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Hearing the constant shouting in Baijiu Lake, students soon came from nearby, and many people surrounded the lake shore after a while.

When the students saw the horrific scene in the lake, they all showed horror on their faces.

Some students reacted quickly, found a light boat or a simple bamboo raft docked on the shore, and rowed to the center of the lake as quickly as possible, hoping to save their fellow students who fell into the water.

Somewhere on the shore, Qin Hao was in a column, and beside him, there were still two people standing, who were the two people who went to the mountain gate with him some time ago to greet Old Master Fang, one was Zhu Yuanliang, and the other was Pei Jingtong.

Others don't know who Tsing Yi is in the center of the lake, but they know it all too well.

Where is the man in Tsing Yi Fang Xiantong of the Fang family in Qingzhou, it is clearly Song Yuchen of the Song family in Jinyang.

A few days ago, Zhu Yuanliang, who was "disrespectful" to Song Yuchen, looked a little ugly at the moment.

It is said that the hooligan is the most scholar, not to mention that the other party is still a hooligan who has both culture and martial arts.

Zhu Yuanliang became worried, worried that the person surnamed Song was a cautious eye and would settle accounts with him after the autumn.

Pei Jingtong's face beside him was not very good.

Pei Jingtong's eyes were complicated, not only worried, but also envious.

Nowadays, His Majesty the Emperor vigorously admires literature, and the status of scholars and literati has been greatly improved compared with the past. If you can not only hide the pen and ink in your belly, but also hide the treasure sword in your sleeve, then you are both civil and military, and you are truly chic.

It's just that Pei Jingtong couldn't figure out what he couldn't figure out was how this Song Yuchen, who was suspected of selling his reputation and reputation, became a martial arts master.

Pei Jingtong caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and Qin Hao walked down the embankment for no reason.

couldn't help but be a little stunned, and asked, "Brother Qin, who are you?"

Qin Haoqi had already gotten on a bamboo raft, obviously going to the center of the lake to save people.

But at this moment, the waves in the center of the lake were still calm, and many of the people who rushed past before accidentally capsized and fell into the cold water.

Qin Haoqi doesn't understand water, as friends on weekdays, Pei Jingtong and Zhu Yuanliang know this best.

In the past, every time the three of them were invited to go out to travel the mountains and rivers, Qin Haoqi was never too close to the water, and he was even reluctant to take the boat.

But today, Qin Haoqi is abnormal.

Zhu Yuanliang also saw it, he was about to open his mouth to dissuade Qin Haoqi, but Qin Haoqi had already driven five or six feet away.

Zhu Yuanliang and Pei Jingtong showed a look of shame on their faces, compared with Qin Haoqi, who didn't know anything about water but could disregard his own safety in order to save people, the two of them did seem a little unkind and righteous.

But after all, the two of them offended the talented son of the Song family a few days ago, and the ghost knows if they pass by this time, whether they will be settled by the Autumn Queen.

However, the next scene almost made Zhu Yuanliang and Pei Jingtong's eyes fall out.

I saw that Qin Hao, whose wrist was as slender as a woman's wrist, grabbed the long bamboo pole and pressed one end of the bamboo pole against a stone on the shore.

Seeing Qin Hao's strength, the bamboo pole in his hand instantly bent into a crescent moon. You can even faintly hear the slight tremor of the bamboo poles. The bamboo pole has been bent to the extreme, and even a little bend will be broken.

The dull sound of breaking wind like thunder suddenly sounded.

In the sound of the breaking wind, the long and narrow bamboo raft is like a sharp arrow, piercing the air, cutting through the water, and heading ahead. It's just incredibly fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the bamboo raft had already appeared three feet away.

Qin Haoqi held a bamboo pole in one hand and a backstrap in the other, standing on the bamboo raft like a white-clothed stone statue.

Zhu Yuanliang and Pei Jingtong glanced at each other, and they both saw the ghostly expressions on each other's faces.

Compared to the shock and surprise that Song Yuchen had brought to them before, Qin Haoqi made them even more stunned at this moment.

You must know that Qin Haoqi almost stays with the two of them on weekdays, and it can be said that they know each other well. But they couldn't have imagined that Qin Hao, who had to pant for a long time when he climbed a higher mountain, was so deeply hidden.

At the same time, another place on the shore.

A student in white clothes, who is also a college standard, leans lazily on a tree trunk, he is outstanding in appearance, but he neglects to take care of it, his hair is simply tied behind his head, and he does not even wear a hairpin.

The clothes he wore were wrinkled, while the rest of the students' clothes were mostly flat and neat. Even when he doesn't speak, he feels cynical.

At this moment, when other students saw the same door falling into the water in the lake, they were all worried, but he was careless.

The student, who seemed to be lazy in his bones, adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable. He just watched from the sidelines, as if watching a lively play.

Behind him, a tall, middle-aged man stood silently with his arms folded over his chest.

If Chao Anhu saw it, he would definitely be able to recognize this person at a glance. It is said that this tall man is none other than Fan Zhengde, who made an invincible sledgehammer in one hand.

It's just that I haven't seen his sledgehammer at this time, so I guess I didn't have it with me.

With Fan Zhengde appearing here, then there is no suspense about the identity of this cynical white-clothed student.

Ji Kaicheng, when the sixth son of the Son of Heaven, that is, His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, is him.

It's just that at this moment, he has another name in the academy, called Ji Kaicheng, to hide people's eyes.

If it weren't for someone who knew the inside story, it is estimated that no one would associate him with a prince with an extremely noble status. In fact, this guy doesn't look like a royal dragon no matter how he looks at it, but is more like a rich kid from a poor family who is extremely lazy on weekdays.

Seeing that Tsing Yi in the lake showed his magical powers, Ji Kaicheng just smiled slightly and said, "It's really cheap, Xue Bing, the old fox." ”

Some time ago, Xue Bing sent a letter, although there were only a few words in the letter, Xue Bing almost didn't praise Song Yuchen to the sky. Ji Kaicheng could see that the old general was very satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

Although he had some doubts about the martial arts of this talented man of the Song family, he finally knew it in advance, so he was not surprised to see the situation in the lake at this moment.

But Qin Hao's anger really surprised Ji Kaicheng.

Ji Kaicheng, who was honorable, no longer leaned on the trunk of the tree, he straightened up and looked at Qin Haoqi from afar.

Fan Zhengde, who was behind him, took half a step forward and said softly: "Pseudo-Confucian means, son, it should be this person." ”

Ji Kaicheng squinted slightly, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be him, Yuan Mengfang has good means, and he really has a good hand of chess." ”

The Yuan Mengfang in his mouth is naturally the supervisor of the Lishan Division Tiantai.

As early as when Qin Haoqi was young, there was a white-haired old man riding a tall white deer and stepping on the white mist to his village and his home.

The white-haired old man with a mysterious identity was none other than Yuan Mengfang.

As a prince, Ji Kaicheng naturally knew some things about Yuan Mengfang. Few people know that the master who is now in charge of the forbidden land of Lishan is the Bailu Academy that has graduated from Kuanglu Mountain.

Of course, it is not appropriate to use the word "teacher", because Yuan Mengfang was expelled from the academy by the head of Confucianism at that time.

Bailu Academy has been trained since ancient times, and all students of the academy are not allowed to enter the official career, which is known to the world.

But in addition to being expelled from the academy, there is another way of saying it. said that in fact, Yuan Mengfang was not expelled from the academy when he was young, but left on his own initiative because he wanted to enter the official career.

When he left the academy, Yuan Mengfang had already attained a deep knowledge of Confucianism, and later traveled the world for three years and learned the mysteries of Taoism. After going to Xianyang, he was directly regarded as the pillar of the country by the Son of Heaven at that time, and was able to accompany the king often.

Later, the old emperor died, and Yuan Mengfang secretly received a will and took over the forbidden land of Lishan. And so it has been to this day.

Ji Kaicheng also learned that Yuan Mengfang was well versed in the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, and was as bold as him, and at the same time as demonic as him, he actually created his own pseudo-Confucian methods. It has turned the indescribable, even more undemanding, subtle Confucian way into something that can be truly improved through cultivation.

Of course, if you are an immortal, you are a demon, and it is not tolerated by heaven. Although Ji Kaicheng currently doesn't know what the drawbacks of Yuan Mengfang's so-called pseudo-Confucian methods are, there is no doubt that there are definitely drawbacks, and they are destined not to be too small.

Otherwise, with the terrifying cultivation of Yuan Mengfang's old monster, he would have already flown through the Heavenly Gate and become a free immortal.

Taoists are good at sensing the aura of heaven and earth, and cultivating through picking, so as to use it, and the inherent Taoism is natural.

The Confucian masters are good at sensing the power of heaven and earth, although they cannot pick and absorb, but they can borrow it, which is more mysterious and mysterious than Taoism.

Wen Yongting, the former prime minister of Western Shu, is also Confucian and Taoist, and he understands both. But apparently it has not yet reached the realm of concomitant communication.

The world only knows that Wen Yongting is also Confucian, but few people know that there is a Yuan Mengfang in addition.

Of course, after some time, I am afraid that I will have to add another Qin Haoqi.

"Childe, do you want me to help?" Fan Zhengde suddenly said.

"Help?" Ji Kaicheng still had a cynical smile on his face, and said, "Who are you going to help? Help Qin Haoqi? Even if he is really a disciple of Yuan Mengfang's old monster, what does the matter of Lishan matter to you and me? Don't forget that my father has always disliked the princes reaching out to Lishan, so why should I cause a commotion, and I don't please him." ”

Fan Zhengde's face changed slightly, and he didn't know what to say.

Ji Kaicheng looked at Baijiu Lake, as if talking to himself, and said softly: "Why don't you help that talented son of the Song family?" Old Master Fang was escorted back by him, and this guy is also the grandson-in-law of the old man Xue Bing. ”

Fan Zhengde was shocked when he heard this. Qin Hao is angry but a person from Lishan, if His Royal Highness the Prince helps the talented son of the Song family, won't he offend Lishan?

But fortunately, Ji Kaicheng's next sentence dispelled the worries in Fan Zhengde's heart.

Ji Kaicheng muttered: "But if it weren't for you Song Yuchen, the girl in the Flying Palace would be my woman." Song Yuchen, Song Yuchen, you really damn it. ”

Fan Zhengde was silent.

PS: Although the results are not good, since it has been written, it should be put on the shelves. I've applied with a certain point.,It's estimated that it will be on the shelves in the near future.,I hope you can support a lot at that time.。 And during this time, I will try to save as many manuscripts as possible for small explosions on the shelves. (Of course, the premise is that if there is no accident, if it is the same as changing the title of the book, it will be bloody.) It's been half a month, and I still haven't changed it, eh)