Winter is coming to an end, but it's still cold.

Occasionally, snowflakes fall from the branches of the trees, making it a beautiful sight to behold.

In the private school, Jun Luoyan and Feng Anjin were reading and practicing calligraphy in the small courtyard, but the fat monk who realized his life was also sitting very honestly.

"Fat monk, I really want to ask you a question, why do you insist on following the teacher? Have you taken a fancy to the teacher and insisted on dragging him into the Buddha's door? There was a smile on the corner of Jun Luoyan's mouth, and he looked at the fat monk and raised his eyebrows.

The fat monk sat cross-legged on the ground and said slowly: "The Buddha said: Don't say. ”

"It's not like I don't know what you look like." Jun Luoyan glanced at him and said with disdain.

Feng Anjin was holding the ink pen without distractions, writing a few words taught to him by Xu Muchuan stroke by stroke.

The fat monk of Wuming didn't think so, and he was not shaken by the ridicule of Jun Luo.

At this time, one after another snowflakes suddenly fell from the roof, like plum blossoms in the snow.

The brows of the fat monk suddenly jumped, but he still sat cross-legged on the ground and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Jun Luoyan raised his head very nervously and looked at the roof.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a sharp arrow entered through the gate of the private school, as fierce as a dragon going out to sea.

The trajectory of this sharp arrow struck straight towards Jun Luo's forehead.

Although Jun Luoyan's martial arts are not considered to be strong, it is more than enough to deal with a few ordinary big men. Therefore, Jun Luoyan subconsciously rolled down from the stool and clinged to the snow.

"Bang knock!"

With a soft crisp sound, the sharp arrow was inserted into the door panel of the house, but fortunately, Jun Luoyan dodged quickly enough, otherwise the arrow would have pierced the center of his eyebrows and died.

"Brother Luo, are you okay?" When Jun Luoyan fell on the snow, Feng Anjin reacted. He immediately threw down the ink pen in his hand, and ran to Jun Luoyan anxiously and said.

"Little wind, go! Hurry up and get in. Jun Luoyan immediately turned over and stood up, and before Feng Anjin could answer, he quickly picked up Feng Anjin and rushed into the house.

Feng Anjin glanced at it and saw the sharp arrow stuck directly into the door panel of the house, and he knew that something was wrong. So Feng Anjin didn't struggle at all, and let Jun Luoyan rush away with a tight hug.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

At the moment when Jun Luoyan hugged Feng Anjin, more than a dozen sharp arrows flew in from outside the gate of the private school, and the momentum of the sharp arrows was like a tiger.

More than a dozen sharp arrows pierced through the snowflakes that fell from the eaves and trees, and struck at Jun Luo's back mercilessly.

"Donors, God has the virtue of a good life, don't kill again. Amitabha. The fat monk sat cross-legged in the private school's room, as if he had already discovered the attacker.

"Buzz ......"

In an instant, just as a dozen or so were about to pierce the backs of Jun Luoyan and Feng Anjin, the fat monk grabbed a string of prayer beads that he carried in his left hand and threw them at the dozen or so sharp arrows that attacked.

The rosary was thrown by the fat monk, and the speed of the rosary was a few points faster than the speed of the arrow.

"Bang knock!"

With a crisp sound, the rosary accidentally hit several of the dozen sharp arrows, and then the silk thread that bound the rosary suddenly loosened and broke, and more than a dozen black beads jumped out.

The black beads on the more than a dozen rosaries directly modified the trajectory of the flying arrows, and the arrows were inserted in the direction of the floor and the door panel.

As for Jun Luoyan and Feng Anjin, they were unscathed.

"This ......" Jun Luoyan immediately glanced back, and rushed to the house in a blink of an eye.

He looked in shock at the sharp arrows stuck in the floor, and then at the fat monk who was sitting on the floor of the room. Jun Luoyan stared at him in shock, and said, "You...... Thank you, Master. ”

At this moment, Jun Luoyan learned that the fat monk who was usually thick-skinned and greedy for food and drink was hidden from him.

Jun Luoyan's heart is very complicated, just by virtue of the ability of the fat monk who realized his life just now and threw the rosary beads in his hand, the fat monk can be regarded as a first-class master in the world.

Why would a monk with such a high level of martial arts be willing to stay here? This question immediately flashed through Jun Luoyan's mind.

It's just a fleeting question, and Jun Luoyan doesn't dwell on these. He glanced around and said calmly, "It looks like we're in big trouble." ”

He was almost about to meet the king of Hades, but Feng Anjin's face was not half frightened and afraid.

Instead, it's a ...... Calm, yes, is calm. The calm is a little frightening, which is not the steadiness and calmness that an eight-year-old child should have.

"Fat master, that's your rosary! It's a pity to be broken. Feng Anjin pointed to the beads that were still rolling on the ground, and he looked at the fat monk who was sitting on the ground and said.

"The old doesn't go, the new doesn't. Little Wind Donor, this is something outside the body. The fat monk grinned, and the vast temperament just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Assassin! Jun Luoyan stared at the sharp arrows inserted in the door, and a cold chill shot out from the depths of his eyes. Jun Luoyan knew that his traces had been discovered by some people in the imperial city.

It's been hidden for so long.,I didn't step out of the door of the private school.,But as time goes by.,It's still discovered by those people.。 Jun Luoyan didn't feel surprised, but felt that it came too quickly.

If Jun Luoyan can dare to sneak into the capital during the civil and military examinations of the world's students, then he will not be as helpless as he is now.

"Damn it!" Jun Luoyan couldn't help but curse angrily in a low voice.

Smack...... Smack......

One after another slight footsteps rang out outside the house.

More than a dozen masked men with strong martial arts skills held long knives and sharp swords, and approached Jun Luoyan and the other three step by step.

"Third Highness, I really didn't expect you to be here, I really let my brothers find it." The masked man at the head seemed to be sneering loudly.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so masked men stepped into the threshold, and they all looked at Jun Luo's death.

Feng Anjin was shocked back a few steps by the momentum of the dozen or so masked men rushing in, and the fat monk naturally stopped Feng Anjin behind him.

The fat monk glanced at Jun Luoxian thoughtfully, and pondered the "Three Highnesses" in the mouth of the masked man just now.

"You are very good, you dare to assassinate me, you are very bold. Aren't you afraid that the matter will be revealed, and then all your relatives of the nine clans will be buried for your stupidity. Jun Luoyan looked at a masked man with strong murderous intent, and he rebuked angrily without changing his face.

"Third Highness, I don't know what will happen in the future, I only know that if I don't solve you now, then I will be the unlucky one." The masked master in the lead tightened his long knife.

"You...... It's just looking for death! Jun Luoyan knew that talking too much was nonsense, and his mind was racing about how to solve the dilemma in front of him.

More than a dozen masked masters walked towards Jun Luoyan and the others step by step, and the extremely sharp blades and blades were a little terrifying.

"Amitabha, good, good." The fat monk slowly stepped forward and said, "The Buddha said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." Don't make a mistake about yourself. ”