Chapter 285: The Nobles of the Wasteland

Hua Xinyu nodded, although the relationship between the Hua family and Shifu has not been harmonious in recent years, but for the sake of this younger brother, Hua Xinyu had to bow her head and be a man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She also understands that she will go to Shifu tomorrow, but it is definitely not just for Hua Linglong, the head of the Hua family will come to the door in person, which means that Baihualou is now completely on Shi Tingjun's side, or Xuanjing's side, and this signal will definitely be transmitted to Philadelphia as soon as possible, which is what makes Hua Xinyu the most headache.

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June 20, Fengdu Zuoweiwei Battalion.

Every year on this day, it is the most lively day of the Zuo Weiwei camp under the command of Shi Tingjun, the reason is very simple, as long as the new students in Kyushu are admitted to the academy, they must come to the Zuo Weiwei camp on this day to report and receive a month of training, only if they can survive this month of hellish life, they are eligible to enter the academy.

Although Xuan Jing was familiar with Shi Tingjun, he didn't deliberately ask for any special treatment, he just came out of the inn early in the morning, didn't ride a horse, and had a casual breakfast on the street outside, and then went all the way to Zuo Weiwei's camp to report.

After all the freshmen pass the literary examination and martial arts examination of the Academy, the Academy will issue a document, and the freshmen need to take this document and register at the Zuo Weiwei camp on time according to the time specified above, and the next thing will be arranged by the Zuo Weiwei camp.

Xuan Jing took his paperwork and handed it to the clerk in the barracks, the clerk looked up at Xuan Jing, and felt a little strange in his heart, according to what the document said, this freshman took the first class in the martial arts examination of the Academy of Scripture, which is a great result, but what is even more strange is that Xuanjing's literary examination score is only in the second class, if it is a little lower, he will not be able to enter the Academy.

But this clerk looked at Xuan Jing in front of him, he was clearly a son of a family with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, how could he be so heavy on martial arts and light on literature, it was really incomprehensible.

Although the clerk was puzzled in his heart, he did not have the slightest expression on his face, and after approving the paperwork casually, he gave Xuan Jing a barracks card and told Xuan Jing:

"Find your own barracks according to the card, and within the next month, you will live in this barracks and be trained by the lieutenant specially assigned by Zuo Weiwei for you!"

Xuan Jing smiled bitterly, although he still has some soldiers and horses under the command of the sect master, but living in a military camp, Xuan Jing has never experienced this kind of thing before, it seems that this time he came to Fengdu, he is bound to experience it once.

Xuan Jing didn't say much, he got his barracks card, turned around and went out, with a mouth under his nose, asking questions all the way through the camp, but in a moment, Xuan Jing had already found his barracks.

When he entered his barracks, he saw that there were four iron beds in the house, but three of them were already occupied, and it seemed that he was the last.

Xuan Jing glanced at his three roommates, all of them were teenagers of about the same age as himself, a fat man, with a small nose and small eyes, looking at a smile on his face, on the right side of the fat man was a handsome young man, with clear eyebrows and eyes, looking humble and polite, but by the bed in the corner, there was a young man in brocade sitting alone, holding an ancient book in his hand, and he was watching quietly, as if he had nothing to do with everything in this room.

Xuan Jing saw the three of them and knew that these three people would be his roommates in the future, so he put away the folding fan and bowed:

"The three benevolent brothers are polite, the younger brother Huangzhou Jingxuan, I don't know what to call the three?"

The fat man stepped forward first and said: "Jing Gongzi is polite, for his brother Guo Qian, he is from Diji. ”

Although this fat man looked polite on his face, when he said that he came from Digi, there was an uncontrollable pride between his eyebrows, as if Digi was the center of Kyushu, and even the dogs that came out of Digi were superior to others.

"Oh, it turned out to be Guo Gongzi of Diji, polite!" Xuan Jing responded lightly, although he said that he would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, but here in Xuan Jing, this article does not make sense, and there is no one in the world who he dare not offend.

Sure enough, Guo Qian seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Xuan Jing's unsalty attitude, but he didn't have a seizure on his face, just looked Xuan Jing up and down coldly.

"In Xia Rao Chen, my family lives in Fengdu!" The handsome young man stepped forward to greet Xuan Jing, and between his demeanor and words, there was a free and easy energy that young people did not have.

This Rao Chen Gongzi just introduced his name lightly, so that Xuan Jing had a title, saying that his family lived in Fengdu, and he must be able to enter this Jingluo Courtyard, and his family also had a certain strength.

"That boy over there is called Hexin, it seems that he is from Hezhou, and he usually doesn't talk much."

Rao Chen pointed to the young man in the corner of the wall and introduced it to Xuan Jing, it seems that this Rao Chen is warm-hearted, presumably he and Guo Qian have understood Hexin's temperament, in order to avoid Xuanjing being embarrassed to step forward, so he simply told Xuanjing Hexin's name, and also defended Hexin a few words, saying that he doesn't like to talk to others very much on weekdays, so let Xuanjing not go to his heart.

Although it was only a trivial matter, Xuan Jing had a general understanding of the temperament of the three people in the house in the short time he entered the house.

Because today is the first day of reporting, and the lieutenant assigned by Zuo Weiwei has not yet arrived, on this day, these teenagers were not arranged to train with the army, but only let them repair first and adapt to life in the barracks as soon as possible.

Xuan Jing chatted casually with a few friends, and gradually understood each other's situation, in this barracks, in terms of age, Guo Qian is naturally the oldest, this year is already over sixteen years old, it can be said that he is already an older student.

And Rao Chen is the same age as Hexin, both of them are fifteen years old this year, only Xuan Jing is the youngest, and he will be just fifteen years old until this winter.

So when he entered the door just now, Xuan Jing casually called a few brothers, and now it seems that it is not all polite.

"Xiao Xuan, you said that you are from Huangzhou, which family is the nobleman of Huangzhou, why haven't I heard of the family surnamed Youjing in Huangzhou before?"

Guo Qian was just a little familiar with Xuan Jing, so he was a little less respectful and more casual in his title, not to mention that since he heard that Xuan Jing was from Huangzhou, he felt that this white-haired young man had nothing to respect.

Since ancient times, the barren state has been a vast mountain and boundless grassland, and the herdsmen of the barren state have always been no different from the uncivilized savages in the eyes of people in other countries in Kyushu.

And Huangzhou did not establish a unified imperial court like the Jin State or the Yequan State, until now, Huangzhou is still in a very primitive and backward tribal clan state, and even the entire Huangzhou, the real city can only be called the city, and only the capital of the Rouran Kingdom is Jingdu.

Nine times out of ten, the so-called nobles in Huangzhou were larger ranchers or slave owners, because they had more livestock and slaves than others, and they did not have to work personally, so they learned from the Central Plains people to call themselves nobles.