Receiving the great favor of Silver Star Academy, Liu Zihong decided to spread "Fuhu Fist" and "Shaolin Heart Method", as long as they are students of the academy, they can learn and cultivate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for the girls, because the realm of Qing Cicada and others is not very high, they can only be postponed temporarily.

After saying this, the three deans were completely stunned, their hands holding the teacups were trembling slightly, they looked at each other, looked up to the sky and smiled, overjoyed.

"Qinzhi, it seems that you still have a vision, if you hadn't enrolled Zihong in the academy at the beginning, I'm afraid this opportunity would not have been our turn in Silver Star Academy!" The dean of the academy looked at the grandfather in front of him and sighed with emotion.

Most of the people in the academy knew that Zhuo Wenxuan and the others followed Liu Zihong to cultivate, and there were many children of nobles in the family, so they naturally knew what happened at the end of last year.

After confirming each other, the corresponding conclusion is drawn that the matter must be true.

In front of the library pavilion, several notices were posted, which clearly stated that men who wanted to practice could find their own teachers to sign up, so as to obtain the study of "Fuhu Fist" and "Shaoyang Shengong".

As for why it is called "Shaoyang Shengong", the main reason is that there is no Shaolin Temple in this world, and it will cause a lot of trouble, so you can't create a Shaolin Temple by yourself!

Zhuo Wenxuan and the others also knew for the first time that the mental method they cultivated was actually called "Shaoyang Divine Skill", which sounded very reliable from the name, and their confidence increased by a few points.

The students of the academy naturally felt that their hard work was high, and the disciples of the Martial Mansion were only cultivating some "Ice Spirit Fist" and "Fire Phantom Palm", and they were not as good as "Shaoyang Divine Skill" and other mysterious exercises.

It's just that after the disciple of the Martial Mansion next door heard about it, his reaction was what the hell?

Even if Ulun fails, it is just himself, and he does not represent the majority of martial arts disciples, and the masters hidden in the martial arts mansion are even more disdainful of this, so they are just making a mystery.

In front of the students of the academy, Shang Yu confidently practiced the Fuhu Fist, and there was no doubt after that.

Almost all the men in the entire academy saved their lives, and there was even a girl mixed in, indicating that they could also cultivate, and the Qing Cicada and the others finally persuaded them to leave.

Liu Zihong himself didn't know what would happen if a woman practiced the Shaolin Heart Method, but it would definitely not be any better.

It's just that now Ming Pei and Liang Feiying are just barely learning, and they are still getting a glimpse of the door, so they will naturally be a little unable to teach others, so they can only delay it for a while.

Wei Chengqi and the others have all advanced by leaps and bounds, and all the Fuhu Fist has entered the room, and even latecomers such as Jia Lin have already entered the room, and there is no problem in teaching others.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly bright, Liu Zihong got up in the dark, washed his face with cold water, and sobered himself up.

Zhuo Wenxuan next door has all gotten up, more than a year has passed, everyone has developed a habit, every day at this time to get up to practice, except for a few days, study hard, never slack off.

A group of seven people hurriedly walked towards the back of the library pavilion, today is the first day, let's see how many people can get up, those who can't get up, naturally will not enter Liu Zihong's eyes.

Turning around the library pavilion, the first thing that caught me was more than a dozen fires, which were already burning, red and radiating heat, and there were many people sitting around the fire, hugging each other for warmth.

In the early spring, the temperature is still very cold, and even though you are holding the quilt, it is absolutely difficult to survive in the dark night.

There were at least hundreds of people, all the boys arrived, and there were even many male teachers, sitting next to the fire, wrapped in quilts and dozing, not far away from a dozen girls, the cold made their pretty faces a little abnormally pale.

Liu Zihong suddenly felt that his nose was sour, turned his head, and looked back at Zhuo Wenxuan and the others, all of whom were full of positive faces.

Hearing the sound of their footsteps, some people opened their eyes in a daze, and then saw several people standing there, and a thrill in their hearts immediately threw the quilt aside, wanting to stand up neatly.

It's just that I've been freezing all night, and my body is already a little uncontrollable, and after standing up, I shook and bumped into several other people, and many people were awakened.

"Don't worry, everyone, stand up slowly, and then jog back to take your quilt back, warm up your body, and then come here to gather!" Liu Zihong hurriedly stopped everyone.

"Brother Zihong, I'm not cold!" someone immediately spoke.

"We're fine, we've been looked down upon, bullied, and we've been cold, so what's the point of a little chill in our bodies!"

"You guys are wrong Zihong, this warm-up is also part of cultivation, so as not to get injured in the process of practicing boxing!" Wei Chengqi stood up and explained.

Several other people also spoke, and many students reluctantly accepted it, holding their quilts, and hurried towards their residences, as for jogging, they could still stand in front if they came early, and when they jogged over, maybe they would go to the back, and they couldn't see it, and they still practiced something.

When everyone left, those women stayed, surrounding Qing Cicada and Meng Yu, even Ming Pei and Liang Feiying were quite popular, occasionally sneaking a look at Liu Zihong, and then their eyes quickly flashed, and their faces couldn't help but blush a little.

Another person came, it was a boy with a folding fan, followed by four or five people who looked like little brothers, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they showed some smiles on their faces.

Two years ago, he and Wei Chengqi, who was known as one of the two tyrants of the academy, Mo Liang, who was one of the richest people in Zhao State and even in the northern part of the entire Dongzhou Continent, and his business was done in the south.

Mo Liang's father is the person in charge of Zhao Guo, although he is not valued by the family, but the cost is still indispensable, according to the education in the family, as long as there is money, there is nothing that cannot be done, so even if he can't practice, Mo Liang does not have an inferiority complex, and often takes a lot of money to smash people, which makes him feel an inexplicable pleasure.

"Zihong, these people can't do it, or I'll help you scream, are there any rules for this!" With a smile unique to Brother Gongzi, he spoke with a nasal voice, which sounded itchy to his teeth.

"There are still a lot of people here, and now I have sent them back to move their bodies, does Brother Mo also want to cultivate?" Liu Zihong didn't care, and his voice didn't change much, he was very polite and plain.

"No! No! No, I can't get up so early, I just want to ask Brother Zihong to teach me specifically!" Mo Liang waved his hand to show his attitude, even if he got up this morning, he regretted it a little.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time to teach Master Mo!" Liu Zihong smiled, not preparing to deal with him.

"Don't be busy refusing yet, as long as I learn "Shaoyang Divine Skill" and "Fuhu Fist", I will naturally not let Zihong suffer, how about 10,000 taels of silver!" Mo Liang was not in a hurry, and said his conditions with a smile.