The study is intense but happy, and the year is divided into two semesters, and between the two semesters, there is a month off. In the first semester, in addition to those cultural knowledge, the main thing is physical training, Geng Zuo also teaches some basic moves, such as military physical boxing and the like. The students were very interested in these simple moves.

In the face of one wooden pile after another, everyone punched together, straight punches, hook punches, hook punches, and side kicks. There are also sword shapes sharpened with wooden sticks, chopped and stabbed.

The first semester ended, and Xuanyuan Zhao graduated with honors. The cultural knowledge class ranked in the top three, second only to Xuanyuan Chenxi and another child, while the martial arts subject ranked first. In just three months, he withstood the fivefold elemental force tide and reached the fivefold quenching body.

Others were surprised by this achievement, and Kong had a hint of joy in his heart, faintly looking forward to something. Xuanyuan Wuji was very indifferent, because he knew that Xuanyuan Zhao's physique was equivalent to the seven-fold quenching body, and it would not have the slightest effect on the five-fold tide.

Because Xuanyuan Zhao won the first place in the first semester with comprehensive results, he received a generous reward. Xuanyuan Wuji spent a lot of money to buy him a myelin-washing pill and personally protect the Dharma.

This scene surprised many Xuanyuan people, and his sons had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. Kong couldn't hide her anger and jealousy, and she already saw Xuanyuan Zhao as her biggest rival in the future for what belonged to his son.

Under Kong's pillow wind, even Xuanyuan Yi felt a crisis. He is now over forty years old, and he has been the eldest son for forty years. But Xuanyuan Wuji has not officially listed him as the son of the world, if the old father attaches too much importance to Xuanyuan Zhao, it is entirely possible to pass it on from generation to generation.

The inheritance of the next generation is almost the practice of the gate valves, like the head of the family of these gate valves, at least the powerhouse of the galaxy realm, it is not a problem to live for more than a hundred years, and with this more than a hundred years, the third generation has already grown up, while the second generation is dying.

That myelin-washing pill was indeed of considerable help to Xuanyuan Zhao, and his physique was further strengthened.

During the semester vacation, Xuanyuan Wuji took Xuanyuan Zhao to the frontier to see the demeanor of the iron-blooded army. No one knows what happened to the grandfather and grandson during that time, but they got along quite happily.

At the beginning of the second semester, Xuanyuan Zhao returned to Liangzhou under the escort of the old criminal, and obtained a warrant from Grandpa Guo to go to Xuanyuan's library to choose a low-level combat skill.

Grandpa once asked him: "Xiaozhao, if there is only one opportunity for you to learn a combat skill, there are attack, defense, body method, and support in front of you, which one will you choose first?"

He sat on his grandfather's lap, held his cheeks, and thought for a while: "I will, I will choose the body method." ”

"Why?" Grandpa asked curiously, as he thought that most people would choose to attack.

"Because I learned that I can run away and chase others. ”

Xuanyuan Wuji laughed when he heard this, slapped him on the ass and said, "You little slippery head, don't keep thinking about running away." ”

This time he entered the library, but he didn't choose the body method, but chose an attack one. The combat technique is called "Breaking the Army Fist", which was created by Xuanyuan Wuji when he was young, and the inspiration mainly comes from the military boxing. Breaking the army is used to specifically restrain the military body.

The second semester was even more intense, whether it was cultural knowledge classes or martial arts training courses, they were all strengthened. Geng Zuo began to teach them to ride horses and shoot arrows, and to face the enemy in military formations. And often organize large classes and small classes to compete against each other, which used to end with small classes crying and crying. But in this issue, there are Xuanyuan Zhao and Xuanyuan Shi in the small class, and the strength of both of them is not weaker than that of the large class. The battle was evenly matched, very fierce, and there were winners and losers for each other.

By the end of the second semester, Xuanyuan Zhao's cultivation had reached the ninth level of quenching, and one person could do half of the class, and he became a veritable child king in private school.

In addition to snow or snow in the winter of Liangzhou, the terrible north wind blows non-stop, and he vows not to give up if he does not blow the loess gang.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year's Eve of the year was coming, the grandfather of the country also returned from the frontier. After staying for a day, he went to Chang'an non-stop. On Chinese New Year's Eve this year, the emperor will hold a feast to reward all his ministers.

Xuanyuan Wuji, the Duke of Qin, is among the best, and even Xuanyuan Yi, who serves as the chief soldier of Wuwei, is also on the list, as long as he is on the list, he can bring his wife to attend, which is a great honor.

Xuanyuan Wuji was still the carriage, followed by three carriages and more than 300 ironclad knights, heading towards Chang'an. Xuanyuan Zhao was also taken by Xuanyuan Wuji, and sat in his car, which naturally attracted countless envy, jealousy and hatred.

Liangzhou is 5,000 miles away from Chang'an, and the wind chasing horse travels more than 1,000 miles a day, and it also needs to gallop for three days and nights. But this time it was different, it was the Warcraft that pulled the cart, and the Iron Knight rode the Sun Camel, no matter which, it was far superior to the Wind Chasing Horse in strength and speed.

Departing from Liangzhou in the morning, we arrived in Chang'an at night.

Chang'an in winter is also covered in silver, with tall city walls, solemn palaces, orderly streets, and gorgeous towers, all of which state the glory achieved by mankind.

Xuanyuan Zhao was still leaning against the window, looking at the scenery along the way. The scenery is different under the snow, and the mood is different. He thought of Aunt Hong, and was eager to go to her grave to burn a stack of paper and a pillar of incense.

The clear eyes looked at the grandfather who was pretending to sleep, originally thought that Aunt Hong was dead, and there would be no relatives in this world, but now he found that there was another one, that is, grandpa. He stayed on Aunt Hong's small grave for a day, full of longing.

Xuanyuan Wuji cleaned himself up, took off his armor, wore a very simple robe, and led Xuanyuan Zhao towards the tallest building in Chang'an City.

The building is in the shape of a tower, towering into the sky. Everyone who comes to Chang'an will come to visit and watch, but only from a distance, because this is where the Emperor/Kingdom Magician Guild is located, and ordinary people can't get close to it at all.

On the nineteenth floor of the Magic Tower, Xuanyuan Wuji was lying on a rattan chair with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, and was taking small sips.

There was also an old man with long white hair, long hair thrown on his buttocks, and a big twisted braid. He was wearing a pair of glasses, and he was looking at Xuanyuan Wuji with some anger, muttering: "Look at you, how can you look like a marshal." ”

Xuanyuan Wuji laughed: "I am a marshal in front of others, and in front of my old classmates, I am also the friend who can entrust my life." ”

"You don't pour me ecstasy soup, every time you say something nice, you must have asked me. Say, what's the matter?"

was exposed, Xuanyuan Wuji was not embarrassed, straightened up and said: "This is my grandson, my own grandson." He has a super talent for magic. Old classmates also know that my Xuanyuan family still has some attainments in martial arts, but in magic, it is just a blank slate. Can you help me find a good teacher for my grandson, the kind of Holy Wizard. ”

"Poof!" The old man who had just taken a sip of tea directly sprayed the tea on Xuanyuan Wuji's face: "You are a big road cabbage when you are a holy demon master, how many are there in the entire empire?"

"I know that your teacher is, for the sake of our seventy years of friendship, I will introduce you. ”

The old man sat down on the magic gold platform and didn't pay any attention to it.

"Do you think I'm cheating you, Zhao'er, show your Grandpa Zhao the fire bomb technique. ”

Xuanyuan Zhao sat there bored, listened to his grandfather's words, and reluctantly cast a fire bomb, a flame the size of a red date burned at his fingertips, and the violent energy snapped.

Old man Zhao's eyes were wide open, and he didn't care about his image, so he walked to Xuanyuan Zhao in surprise, his eyes shining with green light.

Xuanyuan Wuji pulled him away and said, "How about it, I didn't lie to you, right?

Any magician, in the empire, is noble, rare is precious. And when everyone awakens the magic endowment, most of them are in their teens, and there are a lot of magician apprentices in their twenties.

Xuanyuan Zhao is only five years old, not only has awakened his magical talent, but he is also able to cast first-level magic, which is not described as a genius.

Old man Zhao's name is Zhao Zhongze, he is the elder of the Magicians' Guild and the president of the Chang'an Branch, and his status is extremely high, and he is only a line behind Xuanyuan Wuji.

Zhao Zhong tried several times in a row, and found that it was not fake, but true, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Your Xuanyuan family has finally produced a genius." How about letting him worship me as a teacher?"

"I'm bah!" Xuanyuan Wuji turned his face when he said it, pouting his beard and saying, "Just your three-legged cat kung fu, what qualifications do you have to be my grandson's teacher." Hurry up and go aside, he is destined to be your junior brother, not an apprentice yet. ”

"What is three-legged cat kung fu? Do we lose a lot when we go heads-up?

"That's the old man who asked you to win. ”

"I'm aw!"

The two old men disliked each other.