In the end, it was a young man who had been crawling and rolling in the Qianmu Grassland for several years, and when the iron pillar was about to use his hooves to step on a few bloody holes in a Chang'an official, Yun Zhao grabbed the reins of the horse.

As the flying dust fell, the panicked students around finally got up from the ground, sighing and looking for the lost passage documents in the chaos, which was a lifeline that could not be lost.

Yun Zhao looked at the iron pillar in front of him that was constantly turning his cheeky skin and licking his tongue towards him, and he had mixed feelings for a while, and his afterglow swept towards several military generals with angry faces walking here, and closed his eyes in pain.

If you push the time forward a little, in fact, the beginning of this matter is really freehand.

The north and south who regard the Qinglou as their home, forget the wooden fish who is in a daze in the study all day long, the wooden fish who has played enough with the ink pen sighs that the monkey is boring, and Yun Zhao, who happens to regard the blacksmith shop as his home, also forgets the iron pillar that squats in the stable all day long, and sighs the horse life sadness after eating enough beans.

When the courtyard was finally empty this morning, Muyu, who had successfully been in charge, pushed open the window of the study and decided to make the boring monkey life more interesting, so he hit it off with the iron pillar who wanted to make Ma Sheng's sorrow more magnificent, and Muyu untied the stable and began a journey on the topic of dreams.

The iron pillar of the wooden fish is in its prime.

However, this journey seemed a little too short, and it ended successfully from Yuansheng Lane to Zhaohua Road, and the bored wooden fish quickly jumped from the horseback to the north and south shoulders.

The eyes of the surrounding people turned again and again, although they didn't know the origin very clearly, but everyone didn't have any disagreement on one issue, that is, they all agreed that these two masters should be shot to death, and Yun Zhao and Nanbei actually thought so in their hearts.

"You have never let me down when it comes to disappointment. A voice floated out of the crowd.

Obviously, the only person who can still speak cool words on such occasions is Qianqin.

Qianqin, who was dressed in white, walked out, and there was always an illusion at this moment, as if everything that happened before was to let him take a relaxed and freehand step at this moment, he was such a person, born like this.

With the well-deserved uproar, many candidates who had participated in the Yaoxian banquet a few days ago quickly recognized this young man in white, and the first thing they remembered was his name, followed by what he did with a sword, and finally expressed their heartfelt admiration.

Qianqin enjoyed this very much, although he was still indifferent, but it did not affect the admiration of those onlookers and the women gathered into a tide, allowing him to ride the waves.

"But if you don't cause something in my territory, how can you show what I'm capable of?" was the second sentence after stepping out of the crowd.

Several military generals stopped, their faces a little displeased.

Even if you are the eldest grandson of the Qian's family, you can't act so arrogantly on Zhaohua Road, so the dark faces of several generals became more and more red, although it was not very visible.

But someone could see that a young man was standing at the front of the crowd.

He clutched the paperwork with the horseshoe print in his hand, and then saw the anger on the general's face, so he stood up fearlessly, and screamed out like he was holding his daughter-in-law to steal fishy evidence.

"Zong Ma Zhaohua, what is the crime?"

A sentence that clearly pointed out the charge, not even a single nonsense, soon caused more righteous indignation, and more and more panic in the previous chaos turned into angry accusations.

Even those women who secretly admired them gradually frowned, and at this moment, the young man who felt that he had incarnated as a righteous person felt that his ability to read words and emotions was really outstanding, and he felt that the future was bright.

It's just that no one noticed a picture, and several military generals exhaled as if relieved, and glanced at the young man who led the condemnation with some appreciation.

It's really good that someone takes the initiative to come out and look for death, otherwise I don't know how to end it.

Qianqin looked a little surprised, turned around and carefully looked at the young man's outfit, and said disdainfully: "The dogs of Northern Qi also know the laws of the Tang Dynasty?"

He scolded again... He actually cursed again, and before everyone's exclamations stopped, another slightly immature voice sounded.

"He's from Nanyan?" Nanbei's voice was a little puzzled, like a child asking a question in the school.

No one seems to see the lethality caused by singing and harmonizing, but there are many people who think thoughtfully that the Northern Qi and the Southern Yan have been friends for generations, ranking third or fourth in the world list of the Seven Kingdoms.

One of the most commendable, but also the most admired by the world, is the three thousand horses of King Wu did not destroy the country, half a day to open Shu, and then half a day to break the imperial capital of Northern Qi, cut the Northern Qi imperial flag and return to the country, and then attack and kill the Southern Yan reinforcements on the way back, when the Wuwang military flag took off again in the Tang territory, 30,000 armor was broken.

How to return to the Tang Realm from the Northern Qi Dynasty, the blood of the Southern Yan people will be sprinkled wherever they go, and where they will die.

This is a small stroke on the martial arts book, and the Tang people have too many victories to remember, so it is easy to forget this stubble, but this is a well-known disaster in the Nanyan family, and the history of blood and tears in the text.

So is it really reasonable to call it the dog of Northern Qi and have evidence to follow.

At least judging from the degree of reaction between the north and the south, it should be like this in the eyes of the Tang people.

But the consequences of this statement were soon manifested, the young man's face looked like he had been hungover for three days, his white knuckles represented his anger, and there were more and more people like him in the crowd.

At this moment, there are all the students who participated in the preliminary examination standing on Zhaohua Road, naturally there are some Nanyan people, when insulting Nanyan, there are always some people who will leave their anger and then stand up.

"Wang Zuofei, beg for death. The young man who led the condemnation clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

reported to his home and then begged for death, he naturally knew the identity of this young man in white, and he also knew that he was fighting against him, like a mantis arm as a car, so he begged for death, so noble do you dare to kill people on Zhaohua Avenue.

Wang Zuofei lowered his head slightly, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was really smart, and the scene quickly turned into another situation, the Tang Dynasty gentleman wanted to kill the Zheng Zheng students who sacrificed their lives for the country, and many people in the audience frowned, including the Tang people.

Qianqin tilted his head and looked at him, silent for a long time, thinking for a long time, like a child who had done something wrong, isolated and helpless.

Yun Zhao stroked his horse's mane and apologized to Tie Zhu, he didn't even care about what happened in the field, as countless times before, he never worried about Qianqin, because he didn't know Qianqin this better than him.

When Tie Zhu finally lowered his head and held his head high, indicating that he accepted the young man's apology, Qianqin spoke.

"Thou shalt be found to be dead?" was the fourth sentence he said.

This was after the Yaoxian banquet was over, and Nanbei criticized him very seriously in the study, thinking that his scolding words were too vulgar to hear.

So he took Yu Wentai to the study for a night, and the latter kept moving books for him, and finally at dawn, he pieced together this sentence from a few words in ancient books.

He thought about it for so long before, and it turned out that he was recalling this sentence, which was indeed a bit difficult to remember.

But when he finally said it, it was not in vain to spend most of the night, and Qianqin raised his eyebrows quite complacently.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Zuofei was a little stunned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.

At this time, there must be a follower who jumps out, the kind that opens his teeth and claws, the kind of evil slave image in the villain's book.

So Yu Wentai stood up, he moved the book in the study all night, naturally remembered the explanation of this sentence more clearly, coughed lightly twice, and then spoke proudly.

"Are you looking for death?"

Qianqin stretched out comfortably, and suddenly felt that Yuwentai's image was magnificent, which was really just right.

So the rest of the story came naturally.

Qianqin rolled up his sleeves and sighed into his fist twice.

Quickly walked up to Wang Zuofei and hit him on the right side of the face with a hook.

Before everyone could react, Wang Zuofei flew into the air.

Yun Zhao looked at a few broken teeth on the ground with some curiosity.

"Fly left, I've never heard such a strange request. This is the fifth sentence.