On the college playground, seven entrance exams have been conducted.
First seven games.
In the first round, Teacher Fei Xinfei tested the students' state of mind. Ling and Zhang entered the bottle of creation to experience a new life. They both performed extremely well, so they both received a high score of ninety-seven.
In the second game, Teacher Jin Dianfeng summoned the Dharma and punched the two reference students each. Ling Zhen fell back a few meters more than Zhang Shu, so the former scored 86 points and the latter scored 89 points.
The invigilator of the third round, Cang, had obtained Principal Zhuge's instructions in advance, eliminating the indispensable duel between the two freshmen, and directly announced the scores, Ling Zhen was eighty, and Zhang Shu was seventy-seven.
At this point, the two scores were tied.
In the fourth session, the teacher Dong Gongqiu was responsible for testing the students' long-range swordsmanship. Zhang Zhu was not good at long-range swordsmanship and barely passed with 61 points. Ling Zhen exceeded the score by 13 points with 74 points.
In the fifth game, Mister Ruichi set up the Yin-Yang Fish Formation and asked two students to try to break the formation. Zhang Shu regained his freedom one step earlier than Ling Zhen, scoring 85 points and Ling Zhen 80. Three, the latter still has an advantage of 11 points.
In the sixth game, Teacher Shui of Water Torture came to assess the two freshmen’s level of refining energy and protecting objects. Ling Zhen’s performance was excellent, with a score of 91 points, while Zhang Shu only scored 75 points.
In the seventh game, Teacher Shen Bai Yushen wanted to test the two Rao's ability to work together. As a result, Zhang Shu couldn't find a partner of the same sex. Ling Zhen didn't want to win without fighting and voluntarily abstained. Therefore, both of them failed and received zero points. .
After the first seven games, Ling Zhen was ahead by a full 27 points. Zhang Wei was far behind and might not be able to make a comeback!
There is one last test left.
The examiner is Cao Ping, who is known as "the best scholar on Shang Island".
As the best scholar in the Qinxue Academy of the Dapu Dynasty in the past, today's Teacher Cao is wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, has a gentle and elegant attitude, and seems to have a good temper.
Of course, other students in the college except Zhang Shu and Ling Zhen knew very well that Cao Ping's posture was not real.
The real Cao Ping was not a "reading madman" rather than a scholar.
He's the kind of guy who won't talk nice when there's a quarrel. When the quarrel breaks out, he'll just pick up a book and throw it at your head.
Therefore, this Confucian scholar surnamed Cao, in addition to being called the "book-tampering person" in the academy, was also jokingly called the "book-beating person" in Tongdao Shang Academy, that is, using books to beat people.
Being approachable is just an illusion.
The real Cao Ping is actually the worst-tempered person in the entire college, from the principal down!
This old man in blue shirt, who at least seemed to be quite talkative today, began the eighth test.
As the director of cultural courses in the college, Cao Ping values the knowledge reserve of all students the most.
This former Confucian student, after Qinxue Academy was destroyed by fire, began to study the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought. Although his foundation is still Confucianism, it is not too much to say that he is a "miscellaneous scholar".
In terms of knowledge, except for the great emperor of the human race who has lived for thousands of years, he, Cao Ping, is not convinced by anyone!
Cao Ping, who claims to be the master of Confucian culture, first asked Ling and Zhang some of the most basic Confucian knowledge.
For example, who wrote "The Analects of Confucius" and what is its content?
What are the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Arts?
What are the four levels of the imperial examination?
In addition to various common-sense Confucian knowledge, Cao Ping also specifically asked the two freshmen about the collection of books they had read in the past, what they contained, how they could be used in practice, etc.
Ling Zhen and Zhang Shu each wrote a passage on the spot to express how the knowledge in the book had changed their lives, both of which were touching.
As for authenticity, it does not stand up to scrutiny.
These "words" will directly lead to Errao's final results.
Next, there are questions and answers on knowledge other than Confucianism.
It’s still a problem per person.
Regardless of whether the answer is answered or not, after a certain time has elapsed, the question will be replaced with the next one immediately.
The speed is very fast, which not only tests one's knowledge reserve, but also tests one's reaction ability against the other two. Those with dull thinking will definitely lose.
Cao Ping asked questions one after another at a slow pace.
"Except for the demons, which one of the six major races is the only one that lays eggs?"
Ling Zhen replied: The Great Dragon Clan of Shenlong Continent.
"What are the male and female members of the Baihua tribe in Wanhuizhou called respectively?"
Zhang Shu replied: Male Baihua people are called elves, and females are called fairies.
"The six sword arrays jointly sealed the hundreds of millions of demons in the Scorched Earth Continent. So, what is the central lair of the demons called?"
Ling Zhen replied: The first building in Scorched Earth Continent, where the ancient demon emperor was suppressed, is called Black Tower.
"Among all races, the ability to open sword apertures is second only to the demon race. Which one is it?"
Zhang Shu replied: I come from Shuanghan Continent, so of course I know this, that is my race, the Bingyou tribe.
"Which three races are there that have wings since they were born?"
Ling Zhen replied: The Baihua Clan, the Envoy Clan, and the true form of the Great Dragon Clan after breaking out of their shells.
"Among the six great emperors, which one has the largest weapons?"
Zhang Shu replied: Terrence, the Great Emperor of the Chaos Continent, possesses the largest sword in the world.
Such a question and answer.
Teacher Cao Pingcao asked Ling and Zhang no less than twenty questions each, and the accuracy of their answers was roughly the same.
Several of Ling Zhen's roommates in the stands couldn't help but want to start celebrating, cheering for Young Master Ling who was about to win the final test.
Since the last test has reached the charity stage and Zhang Shu still can't recover any points, then the defeat is certain and he will definitely lose.
The final stage of the cultural test.
This is the so-called "written examination stage".
Teacher Cao, who was wearing a light blue scholar's shirt, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the ring, and gave it the energy to float in the air.
The inkstone, paper and pen were already in front of the two young men, Qingpao and Xuanpao.
Just stopped like that.
Cao Ping looked at the two newly admitted freshmen and said with a smile: "The content of the written test is very simple. Any five characters or seven rhymes can be used. I am required to write down a poem on paper after I walk around the playground. The content of the sentence is suitable for today’s entrance exam and cannot go off topic. Okay, let’s get started.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in blue shirt began to take steps.
It was just normal walking at first.
But gradually the pace is speeding up, one step faster than the other.
Not long after, he was already walking as fast as flying!
Yang Haojie, the young man in yellow who was holding Qi Ruyi in his arms, frowned displeasedly and said, "Isn't it just a 'walk'? What the hell kind of walk is this?"
Cao Ping's "walking" efficiency continues to improve.
Three steps followed by two steps.
It is already faster than the running speed of ordinary monks.
That "circle" will soon be finished by Teacher Cao.
But Ling Zhen never put pen to paper.
Not pretending to be profound.
It’s so damn hard to write!
In such a short period of time, it is not easy to write down a poem that I have memorized in the past on paper, let alone write a poem on the spot according to the current assessment situation?
I am not the top pick on the gold list!
Where can there be such literary talent and creative level? !
Ji Xingchen, who was sitting in the audience, asked a little worriedly: "Huh? Why doesn't Mr. Ling stop writing?"
Gao Fei said solemnly: "I guess I just can't write it. How can it be so easy to write poetry..."
Ji Xingchen frowned and pointed to the lawn below, "But the guy surnamed Zhang is writing, and he's writing very quickly. It seems like he's almost done talking."
Gao Fei sneered, "It must be random writing. In such a short time, what good things can a ghost write? If it were me, I could also write, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, five lines Fire, water, earth, wood, and metal, or wood, earth, water, fire, and metal!”
After listening to Gao Fei's words, Pan Jian found it quite amusing, so he smiled and said, "A Fei, you are really cool. I think your poems may be better than those written by Zhang Zhu."
Gao Fei said very confidently: "No, that guy named Zhang has nothing but skin. Even if I kill him, I don't believe he can write any good poems!"
Ji Xingchen was still a little worried, "But even if Zhang Shu made up a random song, he might still be responsible. Ling Zhen didn't write a word..."
Pan Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled, and comforted him with kind words: "It's okay, don't worry. This last test is divided into two parts: question and answer and written test. Our Young Master Ling got a lot of points in the first half. Passing is definitely No problem. In addition, the score in the previous few games is far ahead, which is 27 points. He, Zhang Zhu, is not a god. How can he make a comeback with just one poem? It is impossible even if you think about it."
Gao Fei also nodded and said: "That's right, the guy named Zhang wrote a bunch of crappy stuff. Maybe Teacher Cao will find it disgusting after reading it, and maybe even deduct some extra points from him!"
Ji Xingchen was convinced and nodded repeatedly, "It makes sense. It seems that Young Master Ling will definitely win today."
As he spoke, Cao Ping, an old man in Confucian robes, had already "walked" around the entire circular lawn and stood still in front of the two young men.
Taking a look at Ling Zhen's white paper, Teacher Cao frowned and said in an unhappy tone: "Why didn't you write a word?"
Ling Zhen answered truthfully: "I'm sorry, Teacher Cao. I am a junior who has little talent and limited knowledge. I really can't write well."
Cao Ping's face was not very good. He glared at the young man brought over by Yu Youcong, and then turned to the rice paper in front of Zhang Shu.
Seeing that the paper was filled with block letters, a smile appeared on his face. He took the piece of paper for writing poems and began to read it.
The more he looked at it, the more complicated the expression on Cao Ping's face became.
There seemed to be...light flickering in his eyes!
Teacher Cao’s voice echoed throughout the playground.
In a very loud and strong voice, he recited the poem Zhang Shu wrote on the spot to everyone present:
“A nobleman born without freedom is like a dragon, a tiger, and a tiger.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
Zhuge summoned eight outstanding talents, who became famous throughout the ages.
The island of Shang will always be the pillar, who would envy the generals and princes in the world? "
As soon as this poem came out, the whole house fell into silence.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
Gao Fei, a swordsman in white who had sworn before this and felt that what Zhang Shu wrote was destined to be a pile of rubbish, opened his mouth wide and could not close it for a long time!
This, is this a poem written by the man named Zhang?
Or in such a short period of time?
This guy's literary talent is so extraordinary? !
Seeing that no one said anything, Teacher Cao Ping Cao made a tut-tsk sound while holding the rice paper with the poem written on it in his hand.
He knew very well that the second half of this poem was a tribute to the eight college instructors present, including himself.
Cao Ping raised a smile on his lips.
It's indeed a bit vulgar to praise.
but I like it.
As for the first couplet of the poem, the sentence "A nobleman is not free when he is born" should be written about Zhang Shu himself.
He was born into a noble family, but he had no freedom in life.
The phrase "the dragon and the tiger can't stop" is ostensibly to promote the heroic pace of Teacher Cao Ping running around the playground, just like the dragon and the tiger.
But in fact, it is very likely that Zhang Shu is praising himself.
Once young people take steps and forge ahead bravely, their future will be unlimited and they will never be able to stop!
Cao Ping smiled more and more as he looked at it, and couldn't help but ask: "Zhang Shu, what should we interpret the sentence 'A house full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and a sword is frosty in fourteen states'?"
Zhang Shu stood up with his chest high and responded loudly to Teacher Cao's question, "There were more than 3,000 people present, gathered together, and hundreds of flowers bloomed to watch the current entrance examination. They were all intoxicated. It was like 'the hall was full of flowers and the three thousand guests were drunk'. My hometown The largest country in Shuanghan Continent is called the Qianjin Dynasty. There are fourteen states in that dynasty. When I refine the natal sword in the future, I will conquer the Qianjin Kingdom with one sword and conquer the fourteen states of Shuanghan!"
Cao Ping looked excited and said "Okay" loudly. Then he looked around the surrounding auditorium and shouted to everyone: "Why don't you all applaud--"
Now that the worst-tempered Teacher Cao had spoken, the people present, whether willingly or not, had no choice but to start clapping their hands vigorously, and the applause was like thunder.
After everyone applauded Zhang Shuzhi's poem, when the sound died down, Cao Ping, an old man with white hair and a scholar's shirt, said to Zhang Shuzhi full of praise: "This poem you wrote is excellent. I have never seen any other poem in my life." A student can write as good a poem as you..."
Zhang Shu leaned over and clasped his fists, and said very humbly: "Teacher Cao is so complimentary."
Gao Fei, a swordsman in white, and Pan Jian, an elf boy, haven't recovered yet.
Ji Xingchen, a fat man sitting on the high stage in the audience, imitated Zhang Shu's words in a weird accent, "Teacher Cao is so complimentary~"
The fat man in red robe added another comment: "I'll just keep praising you, you're fake modesty."
On the lawn of the playground, Cao Ping continued: "From now on, as long as it is my class, no matter which class you are in, you will be the monitor. You can manage the classmates in the class for me, the teacher, without any authority."
Zhang Wei saluted again and said with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Cao, for your appreciation. The students will do their best and fulfill their responsibilities."
Cao Ping nodded with great satisfaction, "Having you in Shang Academy is a blessing to the academy."
Immediately, he glanced at Ling Zhen, the young man in green robe, with cold eyes. Cao Ping exhaled through his nose and said in a deep voice: "Even if you write a lot of random things, as long as there are poems on the paper, even if the bullshit doesn't make sense, I can at least do it." I gave you eighty points, but since you handed in a blank paper...even if you add the previous question and answer scores, you won't even reach seventy. If your academic attitude is not good, don't even think about getting high marks!"
Ling Zhen was speechless and accepted the teacher's criticism.
Cao Ping raised his voice again, speaking in a voice that everyone present could clearly hear: "The last test today, the cultural score, Ling Zhen scored 69 points, Zhang Shu..."
When it came to the word Zhang Shu, Teacher Cao deliberately paused for suspense.
Then, he said in as loud a voice as possible: "Zhang Shu, ninety-nine points!"
After the results were announced, the entire venue erupted into extremely loud noises.
People's voices are punished
No one expected that it would be such a result in the end.
With 27 points behind, Zhang Wei successfully recovered 30 points with a poem.
Achieved an incredible and astonishing reversal!
Pan Jian, Gao Fei, Ji Xingchen, and the dormitory chief Yang Junjie, these four people sat there for a moment with blank eyes, as if they couldn't believe this fact.
The person who had the last laugh was not his roommate Ling Zhen.
But Zhang Shu!
These four brothers of Master Ling, who were also members of the Five Tigers of Shang Island, never expected that the man named Zhang would be so capable.
Even from such a huge disadvantage, he was able to regain his strength, walk out of a losing situation, and directly win the battle!
Ling Zhen was also a little unable to accept the result at once, and stood blankly.
Cao Ping, a scholar in blue shirt, had already retreated to a position near the edge of the lawn.
At this moment, two people came down.
Two people, one old and one young.
The old man's skin was as black as iron. He was wearing a gray robe and a wide white tiger skin. He had two sharp swords as his legs.
The beauty of the woman's appearance is breathtaking. She is wearing a red satin tulle, and her graceful figure is stunning, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Compared to the old man with white tiger skin who is known as the "Gold Medal Mentor", it is obvious that that woman is more popular among the students of the college.
Especially boys!
That stunning woman wearing a red gauze skirt swept down from the sky, and there was a boy or a man in the auditorium.
Everyone's eyes were widened and they looked straight towards the center of the lawn.
Don't miss the chance to see this girl.
It seems that if you miss watching it for a while, you will almost lose a few years of your life!
A thin, black old man with gray hair and a sword as his foot, his surname is Ying and his last name is Chun. He is known as the "Sword Master" in Hanlan Continent, and he once called himself the "Wulin Guardian".
In this Shang Academy, he is a gold medal tutor whose status is higher than that of the Eight Elites, second only to the principal and vice principal.
And that woman, named Ling Fengge, is the undisputed number one "female academic tyrant" in the entire college.
Not only is his cultivation level and swordsmanship the highest and strongest, but his appearance and figure are also recognized as number one.
As long as she wants to be ranked second, the first place is bound to be vacant.
Because there are more than a hundred girls in the school who are self-aware, even if they completely put aside their combat prowess and just compare them in terms of appearance, there is no one who can surpass them. There is not even anyone who can compare with them.
There can be many beauties in Shang Academy.
But the most beautiful beauty.
There is no doubt that Ling Fengge is the only one!
The young man in yellow, Yang Junjie, quickly glanced at Qi Ruyi beside him and secretly compared the ponytail girl with the school bully Feng Ge.
I just felt that the former suddenly became a piece of junk worth not a penny, and I didn't even want to look at it anymore.
After a second thought, Mr. Yang suddenly remembered that the stunning beauty Ling was the biological sister of his roommate Ling Zhen.
Since there is such a relationship, maybe I can ask Mr. Ling to help me a little and pull the strings. Maybe it is possible...
The thought stopped abruptly here.
I don’t want to think about it anymore.
Let’s not start with whether the new roommate Ling Zhen is willing to let him be this "brother-in-law". If he is careless, something will go wrong.
Instructor Ying and Xueba Ling, no matter which one, can kill him with a sword casually.
When the time comes, maybe even his biological father Yang Jie may not be able to protect him.
forget it.
For a woman, risk your life.
This deal is not worth it and I will lose a lot of money!
Girl Ruyi is actually quite good. Although her figure and appearance are far inferior to Ling Fengge's, she still has the pure aura of the girl next door.
In this world, it is rare to find a girl who can look so good without makeup. You must cherish her and stop being careless.
Sitting on a higher seat than Mr. Yang, Ji Xingchen looked at the red color on the lawn below and spoke intently: "A Fei, I remember you wanted to ask Ling Xueba for sword lessons last year, why haven't you gone yet? ?”
Gao Fei wanted to close his eyes and not look at the red gauze, but the temptation was too great. He couldn't bear it and could only open his eyes and responded: "It's all in vain if you go. Ling Fengge was still in the enlightenment realm before. I thought that after I broke through the realm and reached the fifth level, I would try to ask the sword. But at the beginning of this year, I had not yet broken through, and she broke through to the sixth level of transcending tribulation first. Now I We are two realms apart from her, why are you asking for death?"
Pan Jian murmured: "Death under a red gauze skirt, even if you are a ghost, you are still charming."
Ji Xingchen showed a silly smile and echoed: "Listening to Ling Xueba wielding the sword with all his strength is the most beautiful sight in the world. He is even better than the Sword Immortal. I really want to see it with my own eyes for once... Ah Fei, I am optimistic about you. Hurry up and break through the realm bottleneck, and then run to ask for swordsmanship. Master Pan and I will definitely be there to cheer you on and cheer you on!"
The white-clothed swordsman Gaofei let out a "poof" and said angrily: "What the hell, you are still using your sword with all your strength. To kill the fifth level at the sixth level, do you still need to use all your skills? Seventy or eighty percent of your strength is enough. I They were all killed by Ling Fengge's sword, why are you just waving flags and shouting for ghosts?"
Pan Jian smiled and told the truth, and said with a hint of joking: "A Fei, actually, Ah Xing and I just want to see more of Ling Xueba's grace when he draws the sword. As for whether you will die after using the sword, We didn’t think about it that much… By the way, what kind of coffin material do you want? I’ll help you find someone to make it custom-made, and I’ll definitely give you a grand burial!”
Of course Gao Fei knew that Mr. Pan, who had a pair of pointed ears, was making a joke on him. He would never watch him die, so he smiled and retorted: "What kind of coffin do you want? I'll do it now." I can order it for you, maybe it will be used soon, if you keep pushing me."
The implication could not be more obvious.
If you, Mr. Pan, keep talking nonsense, I won't cut you into the coffin with my sword!
Pan Jian smiled a few times, said no more, and turned his gaze to the playground below.
The center of the circular lawn.
Ying Chun, a thin, dark old man with a white tiger skin on his shoulders, took out two scrolls from the sleeves of his robe, handed one of them to the female disciple Ling Fengge, and whispered: "You can give this to your brother."
After the woman in red gauze took over a scroll, the white-haired old man with two swords as his legs walked up to the young man in black robe Zhang Shu, handed over the scroll, and said in his drake voice: "This thing is called 'Tong'. "The scroll' is your admission certificate. The scroll contains sword energy, which is the transformation of a very large part of the road to the island. It is Principal Zhuge's recognition of you two freshmen. Take it."
Zhang Shu took the scroll with both hands, bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, principal, and thank you, mentor Ying!"
Ying Chun said "hmm" and then said: "It's a pity, Zhang Shu. If you didn't get zero in the seventh game, you might have a chance to become the number one in the history of the college in terms of admission scores! But now it's no longer possible, you can only rank After Feng Ge, he will be ranked second in history."
Zhang Wei held the scroll tightly and said humbly and politely: "This junior is too unpopular and can't find a partner to cooperate with, so he can only fail. This is a serious shortcoming of this junior, so he deserves zero points. I don't have any complaints in my heart." , I am convinced. Under such circumstances, to still get the second place in history is a fluke, and I cannot deserve it!"
Ying Chun, the gold-medal mentor with a white tiger on his shoulders, laughed a few times and patted Zhang Shu's shoulder a few times, "It's so embarrassing that I can't bear it. It wasn't like this when I wrote the sentence 'A sword of frost can freeze fourteen states' just now." Such a humble and humble attitude. Haha, is this the so-called low-key life and high-profile work?"
Zhang Zhu knew that this was a good thing, so he agreed, "You should try your best during the exam. When the exam is over, you should return to your previous state. Don't sink too deep, or you will be unable to get out."
The more Ying Chun listened, the more he liked it, and he praised him verbally: "Cao Ping is absolutely right. Shang Academy should be lucky to have a student like you! Principal Zhuge has a keen eye for knowing people, and he has indeed made no mistakes in his apprenticeship!"
At this moment, Ling Fengge, who was wearing a red gauze skirt, had arrived in front of the young man in green robe, Ling Zhen. That shockingly beautiful face was full of smiles, extremely beautiful.
The beauty is dizzying, like falling into a dream
Even Ling Zhen, who grew up with his sister at home, loyally felt that Ling Fengge's smile was so beautiful!
Ling Taohua, the third sister who loves to laugh the most and is known as having a peach-like smile, is even more beautiful than usual.
The title of "the most beautiful" among the eight daughters of the Ling family is truly well-deserved.
"Sister, why do you look prettier again?"
Ling Zhen smiled and praised, "The figure has become more and more plump!"
Ling Fengge, who has stunning body curves and truly explains what it means to be lordotic and posteriorly curved, laughed at the words of his ninth brother, patted Ling Zhen on the face, and said, "I'm a poor talker. I haven't seen you in a few years, but still... You are so glib! Tell me the truth, sister, how many girls have you deceived over the years? Have you had one hundred?"
"No, no, there can be so many of them, not even ten!"
Ling Zhen quickly waved his hand and said, "Your brother, I have worked very hard in the past few years. I practice every day except for practicing. I am always slacking off, but I don't have any free time to fall in love..."
Ling Fengge stretched out her mutton-fat jade hand like a white lotus root, with five fingers like green onions, and gently rubbed Ling Zhen's chin. While touching it, she said: "You are indeed very diligent, and you haven't even shaved off your beard. If you want to study how to pick up your sister, If so, he shouldn’t be so careless about his personal image.”
Ling Zhen took away the eldest sister's hand and touched the beard on his chin a few times. It wasn't much, but it was a bit prickly. He squinted and said with a smile: "It's okay, your brother is handsome enough. A little beard will make him look better." You’re already manly, no need to shave.”
Ling Fengge smiled sweetly, making her appearance even more beautiful, "No matter how handsome you are, you can't be slovenly. When you go back to bed later, remember to shave cleanly."
The eldest sister of the Ling family has a soft voice, and the word "oh" is added at the end of her words, making her even more friendly and sweet.
Ling Zhen smiled brightly and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, big sister, I will listen to you and shave it when you get back!"
Ling Fengge rubbed the head of her younger brother, who was more than ten years older than her, and handed the scroll to him. After holding it in his hand, she said softly: "It doesn't matter if you lose, you're just three points behind. Peace." It doesn't make any difference. If you get discouraged because of this and no longer work hard to practice hard, then my sister will look down on you!"
Ling Zhen held the scroll in his hand with a slight smile on his face, "No way, eldest sister, this is not the first time I have lost. In the past, I have also lost in more embarrassing ways. I can not lose my temper at all, but become more frustrated." The more courage you get, the better you go! Bad things become good things."
Ling Fengge smiled from ear to ear, "My brother is so awesome, so I'll give him a pat on the head as a reward."
After that, he reached out his hand again and touched the head of the young man in green robe lovingly.
Ling Zhen said helplessly: "Sister, I'm already twenty-three years old, can you please stop treating me like a child?"
"You are only twenty-three, and you are not even 3 years old. What is it if you are not a child?"
Ling Fengge said with a smile, "In my sister's heart, Ninth Brother, you will always be that brat wearing crotchless pants and running around the yard!"
Ling Zhen frowned, "Sister, there is someone here, goodbye..."
Ling Fengge covered her mouth and smiled, waved her hands, and said "Okay" several times, "My brother is still so concerned about face, so I won't let you go."
The male monks with excellent eyesight in the surrounding stands felt their teeth itching with hatred when they saw this scene on the playground.
In their minds, Ling Fengge was no different from a noble existence like a goddess in the fairy world.
Such a female top student with infinite celestial spirit and unparalleled beauty, and Ling Zhen, a boy, laughed constantly and talked passionately.
From time to time, he patted the latter's face, touched his chin, and rubbed his head...
This is so naughty.
Can you bear it?
Why?
A family of siblings is amazing?
Oops, I'm so sick of it...
Including the other four members of the Five Tigers of Shang Island, every boy present was sincerely moved.
This person named Ling is really lucky.
I really envy this person to death!
If it were me, with this kind of treatment, I would live ten years less, no, twenty years!
The outcome has been decided.
The exam is over.
last of the last.
The gold medal tutor Ying Chun raised his head and spoke loudly to the surroundings. With a voice that was no different from a drake, he said loudly: "Today's entrance examination for freshmen is over. After a while, everyone will remember to leave in an orderly manner." Please remember not to rush to the venue. Also, I want to announce one more thing, that is, because it takes up your weekend rest time, there will be no classes tomorrow, Monday, and an extra day off. At that time, all entertainment venues in the college center will be It’s open and everyone can go there, relax and have fun!”
As soon as the news was announced.
The audience suddenly burst into extremely shocking cheers.
Every student from Shangdao is shouting with joy from the bottom of their hearts!
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Wearing a black dragon robe and a three-foot-long beard, Vice Principal Yang Jie had two long swords at his feet, and the swords reached the depths of Guangming Cave in Blind Mountain.
Reported the results of the exam to the human race emperor.
Zhang Shu defeated Ling Zhen, who took the test with him, by three points.
He became the second-best student in the college's history in entrance exams.
The first in history is Ling Fengge, and the second is Zhang Shu.
Third, it’s Ling Zhen.
Wearing a snow-white crane cloak, and wrapping his eyes with a black gauze, Zhuge Jielu, after learning the result, smiled slightly and said to Vice Colonel Yang: "Your junior brother Zhang Shu doesn't need to say more. Well, even though my master is old, he is not too dim-sighted to know people well. Since he can be accepted as a closed disciple, it means that his qualifications are at least on par with yours, Yang Jie, and may even surpass him in this life! As for that! Ling Zhen, I've met that guy before, he's pretty good, both of them are good boys, and they have a bright future with endless prospects."
Pretty good, good boy, with no end in sight...
How's this review?
Not low at all.
But it’s very high, extremely high, extremely high!
Yang Jie, a man in dragon robe with a beard as long as a waterfall, nodded slightly and remained silent.
Principal Zhuge, who had a high position in the Shang Academy, "looked" at his founding disciple.
Then, the human emperor, whose eyes were covered by black cloth, raised his head and "looked" at the black top.
Guangming Cave is extremely deep, like a giant abyss.
Looking up at the bottom of the cave, you can't see anything.
In this case, Emperor Zhuge still maintained this posture, as if he was sitting in a well watching, but the scene was dim and the night was starless.
This old man, who has indeed lived for thousands of years, said leisurely at this time: "The house is in the human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. This bright era is left to those energetic young people." Well, I, an old man who has lived for a thousand years, can just hide from the world in this light cave..."
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Among the more than 500 students in the Shang Academy, he is the most hermit-like person.
It was Gao Fei, a swordsman in white who was sleeping in bed.
This swordsman who possesses the Great Perfection of the Fourth Level Alchemy Realm likes to be alone. He has always been alone and has always resisted socializing with strangers.
He has an extreme obsession and noble pursuit of practicing swordsmanship!
Since the beginning of this year, he has been attacking the fifth level and constantly trying to break through the realm. Unfortunately, he has not been able to succeed yet. He is still a fourth-level swordsman.
Usually on weekends and holidays, when other students are relaxing and having fun, Gao Fei will go to the Kun Lake on the island alone.
Over a long period of time, that super giant lake has become his place to escape from the world, or it may be a "hideaway place" in a sense.
Since everyone knows that the old Kun in the lake has not flown or sang for thousands of years, and has always nested at the bottom of the lake, it is absolutely impossible to transform into the kind of roc bird that only exists in legends, with wings like hanging clouds.
Therefore, few people visit the vast lake on weekdays.
No one would be like Gao Fei, who would go to the lake to practice swordplay alone whenever he had free time.
To put it nicely, it’s called Xiayin.
To put it mildly, he is an unsociable Wu lunatic!
Today is Monday, and I was supposed to be in class, but because I had an extra day off, everyone was very anxious.
As a martial arts fanatic and a sword fanatic, Gao Fei, of course, still couldn't take any time off.
It's just that on the surface of Kun Lake today, in addition to the sword cultivator in white, there is also another person in green robe.
That's Gao Fei's new roommate, Ling Zhen, whose overall score in yesterday's entrance exam was second only to Zhang Shu's.
The young man in green robe was swaying, holding the divine sword "Bliss" produced by Xuanyuan Sword Furnace in his hand, and performed a sword dance on the lake with an astonishing attitude.
The sword energy intertwined into a net, cutting through the lake water like chopping silk.
The sound of cracking water lasted for a long time and was deafening.
The waves were turbulent, and between the ups and downs, there was a dragon tumbling wantonly in the lake!
The swordsman in white clothes was flying high, his heart was dazzled and his eyes were in a daze, completely unable to take his eyes away.
high.
too high.
The exquisiteness of this set of swordsmanship is truly as high as the clouds, like a fairy's move or a god's sword!
Ling Zhen's movements slowed down little by little, and finally stopped dancing the sword, holding Ji Le behind his back with one hand.
The young man in green robe, handsome and graceful, returned to the sword cultivator in white.
After standing in front of Gao Fei, Ling Zhen smiled and said: "A Fei, this set of winning tactics is a unique sword technique passed down to me by the sword god Yu Youcong. It is not allowed to be passed down to others privately without the permission of Senior Yu, so I didn’t do it all, I could only show you a few, I’m sorry.”
Gao Fei shook his head slightly and said frankly: "That's enough. Just these few moves let me know what it means to have someone outside and someone outside... Oh, I was originally thinking that after you finish dancing, I showed you my original Yun Teng Sword Technique, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary, it is just trying to do the same thing, which is ridiculous!"
Ling Zhen was about to say a few words of comfort and encouragement, when suddenly, a young and familiar voice came over.
It's the voice of dormitory chief Yang Junjie!
I saw a young man in yellow clothes covered with jade and with a sword on his waist. He splashed water in the air and strode towards the two people in white clothes and green robes. He shouted loudly as he ran: "Ling Shao Fei" , I finally found you two, you are trying to kill me!"
After Yang Junjie approached, he didn't wait for his two roommates to speak, and said excitedly: "It's a rare open day, and it's an extra vacation. It's such a good opportunity, you two just stay here? It’s quite a waste!”
Gao Fei frowned slightly, "What are you thinking about? I don't stay here during any holidays? It's just that I have Young Master Ling to accompany me today..."
"It's just because there is an extra Young Master Ling, so you can't be here. It's so boring!"
Yang Junjie exclaimed very excitedly, "I have specially prepared a game today. With a beautiful girl, I think it is to celebrate the joining of the new member of 3701, Ling Shao. Ling Shao is the protagonist of this party and will definitely come. , A Fei, you can’t be less, we are all good friends, let’s come and play together!”
Seeing the enthusiasm of the young master in yellow, Ling Zhen was too embarrassed to refuse, so he couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
Yang Junjie gave a thumbs up, poked himself with his fingertips, and said loudly: "I'm treating you to a treat. Let's go to 'Carry His Mother' to be happy and have fun for once!"
Ling Zhen, who was in a low mood due to losing to Zhang Shu and had been passively hiding from the world on Kun Lake all day, raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Ah? Carrying his mother? What is it?" Carrying his mother?"
