Yuan Eighteen was completely honest, secretly thinking that the space cloth bag of Qianshan Snow was really strange, and even the spiritual power could not destroy the strange tape, who knows if there will be some more strange things inside......

For example, some kind of sturdy leather whip, tall clogs, and red candles......

It's best to pair it with a weird mask.

It seems that Yuan Eighteen knows a lot at a young age.

It can even be said that it is full of bad taste.

Qian Shanxue looked at him with a smile, but her curved crescent-shaped eyes were full of coldness.

"Hmm, you just only allow the state officials to set fires, and don't allow the people to drip wax!"

Yuan 18 roared angrily in his heart.

It's a pity that no one can hear his bold words, which are full of the hope that everyone is equal.

If you hear it, you probably even have the heart to kill him.

Not far away, Linglong and Shangguan Ying, who also came here because of some things, glanced at each other, and they didn't have the usual mood to compete, so they silently walked back to the medicine hospital.

Although they walked in the same direction and the same destination, the two walked at very different speeds, and they never thought of walking together.

They are originally people who love silence, so they naturally don't like the excitement when two people are together.

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In this way, in the midst of this playfulness and sadness, countless people who knew Mo Fan gradually accepted the news of the boy's departure, and enthusiastically coped with each class battle when it was their turn to appear, and calmly changed the masters of different battles.

Among them, the second class of Fu Seal is sometimes Changle, sometimes Huang Ying, sometimes Shakuyi, in short, the blessing of Tom Fan, many people have passed the addiction of the Lord of War.

Among them, Changle is the happiest.

He and Mo Fan finally stood on the same platform and had a conversation.

Although the old man is gone, this does not prevent him from being very happy.

Even for him, the farther Mo Fan goes, the better!

"Halloween has passed, so I have to burn some paper money with you again during Qingming......"

Walking on the way back to the dormitory after the class battle again, Chang Le smiled and muttered.

He remembered when he first won the Lord of War and led the class to victory, when a girl shouted that his Lord of War didn't count.

When Shakuichi and Huang Ying won the Lord of Battle, I remember that she also shouted like this.

It seems that he is an obsessive who has been deceived by the stupidity of the Yun family's boy.

It's so ghostly that I don't even know Lord Yama...!

At that time, he raised his sword and fell, and slapped the girl's thin body sideways and flew out, so fast that even the referee didn't react to stop it.

Although he was later caught and severely punished, and even fined a lot of green dragon points, he was very happy when he thought of this incident and the look in the girl's eyes when she flew out upside down.

It's like walking on the road and picking up a magic sword for nothing!

Also happy are Lin Xinghu and Zeng Haoran, in the second class of Fu Seal in the undercurrent of the dark tide, if there is no reconciliation between Yan Jie and Qi Yi, I am afraid that Yuan Shibai and Huang Ying and other people who have a good relationship with Mo Fan would have been humiliated by a few of them in every way.

For Chang Le, everything seems to be developing in a better direction, and it is very appropriate to describe it with the four words of prosperity.

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"In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing guarded Baling County. The more the next year, the politics will be harmonious, and all kinds of waste will be revived. ”

On Chang'an Street, which was full of studies, it was imperceptibly quiet for a moment, and the weather-hardened businessmen had a trace of disdain hidden on their faces, looking at the young man standing by the table in the middle of the road.

The yellow yellow pear stone heart painting table is exposed to the wind and the sun, the simple wooden grain faintly emerges through the rice paper, looking up along the pen of the inscription, a slightly thin little hand holds the pen strongly, the noise on the street is still the same, and the young man waving the pen in one go.

"Boss Cao," Steward Song of Yaxinzhai was a little breathless, and he was the first to turn his head to look at the rich businessman behind him, and said softly, "Look at this article...... How's it going?"

"Talent is shallow, don't judge presumptuously. Standing at the door of his study, Cao Fuhai, who had never taken a step, was a slightly chubby middle-aged man, at this moment I saw him smile honestly, touched his perennial shiny bald head, turned around and walked towards the inner hall, and a low voice gradually faded, only into the ears of Steward Song:

"The book has Yiqi, the painting has Yibone, the word has Yimi, this is a heavenly product, this young man is not a thing in the pool, you must not provoke, and you don't have to commit a snake with it. ”

"Moreover, it is time for the 'Centennial Covenant' again......"

Steward Song's eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, and he didn't understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence, but he understood the character of Boss Cao, and knew that he had always been like this, only taking half of everything, only saying half, and the good name was "Heaven is the mean, and people live in half of it", thinking of this, Steward Song smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned to look at the boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old in the field.

At this time, the young man waved to the emergency place, everyone was concentrated, suddenly heard a thunderous sound, the rice paper that was originally close to the painting table was windless and automatic, and everyone was so surprised that they hurriedly looked closer, only to see that there were several heavy ink light under the rabbit's pen through the paper, frozen in mid-air, and transformed into a line of big characters:

"The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world!

The thunderous sound of Hong Zhong faintly came from the painting table, and the hundreds of scholars in Chang'an Street, countless Confucians, were stunned for three minutes in the face of this sentence, and only after a long time did they hear someone discuss:

"This young man is so big-minded, he can speak such generous words!"

"Yes, I am not familiar with the names of celebrities in this article, it may just be this young man's hometown article, but look at his words, there is no pause in the pen, no twists and turns in the pen, I know that his chest is vast, and my son is like a guinea dog ear. ”

"Otherwise, Brother Li is too humble, and the second brother only reads the article, not the text, I see his pen lonely and self-vibrating, and also looks at it like a frightened sand and flying, sometimes soaring apes over the trees, sometimes birds flying out of the forest, there is really another world in this word. And the two of them look deeper, his small hand holding the pen line paper such as a cone to draw sand, such as a house leakage, the most rare is a clever word with qi power, if I expected it to be good, this young man holds the pen for more than three years, he has such skills, he swims the dragon out of the water every day, how can the future be limited?"

"The appearance of this son is a sign of the revival of my Fu Seal School!"

A tall and thin middle-aged man sprayed droplets on Chang'an Street, nodding his head as he spoke, and even blushing and dancing as a street player.

"It's really that good, I don't think it's necessary, right?"

At this moment, the scholar on the side of the road smiled playfully, stepped forward, the white jade paper fan in his hand was slightly folded, and with an extraordinary Confucian temperament, he looked at the middle-aged thin man who spoke before, and said leisurely:

"Brother Tai is so boastful, isn't this your own child, or do you want to give you three taels of silver as soon as I am, how about going to my place to have a good review?"

"This ......!"

Hearing such mean words, the middle-aged man was furious, and when he turned around to see who dared to humiliate himself so boldly, and he would have to come to the door to ask for advice another day, but when he caught a glimpse of the face of the visitor, he suddenly became dumb, his face turned red, and he waved his hand and said, "President Huang... Don't make fun of me waiting, you are the one in this, how dare the villain come to the door and carry an axe, just a joke, just a joke. ”

This simple sentence of "just joking" inadvertently completely refuted the previous statement.

Hearing such flattery from the middle-aged man, the elegant middle-aged man known as Chairman Huang didn't care, and said with a smile:

"This calligraphy together, the most pay attention to the three talents, is the so-called heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars, who is not immersed in this road for 30 years, is it not comparable to this drooping child. ”

Zhong Luzhi's voice permeated the streets and alleys, Huang Qingfeng stood in the crowd, with his own demeanor, at this time, he stroked his beard and smiled, and his courage was impressive, only to hear him continue to say leisurely:

"I don't think so, besides, the child's words for a while, naturally not true, probably even the 'worries of the world' are half understood, if you and I can take this article to practice for a few days, and then come here to wave a little ink, then the result is just not to be known. ”

Although there are not many words, every sentence is a heart-wrenching word, everyone heard this and understood the key for a while, quite a person who was shocked before, and responded loudly: "Yes, little guy, quickly call Ling Zun out, this study is not able to play at your age, or go home and practice pen, ink, paper and inkstone for ten years and then come." ”

"Yes, yes, we were completely shocked by this novel article, and we didn't understand the reason, so we relied on Brother Huang's guidance. Someone looked around and spoke.

It was only then that the boy raised his head for the first time, and took a careful look at the street, and swept it over with all the people in the field. Under the cover of the inky black robe, an extremely handsome little face was slowly revealed, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, obviously the shy action of the daughter's family, but it showed a rare resolute color on the young man's face, with the big words "Who am I and I return" at hand, and I was stunned for a while by many girls who came out to watch on Chang'an Street.

"Oh, as you mean to say that my words are good, I'm a man... But it doesn't work?" Qingling's young man's voice came out slowly, not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

"There is a short age, the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, how can you know the truth?" Under the weeping willows on the street corner, a big man heard the young man's question, and the contempt on his face was unconcealed, and he came out of the crowd and raised his voice to answer.

Hearing this, the light in the young man's eyes was more abundant than that of Fang Cai, and those who looked at it were more scorched than scorched.

"Phew, the age is short and long, you live such a boss really have the face to say this, today the store opened on the first day, I will teach you a sentence for free, as the so-called 'my teacher is also the Tao, the husband knows that the year of the birth of my hu?