Maybe no one would believe this if I told it, thinking that the person who told it was a lunatic. Because only a madman could make up such a bizarre story.
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
He quietly raised his thumb towards An Zheng and said, "That makes sense."
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
"ah… "
But this is not a story, it is a real thing that so many people witnessed.
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
"What happened?"
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
"What's going on here?"
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.
Chang Huan swallowed with some difficulty, then turned to look at Wang Kaitai and others. At this time, everyone including Yan Xu, the new dean of the martial arts academy, and others came over.
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
However, precisely because the Queen Mother couldn't wait to accept Yan Zhu, whom she trusted, as the new dean, rumors that Sang Haijing's death was caused by the Queen Mother were gradually spreading.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
Chang Huan opened his mouth, but held back the rest of his words. Wang Kaitai sat next to him and squirted out the water he had just drank.
"What do you mean?"
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
An Zheng explained: "Everyone has something they are resistant to, such as rats, snakes, and... horses."
"snort!"
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
The candidates in the distance chose their horses and then began to gallop and shoot, all of them high-spirited. After they learned that An Zheng couldn't ride a horse, they felt a sense of pride that they were finally as good as An Zheng, so everyone showed extra effort.
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
Yan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you are born to show off, you will never become a great person."
The candidates in the distance chose their horses and then began to gallop and shoot, all of them high-spirited. After they learned that An Zheng couldn't ride a horse, they felt a sense of pride that they were finally as good as An Zheng, so everyone showed extra effort.
The few of them turned things around in a mess on the carriage. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were also left aside.
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.
"ah… "
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
An Zheng said: "It means others have an extra horse to ride on."
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
"ah… "
Wang Kaitai waved his hand towards An Zheng, indicating that he should ignore his words, and then raised his thumb: "Awesome!"
An Zheng asked.
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
Chang Huan was promoted to vice-president after Yan Xi became the dean, and all general affairs in the martial arts academy were handed over to him. Hearing that An Zheng was beating someone behind the martial arts academy, he suppressed his anger and rushed there with a team of inspectors. Also coming with them were Wang Kaitai, Xu Luan and others.
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
"What happened?"
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
Even Chang Huan, Yan Zhu's direct disciple, had to write an excellent mark on An Zheng's assessment form, while other examiners directly ranked An Zheng first.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
Chang Huan saw An Zheng didn't move and wondered why this man was so independent.
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
Several inspectors and lieutenants pounced on them like wolves and tigers, grabbed those people and took them back to the martial arts academy. The people around him were already talking about it, and soon even the officials from Fang Gu Mansion arrived. Seeing that it was a military matter, the government officials didn't come forward. They asked a few questions and then left.
"ah… "
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
Chang Huan was holding back everything he wanted to say. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand: "Back off!"
An Zheng said: "It means others have an extra horse to ride on."
Chang Huan said coldly: "It's meaningless to talk too much. You can't ride a horse, so the riding and shooting test is forgettable. You deserve a bad grade."
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
Except for An Zheng, the other nine candidates all went to the stables at the back to pick horses. Horse picking was also a type of assessment. Among the war horses, there were a mix of mules and horses, and the quality of the war horses was also different.
Yan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you are born to show off, you will never become a great person."
"What are you doing!"
"What do you mean?"
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
Chang Huan shouted, knowing that he could not lose face at this time: "The dean will let you know the rules of the martial arts academy!"
"Take all these embarrassing things back to me!"
Chang Huan saw An Zheng didn't move and wondered why this man was so independent.
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
Chang Huan opened his mouth, but held back the rest of his words. Wang Kaitai sat next to him and squirted out the water he had just drank.
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
An Zheng had no objection and said nothing.
"Why don't you go?"
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't teach them a lesson, I just...challenged them and defeated several of them by myself."
An Zheng replied: "I remember a few poems praising our war horses. The jade saddles are covered with gold, and the bones are majestic and the hair is strange. I know very well what kind of feelings the horses have for the soldiers of Dayan, so for the horses I always have a very special love. I am not willing to ride a horse unless necessary. Horses are not born to be ridden. Horses are also a symbol of freedom. During war, cavalry can bring victory. Doubtful. But it’s just a test now and I don’t think it’s necessary to put the weight on the horse.”
An Zheng said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I like to be nosy."
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
An Zheng answered seriously: "I... can't ride a horse."
An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
Chang Huan: "As a cultivator, how many trash can you challenge?"
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
He quietly raised his thumb towards An Zheng and said, "That makes sense."
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
But this is not a story, it is a real thing that so many people witnessed.
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
Chang Huan was holding back everything he wanted to say. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand: "Back off!"
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
Even Chang Huan, Yan Zhu's direct disciple, had to write an excellent mark on An Zheng's assessment form, while other examiners directly ranked An Zheng first.
An Zheng explained: "Everyone has something they are resistant to, such as rats, snakes, and... horses."
An Zheng was a little idle, squatting aside and watching the candidates compete.
Chang Huan saw An Zheng didn't move and wondered why this man was so independent.
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
An Zheng answered seriously: "I... can't ride a horse."
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
The few of them turned things around in a mess on the carriage. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were also left aside.
The tears in Sang Rou's eyes finally couldn't help but fall, sliding down her cheeks quietly. She was originally an outgoing and cheerful girl, but now she was so sad and weak: "They... they asked me to clean out all my grandfather's things immediately, because that room no longer belonged to him, but to the new dean. Yanzhu. When I went there, all my grandfather's belongings had been thrown away in the yard. I found these and the others were taken away. "
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
Chang Huan swallowed with some difficulty, then turned to look at Wang Kaitai and others. At this time, everyone including Yan Xu, the new dean of the martial arts academy, and others came over.
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
Chang Huan swallowed with some difficulty, then turned to look at Wang Kaitai and others. At this time, everyone including Yan Xu, the new dean of the martial arts academy, and others came over.
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
Chang Huan said coldly: "It's meaningless to talk too much. You can't ride a horse, so the riding and shooting test is forgettable. You deserve a bad grade."
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
"These are all useless things. We'll just take them outside the city and throw them away. If I had known there was nothing valuable, why bother to stop that little girl."
An Zheng had no objection and said nothing.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
However, precisely because the Queen Mother couldn't wait to accept Yan Zhu, whom she trusted, as the new dean, rumors that Sang Haijing's death was caused by the Queen Mother were gradually spreading.
Chang Huan finally caught An Zheng's weakness and wrote a big "bad" word in the assessment book. Then he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You may become a soldier of Dayan in the future. You know what it means if you don't know how to ride a horse." ?"
An Zheng was a little idle, squatting aside and watching the candidates compete.
"What are you doing!"
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
"What's going on here?"
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"
"What are you doing!"
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
An Zheng said: "It means others have an extra horse to ride on."
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
An Zheng replied: "What's wrong? I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me. Is there a problem?"
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
This place is not far from the Wuyuan, so people from the Wuyuan quickly arrived.
Chang Huan was promoted to vice-president after Yan Xi became the dean, and all general affairs in the martial arts academy were handed over to him. Hearing that An Zheng was beating someone behind the martial arts academy, he suppressed his anger and rushed there with a team of inspectors. Also coming with them were Wang Kaitai, Xu Luan and others.
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
Chang Huan opened his mouth, but held back the rest of his words. Wang Kaitai sat next to him and squirted out the water he had just drank.
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
Maybe no one would believe this if I told it, thinking that the person who told it was a lunatic. Because only a madman could make up such a bizarre story.
"snort!"
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
He quietly raised his thumb towards An Zheng and said, "That makes sense."
"What do you mean?"
An Zheng beat several people to a pulp, and more and more people were watching around him.
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
Except for An Zheng, the other nine candidates all went to the stables at the back to pick horses. Horse picking was also a type of assessment. Among the war horses, there were a mix of mules and horses, and the quality of the war horses was also different.
An Zheng put down the branch in his hand and took a breath: "It's nothing, just save some face for the Wuyuan."
An Zheng looked down and found that in the box she was holding in her arms were an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea can. In addition, there is something like a notebook.
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
An Zheng's expression changed and he stood up and chased after him.
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
Chang Huan was holding back everything he wanted to say. He really didn't know what to say, so he could only wave his hand: "Back off!"
"What's going on here?"
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
An Zheng replied: "What's wrong? I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me. Is there a problem?"
An Zheng clasped his fists: "Yes."
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
But this is not a story, it is a real thing that so many people witnessed.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
Maybe no one would believe this if I told it, thinking that the person who told it was a lunatic. Because only a madman could make up such a bizarre story.
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
He left the examination room and walked back, imitating Gu Qianye, with his hands behind his back, he looked really arrogant.
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
"Why don't you go?"
"These are all useless things. We'll just take them outside the city and throw them away. If I had known there was nothing valuable, why bother to stop that little girl."
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
The candidates in the distance chose their horses and then began to gallop and shoot, all of them high-spirited. After they learned that An Zheng couldn't ride a horse, they felt a sense of pride that they were finally as good as An Zheng, so everyone showed extra effort.
Chang Huan said coldly: "It's meaningless to talk too much. You can't ride a horse, so the riding and shooting test is forgettable. You deserve a bad grade."
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
However, precisely because the Queen Mother couldn't wait to accept Yan Zhu, whom she trusted, as the new dean, rumors that Sang Haijing's death was caused by the Queen Mother were gradually spreading.
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
An Zheng was a little idle, squatting aside and watching the candidates compete.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
"Why don't you go?"
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
An Zheng's expression changed and he stood up and chased after him.
An Zheng put down the branch in his hand and took a breath: "It's nothing, just save some face for the Wuyuan."
"What happened?"
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
That was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain white Sang Rou.
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
He stretched out his hand and pulled the boy off the carriage. The boy's body fell to the ground with a thud. An Zheng stepped on it, and all the bones of the boy's limbs were broken.
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
He quietly raised his thumb towards An Zheng and said, "That makes sense."
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
That was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain white Sang Rou.
Seeing An Zheng coming, Sang Rou speeded up her pace and wanted to leave, but was stopped by An Zheng.
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
Chang Huan: "As a cultivator, how many trash can you challenge?"
Seeing An Zheng coming, Sang Rou speeded up her pace and wanted to leave, but was stopped by An Zheng.
Maybe no one would believe this if I told it, thinking that the person who told it was a lunatic. Because only a madman could make up such a bizarre story.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
"What are you doing!"
An Zheng said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I like to be nosy."
"What happened?"
"What are you doing!"
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
Yan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you are born to show off, you will never become a great person."
"What do you mean?"
An Zheng asked.
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
Chang Huan shouted, knowing that he could not lose face at this time: "The dean will let you know the rules of the martial arts academy!"
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't teach them a lesson, I just...challenged them and defeated several of them by myself."
"Take all these embarrassing things back to me!"
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
An Zheng replied: "I remember a few poems praising our war horses. The jade saddles are covered with gold, and the bones are majestic and the hair is strange. I know very well what kind of feelings the horses have for the soldiers of Dayan, so for the horses I always have a very special love. I am not willing to ride a horse unless necessary. Horses are not born to be ridden. Horses are also a symbol of freedom. During war, cavalry can bring victory. Doubtful. But it’s just a test now and I don’t think it’s necessary to put the weight on the horse.”
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
Yan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you are born to show off, you will never become a great person."
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
An Zheng looked down and found that in the box she was holding in her arms were an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea can. In addition, there is something like a notebook.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
"What's going on here?"
Maybe no one would believe this if I told it, thinking that the person who told it was a lunatic. Because only a madman could make up such a bizarre story.
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
An Zheng asked again.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
However, precisely because the Queen Mother couldn't wait to accept Yan Zhu, whom she trusted, as the new dean, rumors that Sang Haijing's death was caused by the Queen Mother were gradually spreading.
The few of them turned things around in a mess on the carriage. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were also left aside.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
The few of them turned things around in a mess on the carriage. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were also left aside.
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
The tears in Sang Rou's eyes finally couldn't help but fall, sliding down her cheeks quietly. She was originally an outgoing and cheerful girl, but now she was so sad and weak: "They... they asked me to clean out all my grandfather's things immediately, because that room no longer belonged to him, but to the new dean. Yanzhu. When I went there, all my grandfather's belongings had been thrown away in the yard. I found these and the others were taken away. "
After Sang Haijing died, Yan Zhu was directly appointed as the new director of the martial arts academy. It is said that the Queen Mother Su Qingnuan gave the order right after Sang Haijing died, so that there was no reaction from King Yan Mu Changyan and the Ministry of War. . Therefore, Song Haijing's death may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.
The tears in Sang Rou's eyes finally couldn't help but fall, sliding down her cheeks quietly. She was originally an outgoing and cheerful girl, but now she was so sad and weak: "They... they asked me to clean out all my grandfather's things immediately, because that room no longer belonged to him, but to the new dean. Yanzhu. When I went there, all my grandfather's belongings had been thrown away in the yard. I found these and the others were taken away. "
He stretched out his hand and pulled the boy off the carriage. The boy's body fell to the ground with a thud. An Zheng stepped on it, and all the bones of the boy's limbs were broken.
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Chang Huan finally caught An Zheng's weakness and wrote a big "bad" word in the assessment book. Then he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You may become a soldier of Dayan in the future. You know what it means if you don't know how to ride a horse." ?"
An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"
"Why don't you go?"
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
"What happened?"
An Zheng looked down and found that in the box she was holding in her arms were an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea can. In addition, there is something like a notebook.
"What's going on here?"
An Zheng hummed and took Sangrou's hand: "Follow me."
"ah… "
Even Chang Huan, Yan Zhu's direct disciple, had to write an excellent mark on An Zheng's assessment form, while other examiners directly ranked An Zheng first.
The candidates in the distance chose their horses and then began to gallop and shoot, all of them high-spirited. After they learned that An Zheng couldn't ride a horse, they felt a sense of pride that they were finally as good as An Zheng, so everyone showed extra effort.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
An Zheng clasped his fists: "Yes."
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
An Zheng answered seriously: "I... can't ride a horse."
An Zheng looked down and found that in the box she was holding in her arms were an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea can. In addition, there is something like a notebook.
When we arrived at a small alley behind the Wuyuan, we saw several servants from the Wuyuan tumbling about on their carriages, and a few of them were still muttering there.
Chang Huan opened his mouth, but held back the rest of his words. Wang Kaitai sat next to him and squirted out the water he had just drank.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
An Zheng was a little idle, squatting aside and watching the candidates compete.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't teach them a lesson, I just...challenged them and defeated several of them by myself."
The candidates in the distance chose their horses and then began to gallop and shoot, all of them high-spirited. After they learned that An Zheng couldn't ride a horse, they felt a sense of pride that they were finally as good as An Zheng, so everyone showed extra effort.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
Chang Huan swallowed with some difficulty, then turned to look at Wang Kaitai and others. At this time, everyone including Yan Xu, the new dean of the martial arts academy, and others came over.
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
"These are all useless things. We'll just take them outside the city and throw them away. If I had known there was nothing valuable, why bother to stop that little girl."
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
An Zheng explained: "Everyone has something they are resistant to, such as rats, snakes, and... horses."
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
The few of them turned things around in a mess on the carriage. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were also left aside.
Chang Huan looked at An Zheng and said coldly: "They broke the rules of the martial arts academy and ruined the reputation of the martial arts academy. They will be dealt with by the martial arts academy. You are not a student of the martial arts academy yet. Even if you are, you are not qualified to teach them a lesson." "
An Zheng clasped his fists: "Yes."
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
"What's going on here?"
A handyman dug out a wooden box. He opened it and looked at it. He found that there seemed to be something valuable inside, about the size of a palm. Although it was covered with a layer of dust, there was still a faint brilliance emanating from it. He didn't dare to let others see it, so he deliberately threw the box away, and then prepared to put it away later without anyone noticing. Just as he was about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
When we arrived at a small alley behind the Wuyuan, we saw several servants from the Wuyuan tumbling about on their carriages, and a few of them were still muttering there.
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
Except for An Zheng, the other nine candidates all went to the stables at the back to pick horses. Horse picking was also a type of assessment. Among the war horses, there were a mix of mules and horses, and the quality of the war horses was also different.
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
"What happened?"
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
"ah… "
Except for An Zheng, the other nine candidates all went to the stables at the back to pick horses. Horse picking was also a type of assessment. Among the war horses, there were a mix of mules and horses, and the quality of the war horses was also different.
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
An Zheng answered seriously: "I... can't ride a horse."
When we arrived at a small alley behind the Wuyuan, we saw several servants from the Wuyuan tumbling about on their carriages, and a few of them were still muttering there.
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
An Zheng put down the branch in his hand and took a breath: "It's nothing, just save some face for the Wuyuan."
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
An Zheng asked again.
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
"What's going on here?"
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
When we arrived at a small alley behind the Wuyuan, we saw several servants from the Wuyuan tumbling about on their carriages, and a few of them were still muttering there.
"What happened?"
Several inspectors and lieutenants pounced on them like wolves and tigers, grabbed those people and took them back to the martial arts academy. The people around him were already talking about it, and soon even the officials from Fang Gu Mansion arrived. Seeing that it was a military matter, the government officials didn't come forward. They asked a few questions and then left.
An Zheng's expression changed and he stood up and chased after him.
Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
Chang Huan opened his mouth, but held back the rest of his words. Wang Kaitai sat next to him and squirted out the water he had just drank.
Chang Huan finally caught An Zheng's weakness and wrote a big "bad" word in the assessment book. Then he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You may become a soldier of Dayan in the future. You know what it means if you don't know how to ride a horse." ?"
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
Chang Huan said coldly: "It's meaningless to talk too much. You can't ride a horse, so the riding and shooting test is forgettable. You deserve a bad grade."
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
"What's going on here?"
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
After knocking down a horse with one hand, An Zheng's eyes became even more angry: "If I'm not wrong, no matter how excessive your words are, you won't waste the relics of a deceased person. He must have asked you to put these things away Sent to President Sang's residence, but you think that President Sang is dead and his son is just a scholar, useless and has no fame, but a private school teacher, so you have no scruples about it. I pulled it out privately, intending to keep the valuable ones for myself and throw away the rest, right?”
Even Chang Huan, Yan Zhu's direct disciple, had to write an excellent mark on An Zheng's assessment form, while other examiners directly ranked An Zheng first.
An Zheng said: "It means others have an extra horse to ride on."
An Zheng replied: "What's wrong? I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me. Is there a problem?"
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
An Zheng asked again.
That was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain white Sang Rou.
When we arrived at a small alley behind the Wuyuan, we saw several servants from the Wuyuan tumbling about on their carriages, and a few of them were still muttering there.
Seeing An Zheng coming, Sang Rou speeded up her pace and wanted to leave, but was stopped by An Zheng.
Chang Huan said coldly: "It's meaningless to talk too much. You can't ride a horse, so the riding and shooting test is forgettable. You deserve a bad grade."
"Yes, does it have anything to do with you?"
An Zheng said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I like to be nosy."
Sang Rou smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."
"What are you doing!"
"The following is horseback shooting, don't stand around, get ready and choose your horse!"
He stretched out his hand and pulled the boy off the carriage. The boy's body fell to the ground with a thud. An Zheng stepped on it, and all the bones of the boy's limbs were broken.
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
But this is not a story, it is a real thing that so many people witnessed.
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
"Trashing the deceased's things has no bottom line as a human being. You are no longer a human being."
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
That was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain white Sang Rou.
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
This place is not far from the Wuyuan, so people from the Wuyuan quickly arrived.
Chang Huan looked at An Zheng and said coldly: "They broke the rules of the martial arts academy and ruined the reputation of the martial arts academy. They will be dealt with by the martial arts academy. You are not a student of the martial arts academy yet. Even if you are, you are not qualified to teach them a lesson." "
An Zheng's expression changed and he stood up and chased after him.
"What do you mean?"
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
An Zheng beat several people to a pulp, and more and more people were watching around him.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
"ah… "
Just when Chang Huan was about to rebuke, An Zheng continued: "If I were faster and more agile than a horse, then I wouldn't need a war horse. And on the battlefield, I would give up my war horse to soldiers who are not as strong as me." Riding, this is to maximize the value of the war horses. Sir, although Dayan does not lack war horses, it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If the war horses are given to people who do not need them. , isn’t it a waste?”
Chang Huan: "As a cultivator, how many trash can you challenge?"
"Why don't you go?"
An Zheng put down the branch in his hand and took a breath: "It's nothing, just save some face for the Wuyuan."
This place is not far from the Wuyuan, so people from the Wuyuan quickly arrived.
Seeing An Zheng coming, Sang Rou speeded up her pace and wanted to leave, but was stopped by An Zheng.
"No, how can you be the dean of a martial arts academy? You don't have anything valuable."
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
"What do you mean?"
"What are you doing!"
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
Chang Huan was promoted to vice-president after Yan Xi became the dean, and all general affairs in the martial arts academy were handed over to him. Hearing that An Zheng was beating someone behind the martial arts academy, he suppressed his anger and rushed there with a team of inspectors. Also coming with them were Wang Kaitai, Xu Luan and others.
Chang Huan shouted, turned around and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face gloomy.
An Zheng explained seriously: "I'm not afraid, but... conflict, distress, and respect."
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
"What are you doing!"
An Zheng asked again.
Sang Rou shook her head: "I don't know. Once it's loaded into the car, I don't know where it will be transported to."
The tears in Sang Rou's eyes finally couldn't help but fall, sliding down her cheeks quietly. She was originally an outgoing and cheerful girl, but now she was so sad and weak: "They... they asked me to clean out all my grandfather's things immediately, because that room no longer belonged to him, but to the new dean. Yanzhu. When I went there, all my grandfather's belongings had been thrown away in the yard. I found these and the others were taken away. "
An Zheng asked again.
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
Except for An Zheng, the other nine candidates all went to the stables at the back to pick horses. Horse picking was also a type of assessment. Among the war horses, there were a mix of mules and horses, and the quality of the war horses was also different.
Chang Huan walked up to An Zheng and stopped him, shouting loudly.
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
An Zheng had no objection and said nothing.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
"What's going on here?"
An Zheng looked down and found that in the box she was holding in her arms were an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea can. In addition, there is something like a notebook.
An Zheng put down the branch in his hand and took a breath: "It's nothing, just save some face for the Wuyuan."
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
"These are all useless things. We'll just take them outside the city and throw them away. If I had known there was nothing valuable, why bother to stop that little girl."
"What do you mean?"
Yan Zhu snorted coldly: "If you are born to show off, you will never become a great person."
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
An Zheng explained: "Everyone has something they are resistant to, such as rats, snakes, and... horses."
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
"The Vice-President can ask these handymen. I wonder if the Vice-President knows them."
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Did you get these things to be delivered to Dean Sang's house?"
An Zheng had no objection and said nothing.
But this is not a story, it is a real thing that so many people witnessed.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
Chang Huan took a look and saw that although those people were beaten beyond recognition, he could still recognize them as Yan Zhu's servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around, and then at Sang Rou. He actually understood, and his face turned livid for a moment.
Chang Huan saw An Zheng didn't move and wondered why this man was so independent.
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
"Take all these embarrassing things back to me!"
However, precisely because the Queen Mother couldn't wait to accept Yan Zhu, whom she trusted, as the new dean, rumors that Sang Haijing's death was caused by the Queen Mother were gradually spreading.
Everyone was stunned. General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... You have been in the border army, how could you not know how to ride a horse?"
"Why don't you go?"
Chang Huan shouted, knowing that he could not lose face at this time: "The dean will let you know the rules of the martial arts academy!"
An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"
An Zheng's expression changed and he stood up and chased after him.
An Zheng beat several people to a pulp, and more and more people were watching around him.
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
"It's just, what a fucking waste of time."
An Zheng clasped his fists: "Yes."
Several inspectors and lieutenants pounced on them like wolves and tigers, grabbed those people and took them back to the martial arts academy. The people around him were already talking about it, and soon even the officials from Fang Gu Mansion arrived. Seeing that it was a military matter, the government officials didn't come forward. They asked a few questions and then left.
An Zheng said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I like to be nosy."
"These are all useless things. We'll just take them outside the city and throw them away. If I had known there was nothing valuable, why bother to stop that little girl."
He asked back, and then said to his companion: "Let's go, let's get out of here."
This place is not far from the Wuyuan, so people from the Wuyuan quickly arrived.
An Zheng said: "It means others have an extra horse to ride on."
Chang Huan looked at An Zheng and said coldly: "They broke the rules of the martial arts academy and ruined the reputation of the martial arts academy. They will be dealt with by the martial arts academy. You are not a student of the martial arts academy yet. Even if you are, you are not qualified to teach them a lesson." "
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
A handyman urged the carriage to move forward. An Zheng stepped over and grabbed the reins. With one arm, he pressed down. The horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lay on the ground. The carriage suddenly Stop there.
An Zheng beat several people to a pulp, and more and more people were watching around him.
Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
A handyman's face changed: "You... do you care? These things have nothing to do with you."
The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored to be a fool who was fearless. He even dared to beat up the officials of the martial arts academy, so of course he would not have any scruples about them.
Wang Kaitai laughed so hard: "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're afraid of horses."
An Zheng replied: "What's wrong? I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me. Is there a problem?"
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't teach them a lesson, I just...challenged them and defeated several of them by myself."
Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
Chang Huan: "As a cultivator, how many trash can you challenge?"
There were more than 700 people in the entire martial arts academy, but An Zheng's five arrows overshadowed them all.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng replied: "What's wrong? I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me. Is there a problem?"
An Zheng hummed and took Sangrou's hand: "Follow me."
"This old guy is so poor, damn he doesn't even have a decent thing."
Chang Huan turned around and said, "Take him back to me too!"
Sang Rou was dragged away by An Zheng, who was a little at a loss. An Zheng kept asking around and found out that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts academy, so he chased after it with Sang Rou.
Even if Yan Zhu dislikes An Zheng, he can't change this fact.
"What happened?"
Chang Huan: "As a cultivator, how many trash can you challenge?"
An Zheng asked.
Wang Kaitai took a step forward and said, "Vice President, there is something wrong with the handling of this matter. An Zheng is not a member of the Martial Arts Academy, but An Zheng has the position of a border army. This matter falls under the control of the Ministry of War."
That was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain white Sang Rou.
An Zheng carried the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, climbed over the wall and went up to Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows from the back window of the third floor. No one could change the result that all five arrows hit the red heart, although the first arrow was slightly missed. Some of them are not in the middle of the red heart, but they are still on the red heart after all. This incident may be written into the history of the Yan State Martial Academy, and even the history of the military.
He waved his hand and said, "I took him away. If you have anything to do, please ask Dean to come to the Ministry of War to discuss it."
The handyman was about to scold him when he turned around and saw An Zheng's cold eyes.
The handyman was startled, then stepped back: "You... what are you doing here?"
He left the examination room and walked back, imitating Gu Qianye, with his hands behind his back, he looked really arrogant.
An Zheng was a little idle, squatting aside and watching the candidates compete.
An Zheng had no objection and said nothing.
He left an eight-word comment, then turned and left.
An Zheng crippled a handyman, and without waiting for the others to react, he went directly to grab them one by one, and beat them violently. He tied these people to a big tree with a rope, broke off a branch from the tree and rounded it. Once one breaks, replace it with a new one and continue smoking. A few people were beaten so hard that they could still curse at first, then they begged for mercy, then they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then they just moaned.
An Zheng explained: "Everyone has something they are resistant to, such as rats, snakes, and... horses."