The movement outside the school palace has long attracted the attention of teachers and teachers, and the dean, Mr. Changjing, and the chief teacher, Mr. Xi Rong, are not far away.

Rong Jiao Xi and another Chinese teacher are privately called black and white impermanence by the students, one of these two people is in charge of student discipline and the other is in charge of the assessment standards, there have been unsightly students who rely on their prominent position in the dynasty in the school palace to bully their classmates, after being caught by Rong Jiaoxi, they were beaten on the spot, and finally thrown out directly. Wind and water's door, about the Chinese teaching is even more legendary, some people want to adjust the ranking of students by going through the back door, this teacher directly threw the money in his face, and the usual style is the most selfless.

Song Hanchuan's corner of his eye also caught a glimpse of this, confident that Zhu Qingyu, a crazy woman, would not dare to beat people in front of the black impermanence of Rong Jiaoxi, even if she had dog guts.

The Academy prohibits private fights and encourages formal challenges.

The eighteen-year-old competition is a very formal competition, as long as you participate in the competition, you can't escape the challenge, even if Zhu Qingyu wants to protect Jing Ming, it is impossible, Jing Ming has been sitting firmly in the position of the first person in the school palace for eight years, and at this moment he suddenly fell off the altar, and Song Hanchuan is not the only one who wants to take this opportunity to humiliate him.

Song Hanchuan's spirit was bright, Jing Ming's silence made him very happy, and he continued to shout: "Hmph, the eighteen-year-old competition is a summary of my generation's martial arts cultivation in the past ten years, Senior Brother Jing Ming, you have always been among the best, don't you dare to fight, or are you just an embroidered pillow with a false name?"

Mr. Changjing nodded to Rong Jiao Xi, and Rong Jiao Xi walked towards the teenager.

This move made Song Hanchuan's original worries disappear, and he continued to provoke: "Can Jing Ming dare to fight?"

The sycamore is leafy, in May and June, the new leaves and the old leaves have not been completely exchanged, the wind is gently raised, there are three or two pieces falling from the branches, just falling at the feet of Rong Jiaoxi.

Rong Jiao Xi bent over to pick it up.

Song Hanchuan was a little puzzled, and pondered: "I haven't heard that Rong Jiaoxi likes leaves, and I haven't heard that he is a sentimental person, and this leaf is nothing special." ’

His body was suddenly numb, his shoulders were lying on his shoulder, and a gloomy voice sounded in his ears: "You don't have this chance, I will cripple you before that." ”

Zhu Qingyu took the opportunity of Rong Jiao Xi to bend down to pick up leaves, floated to Song Hanchuan's side and said a word, raised his hand and slapped him in the face, the male god was bullied, this girl was just angry, and she was a little ruthless, this slap down the poor young man's front teeth were a little loose, Zhu Qingyu was still not ready to start, Rong Jiao Xi had already gotten up, Light Rain rubbed his palms and retreated to the side, leaving Song Hanchuan to hold his cheeks and look at Rong Jiao Xi with a desolate and innocent face, afraid of being beaten more tragically, he could only complain to Jiao Xi with pitiful eyes: "She beat me, and the woman beat me. ”

Rong Jiaoxi played with the sycamore leaves in his hands, clearly didn't see what he was doing, but after he walked in, he reprimanded the onlookers a few words: "Dabi is coming, there is spare time to grind his mouth and fight fiercely here, it is better to put more effort into martial arts, so as not to embarrass the school palace at that time." ”

Zhu Qingyu playfully said yes, and jumped away with satisfaction.

Jing Ming is the personal disciple of the dean Mr. Changjing, and they climbed to the second floor of the main hall of the school palace together.

Jing Ming stood in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the green mountains outside Fengtian City.

"Is it really broken?" Mr. Changjing asked a question that he had already determined the answer, from the moment Jing Ming walked in, with his advanced martial arts cultivation, he felt that the qi in his body was abnormal, and the Yutang acupoint where the qi was stored was cracked, and the qi was flowing out of this opening, although Jing Ming had been trying to suppress and slow down the loss of qi, but the effect was not very obvious, this opening was not blocked, and the strong qi would be lost one day.

Martial arts cultivation is to refine and store the qi in the Yutang Cave, the more Qi stored by the young man in the Puyu period, the purer it is, the more infinite the future will be, and the destruction of the Yutang Cave is equivalent to cutting off the path of martial arts.

Jing Ming looked at Qingshan and didn't speak.

Mr. Longgami's eyes were dark, and his head was a little dizzy, and he barely stood still with his hands propped up on the table.

Jing Ming has been his student since he entered the academy, and there is also a teacher named ' Zhao Xuanlang's child, this child has always been his pride, learning martial arts is more diligent than Jing Ming, but two years of time was snatched into the army by Jing Chen, the head of the martial arts, this tone with the rise of Jing Ming, became the first person in the palace, and finally endured it, eighteen years old is about to be, it is the time to verify the results, and it is also the time to witness the teaching results of more than ten years, the hole on the Yutang acupoint that is similar to a sword wound not only broke the young man's martial arts road, but also ruined the teaching achievements of Mr. Changjing for more than ten years.

Qingjiao School Palace is led by the top sect Taixuanshan combined with more than a dozen sects to jointly create, when graduation the major sects will come to the selection of people, Taixuanshan selection of disciples and its strictness, almost all have to be Puyu nine to have the basic qualifications, the teachers of the Natural School Palace are proud to teach the disciples who worship in Taixuan Mountain, Mr. Changjing has gossip, the Zhongyan Dynasty this Qingjiao competition, Taixuanshan will send people to participate, Jing Ming as the first person in the academy, naturally have a greater chance, this is the latest time that Mr. Changjing has become the enlightenment teacher of Taixuan's disciples.

Changjing can be unfazed in the face of life and death, but at this moment, he is a little distracted, and he said one after another: "There must be some way to remedy it, there must be a ......"

The boy was in front of the window, and there were only green mountains in his eyes.

In the attic of the top of Qingshan Peak, the melodious bell comes in bursts, this bell has nothing to do with the temple, there is a very unlucky name 'the death knell of the country,' which is the general Jing Chen's request to hang up, every May and June conscription season, the bell will come slowly, if the men of our generation do not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, one day will ring the death knell of the country.

There is also a big drum in the attic of the top of the mountain peak, named "Endeavor Drum," every time a big battle is won, the big drum will be stirred, and the war drum will thunder and make people forge ahead, asking the people not to be confused by the victory in front of them to pursue a more distant victory.

It has been eight years since the war with Daliang, and once again the death knell sounded, the people of Fengtian City were inevitably a little numb, and they were talking about who was about to go to the battlefield, and who had already died in battle, and finally ended with the general Jing Chen being incompetent.

"Teacher," Jing Ming said in a low voice, having to pull Mr. Changjing back from his trance, "I'm here to ask the teacher for help." ”

Mr. Changjing thought that Jing Ming was going to ask him to find a good way to repair the Yutang acupoint, and as soon as he raised his head, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said: "There is the blood of the five emperors in the palace, which is the highest bloodline of the demon clan, and it has a miraculous effect on the basic forging of martial artists. ”

The eyes that had been regained quickly dimmed.

Mr. Changjing, as the dean of the school palace, is relatively high-level within the dynasty, and knows some insiders, Jing Ming, as the only son of the great general Jing Chen, if it was three years ago, he would ask for the 'blood of the five emperors' The emperor may be able to give one or two drops, and the perennial attack on the Liang has been blocked in the prison sheep pass, and the government and the opposition have been complaining, and the court and the court are discussing whether to replace Jing Chen these days, and the opportunity to ask for the 'blood of the five emperors' at this time is really slim.

Jing Ming had to speak out again to pull Mr. Changjing's mind back, and said, "Teacher, I want to participate in the Qingjiao Competition, I need a Qingjiao token, please help get a piece." ”

Qingjiao School Palace has set a preliminary threshold for Dabi, and only teenagers in the third phase of Puyu can sign up for Dabi, and it is the white-faced impermanence of the school palace who is responsible for this matter.

Originally, Jing Ming's qualifications for the ninth phase of Puyu did not need him to ask for it, and the school palace automatically sent the token back to the door, at this time, the Yutang acupoint was broken, and the realm fell to the qualification of Xiaoshi, and it was basically impossible to get the token from this upright Bai Wuchang head-on, so Jing Ming thought of this teacher who was the dean.

Mr. Changjing looked at the student standing in front of the window, the former first person in the academy, once fell into the quagmire, such a big gap can still maintain such a heart, it is really rare, this Qingjiao token has to be retrieved for him, and said: "Even if the teacher doesn't want this old face, he will ask for the token from that impermanence." ”

He asked Jing Ming to wait here and go downstairs to get the token.

Mr. Changjing didn't let Jing Ming wait for a long time, after about a quarter of an hour's effort, he took a black token and handed it to the young man, the Qingjiao token is divided into three levels, from high to low with three colors, which are golden, cyan, Black, the gold token represents the seed players, the cyan token represents the key training object of the college, black is the regular student, the green pride is eliminated in the form of points, one point can be scored for winning, one point is minus one point for losing, gold medal students do not need to participate in the points competition directly into the top 20, the basic points of the cyan token have twenty points and do not need to participate in a large number of competitions at the beginning, and the black card students must accumulate points through one competition after another to ensure their ranking.

Originally, it was not difficult to get a golden token with the first result of Jingming Fengtian Xue Palace, but now it is necessary for Mr. Changjing to open the back door to take a black iron order.

Hua Jiaoxi, the white impermanence, is only the dean of Mr. Changjing, and the big guy like Lord Yama can make him bow his head through some people's common sense.

Jing Ming took the token and thanked Mr. Changjing before leaving the Qingjiao Academy, Mr. Changjing had to say a few words of relief, and repeatedly said that even if he didn't want to open his head, he would ask the emperor for a drop of 'Five Emperors' blood. ’

Jing Ming stepped out of the gate of wind and water, and the qi on his body would change dramatically with every step he took, originally his Yutang acupoint was just a crack, as he walked, this opening became bigger and bigger, and finally the entire Yutang acupoint was completely cracked, and the qi that had been conceived for ten years suddenly collapsed and rushed to the four directions of the body, but it would not flow out of the body in vain, and be absorbed by the musculoskeletal body.

Nourishing qi and breathing, longevity and longevity are the highest in the hearts of martial artists, borrowing talismans to start the formation is medium, and boiling muscles and bones is understood as inferior.

Jing Ming dissipated his qi like this, and if he was in front of Mr. Changjing, he would definitely think that he had lost his mind.

The streets of Fengtian City are still lively.

A warm sound of horses' hooves sounded at the gate of the city, and a soldier in light armor shouted: "Great victory, great victory, the general has broken through Kangyan, the capital of Daliang, and he will return to the court in the near future." ”