The Pei brothers from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, together with Baohe, the governor of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Gao Jinlin, a master from Dali Temple, were overthrown by the hidden weapons of Yan Qing Wushuang, a professor of the Yanwu Academy. At this time, the people around the carriage were a little terrified to bring up the three words Yanwuyuan in their hearts. Since people knew that the old dean of Yanwuyuan was Wan Xingchen and he was dead, it seemed that people I have lost the awe I used to have towards the Academy of Martial Arts.
But today, a professor told them by killing four people in a row that the reason why Yanwuyuan is unparalleled in the world is not only because there is a Wan Xingchen who can break all spells with a single sword. Number one in the world, and a bunch of perverts who are number one in the world.
The muscles on the face of Dali Temple Minister Mu Chen involuntarily twitched a few times after seeing Baohe fall down. As a member of the third rank of the imperial court, he naturally knew how profound the foundation of Yanwuyuan was. But he didn't connect this background with a professor who escaped from Chang'an City, because he always felt that the background only came from Wan Xingchen.
Yan Qing patted the dust off his body, then looked at Mu Chen.
"Lord Mu, long time no see."
Mu Chen nodded: "Mr. Yan, don't you feel that doing this is a bit of a violation of the oath you made when you were in the Academy of Martial Arts? I remember that there is a rule in the Academy of Martial Arts. I swear to be loyal to the Sui Dynasty in front of the director, no matter where the professor is from, whether he is from the Sui Dynasty or from other countries, once he enters the gate of the Yanwu Academy, he is all from the Sui Dynasty."
"That's right."
Yan Qing replied: "There is indeed such a rule. When I entered the Martial Arts Academy, Dean Zhou took me to make an oath. You know that I am not from the Sui Dynasty, but after decades, I feel that I am better than you." Most Sui people still miss Sui people more. Especially after the chaos in the world, many Sui people have forgotten that they used to be proud, but luckily I am not."
"pride?"
Mu Chen sneered and said, "You stand on the opposite side of the imperial court and claim to be a proud Sui man. Don't you feel blush? Since you escaped from Chang'an City with the princess, you have no pride at all, because you They are all sinners, sinners of Tai Sui!"
He cupped his fists and said: "I respect that you are a professor of the Academy of Martial Arts, and you have cultivated many outstanding talents. As far as I know, the generals Liu Enjing, Xu Xiaogong, and Pang Ba were all your students at the beginning."
"Oh, you rebel!"
Yan Qing pointed at Mu Chen and scolded: "Liu Enjing and Xu Xiaogong were unfavorable in battle and have been dismissed for being suspected of fornicating traitors. Pang Ba blatantly raised the flag to rebel and died in the end. How do these three people become pillars of talent in your words? I want to go back to Chang'an City and sue you at the Yamen! I want to face the saint! I want to expose your sinful face in front of all civil and military officials!"
Mu Chen's angry face changed color: "Go back if you want! Let me tell you, none of you can go back today!"
Yan Qing laughed loudly, and turned to ask in the carriage, "Is this man an idiot?"
The white-eyed young woman nodded and replied seriously: "Abnormal idiot."
The young scholar also nodded: "An idiot beyond imagination."
Mu Chen's hands trembled slightly, and it was only then that he realized that Yan Qing was just teasing him. He didn't intend to go back to Chang'an at all, but he followed his train of thought and said that you can never go back... Even he felt that he was a bit of an idiot, so his anger became even bigger.
"It's just for the benefit of the tongue!"
He said angrily: "I kindly persuade you because Nian has not earned a good reputation in the past half of your life. In the end, why did you destroy yourself?"
Yan Qing replied, "Are you in control?"
He plucked a gray beard from his chin: "I ruined myself..."
He pulled out another one: "I ruined myself again, I'm happy, can you care?"
Mu Chen never thought that a highly respected old professor of Yanwu Academy would be such a rascal.
"Stop it..."
The young scholar in the carriage sighed slightly: "I have already lost my hair, but you still pull it out yourself. It is born from the same root, love each other and don't kill each other..."
"Pooh!"
Yan Qing looked back at the carriage and said, "Anyway, you are also my student, so you can't respect me? Even if you are now the instructor of the Academy of Arts, even if Zhou Banchuan said that you are the youngest instructor in the history of the Academy of Arts, don't you Can't you be humble just because you are young? Respecting the elderly is the most basic moral principle, and you should feel ashamed."
"OK."
The young scholar nodded: "But, why do I always feel that being the youngest instructor of the Academy of Martial Arts is a very awesome thing, and there should be more of them."
Yan Qing ignored him, turned around and asked Mu Chen: "Whether you get out, or if you don't get out, you continue to fight, here you grind, you walk and don't go, you hit and don't fight, is it interesting?"
"My previous order is void!"
Mu Chen said angrily: "At first, I wanted to capture you alive to keep you alive, but now I've changed my mind, shoot and kill!"
"yes!"
Dozens of masters immediately agreed, and then rushed forward at the same time. Yan Qing's eyes froze slightly, and then he clenched his fists and stretched out his hands at the same time, and then slowly opened his palms, like two flowers slowly blooming, and then, countless hidden weapons came from unpredictable When shot from an angle, it is like raining flowers all over the sky.
This move is exactly called Raining Flowers in the Sky.
At this time, Mu Chen really realized how terrible Yan Qing is. He is also a practitioner, so he knows why Yan Qing's hidden weapons are so difficult to guard against. , Flying out with the hidden weapon, it's like putting a pair of eyes on the hidden weapon. In other words, ordinary people's hidden weapons no longer have the effect of internal energy after they are shot, but Yan Qing's hidden weapons are still under his control.
It is not easy to be able to control the inner strength so skillfully, after all, the farther the hidden weapon is shot, the more difficult it will be to control it. But what Yan Qing can control now is not just one point or two, but the rain of flowers all over the sky. Every hidden weapon is controlled by a little bit of his inner strength.
In other words, Yan Qing can multitask!
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"At the beginning there was a man..."
The young scholar lifted the curtains of the car to look at the corpses outside, and said in a desolate tone: "I have been assassinated for a long time, as long as nearly twenty years. Or it is because of such Through experience, he became tenacious and strong.”
Yang Qinyan didn't know who he was talking about, because she knew too little about the affairs outside the palace. Even though she once thought Fang Jie was a hateful person, she never thought about getting to know him. So it's a pity that she didn't understand the sentiment that the young scholar wanted to give her.
Through the curtains of the car that the scholar had opened, she looked at the big tree that had fallen from halfway, and looked at the two fallen corpses in front of the big tree. She was still in shock and fear, her face was a little frighteningly pale, but her lips were a little purple.
Not cold, but fear.
She didn't know why the young scholar drew his sword in the carriage, and the third-rank official of the imperial court, Dali Siqing Mu Chen, was cut off in the middle, not only him, but also the weeping willow half a meter behind him was also broken Suddenly, the thick tree trunks were chopped off, and then the huge canopy crashed down, covering many corpses.
In the end, most of the court masters who came up to besiege were killed by Yan Qing's rain of flowers, and half of them turned around and ran away. Someone once said that there is a whole world in the first grade of martial arts, and there are even many worlds in the same grade, and there are also strengths and weaknesses in the ninth grade. Yan Qing can kill a group of quacks who are under the eighth rank, including a Baohe who is under the ninth rank.
"Didn't I tell you to make another move next time?"
After driving the carriage again, Yan Qing turned around and said to the young scholar with some dissatisfaction: "Especially when you show a sword aura so early, it is to tell the pursuers that there is a guy who can use swords in the carriage." superior?"
"Um."
The young scholar nodded: "Since the enemy coming next time will be stronger, let's be stronger..."
"Why?"
Yan Qing asked.
"Because... I'm not convinced."
The white-eyed young woman said with a smile.
The young scholar twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and the stubborn boy who had fallen in front of him many times but stood up again and again appeared in his mind involuntarily. At that time, that boy was just a good-for-nothing who didn't know how to practice or even couldn't practice, but under his fingering, he showed a strong desire to win time and time again. Yes, not just the desire to survive, but also the desire to win. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he punched him flying.
It is true that he deliberately concealed his strength.
But this past, he has never forgotten.
Later, that boy took two completely different paths from him, and he stayed in the Academy of Martial Arts to continue his cultivation. Although the Academy of Martial Arts is no longer the Academy of Martial Arts it used to be, it does not prevent him from walking to a higher place step by step. And the boy put on his military robe again and returned to the battlefield. But in the past few years, he has been inquiring about the boy. Because he truly regarded that young man as his opponent, as well as... a friend.
That young man is now able to hold a stalemate with Luo Yao, even though it is the seriously injured Luo Yao.
It's surprising how fast it's progressed.
"At first I walked in front and he ran behind, but he was still far away from me, because he ran too slowly. Later, when I realized that he was running at the same speed as I was walking, I still felt He couldn't catch up with me. Later, his running speed was faster than my walking speed, and I began to feel a little uneasy, so I also started to run."
The young scholar smiled: "Now, I may not run as fast as him, but if I don't run, I will only be left behind even further."
Yan Qing was startled for a moment, and then said with emotion: "So you just showed a sword intent on purpose just now, just to make the pursuers pay attention, and then the enemy will send more powerful people to pursue. You want to fight with the stronger ones?" People fight... ”
"Never afraid that the enemy is too strong."
The young scholar smiled and said: "The stronger the enemy, the more it can make people progress and grow. Looking back, those enemies who were once powerful turned out to be just their own fears. If you overcome a fear once, you will have the confidence to overcome it." The second time, the third time, and then it will become a habit... I heard that he said a word when he went south, using blood to raise the soldiers' murderous aura. Then I will use constant challenges to raise a sword."
Yan Qing suddenly remembered that this guy, when he just took the entrance examination for the Martial Arts Academy, dared to take the initiative to launch an offensive against the teacher, he didn't even move his sword, he just used fingering. It seems that this young man has never lacked an unruly fighting spirit in his heart, just like a praying mantis that has killed a squirrel, and the next eye will start to aim at the eagle in the sky.
"The time of youth."
Yan Qing expressed his heartfelt emotion.
The white-eyed young woman in the carriage suddenly smiled a little shyly: "That's right... I was also a young man when I was young."
Yan Qing was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes vigorously.
But no matter how you turn it over, it's not as clear and pure as that young woman's eyes.
He remembered a poem that Fang Jie had read when he was in the Martial Arts Academy, and he took out a few sentences and reassembled it: "The old man is talking about being a teenager, and his temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter? He can draw a bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot Sirius!"