Chapter 29 Yang Wenguang

Zhao Yu didn't dare to be careless, shouted, and waved the dragon stick in his hand, drawing an afterimage, pressing towards the red tassel spear like an iron wall.

Yang Erlang put away a little contempt in his heart, and let out a low roar, and the red tassel gun and the coiling dragon stick exchanged each other, making a loud noise. Yang Erlang followed the force of the rebound, and the red tassel spear circled around, and the red tassel spear spit out again. This time, Yang Erlang is no longer a simple thorn, his arm is full of strength, the red tassel gun is like a blooming plum blossom, and the gun flower is hidden in the red light.

"The dragon spits water!" Zhao Yu roared, his body was short, and the dragon stick in his hand suddenly stabbed out from the bottom up, making people unable to guard against it.

However, Yang Erlang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the two of them are not excited to fight back and forth.

Yang Erlang's marksmanship is amazing, and every move is varied. However, what Zhao He learned was the magic wand method taught by the monk of the Three Rings, and every move and style was dignified and upright, like the momentum of the mountain, and every time Yang Erlang attacked, he was often dissolved by Zhao Yu.

Of course, Zhao Yu is not without losses, the magic wand method is very difficult, and it is also a loss to Zhao Yu who has exercised his muscles and bones since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many precious drugs he uses internally and externally.

After twenty or thirty moves, both of them had no strength.

However, as the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, Zhao Yu also has a little more affection for this Yang Erlang, and the two are lying on the grass by the lake, panting and arguing unconvinced. said how powerful he was just now, and wanted to press the other party in language.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu asked, "By the way, I don't know what your name is!" ”

"What about you?" Yang Erlang asked rhetorically.

Zhao Yu didn't want to reveal his real name, but he didn't want to lie to Yang Erlang, mainly because Zhao Yu was afraid that after Yang Erlang knew his identity, he would be tied up in the next competition. With a roll of his eyes, Zhao Yu had a way, and said with a smile: "My name is Zhao Yuanwei!" ”

Yuanwei is the word that Zhao Yu himself just started, and '禳' is mostly used for prayer, and it has the meaning of removing disasters. The opposite of the division is naturally Wei. It's like the ancient celebrity Liu Guo, the word change.

Yang Erlang didn't know that Zhao Yu lied to him, children in this era are still relatively simple, after all, there is not much information disseminated. "My name is Yang Wenguang!"

"What? Your name is Yang Wenguang? Zhao Yu was surprised.

"yes? So what? Shichiro, you're making too much fuss! Am I famous? Yang Wenguang said disappreciatively.

Zhao Yu was stunned, and then came back to his senses, there should be no Yang family general at this time, and Yang Wenguang is just a little kid. Thinking of this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, and his face was hot.

"By the way, Shichiro, what are you doing? Your surname is Zhao, are you the guard who blames the prince? Or a scholar? Yang Wenguang plucked a piece of grass, put it in his mouth, turned around, and looked at Zhao Yu with a curious expression.

Your sister's! I know the nickname of the strange prince, but don't call it out in front of me? That's not a nice thing to say.

"Shichiro, what's your face?" Although Yang Wenguang is a little tender, he just has no social experience, and he is not stupid.

Zhao Yu said with a dark face: "I am the prince's scholar and guard, you call the prince so in front of me, what kind of face should I make?" Should you laugh haha? ”

Yang Wenguang came to his senses at this time, reached out and scratched the back of his head, and tried to hide the past with a dry smile, but the words came to his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

Although Zhao Yu was annoyed, he didn't care too much. waved his hand and said, "Don't say such things in front of me next time, by the way, will you come to compete with me tomorrow?" ”

Yang Wenguang nodded without thinking: "Naturally! We haven't decided yet! ”

But immediately, Yang Wenguang Huo Ran sat up, patted his thigh and said, "Oops! No! ”

Zhao Yu was annoyed, sat up too, and scolded: "You guy is really not sincere, after answering, he turned his head and said no!" Is this playing me like a monkey? ”

Yang Wenguang looked at Zhao Yu apologetically, his hands swinging like butterflies. "Shichiro didn't mean that I was teasing you, but I was going to school tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Yang Wenguang said helplessly: "The eldest lang and the third lang in the family are unwilling to go, the father and son have come to the house to complain, I am not pushed out!" ”

Zhao Yu smiled dumbly, and Yang Wenguang did not speak with a dark face.

At this time, the Guozijian was not the Guozijian of the Ming and Qing dynasties in the later generations, and the Song Dynasty was open to the style of study, and the famous schools were private schools. Of course, in this era, it is not called a school, but a seowon.

The most famous are the four major academies, and the students they teach are spread all over the world, even in foreign countries. One of the most famous is Yingtian Academy, which has also been at its most prosperous in recent years.

Sun Fu, one of the three gentlemen of the Song Dynasty, was born in Yingtian Academy, in addition to Hu Ai, Li Ji, Zhang Zai, Shi Jie and others all taught or studied in Yingtian Academy.

The prosperity of private learning naturally caused the decline of official learning. Moreover, this Yingtian Academy is the modern Shangqiu, and Bianliang City is the modern Kaifeng, and the distance between the two is only two hundred and fifty miles! Fast horses, two days are enough to get from Kaifeng to Shangqiu.

Most of the Korean Chinese officials sent their own children to study at Yingtian Academy, or they taught themselves or recruited a big Confucian to teach them one-on-one. And the children of military attachés naturally like to practice martial arts, although there are also those who like to learn literature, but how many like to go to the country? As far as Zhao Yu knows, Guozijian is known as 200 prisoners, and there are no more than 100 people who arrive every day.

Many of the noble children in Beijing joked behind their backs that the Guozijian was a place to be distributed.

Zhao Yu looked at Yang Wenguang with a sympathetic look and said, "Erlang, you study hard!" ”

Yang Wenguang looked unhappy, and although Zhao Yu looked sympathetic, how could he listen to that tone as if he was gloating?

Yang Wenguang's eyes rolled and he thought of a way. "Hee-hee!"

"What for?" Zhao Yu looked at Yang Wenguang with a vigilant expression.

Yang Wenguang said with a smile: "I went to Guozijian, but there is no way to compete with you Qilang, Qilang, don't you feel that living like this is very boring?" ”

Zhao Yu glanced at Yang Wenguang vigilantly, and then bowed slightly, but did not speak.

"That's right!" Yang Wenguang slapped his palms with his fists. "I can call my eldest brother to compete with you tomorrow!"

"Oh!" Zhao Yu's reaction was still flat.

Yang Wenguang was secretly depressed in his heart, what happened to this guy? However, Yang Wenguang still said the purpose. "If you lose, go to Guozijian with me to study for a day!"

Looking at Yang Wenguang's evil smile, Zhao Yu snorted coldly: "Do you think I will be tricked?" ”