"Master?"
In the Wei Lai Academy during the festival, Li Qinghuan looked at Chen Anzhi who came back as if he wanted to eat her again, tightly tightened his clothes and moaned.
This girl has red lips and white teeth, a 36D chest, and is eighteen years old. She can be considered a beauty.
But seeing that she didn't have any special qualities other than that, Chen Anzhi really couldn't figure out how she deserved the word "羾".
Therefore, Chen Anzhi continued to look, and looked more carefully and seriously, hoping to see some clues.
"Don't look at it, she is the Nine Yin Holy Body.
It can only help you when you are 29 years old, and you have to endure it for another 9 years! "
At the critical moment, Confucius interrupted Chen Anzhi's rude behavior and gave the answer.
Then, he knocked Li Qingyu unconscious again.
"You mean, I have to look at her helplessly for another 9 years?"
The friendship was ruthlessly interrupted before the friendship could be seen, and Chen An's anger was directed at Kong Fuzi.
He consented to the kidnapping.
After the kidnapping, she was told that she was of no use for the time being and could only watch.
This is appropriate, he must be raised as an old maid from another world.
"Why, are you so angry?
Have you reached the first level of "Tian Sheng Zhan Shen Jue"?
After nine years, even a pig has learned to climb trees! "
Confucius picked at his rosacea and asked in an indifferent tone.
"I..."
Chen Anzhi didn't want to talk about this.
The "Tian Sheng Zhan Shen Jue" mentioned by Confucius is a martial art that only lunatics can practice.
...
It's evening.
Chen Anzhi finally got the job done.
The torture of being hit with a thousand maces on his body left his skin and flesh to pieces. This was the reason why he was unwilling to practice the "Tian Sheng Shen Zhan Jue".
"Do you think you can beat me now?"
Looking at Chen Anzhi who had finished his work, he squinted his eyes for a moment, making Confucius couldn't help but joke.
"Don't dare!"
Chen Anzhi, who has fallen into 999 traps, dare not fall for it again.
"Actually you can.
The body-building method of "Tian Sheng Zhan Shen Jue" can be used as a dragon after a thousand times.
You just withstood the mace that gave me 1999 blows. Now you have reached the peak of dragon power. You should be able to beat me! "
Confucius said bewilderedly.
...
The warriors of the Great Wei Dynasty talked about strength and state, and strength was about strength.
External strength produces ox strength, internal strength becomes tiger strength, dark strength becomes elephant strength, and innate strength evolves into dragon strength. The difficulty of its cultivation is unimaginable.
Therefore, the three levels of strength are six each, and the innate level is only three levels.
Confucius said that he had the peak of the power of a dragon, which shows that Chen Anzhi's realm has been consolidated to the peak of the first-level innate realm.
In this realm, punches sound like dragons roaring, and their power is as heavy as a collapsing mountain.
Therefore, even if the old drunkard who looks weak and has peak dark strength of the sixth level at most has a secret technique, it seems that it is really impossible to beat him now.
"Roar!"
A punch of dragon roar, filled with the grief and anger of Chen Anzhi being ravaged 999 times, like a dragon shooting, it hit Confucius without mercy with the force of collapsing the mountain...
"boom!"
With just one blow, Chen Anzhi was stepped on by Confucius' stinky feet in the face, sinking half an inch into the ground.
"Let him be strong when he is strong, let him be strong when the breeze blows on the hills, let him be horizontal when he is strong, and the bright moon shines on the river..."
"You want to kill your master with this little power?"
"I bother!"
A mouthful of wine was sprayed on Chen Anzhi who was lying on the ground. Confucius smiled with satisfaction and went to find someone to drink with.
...
"Sir..."
Gently wiping the blood on Chen Anzhi's body, and seeing the dense and terrifying wounds revealed after the blood was wiped away, Li Qinghuan didn't understand how this senior fellow from Willai Academy wanted to be beaten, but she was Inexplicably heartbroken.
After the flying snow three days ago, he was already the most powerful person in Wangcheng, so why did he still fight so hard?
"If you don't fight, you will die."
Originally, Chen Anzhi didn't want to respond to the name of a beauty who was unrealistic and could only be looked at but not eaten.
But for some reason, Xu thought of Qingfu Chen Xian's comments, and still patiently explained to her without any reason.
It was just that she had driven her father away and burned down her house a few days ago, but she still didn't have any resentment towards him.
And she really regarded herself as his little wife, serving him, the evil leader, without any complaints.
Is she mentally retarded? The seeds that will be born from her in the future...
"Elder brother, we are here!"
When Chen Anzhi was wandering and thinking more and more deeply, Anping interrupted his thoughts.
...
He is a man, and an old man at that.
When Chen Anzhi rushed to the main hall of the academy dressed in robes, Tian Anzhi was looking at the four characters "I want to become an immortal" written by Confucius in a daze.
He didn't even notice Chen Anzhi's arrival.
"Uncle Master, what do you think of this word?"
"It's still as ugly as ever. Why do you have to hang it in such a conspicuous place in the main hall?"
Tian An An turned around and asked back.
He was the chief gentry of Wangcheng, the second-ranked official in the tenth year of Longqing's reign in the Wei Dynasty, and he was once famous all over the world for his character and character.
That year, Confucius was originally the number one scholar.
"You can't beat him!"
Chen Anzhi looked around and felt again. After he could no longer feel Lao Kong's breath, he answered with a wry smile.
A full 1,000 shadows is indeed too thick.
"Then this time, is it his intention or yours?"
Tian An An asked with gleaming eyes.
But after he finished speaking, a feeling of pressure like the sky was falling came rushing towards Chen Anzhi.
If he was not prepared, the broken bluestone beneath his feet would be his own fate.
"They are all so successful!"
Feeling sad and angry in his heart, Chen Anzhi tried his best to bear the pressure of the sky collapsing and struggled to hold on.
However, this can't be blamed for Master Tian being so resentful.
After all, it had been nine years since he opened the hospital in Wangcheng, and Confucius never took his nephew to Tianjiazhuang to pay him a visit.
But you can't blame him.
Because it was not until the snowy night, when Chen Anzhi announced that he would govern the county, that old man told him that the old fat man in Tianjiazhuang was his uncle and could be used.
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