(1st Update)

With a loud bang, the red mirage collided with the white wall of water.

In the next moment, the entire Baijiu Lake was shrouded in red and white, especially in the center of the lake, no matter how good the people on the shore were, it was difficult to see the situation clearly.

After the earth-shattering bang, the red and white light quickly faded. A bamboo raft emerges from the center of the lake.

There are three people who are in opposition to each other.

One dressed in white and the other in green clothes, the two stood at the head and tail of the bamboo raft.

The two are Qin Haoqi and Song Yuchen.

Standing in the middle of the bamboo raft, the one separating the two was a gray suit.

Gray-clothed, white-haired, old-looking, and slightly hunched.

It's none other than Lu Buming, the head of Confucianism!

Except for Lu Buming, Song Yuchen and Qin Haoqi's clothes were all wet, and in comparison, Qin Haoqi was even more embarrassed.

Qin Hao didn't know when the hosta on his head had disappeared, and his wet hair hung messily behind his shoulders or on his face.

But the expression on Qin Haoqi's face was still indifferent.

"Student Qin Haoqi has seen the master. Qin Hao bowed down angrily and saluted respectfully to Lu Buming, who looked like an old man.

Song Yuchen was slightly surprised after hearing this.

Although he guessed that this old man was by no means simple, he really didn't expect that he was the current head of Bailu Academy.

Lu Buming looked at Qin Haoqi with his eyes, and looked at this academy student with a gentle look in his eyes.

Lu Buming nodded at first, but then shook his head inexplicably, and sighed softly at the same time, with regret on his vicissitudes of life.

Lu Buming could see that with the amazing talent of the student in front of him, as long as he was willing to bury his head in Confucianism and Taoism, at most half a Jiazi, he would definitely be able to enter the holy realm with Confucianism. At that time, the people of the world will be blessed.

But he just took the side path of Confucianism, which is equivalent to burying his holy path, which is regrettable.

Lu Buming said softly: "If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, if you want, I, an old man, can help you keep the truth from the false." ”

Qin Hao was slightly stunned when he heard this.

The old master's words are light, but if you want to remove the pseudo-realm in his body, it will definitely take a lot of cultivation, and this process is extremely dangerous, the old master may be counterattacked, and it may even cause damage to his holy realm.

Qin Haoqi did not hesitate at all, he refused: "The student has thanked the head for his kindness in advance, but the student has his own choice. ”

Lu Buming sighed lightly.

Qin Haoqi hesitated slightly, and said, "Did the head of the sect already know my identity?"

Lu Buming nodded slightly.

Many years ago, when the academy encountered wind and rain, a student capsized on Baijiu Lake and fell into the water, so he shot on the shore and got a big tornado to roll the student to the shore. And all this happened to be seen by Qin Haoqi, and after that, it was estimated that in order to confirm his identity, Qin Haoqi often ran to Baijiu Lake to secretly spy on him.

At that time, Lu Buming guessed Qin Haoqi's identity.

Qin Hao asked angrily: "Since the head already knows everything about me, why?"

Lu Buming said, "You want to ask why I didn't expel you from the academy?"

The student did have this doubt. Qin Hao said angrily, "But now the students know." ”

Lu Buming sighed softly.

The two talked to each other, only to turn around again.

"Eh, old man, I'm a distinguished guest of your academy, but your students are bullying me, and you don't care about it?"

When Lu Buming and Qin Hao were in a silent embarrassment, Song Yuchen suddenly said with a smile.

Lu Buming glanced at Song Yuchen.

Lu Buming said with a smile: "What Song Gongzi said is not kind, the old man and I saw it clearly on the shore just now, Song Gongzi's pot of strength is not small." ”

Song Yuchen's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said with a smile: "Old Master Lu has won the award." ”

Song Yuchen muttered: "Whoever called those students of yours didn't recognize people first, so they scolded them all over." ”

Regarding the fact that Fang Xiantong of the Fang family in Qingzhou was going to challenge the academy in the past few days, Lu Buming had heard a little.

Lu Buming quipped: "Song Gongzi should be glad that they didn't recognize the talent." ”

Even if he was as thick-skinned as him Song Yuchen, when he heard this, he couldn't help blushing slightly.

But also, if the previous group of students knew that he was Song Yuchen of the Song family in Jinyang, it is estimated that the end would not be better than just now-

In the eyes of the students on the shore, the three people in the lake stood on the bamboo raft, and they didn't know what they were talking about, and they didn't see any movement for a long time.

The students talked a lot, especially about the old man, even if he saw it with his own eyes just now, he still couldn't believe it.

At this time, the four masters, including Fang Hanfang's old master, all rushed here for inquiry.

Seeing the situation in the lake, the four old men found a bamboo raft by themselves, and despite the persuasion of the students, they had to row to the center of the lake.

On the bamboo raft, Liu Heng, who ranked second among the four masters, had an extremely ugly face.

It is no wonder that Qin Haoqi is his most proud disciple, and Liu Heng has always placed high hopes on him, hoping that he can become a saint and then educate the people of the world.

But at this moment, there was bad news from the thunderbolt on a sunny day, and this proud disciple of his actually walked to the left side.

Fang Han caught a glimpse of Liu Heng beside him with an angry face, and wanted to persuade him, but he still didn't know how to speak after all.

The other two old masters are probably the same. The three of them glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly-

Soon, the four old men came to the center of the lake, and before they could get completely close, Liu Heng raised the bamboo pole in his hand and struck towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao didn't dodge or dodge, and the top of his head was beaten with a rod.

Liu Heng, who was angry in his chest, did not show any mercy to his subordinates, and as a disciple, Qin Hao had no resistance, and his head was opened at that time.

Blood poured out of his hair and slid down his face.

Qin Hao, who was originally temperamental, became mad when he became angry.

The other three old masters didn't expect Liu Heng to really fight with all his might, and when they saw Qin Hao's head bleeding, the three of them couldn't help but exclaim.

Even Liu Heng himself was stunned.

He blamed himself a little at first, blaming himself for being too heavy, but seeing that Qin Hao looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, his anger did not come to one place.

"Haoqi, you are really too disappointing for the teacher. Liu Heng had a lot of angry words in his heart, but when he came to his mouth, he couldn't spit it out. At the end of the day, that's all I can say.

Qin Hao knelt down angrily and kowtowed heavily at Liu Heng.

From beginning to end, Qin Hao didn't say a word. The center of the lake was quiet and scary, except for the sound made when Qin Hao kowtowed.

Song Yuchen stood by and watched.

To put it bluntly, this is someone's own business, he is an outsider, it is inconvenient to meddle, and he has no reason to interfere.

Although Qin Hao was angry with him just now, Song Yuchen preferred to regard this as a competition. Although this degree of exchange is obviously excessive.

Speaking of which, Song Yuchen still has to thank Qin Haoqi, if it weren't for him, Song Yuchen would not have been able to get the advantage thrown by Lu Buming in vain.

It's just that what makes Song Yuchen a little worried is that this unfathomable old Confucian saint may have peeked into his true identity. The old man generously gave Confucian insights just now, and he didn't mean to be friendly with Song Yuchen.

Of course, this may also be him Song Yuchen who "spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain", maybe the old Confucian saint is so kind and generous.

Liu Heng was so angry that he said four or five "good" in a row.

The ritual of nine knocks, as far as the literati and apprentices are concerned, is nothing more than entering the school and apprenticing the teacher, and breaking off the righteousness with grace.

Qin Haoqi's meaning couldn't be more obvious, after today, he would leave the White Deer Academy.

Sure enough, after nine knocks, Qin Hao strode out of the bamboo raft, his figure swept over and over the lake, and after just a while, he disappeared in the direction of the mountain gate of the academy-

In front of the mountain gate

A twenty-six-seven-year-old handsome boy brother Numa Xianyi came to the mountain gate.

Behind him, there were also two tall middle-aged men, who hid a doorway between their breaths and breaths, and they were obviously masters of the inner family who were not weak in cultivation.

At the mountain gate, there is a stone stele, and the stele reads "meet the stele and get off the horse" four vermilion lacquer characters.

The handsome boy squinted at the stele, but he didn't mean to dismount.

He sneered and said, "I'll let that bullshit four masters get off the horse today." ”

Between the words, the handsome boy was full of spirit, and his face was cold and arrogant.

The reason why he is so proud is that he naturally has his own capital. Not for anything else, just because his surname is Fang and he is from Qingzhou.

Yes, he is the most talented Fang Xiantong after the loneliness of the Song family in Jinyang!

Fang Xiantong raised his horsewhip and was about to ride his horse over the stone tablet.

At this moment, on the top of the mountain, a white dress like a cloud, quickly floating downward.

The two men seemed to realize it and suddenly raised their heads.

But in less than a breath, the white clothes descended from the top of the mountain to the halfway point, and they were coming towards them.

The expressions of the two of them suddenly became extremely solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy. One of the men with a knife instinctively pulled out the long knife from his waist by three inches.

Probably discovering the strangeness of his entourage, Fang Xiantong also raised his eyes suddenly.

In the next moment, the white cloth came closer, his face covered with blood, so hideous and terrifying.

Fang Xiantong was startled at that time.

"Not good, Childe be careful. A man suddenly exclaimed.

At the same time, the other man had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, raised it high above his head, and slashed forward.

But the white clothes accelerated suddenly, and the three of them only felt that a white shadow flashed in front of them. In the next moment, Fang Xiantong screamed miserably, and his whole body was knocked off the horse.

With a heavy impact, Fang Xiantong fell to the mountain road a foot away.

I saw a blood-red slap mark on his face, and the blood mark quickly turned from red to purple, and then to black, and the five fingers were clearly visible.

And Fang Xiantong had already been knocked unconscious, lying motionless on the stone steps.

Qin Hao, who was dressed in white, swept by, leaving only a cold sentence: "Dismount when you meet the monument." ”

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