"This grandfather of the straw bag country has long been hollowed out by wine, and he has forcibly improved his realm with a few pills, which is simply self-defeating...... In this competition, I will definitely make him look good! ”

Cui Zhixia's smile gradually disappeared, his face became cold, the corners of his narrow eyes revealed a few cold glows, and even his voice became cold.

"Don't be reckless, in front of everyone, if you really want his life, he is a prince after all, and you can't ignore the face of the court, besides...... Your Majesty is not easy to explain there! ”

Cui Yizhong shook his head with some concern and said dissuasively.

"Father, don't worry, I have my own measure, when the time comes, we will think of a way to the rules of the competition, it is best to let our strong masters of Longmen Academy face off against Gu Qingzhou and pretend to miss...... Gu Qingzhou will be crippled even if he doesn't die, and when the time comes, His Majesty will blame at most, after all, the sword has no eyes, and he can only be blamed for his lack of skill......"

Cui Zhixia clenched his palms, his knuckles turned white because of the force, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, remembering that he was humiliated by Gu Qingzhou, and a wave of anger surged in his heart.

Cui Yizhong wanted to say something, Cui Zhixia didn't wait for him to speak, stood up and picked up the teapot, filled the teapot in his father's hand with water, and smiled slightly on his handsome face: "Father's worry, the child understands, I have carefully read the secret report just now, the five people selected by the Zhixing Academy this time, in addition to Gu Qingzhou, the other people are He An, Qiu Fengqi, Feng Chun and Fan Dazhi!"

"This Qiu Fengqi turned out to be a person from the True Martial Sect, he is not conspicuous in the Zhixing Academy, this selection competition is a blockbuster, and his strength is indeed good, like this kind of character, we didn't even find it, otherwise, with the resources of my Longmen Academy, I will definitely be able to attract him!"

Cui Zhixia sighed, lifted his robe, and sat down next to Cui Yizhong.

"However, this person is only the peak cultivation of the God Realm, no matter how powerful he is, his strength is limited. It was this He An, who surprised me very much, I didn't expect that this inconspicuous wild boy had actually practiced the legendary "Amazing Finger"! ”

"What? …… The legendary "Amazing Finger"? Isn't it amazing? ”

When Cui Yizhong heard this, he couldn't help but be moved, stood up and asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's just an unusual stunt, Li Xingzhi, that old thing, is very prescient, he collected a lot of martial arts cheats from the previous dynasty and put them in his library, I didn't expect that just a fragment of a scroll was actually practiced by He An, this kid, this is lucky...... It's too against the sky, and now the library building has been burned down by the Zhixing Academy's own rebels, God help me! ”

Cui Zhixia said this, the lines on his face stretched, and he looked very happy.

"The library building was burned, and there were many impeachments of the Zhixing Academy by officials in the DPRK and China, and I thought that His Majesty would definitely punish Wei Zhilin severely, but I didn't expect to suppress this matter, and in the end, it was over...... Your Majesty's mind, sometimes ...... It's really hard to figure out. ”

Cui Yizhong's eyes flashed brightly, and he slowly sat down with his beard rubbed, shaking his head and sighing.

"He An, this person, first formed a bond with Mengshu, and injured several people in our Cui family on the night of Shangyuan, and even Cui Laoba was not his opponent, I heard that Xin Wuqi was almost about to kill him later, but he was rescued by a driver who drove a car......"

"What Longmen Academy wants to deal with with with all its strength is this He An, and during the Qingming competition, our people will face off against He An...... As long as it can tie, Longmen Academy will have a seventy percent chance of winning! ”

Cui Zhixia stood up as he spoke, pacing slowly in the study.

"As for that Feng Chun, it is said that he likes to fight for his life, and there is no need to worry about a reckless man like this who kills a thousand enemies and loses eight hundred. When he meets a real master, he will know what is the courage of a horseman, and he may not even have a chance to fight! ”

Cui Zhixia raised his chin proudly, looking like he was holding a wisdom bead.

"The last Fan Dazhi, according to the analysis of the secret report, this kid knows a lot, controls flying swords, mobilizes the vitality of heaven and earth, and even knows the magic circle, he is young, and his skills are extremely mixed, this kind of talented person, I have seen a lot, usually omnipotent, but none of them are proficient, flashy and vain. After all...... Not everyone in this world can be like Li Xingzhi, the demon, who can master all kinds of stunts, and can practice to the top. ”

When Cui Yizhong heard this, his eyebrows twitched with joy, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Xia'er, you are strategizing, everything is under control, but the matter is big, you must be cautious, sometimes a small change will disrupt all your plans!"

"It must be foolproof, if Longmen Academy wins this Qingming competition, Your Majesty will ...... There will be more action in the future...... At that time, Zhixingin ...... It's going to be a complete collapse! ”

Outside the window, it was pitch black, and the moon hid in the clouds.

The wind-blown branches rustled across the window lattice, and the night deepened.

The father and son in the study were still plotting something, the candle was bright, and two black figures were reflected on the window paper, looking terrifying......

The morning sun rises, and the sun shines on the ground, a golden yellow.

The mist gradually dissipated, but the air was still cold, and a touch of green was already shining in the dead grass on the ground.

The sound of reading aloud sounded in the school building of Zhixingyuan......

In an open space in the back mountain, He An's legs were slightly bent, and his hands were embraced, as if he was holding a void ball, and his breath sank into the dantian, not moving like a mountain.

Feng Chun and Qiu Fengqi, who were not far away from him, also maintained the same posture, and several of them had been standing for a long time.

Fan Dazhi quietly moved his toes, touched his somewhat empty stomach, raised his head, and looked at Cheng Ziya in front of him with some fear.

Cheng Ziya's tall figure blocked the sunlight, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and Fan Dazhi in the shadow lowered his head.

"Why don't you concentrate on cultivating?"

Cheng Ziya lowered his head and crossed his waist, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, for fear of scaring the timid fat man in front of him.

Despite this, the fat on Fan Dazhi's cheeks was still trembling.

"Oh...... The disciple is obese, and he has been standing for a long time and bending over for a long time, so he can't help but ...... Struggled ......"

Fan Dazhi looked at Cheng Ziya timidly, and the powerful aura of the head of the courtyard made him stunned from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm...... Why didn't you make a move when you were sparring just now? ”

Cheng Ziya smiled dumbly, suppressing the anger surging in his heart.

"Disciple...... There will be no fights! ”

Fan Dazhi frowned and replied very honestly.

"And what will you do if the enemy wants to kill you?"

Cheng Ziya frowned and clenched his fists.

"Run!"

Fan Dazhi replied without hesitation as a matter of course.

"What if I can't run away?"

Cheng Ziya laughed angrily at this useless guy and continued to ask.

"Begging for mercy!"

Fan Dazhi thought for a moment, and lowered his head after speaking.

If you can't beat it, you can run, and if you can't run away, you beg for mercy, this is the outstanding disciple selected by the Zhixing Academy selection competition?

What a fucking talent!

Cheng Ziya took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to slap the fat man in front of him.

He suddenly began to appreciate Feng Chun's spirit of not fearing death.

"You...... With all your might, hit - me! ”

Cheng Ziya's face turned pale, stretched out his big hand, and pointed to his lower abdomen.

"Huh? Disciple...... Can't! ”

Fan Dazhi blinked a little suspiciously, understood it, and shook his hand again and again in fright.

"If you want to fight, don't be verbose!"

Cheng Ziya took a step forward with some impatience, and the grass clippings on the ground were shocked by his voice and floated in the wind.

Fan Dazhi had no choice but to bite the bullet, clenched his fists, and punched Cheng Ziya in the lower abdomen.

"Force!"

Facing Cheng Ziya's angry reminder, Fan Dazhi gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and punched out hard.

A punch hit Cheng Ziya's lower abdomen, but it was like hitting a ball of cotton.

"Hard! Didn't you eat? ”

Cheng Ziya glared at Fan Dazhi with hatred.

"Disciple is indeed ...... A little hungry! ”

Fan Dazhi rubbed his wrist, which was a little sore, and muttered innocently.

Cheng Ziya was angry with him, turned his head and shouted: "He An!"

He An ran over quickly when he heard this.

"Use all your strength, punch me, and show him!"

Cheng Ziya pointed at the depressed Fan Dazhi, patted his stomach again, hooked his finger at He An, and stood under his feet.

He An clenched his fists, saluted respectfully to the head of the hospital, and stood with his hands down. With a long inhalation, his body popped out like a bow.

With the crisp sound of the arm joints, a punch carrying a fierce wind hit Cheng Ziya's lower abdomen......

He An's punch was amazing.

The back of Cheng Ziya's dark robe swayed, and the sleeves of the two robes fluttered, like a butterfly with wings spread.

The dust shook from under his feet, and several cracks appeared in the solid ground.

"See? That's what you call punching! ”

After receiving a punch, Cheng Ziya seemed to be unconscious, said to Fan Dazhi, glanced at He An approvingly, and muttered in his heart This stinky boy is really powerful.

"Go on!"

As Cheng Ziya's voice sounded in the wind, He An returned to his original position and then stood on the pile.

Fan Dazhi looked helpless and clenched his fists again......

The sun shone on the attic, and also on the table in front of Wei Zhilin, on the case, a plum blossom folded in the middle of winter in the porcelain vase, the petals had long withered.

Wei Zhilin copied "Zhi Xinglu" on the desk, his pen hand is very steady, the font is strong and powerful, and it is elegant.

Wei Zhilin drew one stroke at a time, wrote a full sheet of paper in regular letters, and glanced at the yellowed "Zhixinglu" on the desk.

It was the handwriting of his mentor Li Xingzhi, and Wei Zhilin didn't know how many times he had copied it.

Thinking of his teacher, Wei Zhilin was a little distracted.

After a long time, he sighed, moistened his pen in a quaint inkstone, and wrote again on the blank rice paper.

Wei Zhilin's cursive writing is ever-changing, like a Danya ravine, like a clear spring and a dragon's leap.

He swayed wantonly, the body of the word, made of one stroke, occasionally disconnected, and the blood continued.

Write to the last word "Zhi", one by one, hearty, as if you want to break the paper and go!

If He An saw this scene, he would definitely be surprised to find that the head of the Zhixing Academy was still an immortal calligraphy master.