Before September arrived, the enrollment quota of the three subjects in Wushuang City had overflowed, but the admissions office of the three subjects had not stopped including the quota of the colleges.

Because according to Tang Luo's guidance, the Wushuang Academy does not accept everyone, but has all kinds of unbelievable indicators.

For example, the quota limit for the sons of the family, the quota for wandering warriors, the quota for foreign continents, the quota for locals, and even under the same conditions, there are age restrictions.

At first glance, these restrictions may seem aimed at students who want to enroll, but when you think about it, you can understand that they are equalizing the income rate and protecting those who are not so well-off.

Such a move will naturally cause dissatisfaction among the various forces in Longzhou, because in the eyes of various families, the conditions of the concubines and relatives they bring are ten million times stronger than those mud legs that exude a sour smell.

It stands to reason that as long as it is an academy, it will prefer the disciples they brought, but after the Wushuang Academy has completed the admission of a certain number of places, the conditions have become very harsh.

Since the end of August, as long as there is a family that can be approved for admission, there will be preparatory student quotas transferred from the admissions office, but those wandering warriors who have no roots can directly register for admission without any comparison.

Such differential treatment will naturally cause a backlash from the family, but the old man from the ferry head to the director of the admissions office still has a bad attitude.

The angry family with a sentence of "I want to go up, don't get out" was speechless.

With the reputation of the Peerless Academy now, even if the family boycotts, there will be countless wandering martial artists who will come to sign up, so the old man is not worried about the students at all.

Because the dean told him that the Wushuang Academy is not a talent base for a certain domain or a certain race, what the Wushuang Academy wants to cultivate is a martial artist who can accept the thoughts of the Wushuang City, and those students who were born in a family and have good talents are not fellow travelers with them.

Since he is not a fellow traveler, no matter how good his talent is, what does he have to do with the same academy, no matter how good he is, can he be better than his own lord?

Therefore, any organization needs a black-faced villain, and there will be a lot less trouble with the unparalleled admissions office with the old man in charge.

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The movements in the Lingjiang Central Region and the enrollment of Wushuang Academy in September were all carried out in an orderly manner under the supervision of the Heavenly Governor.

But as the acting governor of the current Governor of the Heavenly King, An Jingtian can't do anything.

The Wushuang Academy, which used to be easy to pinch to death in Wang Xun's opinion, has now become such a behemoth.

Not only did he gain a firm foothold in the western part of Longzhou, but he also received the full support of the three sects, and judging from the news spread by the other party, now the great disciple of the Wushuang Inner Courtyard has gone to sea from Longjiang, and he will be able to reach Yuanzhou in two months at most.

In the decades of crisscrossing the Middle Continent, An Jingtian has never encountered such a tricky situation, and it is not moving, let alone moving.

And just when he was so angry, the information about the Peerless Academy was one after another!

"Beipi Lingxiao Sect, Tuxian Village, Jialan Palace, and Ghost King are all effectively imitating the meaning of the three sects of Yulin Zhai, and now their worship posts have entered Wushuang City, and have obtained the approval of the Wushuang Dean, and have been approved as the site of the north campus of Xiling City..."

"And in Yuanzhou Yingcheng, the major sword sects have no ill feelings towards the upcoming Yang Fan, and in the old dojo of Yingcheng, the sword venerable Xu Changhao supervised by Yanyang, is even more traveling, and it is quite a meaning to wash the dust for the first disciple of this peerless inner court..."

"Recently, Wushuang City sent a secret letter to the Great Yuan Peak of the Xuanji Sect in the north, although the content is unknown, but judging from the council suddenly initiated by the Great Yuan Peak Miaowei, it should be some kind of invitation..."

"Also, most of the secret agents and secret agents we sent to Wushuang City have lost contact, and even a few of our secret formations have been exposed, and some of them cannot be rescued and can only be destroyed. Without the secret agent and the correct law, Wang Xun's control over the western part of Longzhou at this time has become very weak, and the new Feng Ministry's commander Wang Beiyue asked for help from the headquarters..."

"Smack!"

The wolf's pen was crushed alive, and the pen blurred an ink flower on the paper, which frightened the interrogator in front of the table, and hurriedly closed the case file in his hand and stood aside with his head down.

Acting Governor An Jingtian threw aside the crushed wolf pen with an expressionless face, raised his head and said to the interrogator: "Order, let Beiyue come back." ”

"Yes, Governor. ”

The interrogator whispered a promise, then turned to leave.

"Yang Fan, the eldest disciple of the Wushuang Inner Court, seems to be born as an orphan, and he has never awakened his bloodline, and now he is only a mortal cultivator. It is rumored that there are many swells in the South China Sea, and it is difficult to sail the ship, and there are often tragic cases of passenger ships being swept into the sea by strong waves. ”

The interrogator walked halfway, and An Jingtian, who changed his pen and continued to write something, said lightly: "Bring this to the Fire Ministry Survey, he understands what to do." ”

The interrogator who had already walked to the door shuddered, and left the royal inspection hall with a crawl.

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Those who gamble their lives on the sea are real men.

Only in the middle of the endless sea can the human race realize its own insignificance, and the so-called solidarity can only be recognized from the bottom of its heart in this situation.

This kind of feeling is incomprehensible to Lu Min, who has stepped on solid ground.

Of course, the brave sailors who begged for a living on the sea all year round couldn't understand why the sword-bearing boy would vomit after going out to sea.

They have seen a lot of seasick guests, and those who are so dizzy are really rare.

After going out to sea from Longjiang, Yang Fan couldn't restrain the churning of his stomach, and hugged the bow of the boat and vomited out all the bile.

When the sailor finally drove the man into the cabin, the young man was already dizzy and weak.

This is obviously a man with cultivation, at this time it is no different from a duck and goose to be slaughtered, after the sailor took Yang Fan back to the cabin, fixed his head on the bed, and wrapped it tightly with strips of cloth.

Yang Fan, who was in a daze, found that he was being tied, and kicked the sailor's chest with his aura, but even if the soft legs and feet were blessed with spiritual power, it only made the strong sailor lean back slightly.

"Your kick is not as strong as the girl, don't move too much, sit upright against the plank, you won't be so dizzy." ”

The sailor who was kicked did not care, and explained: "Help you tie your head to fix it, the captain said that as long as you hold your head steady, you can slowly adapt to the sea." ”

At this time, Yang Fan realized that the other party had no malicious intent, so he slightly let go of the hand holding the scabbard.

"The ginger slice is coming, the ginger slice is coming!"

During the exchange between the two, another sailor shouted and ran into the cabin, and the strong sailor who was kicked took the ginger slices with his hand, turned his head to Yang Fan and said, "Hold the ginger slices!"

Yang Fan did it obediently, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect or a miracle effect, after being tied to his head and shouting ginger, he was indeed not so dizzy.