Song Zheng changed Zhuge Liang's poem by two words and chanted it loudly, and at the same time, he lowered his head and slipped off the stool.

Because it was very quiet at this time, the sound insulation effect of the wooden building was not very good, so Song Zheng's voice immediately broke the silence of the early morning. The man on the grass hut was about to light a fire with flint, but suddenly heard such a sentence and was startled. The action also stopped immediately, staring at room No. 9. Even the people in the jujube trees to the south shuddered and put the slingshot back.

Because Song Zheng's voice was quite loud, Ming'er rubbed her eyes and woke up. Song Zheng had slipped to the side of the bed at this time, shhed softly, and put another finger on her mouth to signal her to silence. Then he said loudly: "Dead girl, don't get up quickly, I'll find clothes for the young master." The plan of the day lies in the morning, young master, I want to read in the morning. The exam is about to begin, and the gun is sharpened, and it is not fast and light. Hurry up, hurry up, dead girl, don't sleep! ”

Ming'er understood, got up and lit the candles in the room. Song Zheng pointed to the front and back windows, Ming'er nodded, opened the package she was carrying, and took out Song Zheng's long shirt. Song Zheng shouted loudly while dressing, "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in Hezhizhou." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. As if he was afraid that others would not wake up, he stomped on the floor and kicked the wall from time to time. At this moment, the people in the surrounding rooms woke up, and a few shouts rang out again: "What time is this, what are you shouting?" "Where did the stinky scholar come from, and he didn't let people sleep?" "Damn, Lao Tzu dreamed of marrying a daughter-in-law, and he was all disturbed by you!" ……

Song Zheng wanted to stir everyone up completely, so he refuted loudly: "Li Laojun (another name for Lao Tzu), if you don't study for three days, you can't catch up with Kong Zhongni (Confucius character Zhongni)." Kong Zhongni, don't worry about it for three days, and can't catch up with Li Laojun. Stop yelling, let's work together! ”

"Use your mother's head!" "Roll the calf!" Insults immediately erupted.

After such a toss, the whole building woke up. However, Song Xiaogongzi didn't squeak anymore, and even the candle was blown out. It seems that he knows that the anger of the people is difficult, and he does not dare to chant poetry anymore.

After a while, Song Zheng stepped on the stool again and looked outside, and there was no one on the grass shed. Looking ahead, the people in the trees have also disappeared. Song Zheng smiled, sister, Lao Tzu doesn't have to do anything, he can scare you away just by talking about it.

After this toss, the sky has already dawned. The men of the inn have gotten up to feed the horses, cook the meals, and serve the guests. Song Zheng didn't rush out of the house, he instructed Ming'er a few words, and then really took out Song Jue's "Science and Justice" and studied it in the faint morning light. As Song Jue's famous work, this book has become a must-read for literary academies everywhere after the vigorous promotion of the imperial court, and its influence is very wide, especially in Shandong Road. Some of these gist points have also been accepted by the academic community, and careful study will also be helpful for this year's examination.

For his father's book, Song Zheng naturally has to take a good look at it and read it thoroughly.

After the punctual time, Ming'er changed into men's clothes and was sent out by Song Zheng. Song Zheng waited for another quarter of an hour before wearing a long shirt and shaking a fan, and went out energetically. He came to the East Wing, asked for a big steamed bun, drank a bowl of millet porridge, and slowly walked out of the Four Modernizations Inn.

As for why the killer was able to hide in the East Wing, and where he ended up, Song Zheng didn't ask a word. There are many people in the inn, and the poetry in the early morning is already quite eye-catching, and if you inquire about it again, it will be doubtful in the eyes of those who have a heart.

Outside the Sihua Inn, Song Zheng did not see the whereabouts of Hu Qiang and others. Whether the brother who was guarding outside the back wall last night was killed, Song Zheng didn't know. In order to reduce the trouble, he ignored it and went straight to the martial arts academy.

At this time, many people had already appeared on the street from the inn to the entrance of the martial arts, and the shops on the side of the street were opened. The annual martial arts competition is a good time to do business. Some vendors selling sugar gourds, rice crackers and other snacks have set up shelves and lined up along the courtyard wall to the entrance of the martial arts courtyard.

Song Zheng swayed slowly, looking around with interest. Although he had a sharp eye, he couldn't find out who the suspicious person was, and he could only look at the surroundings as scenery.

Before I arrived at the gate of the martial arts courtyard, I heard the sound of boiling inside. When you get to the doorway, it's louder. Song Zheng saw that many teams had appeared on the big training ground. Some are jogging around the field, some are practicing in the field, and some are getting together to discuss tactics. Only one team was more special, divided into two circles and sat neatly on the ground. One of each was walking in circles, holding a towel in his hand.

Song Zheng almost tilted his nose when he saw it. Yesterday, he told Lu Hong that he led the team to the training ground this morning, everyone should not be busy training, do some games to relax, don't be too nervous, who would have thought that these guys were actually playing "throwing handkerchiefs"! How old are you to still play this game? It's better to play at home! No wonder there are many people around who are pointing and laughing at the Mizhou Martial Arts Academy.

Song Zheng was about to step into the door, but a hand blocked him, "Before the dawn, you are not allowed to enter." Song Zheng looked at it, and it turned out that there were ten martial artists stuck at the door. These martial artists were all dressed in uniform green cloth armaments, and the word "Wu" was written on their chests. Song Zheng suddenly realized that Xin Yu had already introduced that in order to prevent idle people from entering, the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy would send martial artists to stop at the door to help maintain order.

Song Zheng was about to reveal his identity when he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. When he looked back, he saw a team of more than 30 people appearing on the street at the gate of Zhengchong Martial Arts Academy. The entire team was dressed in dark cyan armament and walked neatly. In front of the team, a young strong man held a large flag with the word "Qi" written on it. It is the Qizhou Martial Academy.

"Look, the people from our martial arts academy are here!"

"Look at their figures, they are much stronger than those people in the hospital, and this year they must be our first again!"

"That's nature, no other martial arts academy can compare!"

The people around him were talking, but Song Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the team carefully. Looking from Song Zheng's direction, this team is almost in a straight line. If it weren't for the higher terrain here, Song Zheng wouldn't have been able to count the number of people in the team at all, which made him secretly surprised.

After half a cup of tea, the team approached. Only then did Song Zheng realize that behind the strong man, Xin Yu was striding heroically. Behind him was a handsome young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. The young man's face was as white as jade, the corners of his eyes were hanging, and his eyebrows were like swords. He was the only one who carried a swarthy spear, which looked very unusual. Song Zheng secretly said in his heart, this should be the drunken gun Yang Dong that Bei Leye said.

When he arrived at the door, Xin Yu also found Song Zheng, so he shouted, "Stop!" Then he bowed his hand to Song Zheng and said, "Xiaolang, why are you here?" With this greeting, the eyes of the whole team brushed over. Especially Yang Dong, carefully looked up and down at Song Zheng, who was dressed as a scholar. Although Song Xiaolang in front of him has a slightly dark complexion, his eyebrows are delicate, his facial features are clearly defined, with a white turban, a white gown, and a white paper fan in his hand, he looks like a beautiful son.

Although he was watched by everyone, Song Zheng's face did not change, and he also arched his hand: "Brother Xin, this is the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy, right?" Sure enough, it is worthy of being the king of the martial arts academy on Shandong Road! ”

"Xiao Lang praised it falsely, you and I went in to talk!" Xin Yu raised his head and said to the person at the door: "This brother, this person is Song Zheng and Song Gongzi, the temporary general of the Mizhou Martial Academy. ”

The man who stopped Song Zheng hurriedly stepped aside and made way for the place. Song Zheng smiled and nodded at the man, and walked in with Xin Yu with his head held high.

After entering the martial arts academy, Xin Yu first arranged for everyone to disperse on the southeast side of the training ground, and then left Yang Dong alone, and introduced to Song Zheng: "Xiaolang, this is Yang Dong, the number one master among the martial artists of our Qizhou Martial Academy, the word Fubei, nicknamed "Drunken Gun", is the descendant of Yang Linggong, a famous general of the previous dynasty. ”

Then he turned to Yang Dong and said, "Fubei, this person is Song Xiaolang that I have mentioned to you many times." ”

Song Zheng was taken aback, who of the famous Yang family didn't know. Yang Zhi, the unlucky blue-faced beast in the Water Margin, is the descendant of Yang Linggong, but I don't know if Yang Dong in front of him is Yang Zhi's grandson. Song Zheng immediately arched his hand and said: "Yang Linggong Yang's invincible name is like thunder. Song was so fortunate that he was lucky to see Yang Linggong. ”

It should always be a happy thing for someone to praise their ancestors, but this Yang Dong still had a cold face and stretched out his hand, "I heard Xin Yu say you earlier, fortunately!" ”

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that this guy wanted to weigh his catties. At that moment, he also handed the paper fan to his left hand and stretched out his right hand. Xin Yu looked at the two of them with a smile as if he had known it for a long time.

As soon as the two hands were shaken, Song Zheng felt a strong force coming, and his hands hurt. Song Zheng's acting skills are so good, he smiled, but his hands were tense and he struggled to resist. Yang Dong is an inch taller than Song Zheng, and his figure is similar, he belongs to a very well-proportioned type, however, his strength is similar to that of Yang Tong, who is tall, which really surprised Song Zheng.

The two were in a stalemate for a few breaths, but Song Zheng still looked smiling, and his mouth was not idle: "Old Yang Linggong is loyal and brave, and his reputation has been famous through the ages." Yang Gongzi is a young hero, so people can imagine Ling Zu's demeanor back then! However, this guy is secretly scolding in his heart, grandma, Lao Tzu is a "temporary general", and he can't lose face with you. What are you doing with so much energy, you little white face? It's painful for the master.

Yang Dong used all his strength to squeeze Song Zheng's hand white, but it still didn't change color. After a few breaths, Yang Dong let go of his hand and said to Xin Yu: "You are right, you are a character." It's full of crepe, and it doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner. Then, he arched his hand at Song Zheng again, "Let's fight another day." ”

Xin Yu smiled, "Xiaolang, you have an opponent now, right?" I've seen you do it, and I think I'm inferior to you, but our Qizhou Martial Arts Academy has Fubei, and I'm not afraid of you! ”

Song Zheng smiled bitterly, "Brother Xin is really good at joking, this big comparison is the joint efforts of everyone." Looking at the military appearance of the Qizhou Martial Academy, it is far inferior to our Mizhou. And Brother Yang is famous for his 'drunken gun', as long as the spear is in hand, I'm afraid no one is his best general, right? ”

Xin Yu was about to be modest, when he suddenly heard several gongs outside the courtyard. Xin Yu's face immediately turned straight, "The Governor is here!" (Asking for flowers)