Fang Yizhi was summoned by the teacher and took medicine to He An to heal his injuries. After returning to Zhixingyuan, he learned that Lu Zhengqing was looking for him. Lu Zhengqing was one of the first teachers since the establishment of Zhixing Academy. He was an upright man, rigorous and upright in his teaching. He treated everyone equally regardless of his family background, whether he was a descendant of an official or a commoner, and he was deeply respected by his students.
Fang Yizhi also respected this teacher very much. Unexpectedly, when Lu Zhengqing saw Fang Yizhi, he blew his beard and glared, and his tone was very bad. He rebuked Fang Yizhi, saying that Zhixingyuan is famous all over the world and sends you teachers to various parts of the country. On the one hand, you can increase the experience of future teachers and educate people, and on the other hand, you can select outstanding talents for the college. But you are better, what a naughty boy? It is really unreasonable for all the boastful disciples to come to Zhixingyuan.
Fang Yizhi saw that he looked unkind and still asked the specific reason tepidly. Lu Zhengqing rolled his eyelids and talked about Fan Dazhi's performance in the examination room. He checked afterwards and found that this naughty guy was recommended by Fang Yizhi.
Fang Yizhi couldn't laugh or cry. He explained that although Fan Dazhi grew up in a remote mountain village, this student was kind-hearted, simple in character and extremely talented.
Lu Zhengqing was so angry that he laughed instead. Is he extremely talented? Go and ask for his test papers. I want to see how high he is?
Fang Yizhi did not argue with him and went to the test paper archive to get Fan Dazhi's test paper and He An's test paper too. I secretly thought that if Fan Dazhi really failed the exam, He An, a kid who has always been calm, would definitely not make mistakes. If this was a mistake, it would be better to have an explanation.
Lu Zhengqing saw that he had taken two test papers, so he didn't ask any questions. He took Fan Dazhi's test paper in his hand first and took a quick glance at it. He saw that the handwriting on his head was densely packed with small regular letters, and the handwriting was neat and evenly spaced. His calligraphy was mediocre without any attainments, but it felt a little awkward to see a dignified man writing in small regular script with hairpins that looked like a woman's, and I felt a little disdainful in my heart.
Lu Zhengqing endured his temper, frowned and stroked his sparse beard, and began to review the contents of the test paper. His brows furrowed more and more as he looked at it. Judging from the answers on the paper, the candidates were very familiar with the test questions. Many of the answers were well-referenced and easy to read, but they often came up with witty remarks that were thought-provoking.
Lu Zhengqing held his sparse beard in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. Some of the questions were so difficult that they were actually out of the scope of the beginner disciple test and were extra-point optional questions. However, this guy responded with ingenious thinking and expounded with profound knowledge. , which amazed Lu Zhengqing.
"Wonderful, wonderful, I haven't seen such an excellent answer sheet for many years!" Lu Zhengqing's beard and eyebrows twitched excitedly: "Where is this kid now? Come and see me quickly!"
Fang Yizhi replied slowly: "Fan Dazhi is not yet a disciple of my Zhixing Academy and cannot enter according to regulations. When he passes the entry test and becomes a formal disciple, I will definitely bring him to see you. I brought two candidates this time, and another This one is also pretty good, Mr. Lu, please take a look at it!" He said and handed over He An's test paper.
Lu Zhengqing took it and unfolded it. He saw that the handwriting was thick and thick, with iron hooks and silver strokes. It looked like gold and stone.
He An is very fond of practicing calligraphy, and He Kui often guides him in writing calligraphy. Although he is young, he is already quite accomplished in calligraphy.
Lu Zhengqing looked at it and nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad. This boy's writing skills are mixed, his font structure is dignified and unique, and he combines the strengths of several famous calligraphers from the previous dynasties. He has a style of his own. If he practices diligently in the future, he will definitely become a great master of the generation." .
Looking at the content of the answers, the words are sharp and the views are upright. They are also very good, and I can't help but feel relieved. He picked up the ink pen on the case and said: "These two dolls are very good. I'm interested in them. I will mark them on behalf of the marking teacher!" After saying that, he wrote on the two test papers: A, Lu Zhengqing read.
After He An took the pills given by Fang Yizhi, the pain in his chest suddenly subsided, his body no longer felt cold, and his exercise became more enjoyable than before. After another day, he was basically recovered. At the inn, he and Fan Dazhi sparred from time to time, quietly waiting for the martial arts test the day after tomorrow.
The martial arts test is held in ten training halls of Zhixingyuan. Each hall has a martial arts teacher, and candidates can choose any one to enter. The assessment method is very simple. Candidates can use all their strength to attack at will, and the teacher will comprehensively consider and judge the results.
Time went by very quickly, and it was time for the martial arts test in a blink of an eye. He An and Fan Dazhi lined up in a long queue again, following the flow of people into Zhixingyuan.
The two of them looked at the practice halls one after another in front of them, with eye-catching signs such as A, B, C, D, E, etc. written on the door. Fan Dazhi scratched his head and said: "Xiao An, there are so many examination rooms, which one should we go to?"
He An glanced at the crowd of people around him and said with a smile: "There are so many people, it doesn't matter to us, any one will do." He then pointed at the training hall No. Don’t have to wait too long.”
Many candidates thought that the teachers in the front training hall must be great, so they lined up for the five training halls at the back: Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui. Everyone secretly had the same idea, and there were relatively few people in the front row in the practice hall.
The two of them were queuing up in Hall A. A candidate in front came out in disgrace and spat on the ground angrily: "This teacher is really amazing. I couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes after beating me for a long time, but he kicked me." Come out. I want to see who can last longer than me today."
After he finished speaking, he stood aside angrily, watching the candidates entering the queue one by one, and then exiting in despair. He couldn't help but gloat and clapped his hands and laughed.
Some people in the examination room were happy and some were worried, and there were complaints and cheers from time to time. Not long after, it was He An's turn. Fan Dazhi grinned at him and made a thumbs up gesture on his chest. He An took a deep breath and walked in.
The practice hall for the exam is very large. It is usually used by Zhixingyuan for students to attend classes, and it is also a place for students to practice and compete.
He An walked up to the assessment teacher, bowed and said hello to the teacher.
The assessment teacher Qiu Qingxi is a master of the Hedao Realm. More than ten years ago, he was a hussar captain in the rebel force of Liang Dynasty. When he was fighting against the elite cavalry of the Liang Kingdom, he was attacked by an ambush from the Liang Kingdom. In order to cover the retreat of his subordinates, One man fought against the eighteen flying cavalry of the Liang Kingdom. Although he successfully broke through, he also suffered serious internal injuries. Later, after half a year of treatment, the fortune teller came back, but it had fallen from the Hedao realm to the Huanxu realm. Due to frequent injuries, he bid farewell to the army for half his life and became a teaching teacher at Zhixingyuan.
Qiu Qingxi glanced at the young man in front of him indifferently, picked up a stick of sandalwood from the table in the hall, cut off half of it, inserted the remaining half into the incense burner on the table, lit it and said: "The rules of the exam must be determined by you. It’s understood that I don’t bother to fight with juniors. Within half a stick of incense, you only need to catch the corner of my clothes to be considered qualified. Let’s get started, just use your full strength and don’t hold back at all.”
He An didn't say much. He moved his body and used Suiyun Sanshou. His movements were smooth and fluid, his movements were light and changeable, as fast as lightning and as cunning as a civet cat.
Qiu Qingxi seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke, his movements were very fast and silent, but his speed was terrifying. No matter how hard He An pursued, he could never catch a piece of his clothes.
He An was both surprised and excited, finally having the opportunity to learn from a real master. He exchanged various movements in succession, almost catching the opponent each time, but just by the slightest chance, the opponent seemed to have missed the ground and had already lost a thousand miles.
The two of them were chasing each other in the training hall, and suddenly the room was filled with wind and their clothes were rustling. The two silhouettes flew past the hall desk and turned around the pillars at lightning speed. He An's speed was still on par with the teacher at first, but after two laps, he gradually dropped by half a body.
While He An was chasing after him quickly, he was thinking secretly. The opponent's aura was long and his movements were erratic. He moved without any warning. He didn't see his shoulders hunched or his knees bent. He jumped several feet away. He looked like a ghost. At this rate. If you go down, you will definitely lose. He secretly used the mental technique taught to him by He Kui, took a big leap, and suddenly advanced forward at a speed that even he had not expected. He was only a few feet away from Qiu Qingxi in an instant.
"Time's up...!" Qiu Qingxi said at the right time. He An turned to look at the hall table and saw light smoke curling up, and half of the incense stick was burned out.
"Yes, it's rare to have such a level of cultivation at such a young age... Who is your master? What's his name?" Qiu Qingxi asked He Andao with a smile on his face.
"I... my uncle taught me. His name is He Kui!" He An replied respectfully.
"He Kui? He Kui!..." Qiu Qingxi frowned, this name was very unfamiliar, and he couldn't find any relevant information in his mind.
Qiu Qingxi asked He An's name again, and wrote in the student directory at the hall: He An, above.
Looking at He An's leaving figure, Qiu Qingxi sighed secretly in his heart: It seems that the world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I wonder what kind of person He Kui is. He can teach such a terrifying boy. It only takes half a minute at night. , he may have caught more than just the corners of his clothes...
When He An came out of the test, he felt that everyone was looking at him with complicated eyes, including jealousy, envy, admiration, unwillingness and other emotions.
Seeing his success, Fan Dazhi smiled, gave him another thumbs up, and walked into the practice hall with his head held high.
Qiu Qingxi was sighing when he saw another fat candidate walking in. He concentrated his mind and repeated what he had just said to He An, then lit up half a stick of incense. As soon as the cigarette rose, there was a sudden sound of wind behind him, and Fan Dazhi Already rubbed his body and pounced on him. Qiu Qingxi drifted away like a wisp of blue smoke, feeling secretly depressed in his heart. How could he have the same movement skills as the student just now?
Qiu Qingxi quickly found out that this little fat guy was far slower than the student just now, but he was more flexible and versatile. He breathed a sigh of relief, his feet not slowing down at all, but soon he was shocked to find that the speed of this little fat man with an unassuming appearance was constantly increasing. The two of them were chasing each other in the hall, and the little fat man kept feinting to test his speed. It actually increased three times within ten breaths, and it is still rising.
Qiu Qingxi shook his head and smiled secretly in his heart. The little guy still didn't understand the principle of a big rush but not enough, and persistence would not last long. He was so impatient, after all, he was young and energetic.
But soon, the opponent was already on par with him, and his figure was erratic, swaying from side to side, often coming towards him from unexpected angles.
Qiu Qingxi's speed increased sharply. He supported the pillar with one hand and turned in a circle. His body suddenly flew sideways. Fan Dazhi almost flew over at the same time, like two swifts rushing through the water, one behind the other, one behind the other.
This one seemed to be more difficult to deal with than the previous one. Just when Qiu Qingxi had such an idea, Fan Dazhi suddenly stopped. He looked at the half-burned incense stick, scratched his face, and said: "Alas... pity!"
"Huh? What's the pity?" Qiu Qingxi also stopped and asked curiously.
"It's a pity that students only have half time to burn incense, otherwise..." Fan Dazhi said timidly, licking his lips.
"Oh - otherwise, what about you?" Qiu Qingxi was suddenly very interested in this little fat man, with a hint of joking on his face.
"If it takes just a stick of incense, the students are guaranteed to be able to catch the teacher's clothes." Fan Dazhi said confidently, his eyes shining.
"Oh... why are you so sure? Don't brag in front of me!" Qiu Qingxi laughed, smiling very kindly.
"When I was young, I... stole food from home, and my father always chased me and beat me. After I became seven years old, he could no longer catch me. Sometimes I was afraid that he would be angry, so I had to let him catch me on purpose. "Fan Dazhi spoke of the past with a very sincere tone.
"Oh! You're a seven-year-old baby, can't adults catch you? Don't lie!" Qiu Qingxi said with a half-smile.
"Students don't dare. I just know how to predict. Every time I run in front and my dad is chasing me from behind, I can predict where he will take action and avoid it in advance. Later, my dad also found out and changed He tried his best to catch me, but he still couldn’t because I could predict his predictions.”
"Oh! So you are really talented?" Qiu Qingxi was successfully amused by this little fat guy. This little guy is a bit interesting.
"Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can come and arrest me. How about we exchange things?" Fan Dazhi seemed a little embarrassed and also laughed.
"Okay! I can't catch you within three breaths. Even if you pass successfully, let's start!" Qiu Qingxi's body moved as soon as he finished speaking.
A few feet away, Qiu Qingxi suddenly floated closer, running faster and faster. His palms had already grabbed Fan Dazhi's shoulders. At the same time, Fan Dazhi also grabbed the hem of Qiu Qingxi's waist. The two said in unison: "I got you!"
Qiu Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then he realized it and laughed loudly: "That's right, that's right. Although it was a trick, it was still a success!"
Fan Dazhi bowed respectfully and prepared to leave.
Qiu Qingxi suddenly said: "How did you come up with this method?"
Fan Dazhi scratched his head and said with a smile: "When I was a child, my father took my mother and me on his back to escape. We had to walk a long, long way. I often heard what he said!"
"What?" Qiu Qingxi asked with interest.
"He said, if the mountain doesn't come towards me, I will walk towards it!"
