At the end of the team was Ma Lilian, the daughter of General Guide Ma Chucheng, who practiced martial arts since she was a child and did not like female celebrities. General Guide didn't care but was proud of it. He often told everyone that Ma had no children in his life, but it was enough to have a daughter. It's a seven-foot man, and he's better than my baby.
Ma Lilian practiced martial arts at the age of seven, could dance a long spear at the age of nine, ride and shoot at the age of eleven, and could use almost two hands with eighteen weapons at the age of fifteen. The key point is that this year, she got an excellent grade in the Art of War in the Arts and Military Academy exam. It's no wonder that General Guide boasted about his pride, and it's natural and congratulatory to have a daughter. None of the sons of other families could get into the Yanwu Academy, but the daughter of the waistcoat is a well-known student of the Yanwu Academy.
Ma Lilian is petite in stature, but her temper is upright and even a little hot. Although she didn't like Fang Jie's face that no one wanted to talk to, she didn't like Yuan Chengshi and Liu Shuang's virtue even more. The reason why he was in this team was because he had no choice but to ask Mr. Mo Wanwu to only understand Fang Jie and Zhang Kuang
What made her even more upset was the woman who was sticking to Yuan Chengshi's side.
That woman is Niu Miao, the youngest daughter of Niu Huilun, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion. It is reasonable to say that this girl should be very virtuous and virtuous in the Niu family of the poet and book heir, but her reputation in Chang'an City is even louder than that of some brothel girls. It's not that she has many capable husbands, but that this woman is also somewhat heroic, and the people she interacts with on weekdays are not young ladies or daughters, but princes of aristocratic families.
The people in Chang'an City have become accustomed to the scene of hanging shoulders and shoulders together, and they secretly call her Niu Huahua.
This woman has been inseparable from Yuan Chengshi ever since she entered the Martial Arts Academy and met Yuan Chengshi. The two of them are also like-minded, and Niu Huahua has already regarded herself as the daughter-in-law of Yuan Chongwu, Governor of Hebei Province. Speaking of which, the two families are well-matched. One's father is a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion. Although he has no real power, he has a very high status. One is a dignified second-rank feudal official who holds the power of life and death for millions of people.
Ma Lilian doesn't want to see Niu Huahua, and Niu Huahua doesn't want to see her either.
It is said that women seldom have pure friendship, not to mention friendship between these two people, if they are not afraid of being laughed at, maybe someday they will be able to scuffle and tear each other together. Although Ma Lilian is the daughter of a martial arts family, she also likes martial arts, but she is conservative and dislikes women who are promiscuous. And Niu Huahua is a child of a literati family, but she never seems to take gender seriously.
These two women are wonderful people.
There are only these two female students in Class B, so they are naturally the favorites in the eyes of all men. There are many people who don't have anything to do, but of course, Fang Jie is not one of them.
Niu Huahua originally looked at Fang Jie very pleasing to the eye, at least in terms of skin, he is much more beautiful than Yuan Chengshi. It's a pity, that guy didn't even look at her all day long, so how could she be happy? A woman who is used to being coaxed and pampered by men will often feel hatred for no reason when she meets a man who is not interested in her.
"Young Master Yuan, don't beat him too hard. Fang Xie is a celebrity in front of His Majesty. If he gets beaten badly and then goes to His Majesty to file a complaint, the loss outweighs the gain."
Niu Huahua pursed her lips and said with a smile.
Liu Shuang replied, "Why? Our Miss Niu is also interested in that little boy?"
"It's your mother's intention!"
Niu Huahua scolded immediately, without showing any mercy to Liu Shuang. Her father is a bachelor, although he has no real power to meet with His Majesty often. Liu Shuang's father was the prefect of Chuzhou, and he had a lot of power, but the officials released to the outside world were not as good as the Beijing officials. In particular, Niu Huilun could kill Liu Shuang's father. But Liu Shuang's father couldn't deal with Bachelor Niu.
Coupled with the relationship between Niu Huahua and Yuan Chengshi, it was even more difficult for Liu Shuang to say anything. Yuan Chongwu is the governor of Hebei Province, which is next to the northwest. In the future, the imperial court will send troops to the northwest, and Yuan Chongwu's Hebei Province will be a strategic location. At that time, the real power in his hands will obviously be even more enviable, and Liu Shuang, who wants to curry favor with the Yuan family, will never dare to offend.
After Niu Huahua scolded Liu Shuang, she looked at Yuan Chengshi with winking eyes and said, "I'm thinking of Mr. Yuan."
Yuan Chengshi nodded and said: "I save it, but don't worry too much about it. Your Majesty will not care about the competition between the Martial Arts Institutes, and it is common for people who lose in the competition to be injured. If your Majesty therefore It would be unfair to ask."
"I'm just worried about you."
Niu Huahua said something sweet and greasy.
Yuan Chengshi waved his hands and said, "Let's go. Although we have a map in hand, we are not familiar with the route and terrain, and we can't send scouts to investigate. We can't delay any longer."
Liu Shuang hummed, and rushed out of the city gate first. Thirty students wearing the uniforms of the Academy of Martial Arts rushed out of the city, which attracted the attention of many passers-by. The soldiers guarding the gate looked at the students with envy in their eyes. Anyone who can enter the martial arts academy, which one has no bright future
Not long after leaving the city, he entered the mountain road. Yuan Chengshi looked back from time to time and told him that he seemed to be the leader of the team. He had the highest background among all the students, so the others did not have any objections. Ma Lilian is the daughter of General Guide. General Guide is a fourth-rank military officer, which is far behind the second-rank governor.
She's not the kind of person who likes to talk about things, so she simply followed behind without saying a word.
"Sir once said that assassination and ambushes are also the duties of scouts. Our team is more compact. After all, Fang Jie and Zhang Kuang are both frontier scouts. If anyone is attacked, don't say that I didn't warn the front. In order to win in the end, I will never let anyone go to the rescue."
Yuan Chengshi yelled a few words, looked at the majestic mountain in front of him and said to himself: "What's wrong with the excellence of the Nine Schools? It's just a waste that can't practice!"
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When Yuan Chengshi's team entered the mountain, Fang Jie and the three of them were already catching fish. The speed of the three of them was much faster than that of a large group of people, especially Mo Wanwu was so familiar with the road that he didn't even need to stop to look at the map.
Crescent Lake is deep in the mountain, a flat place halfway up the mountain. Generally, there are water pools in the mountains at the top or at the bottom of the mountain, but it is a bit strange that the Crescent Lake is halfway up the mountain. And Fang Xie looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of river this pool is connected to, it turned out to be a stagnant pool.
As Mo Wanwu said, the water in Crescent Lake is icy cold. You don't need to touch it with your hands, just standing by the pool, a cold breath blows towards your face. Fang Jie tried to put his hand in, but couldn't help shivering. The water was unbearably cold. Logically, the water temperature should have been freezing long ago, but I don't know why it didn't. It didn't seem to be in line with common sense.
The level is like a mirror, without a trace of ripple.
Since it is stagnant water, it should be very dirty. After all, this pool of water has existed for an unknown number of years, and things like fallen leaves and weeds cannot be swept away by the wind. For stagnant water, Fang Jie's understanding is that it is green, dirty, sticky and turbid. In his previous life, even running water rivers had similar scenes. But this Crescent Lake is clear and bright, without any sundries, and you can even see black-backed fish swimming in the water, not afraid of people at all.
The six-gilled fish in this water has not seen anyone for some time. Mo Wanwu simply made a fishing rod, hung an earthworm on the iron hook and threw it into the pool. After a while, there was a fish with a length of one foot. Come to bite. Fang Jie remembered that Mo Wanwu said that the fish in this cold water pool was only one foot long in a hundred years, that is to say, the fish he saw was already a centenarian.
"Sir, there is no waterway connecting this pool, why is it still so clear?"
Fang Jie couldn't help asking curiously.
"I don't know either."
Mo Wanwu picked up the one-foot-long six-gill fish and threw it into the prepared fish basket. The big fish twisted so powerfully that it knocked the fish basket down. Zhang Kuang went to catch it, but the fish in his arms was able to struggle out. It can be seen from this that a hundred years of Taoism is not useless.
"Professor Qiu speculated back then that there might be a big hole at the bottom of the water connecting other waterways. So she took the risk to go down into the water, but she only dived a few feet deep and couldn't survive. Only someone with her temperament would have the courage , anyway, I dare not."
Mo Wanwu skillfully hung up the bait again, and threw out the simple and rough fishing rod again: "But since the water is so clear, it can't be said that it is really connected to other places. It’s impossible to find the truth.”
"Is there such a boring great practitioner in this world?"
Zhang Kuang finally subdued the fish, and then did a stupid thing. He even subconsciously tied the fish with a rope, thinking that the fish would not jump wildly. Seeing him flustered, Fang Jie couldn't help laughing: "You just tied a bow, how can you still tie a fish?"
Zhang Kuang blushed, and casually threw the fish into the fish basket again, and then clamped the fish basket with a big stone: "It's a fool to just listen to Mr. talking for a while."
He came over and squatted beside Mo Wanwu to watch him fish, waiting for Mo Wanwu's answer.
"What are the identities of the great practitioners of time? How could they come here to do such a boring thing."
Mo Wanwu curled his lips and said, "The great practitioner I am talking about is not a master of the seventh or eighth rank. To be called a great practitioner, at least the ninth rank is required. Fang Jie, I know how many times you have seen it." Such a great cultivator, but you must not think that there are as many as nine ranks... Because this is Chang'an, it is easier to meet the strongest people of the ninth rank than other places. Before I entered the Yanwu Academy to study, I traveled half a In Jiangnan, I haven't met one."
Fang Jie hummed, thought for a while and asked: "A person who cultivates the ninth rank in the world is the strongest?"
"Who dares to say that!"
Mo Wanwu said: "There is no limit to literature, and so is martial arts. You see that this mountain is already very high, after all, there are still higher mountains in the world. And in places that you may not be able to reach in this life, there may be places that go straight to the clouds." Gao Feng. The so-called Ninth Rank Supreme is because people don’t know how to define a strong person above Ninth Rank, but... it doesn’t mean there are none.”
"Sir?"
"If there is such a person in the world... the dean must be one of them."
Mo Wanwu replied.
"That old man..."
Fang Jie swallowed back the last word, and changed his words: "That old and unscrupulous..."
"I didn't hear that sentence."
Mo Wanwu smiled and said: "But what you said is extremely correct."
At this moment, Fang Jie and the others suddenly heard chewing sounds coming from behind them. The three of them hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see that Fang Xie's red horse put its mouth into the fish basket and pulled out the six-gilled fish, eating it deliciously. Not only was the red horse not afraid of being pricked by a fishbone, but its eyes were shining brightly as if it was extremely excited. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a horse eating fish.
"Is this...perverted?"
Fang Jie asked in surprise.
"That's your horse!"
Mo Wanwu and Zhang Kuang shouted in unison.
Fang Jie looked at the red horse, and always felt that the way this guy ate six gills was a bit strange. It was as if it had been eaten before, and it was somehow unusual to see the excitement.
"Damn it, I still have to use bait for fishing, but you're a poor horse!"
Mo Wanwu said angrily, but when he was talking about the bait, he subconsciously glanced at Fang Jie for some reason, and the trace of guilt in his eyes flashed away again.
"Fang Jie, are you sure about the horse you rode?"
Zhang Kuang asked in surprise.
Fang Jie thought for a while before seriously answering: "Actually, it's a pig..."
While the three of them were chatting, about fifteen miles away from Fang Xie and the others, the students led by Yuan Chengshi walked into the dense forest. He unfolded the map to look, pointed to a direction and said, "That's over there, go on." It'll be here in half an hour."
On a protruding boulder on the top of the mountain above their heads, the wonderful monk Chenya pointed down and asked Fang Henshui: "Did you see it? There are many Sui people coming down here, you can call for help."
"I can not."
"Then you volunteer to be bait to lure a few people over, so that you won't have to cut your flesh again."
Chen Ya asked with a smile: "Isn't it?"