you haven't eaten breakfast. You, you, you, and you, just watched you dance the sword, is it you dancing the sword, or is the sword dancing you? The man in Tsing Yi ordered a few students and gasped.

Suddenly, a solid wooden sword was held high in the crowd, and a round and lovely fat man shouted: "Yan Ping is coaching, the canteen hall is not open today, and I am practicing martial arts early in the morning, I feel that this day is going to collapse, ah ......." ”

He is not the only one who feels the same way.

"Am I training you so hard for myself? Or is it for the Academy? You can guess and think as much as you want, but there will always be only one result, in this eternal continent, there are many people who are stronger than you, where will I put my face? The academy is not a place for you to play, let alone come and go if you want, we have been walking under the eyelids of the gods, who can break this shackle? In the eyes of the god Medusa, you are a group of ants, and the two people who are close to God in the North and South Continents are still believers in God. What should you do with the exam in this class? At the beginning of the academy, the first and second generations have been with me for 18 generations, and after the third month of each generation's enrollment, there will be a cross-level examination, and those who pass will choose your guidance, and those who do not pass will be kicked out of the academy, and you still have a month. Some of you are kings, some are border soldiers, and some are the widows of the four walls, and you have chosen the academy, so take up the skills you are proud of and live in this world. ”

Yan Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Some people take what they have learned in the academy to the mainland, and some people use what they have learned to open a new school, all this academy will not care about you, you can only get rid of the shackles of the academy forever by completing the dean's interview." Otherwise, you will only be trapped in the academy for the rest of your life. Of course, there are also cases, such as Zhuang Lao of Huabei Villa, who used to be the person who directly interviewed the dean beyond my teacher. The students were shocked when they heard this, and they were even more panicked.

"You, you, come up for me." Coach Yan Ping pointed at the little fat man and said, the heads around the fat man were so frightened that they looked left and right, and finally turned to him. The fat man pointed to his nose and showed the coach, not sure if the coach was talking about himself or someone else.

"Well, that's you." Coach Yan Ping nodded impatiently and said.

The fat man stood up reluctantly, and the narrow space could no longer accommodate his round body. He had to be careful with every step he took, because it was easy to pounce on others, and finally, he had exhausted the strength of three tanks of water before he came to the coach.

The fat man held the solid wooden sword in his right hand, humbly leaned his left hand into a fist on his right shoulder, and said nervously in his heart: "Yanping is coaching"

Yan Ping hummed.

"Report your name"

"Report to coach, my name is Lu Xiaoqian, you can call me Xiaoqian," the fat man muttered.

"In my sense, this student is the most resistant to beating among you," Coach Yan Ping said, and the fat man's eyes widened.

"In five minutes, your sword can touch me, count you as a winner, let's start!" After speaking, Yan Ping put one hand behind his waist, and the other made a gesture of please.

The fat man didn't believe it in an instant, he practiced swords, knives, guns and sticks every day, not to mention how much progress he could make and how difficult it was to touch him. The body stood up straight, and the sword pointed at Yanping to coach. He also had to believe that just moving the pile of meat in front of his waist had already lost half of it, and he couldn't wait to close the mouth of the greedy cat.

"It's rude"

The little fat man shouted, stabbed at Yanping with a solid wooden sword, swung into an arrow with the wind, and galloped away. Yan Ping's face was not more colorful, but the whole movement was much slower in Yan Ping's eyes, and he saw his figure on one side, posed in a bow shape, and cleverly dodged.

In the eyes of everyone, only an afterimage and a ...... were felt The pile of meat is fighting, and the people who are a little higher in the realm can't help but marvel at the speed of speed.

"In the middle stage of a martial artist, it is good to be able to turn a wooden sword into an iron sword, but it is not enough." After saying that, the index finger bent into a hook and tapped lightly on the fat man's skull, and the fat man was shocked.

Yan Ping, a great martial artist realm, didn't dare to exert too much force, and it was not okay to knock people stupidly, so he knocked it like a teacher reminding his students. Seeing that the sword was missing, the fat man was in a hurry, and the next sword swept. Unexpectedly, Coach Yan Ping once again bowed his body backwards into a bow shape, and flexibly dodged, this time he did not play the little fat man's braincase, but pressed the wooden sword envoy.

The little fat man flew out three or four feet with a sword.

The little fat man staggered to his feet, clenched the solid wood sword and charged his strength, and his eyes reached a delicate line with the tip of the sword, which approached Yan Ping to coach.

"You lose, stop it, you won't be able to hold it for five minutes." Yan Ping said casually.

The fat man shouted "I don't believe it", and flew over the distance on the ground, holding the solid wooden sword in both hands, holding it high above his head, wanting to split Yanping in half alive.

All the students present looked at the three swords of Yan Ping and the fat man's sparring, and the shock and worry were fully filled on their faces, one was the academy's high-ranking Yan Ping coaching, and the other was the son of the Southern Barbarian kingship, should Yan Ping retreat, or the fat man's fierce pursuit and beating, but the result was confused in their minds.

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In the early morning, Huabei Mountain Villa is a sacred bathhouse, and the dew just slides over the lines of the fir and hangs at the end of the tip, reflecting the surrounding scene.

Zhuangzi pushed open the door, just a ray of sunlight shone on his face, unconsciously closed his inky black eyes, he stretched hard, and took a deep breath, as if the essence of the sun and moon between heaven and earth, let him absorb light at this moment.

Zhuangzi's eyes widened suddenly.

In the back mountain of Huabei Villa, a young man with bundled hair is wielding his gun, the sharp energy of the gun gathers speed into a sharp blade, sharpening iron like cutting mud, where the tip of the gun stops, a violet in full bloom is completely broken, and the petals fall to the ground.

On the slope, Allah watched quietly, her hair resembling the soft whip around her waist, crossed into her bindings. She walked slowly towards the young man with her chest straight, picked up the violet, sniffed in front of him, and said, "The gun is good, people... But it is very weak, and sure enough, the weak will only attack the weak. ”

"Your name is Mo Han, I have heard of you, you are the first person Zhuang Lao specially recruited you, and also gave you Xiao Yu's double gun, it was a treasure given to the Zhao family by the gods, after the fall of the apocalypse, the Zhao family has disappeared since then, and the gun is missing, some people say that it was sunk by the Zhao family at the bottom of the lake, and some people say that it was sold, but I don't know that he has been hiding in Huabei Villa, which one did Zhuang Lao fancy you? A waste with an ancient spear. ”

"Xiao Yu's double guns, the treasure of the Zhao Emperor of Yongzhou, the emperor's family should not hold a gun when holding a sword, and this treasure will no longer appear later. A gun that accompanied him to fight for most of his life, but failed to accompany him to the end, one shot to slay the dragon, one shot to stab, called Xiao Yu double guns, in fact, the original name of the gun was called Yinhan Yanshen, originally by the most mysterious race in the north and south continents, "Giant Spirit Divine Race", a creation double gun created by the giant spirit Divine Race in the name of the god Medusa. Because of its great power, Medusa could not control it, and the gun was lost, and when it reappeared, it was in the hands of a man named Zuo Ci, and harnessed half of its power, and later fell into the hands of Zhao. The son of the Zhao family used the mystery of the gun, disarmed with one gun, and Yong surpassed the former two, and he was the first person in the world to use Xiao Yu's double gun into a god-killing blade in the world today, so it is better to say that the gun was given to him by Medusa. All of the above has been passed down from Huabei Villa to this day.

"Second Senior Sister, what do you mean by that! Should you not covet my Xiao Yu double gun, rest assured, senior brother will not take it to heart, Shangcang Ancient Gun, in the eyes of you women, is a strong man, eager and shy and reserved. Anyway, how could a father and son suddenly bring a woman into the village, or ......" Mo Han said with a look of ill will, and Allah instantly felt disgusted and interrupted him.

"I just think that the ancient spear of the heavens is wasted in your hands, so ruining the gods, be careful of being damned." Allah pouted.

"Senior sister, do you think you are better than me?" Mo Han asked.

"Nonsense"

"Xiao Yu's double guns are a perfect match in your hands." Mo Han asked.

"That's right."

"Are you spoiling it?" Mo Han asked.

"Of course...... You.... Mo Han was stunned, as if he had heard a shocking secret, and pulled his mouth.

Angry, Allah took off the whip under his slender waist and gave it to Mo Han, who was standing still, and the tip of the whip quickly left a blood-red mark on his face. This time, Mo Han didn't feel pain, his trembling hand caressed his fiery face, and he remembered all kinds of experiences when he was young, including this slap.

Five years ago, Xiao Mo Han, who was still the size of a bean, with messy hair and ragged clothes, wandered the streets carelessly, and most of his single shoes had worn off most of them. At this time, there was a well-dressed passer-by, the hot bun he had just bought had not yet been wrapped tightly, and Xiao Mo Han, who had been hungry for a long time, was eyeing him, with his competitive nature, even if he was killed, he would not beg for food, so he could only grab food. When the buns arrived, I wanted to run away, but I saw the buns scattered all over the ground.

It turned out that this was not an ordinary passerby, but it looked like a noble son of a family, and several bodyguards rushed up behind, and the son ordered them to "catch him for me".

Xiao Mohan only kept running and bumped into passers-by many times. The few bodyguards in the back were very fast, and Xiao Mohan was hungry for a few days, obviously running slowly. The bodyguards who took the lead came and ran separately, and the three of them formed a tree fork to capture, surrounding the young Mo Han in front of a large house, and he was desperate and thirsty. The leader strode forward and grabbed Xiao Mo Han in his hand.

The noble son gasped and shouted to Xiao Mohan: "Oh, you little thief, you dare to touch Uncle Ben's things, are you tired of it?" ”

"Let go of me, let go of me." What made Xiao Mohan constantly struggle was the hands that were firmly clenched like big pincers.

"You actually ignore Young Master Ben, snap..."The noble prince took the lead in slapping him, the voice resounded all around, and even the bodyguards felt the pain, and silently shouted in their hearts, "The young man is too ruthless."

At this time, the struggling little Mo Han slowly stopped, and he couldn't figure out whether he was stupid, or like someone else's child, he was about to cry. Gui Gongzi was a little flustered, if Xiao Mo Han cried, Gui Gongzi's father would definitely beat him to death. Just last time, Guigongzi beat the concubine's son, his younger brother, but he cried loudly, which attracted the menacing father, saying that he was going to behead Guigongzi, if it wasn't for his mother's intercession, he wouldn't be now.

The crowd gathered one after another, and I don't know who said that this is not the eldest son of the prime minister, but let the noble son hear it, and the thief said in a vain heart, "Who is the eldest son of the prime minister!" After saying that, he fled with a few bodyguards, leaving Xiao Mohan standing in place like a fool.

Little Mo Han was stunned and thought, "Why? Why? Why did Putian do this to me? ”。

Mo Han stroked his hot and painful face and said, "Why?" (always punches me in the face)"

Allah was scared for some reason, all he knew was that his heart was beating faster and his breathing was dilated, as if he was facing a flood of beasts. Just as she was thinking about this question, Mo Han had already pointed a gun at her, the slight wind rustling her clothes, and the double hole godless was more like a beast about to go berserk.

"Empty speech" Allah lifted the whip and looked at Mo Han intently, for fear that he would stab him when he was distracted. Mo Han took two steps forward, and the violets on both sides hugged each other and fell to the side, making way for them.

"Mo Han, stop, keep your heart, don't let anger take over you." The sound of Zhuangzi resounded through the mountains in this area, and the sound came from the air.

When Mo Han heard this, he slowly knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and screamed in pain, as if he was about to explode. But Xiao Yu's double guns were clenched in his hands. Allah let her guard down, because of Zhuangzi's transmission, she didn't know what to do, stepped forward to help Mo Han take down the two guns, or let him defeat the demons herself. All this was arranged by the Master, and Allah was to stir up the demons in his heart.

"Li Xiaoyu, come back, you are not his opponent." Zhuangzi's voice came again.

"Yes, Zhuang Lao." Allah saluted with a whip in one hand.

Allah turned back from time to time, but he still steadied his pity, turned around and disappeared, leaving Mohan in pain alone.

Zhuangzi was standing in front of the door, his eyes wide and pondering: "Mo Han, the world says that the old man is confused and gave you the gun, but in fact, it is not the case, it is the gun that chooses you, although you also chose Xiao Yu's double gun, but your inner demon does not, the ancient gun is waiting for your choice!" Zhuangzi meditated step by step towards the back kitchen. Have pity on my violet! ”

…

The fat man swung the solid wood sword down safely, Coach Yan Ping smiled indifferently, his body no longer moved an inch, and saw Lu Xiaoqian's sword stop at a millimeter on the coach's forehead. Yan Ping grabbed the solid wooden sword with only two fingers and made it unable to move.

Lu Xiaoqian found that the solid wood sword could no longer be removed, so he let go of his hands and pressed one hand on his shoulder bone: "Dear Master Yanping, I lost." ”

Coach Yan Ping hummed, took off the solid wood sword and handed it back to Lu Xiaoqian.

Lu Xiaoqian withdrew his sword and stood aside.

"One minute on the stage, ten years of work off the stage, you are already good, but my strength depends on your strength, people who are stronger than me are all over the North and South Continents, there are deans in the academy, and others dare not come to attack, but do you know who the biggest enemy of our Nanban is......... Yan Ping was teaching the Tao, and it was found that Atimoka's mind was already outside the clouds, and he had also led others.

Adimoka held a beautiful hairpin, looking horizontally and vertically, she couldn't see an end, and the girl said curiously: "Such a beautiful hairpin, why haven't I seen it in Leizhou City, and the texture is also very peculiar."

"Oh, I don't understand, I heard Yantian teach that this thing was given by my mother, and I should treat it like a brother." Adimoka said seriously.

"Who would have a hairpin," replied Atimoka, causing the woman to chuckle.

"It's true, what Coach Yanping said."

"What is the true law, you tell me." The woman began to clutch her stomach and said.

He also said......"

"Moka..."Yan Ping's roll call stabbed Atimoka's nerves, thus interrupting his words, the woman hid her head lower, and more than thirty eyes gathered, frightening Atimoka, sat upright, and the hairpin was hidden behind her slender waist.

Moka answered.

"Moka, do you want to compare with the teacher." Yan Ping asked.

"Dear Yanping teaches, student Moka doesn't dare." Moca answered.

"Count your acquaintance, Moka, you are a child chosen by the gods, you are very lucky, but in three months, the cross-level competition will be carried out by me, whether you are the son of the king or the son of the general, even if the god Medusa comes, in front of the rules, I will still treat everyone equally." Yan Ping said with a high voice.

"This year's cross-division will be different from previous years"

"Dear Yanping coaching, what is the difference"

"You'll know then," Yan Ping's face gradually stiffened.

"Moka, even if you are the lucky one chosen by the gods of the world, as long as you reach the Eternal Continent, then I will be a god-killer armed with a butcher's knife. You're so lucky, so lucky that I feel scared, even the dean hasn't been afraid of him for three points, but you have made me afraid of you for four points. "Yan Ping is deeply concerned about coaching.

"Your name is Moka? What a strange name. The woman asked.

"Well, I don't know, when I woke up, the first person I saw was Yan Tian, and then he said a lot of things to me that I didn't understand, saying that my head was split by Lei, and he kept emphasizing that I felt that I was his inner disciple." Adimoka explained.

"Well, my name is Huang Xiaoyang," said the woman, her fair neck exposed above the costume, her pretty little face emitted a thick halo that could only be found in the sun, and the bridge of her nose was connected between her eyebrows, outlining a smooth arc. When she laughed, two little tiger teeth were exposed under the cherry mouth, and in his cognition, the girls in Leizhou City could not resist her with a big tooth that could hook a man's heart.

Atimoka froze in the heat of her head, she looked like someone, someone who had taken him away from the intriguing Holy Royalty. He couldn't think of it, and the person in front of him seemed to be printed on the same board as her, but the familiar feeling was very strange.

Huang Xiaoyang shook his little hand like jade dew in front of Atimoka, and when he didn't react, he stabbed his heart with a solid wooden sword. Shouted, "Moka, Moka." "Moka woke up with a spirit, as if he had been covered with light Rayman.

"You... What's wrong. Huang Xiaoyang asked.

"I seem to see a guy who gave me this." Adimoka spread out his palm, and a beautiful hairpin lay quietly on the palm of his hand.

"The owner of the hairpin?" Huang Xiaoyang asked.

At this time, the actions of the two children attracted Yan Ping's attention again, and he shook hands and reprimanded: "Quiet." ”

A simple apprentice strode forward, stepped onto the podium in four steps, whispered in Yan Ping's ear again and again, Yan Ping's face changed his mood greatly, and he was subverted for a while, he waved his hand, signaled him to leave, and simply commanded the students, and then strode away.

Lu Xiaoqian stepped down with a wooden sword.

"Hey, I heard that you are the lucky one of the gods Medusa, how lucky you are, show your buddy, buddy hasn't seen Medusa yet." The three academy students intercepted Adimoka on the road, crossed their hands in front of their chests, and said with a look of contempt. The yellow lamb followed behind, witnessing the scene.

Moka had a gloomy little face.

"I'm afraid that the old thing of the dean is old and confused, and he actually let a young student who doesn't know the land enter the academy, it shouldn't be the little boy sent by the gang of people in Funan. can look horizontally and vertically, how could the gang in Funan send a kid who doesn't know how to hold a knife to send him to death. He looked at Atimoka obscenely, pinched his chin and said, even he couldn't make it clear to himself.

"I'm Moka, I'm not a little bit, and I'm not the lucky one in your mouth, Moka is Moka." Adimoka said with wide eyes, his palm-colored pupils were inky black, and he felt a chill in his heart when he saw the person who was flirting.

"Yo, do you know who I am?" The man noticed that Moka had clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and he didn't even open his eyelids. Originally, I wanted to rely on more people to scare Moka into a child, but now it seems that I have miscalculated, so I can only move out of the forces behind it, saying.

"With his arrogant and uplifting character, who doesn't know that you are the eldest son of Xiangguo, right, Chen Dandan." Lu Xiaoqian came with a belly, and the hospital uniform was almost broken.

"That's right.??" Chen Dandan, the eldest prince of Xiangguo, held his head high and said shyly. Suddenly realized that the voice was wrong, I thought it was the attendant who reported his name, but after thinking about it for a while, how could the thick voice of the attendant make a sound like thin lines.

"Lu Xiaoqian, you dead fat man." The eldest prince of Xiangguo pointed to Lu Xiaoqian and scolded.

Lu Xiaoqian's mood was instantly solemn, and he walked in front of the eldest prince of Xiangguo, gave him a knock on the watermelon with Tianling Gai, and took a step back and said, "You rib essence, is the dead fat man your name." ”

"I'm ......" Xiangguo didn't finish speaking, and then Lu Xiaoqian knocked on the watermelon again.

"What am I, what am I."

"You ......" Xiangguo pointed to the bridge of Lu Xiaoqian's nose and was about to scold him, but he was hit with a watermelon.

"What you are you"

"Squad leader, I was wrong." This time, the eldest prince of Xiangguo covered his head and admitted his mistake, afraid of giving him another blow. Lu Xiaoqian raised his head and crossed his hands on his hips, and asked very proudly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Wrong ......" Xiangguo's eyes turned flexibly, he had always been self-centered, and he couldn't even think of what he was wrong, so he slowly turned his gaze to the little brother who was following behind. The younger brother in the back bowed his head and replied: "Don't respect the squad leader, say something else." ”

"Yes, yes..."The eldest prince grinned, in Lu Xiaoqian's eyes, this kind of smile was too hypocritical, and he wanted to give him another time when he thought about it. Atimoka couldn't figure out some truths, since he entered the academy, except for Yan Tian, who coached him better, the rest of the people didn't treat him well, maybe this fat squad leader was the second. The eldest prince of Xiangguo in front of him came to the door, and there are many people who are similar to him, and people are always rejecting a child with a false name, and putting on the hat of a lucky person is undoubtedly three hundred taels of silver here.

……

Coach Yan Ping pushed open the red door of the room, and the purple-clothed old man inside had tight eyebrows, his two white eyebrows were pulled out to both sides, and his deep eyes were staring at the sleeping young man on the bed. The old man in purple is Yan Tian, one of the four elders of the academy, who is teaching, and lying on the bed is Yan Ping's son, named Xu Ping, who is the righteous deacon of the academy. At the age of ten, he had the strength to surpass the four elders of the academy, and at the age of thirteen, he skipped the judgement of the dean and was directly appointed as the deacon of the academy.

The deacon of the academy, whose power is higher than that of the four deacons, is second only to the dean, and all the big and small things of the academy are subject to his approval, including the friendship with the royal family of Nanban Leizhou, and the number of talents recommended to the royal family every year is uncountable, so as to ensure that the Nanban Funan people dare not start a war. Legend has it that since the founding ancestor of the Nanban established the royal family, the edge of the South China Sea can not be recovered, just because the South China Sea is a third of the Funan people, they are familiar with the breath of wind, thunder, wood, fire and water, and can use the power of the night, can be incarnated as a messenger of hell in the battle, the god is ghostly, when the knife is raised, ten miles of corpses.

Now Xu Ping is no longer the broad boy, he has become a joke of everyone, and he has become a fool, and only the four major teachers and deans know the reason.

Coach Yan Ping hurriedly walked to Yan Tian and asked, "How is my son?" Coach Yan Tian shook his head, and his worried face had already responded to him.

"Childe, he's fine, it's just ......" Yan Tian coached and stretched the voice behind him, which made Yan Ping coach anxious and asked, "It's just what".

"It's just that he is no longer an ordinary person, as if a certain consciousness in his mind has imprisoned him, and foreign objects can't be cured at all, which can only rely on his own subconscious to break through the taboo prison, or rather, he is unwilling to face it." Coach Yan Tian left the head of the bed, walking back and forth to tell his personal opinions, which made Coach Yan Ping feel like thunder after listening to it, and he didn't stand firm for a moment and sat at the end of the bed.