Waves of soul carried Shen Yan's voice, and every sound was like thunder that sounded in the ocean of soul.
"The first one, swordsmanship teacher, the best swordsman in the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji!"
When you mount your horse, you can kill the enemy. When you dismount, you can write poems. His literary ability is better than that of Li Taibai, and your martial arts is better than that of Huo Qubing. The literary man is the most powerful, and the martial arts man is the best. Who is this person? The world is suffering from illness.
There are many people in the world who are both civilized and martial, but Xin Qiji can be called the first person who can bring peace to the world with his civility, can immediately settle the affairs with his military skills, and is a passionate patriot.
I would rather love the soil of my hometown than the ten thousand taels of gold from another country. The reason why Shen Yan highly respected Xin Qiji was because even in Shen Yan's era, there were many people who worshiped foreigners and favored foreigners. In their hearts, their home country was not good at all. There are too many people like Xin Qiji who have feelings for their family and country.
In Xin Qiji's heart, if he could see the nine states unified and the mountains and rivers unified, he would have nothing to fear even if he died thousands of times.
"The second place is benevolent and righteous. His armor is stained with blood and his armor is red. Who dares to compete with him? The spearmanship teacher, the god of martial arts... Zhao Zilong, the weapon he uses ranks third in the gun category, the gentian silver spear!"
White horse, white robe, silver spear, Changshan Zhao Zilong, there are eight spearmen in the world. Zhao Yun has one stone and one liver and gallbladder. He goes in and out seven times to save Adou. He fights in Changbanpo in a bloody battle. In one battle, he becomes the God of Martial Arts. He shoots out like a dragon with his spear. , his rage breaks through the sky, he rides a horse alone, shaking the world, his body is like a cold crescent moon, and he is a mighty general with clouds and clouds.
"Third place, the sword shines for eternity, the power of China captures seven armies, the courage to conquer a country, the hero enemies ten thousand, the righteousness of the world, the loyalty is passed down from generation to generation, the teacher of swordsmanship, the martial arts saint Guan Yunchang, the weapons he uses, the ranking of swords and sacred weapons Second, Qinglong Yanyue Sword!"
A nation cannot live without heroes, and the quality of heroes also represents the integrity of the nation. Er Ye represents not only his brave fighting power, but also the outstanding virtue of loyalty that is praised by the world.
Riding alone for thousands of miles, he was loyal and courageous, drank the wine of loyalty and filial piety, scraped his bones and healed his wounds while joking, and disdained the love between his children. He galloped on the battlefield on a red rabbit and a horse, passed five levels, killed six generals, and had a Qinglong Yanyue Sword. , galloping on the battlefield.
He is unparalleled and Guan Yunchang.
Every time Shen Yan named a teacher, he would tell their story.
But their story is too long, how could it be possible to tell it all in one time?
I can only give a rough description.
Even if it is a brief introduction, which one is not an unparalleled hero in high spirits, and which one is not weather-beaten and heroic.
Therefore, a group of students, from beginning to end, had their eyes wide open and their mouths open but never closed.
Dumbfounded, dumbfounded from shock.
Their teacher, are these their teachers?
God, they thought they were shocked enough yesterday, and it was worthwhile for them to come to this school. They were glad that they came here with their yearnings, expectations and ideals.
But now, they feel that even if there is a legend who wants to accept them as disciples, they are absolutely unwilling and will never leave here.
The fists in his hands were clenched, even if they were killed, their bodies must remain here.
Tuition fees are nothing, accommodation fees are nothing, and catering fees are nothing. These are just tangible things. If you lose them, you can always earn them back. And once the opportunity to enter the school is lost... they think of this, and if they hesitate They will probably regret not coming to this school.
You have to stab yourself to death.
Shen Yan's voice continued to introduce, and he looked at an old man among the heroic spirits in front of the hall. This man had gray hair on his temples, and his body was already a little stooped, but the muscles in his arms were bulging like an ape. He had a thick knife on his waist and on his back. Carry a strong bow.
"The name of the sword is Silver Dragon Lock Sun and Moon. It is a three-court mountain-chopping knife. It is ranked 14th among the holy swords. ()"
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"When you are six years old, you can shoot an arrow and shoot through a poplar tree in a hundred steps. If you are not yet seventy years old, you can shoot a three-stone bow."
"The fourth one, bow master, Huang Zhong."
Who said that heroes always have their twilight years and are not allowed to grow old in this world?
Who said that the vegetation is scattered, the beauties are old, and the heroes are young?
Let’s take a look at Huang Hansheng, the god’s archer who is still getting stronger with his sword.
Wearing heavy gold mail armor, double-drawn iron bow. His courage shocked Hebei, and he became famous in Shuzhong.
Shen Yan's voice was as powerful as a rainbow, and he was talking about Chinese affairs and Chinese heroes.
Or maybe that’s what it means to be a historian.
Their names cannot be buried in the dust of history, no, no, no, just like today's children only know about Ultraman, Spider-Man, and Doctor Strange, but they don't know what kind of talents and heroes come out in large numbers in China. What a tragedy! How sad!
"Fifth place, Teacher of Halberd Technique!" Shen Yan was so excited that he couldn't describe it in too many words, and said loudly: "Under one person, Lu Fengxian, the weapon used by Fangtian Painting Halberd, ranked halberd sacred weapons. ...One person!"
Shen Yan's deafening voice was like thunder, otherwise how could he be worthy of the title of the most powerful general, Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian, who claimed to be unrivaled in life and unmatched in death.
"Sixth place, with yellow decals on the mirror, armor covered with cold light. Although she is a girl, she has a heroic spirit and is never inferior to a man. The teacher of double swords, Hua Mulan, uses a male and female sword, a double sword, a sacred weapon. Ranked 12th!”
Generals died in hundreds of battles, and heroes returned after ten years. Who dares to despise this heroine who emerged from the blood and corpses of the battlefield?
There are six teachers in total this time, but there are thousands of heroes of China, who will be the backbone and backing of Huaxia Academy.
There are eighteen types of weapons in China, and only six of them appear here: knives, spears, swords, bows, halberds, and double swords.
After Shen Yan read these words, the blood in his chest was boiling and surging like lava from a volcano, and a kind of heroism that only Chinese people understood was born leisurely.
Magnificent, I, China, will shine forever!
Magnificent, I, China, have a heroic reputation that will last forever!
Shen Yan thought to himself that the next "World Peace News" must also introduce the existing teaching staff of Huaxia College.
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sp; Then he looked down at the students who were as quiet as wooden chickens.
These students' minds are empty now.
God, their teacher is either a sword master or some kind of martial saint or martial god?
Any one of them is enough for them to hug their thighs and not let go of them shamelessly.
Are you here to teach them now?
To be honest, even if some of them were a little pretentious before, they were not so arrogant that they could win the favor of so many exaggerated teachers.
But it's different now. These are teachers in school, the teachers who teach them.
They just... have to follow suit.
() The same goes for those students who come to study,
In addition to being buffed by professional characteristics, professionals
They also have to learn specific fighting skills, so they can not only obtain the bloodline of the descendants of Yan and Huang, but also learn the most amazing fighting skills in the world?
Just thinking of this made my throat growl.
At this time, Shen Yan looked at the sky and spent a lot of time introducing these teachers. It was almost noon before he knew it, and said: "Students, choose your own teacher in the afternoon and learn the courses you like with your teacher."
As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar.
They can choose whatever they want?
God, I must be dreaming, how...how can a school for professionals like this exist?
Especially the situation in the past, where only people in the group or family were taught some skills, and the broomsticks were cherished. It is so far away that it is really hard to imagine.
Shen Yan smiled and finally said: "Hua Xia College is a place for teaching and teaching."
"It is the inheritance place of Chinese skills."
"Students, we must cherish the hard-won opportunities and opportunities..."
This sentence is not a cliche, but a sentiment.
These students are a lucky generation, because no one has been able to have so many Chinese heroes personally teach them since ancient times.
People treated like this will definitely be the protagonists of the era.
After Shen Yan finished speaking, he ended this morning's class.
On the way back to the station, Zhao Kuo, Gaia, Bo Ci and others looked at Shen Yan without blinking.
Shen Yan couldn't help but touch his face: "Is there anything wrong?"
Everyone: "..."
Nothing is right anywhere.
Zhao Kuo: "Such a good teacher only charges a small amount of tuition."
What a loss.
If the tuition fees of the students who entered the school had not been negotiated, he would have wanted to collect them again.
Dudu also nodded vigorously, seeing that Shen Yan was not a businessman. How much money had Dudu lost? He was so angry that it was Dudu's copper dove.
Shen Yan rubbed his head: "I still have to go back and compile a complete collection of Chinese allusions. When the compilation is completed, print it and sell it for money."
Zhao Kuo, Gaia, Bo Ci, etc.: "..."
Sell...sell for money?
People like Shen Yan who sell all the secret books and secret techniques are really things that can only be done by a prodigal who cannot survive.
Moreover, Broken Household and Prodigal Son only sell one or two secret scrolls and secret techniques, while Shen Yan has countless secret techniques and rituals, printed in books, and he wishes others would not buy them.
Dudu kept shaking his head. Shen Yan must have lost his mind. But, could he make money?
Dudu wiped his saliva and began to rub his face on Shen Yan's thigh with his sallow face. He was also... counted as one.
Shen Yan was a little thirsty, so he went home and drank some water while waiting for lunch.
The city of mercenaries was already boiling.
Whether it is the newly arrived foreign forces or local mercenaries, for the locals, they think that they have opened their eyes and will not be surprised just because something happens.
But this morning, after Shen Yan introduced the six school teachers, they really couldn't calm down.
A large number of mercenary groups rushed to the school with the remaining children in their families. Not only the children, but also the younger people from each mercenary group came with excitement on their faces.
Others have traveled thousands of miles to get into the school, but their own people in the city of mercenaries have been blessed and have not yet taken any action. Thinking about it now, they all want to slap themselves to wake up.
This may be the so-called darkness under the lamp.
People in a city were surging, and the scene was like a rushing flood.
Those foreign mercenary groups could not calm down. Some people with great foresight could already predict that the existence of this school, under the guidance of those teachers over time, would even change the surrounding cities when the next generation grew up. The strength distribution situation.
At this time, in the city of mercenaries, in the upper city area, there is the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group.
The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group is now in a dilemma.
Why the dilemma? Because how did they treat Zhao Kuo before?
Speaking of which, Zhao Kuo should have been the young leader of their Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, should have been the closest person to their Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, and should have been the most natural choice for the children of their Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group to enter the Huaxia Academy.
but now……
Due to previous festivals, they could only watch.
Piles and piles of children from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group are all crying now.
They can't get into that academy, woof! Others can do it, but they can't. They will soon become the most pitiable children in the entire mercenary group.
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