He An and Fan Dazhi did not have any suspense and successfully passed the Zhixingyuan entry disciple assessment test. After the results are released, all students who pass the test will be admitted to Zhixingyuan in ten days.
In the inn, the two of them counted all the silver coins in the package, fifty-two taels and six coins. If Fan Dazhi hadn't been eating and drinking too much recently, there would probably be more.
He An and Fan Dazhi went out to buy a lot of things in the morning. They had lived a hard life with their uncle since childhood. Apart from buying pens, inks, paper and inkstones for writing, and necessities for daily life, He An didn't have much expenses.
Fan Dazhi has an unusual passion for food. In less than two months, he has already told He An in detail which pork head meat is the most fragrant in Luoyang City and which store has the most delicious yokan. He had squandered most of the money his father had given him before leaving.
"After entering Zhixingyuan, we will become official disciples in the future. Maybe we will have a chance to meet the legendary Imperial Master. It will be late autumn soon, and the weather will get colder. We still need to buy two decent clothes, Feifei Her mother often said that people rely on their clothes, their horses rely on their saddles, and their ambitions. You can't always wear wrinkled clothes and embarrass your father." He An arranged the books on the couch and said to Fan Dazhi seriously.
"No matter how well-dressed you are, if your character is not up to par, you will still lose your beauty on the outside. Some people can't just look at their appearance, like me... no matter what I wear, I still can't hide my damn charming temperament..." Fan Dazhi shook his head. Di said to He An.
Seeing that He An didn't respond, he rubbed his hands again with a playful smile: "Uh... Xiao An, um... we will enter Zhixingyuan soon. We have a heavy workload, so I'm afraid we won't have much chance to hang out. I heard that the food in the kitchen of Zhixingyuan is all gone. It's a clear soup with little water, shall we have dinner tonight... Well... I know there is a Yip's Pork Trotter in Lichunfang... It's very good!"
Fan Dazhi smiled a little flatteringly, but he couldn't help it. Although he and He An were of the same age, he was willing to listen to He An on everything since they were together since they were young, because He An was more mature than him and knew how to do things appropriately and decisively.
As expected, He An smiled and deliberately sighed in an old-fashioned way: "Dazhi, you are a genius who is delayed by eating and drinking. Sometimes I even doubt that maybe you were starved to death in your last life, so you have to double your efforts in this life." Eat it back!"
Although it was already afternoon, the streets were still bustling with people. In the crowded alley, a carriage and a vendor's cart were squeezed together. The two refused to give way to each other, making the alley even more congested. The anxious crowd scolded the vegetable seller. The aunt threw a rotten egg into the carriage. The broken eggshell was sticky with brown liquid, which crawled downwards along the carriage wall.
The horseman driving the cart was sweating profusely and waving his whip. The skinny old horse pulling the cart kicked his hooves hard. A few powerful men rolled up their sleeves. They lifted the vendor's cart. The old horse's hooves ticked. The ticking beat on the bluestone in the alley, the carriage creaked away, and the crowd in the alley resumed its flow like water that had been opened.
He An and Fan Dazhi followed the crowd out of the alley. They walked through three streets and finally arrived at a row of shops hanging cloth clothes. Every shop here is very lively, with an endless stream of people coming and going. There are businessmen in hurried and well-dressed clothes, young women holding handkerchiefs and whispering to their companions, and many who look like He An and Fan Dazhi. The same new students.
The two of them walked to the door of a clothing store with the plaque "Changhao Clothing Shop". The door of this store was grand, with two lanterns hanging on both sides, which was very impressive.
There were seven or eight young men around the same age as He An gathered at the door of the store. One of them was richly dressed and handsome, but his eyes were too narrow and he looked a little cold.
The others were surrounding him like stars holding the moon, and they were chattering away. When they saw He An and Fan Dazhi approaching, the richly dressed young man glanced coldly, pursed his thin lips and sneered.
Fan Dazhi looked at the huge plaque of the shop and then at the two lanterns at the door. Unexpectedly, he recalled the "Furong Pavilion" last time. He frowned and said that this one must be expensive. Let's go to other places and look at them. Don't go in. .
Before He An could answer, a sneer came from the side. The richly dressed young man in the crowd spat on the ground and said contemptuously: "Poor guy!"
After he finished speaking, he pointed to the shop and said to the teenagers surrounding him: "This is the shop. Whatever you choose, it's mine!" He looked arrogant and provocative and spat at He An and Fan Dazhi again.
This domineering young man's name is Cui Mengshu, a direct descendant of the Cui family of Fanyang County. His father is Cui Lishen, the Minister of Household Affairs. Although he is only a third-rank official in the imperial court, the Cui family of Fanyang County is now very popular in the court. The current empress is a member of the Cui family. In addition to the late emperor's uprising, the Cui family in Fanyang County also had the merit of following the dragon. The Cui family is already the most prominent family in Dachen.
Cui Mengshu has been feeling unhappy recently. His family founded Longmen Academy, and even His Majesty wrote the inscription. What an honor it is.
I originally wanted to enter Longmen Academy, but my father forced me to apply for Zhixingyuan. He also said that Zhixingyuan has a profound foundation and knows the art of war, which is so confusing that it is difficult to figure out.
Originally, with his family background, he could respond to hundreds of requests and show off his power in Longmen Academy, but now he is forced to come to Po Zhixing Academy, which is getting lonely day by day. There are not half as many people as Longmen Academy.
And they are all the children of low-ranking officials or poor people. It seems that sooner or later their family's Longmen Academy will be bankrupted. What fun can they have? It makes people angry just thinking about it.
He An saw that the other party was a richly dressed dandy and was too lazy to argue with such a person. He pulled Fan Dazhi and walked forward silently. Cui Mengshu saw that the two country boys turned a blind eye to him and was secretly angry.
The group of teenagers around him were all candidates admitted to Zhixingyuan. Their families were not as powerful as Cui Mengshu, and they followed him around to flatter him all day long. Their parents also followed them, and they also hoped that they could establish a relationship with the Cui family. These people are used to observing what is happening, and some can’t wait to start fanning the flames.
"Hey...it seems like these two boys don't take Master Cui seriously? How courageous!" one person said, feigning anger.
"No, that little fat guy seems very unconvinced and is still chewing something in his mouth. Is he probably scolding Mr. Cui?" someone said.
"At first glance, he looks like a country boy, he doesn't know the heights of the world!" one person laughed.
"If you dare not give Mr. Cui some face, you won't give our brother some face. These two little bastards deserve a beating!" one man said in a fake tone.
"If you dare to mess with our Young Master Cui, I don't think he knows how many eyes Lord Ma has," one person echoed.
Cui Mengshu could no longer hold back and spat out a few words viciously through his teeth: "Stop them! - Give - me - a beating!"
A few bad guys received orders from Cui Mengshu and rushed towards He An and Fan Dazhi with all their teeth and claws. One of them clenched his fist and punched He An hard on the back of the neck. Another person bent down and picked up half a piece of green grass from the ground. Brick, these people have been very experienced in stealing and fighting since they were young.
He An was holding Fan Dazhi while he was walking. The two of them suddenly jumped in front of him and blocked his way. They smiled evilly and said, "You brat, you want to leave after you offend our Young Master Cui?"
Just as He An was about to speak, he felt the sound of wind blowing behind his head. He hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the attack. The guy who was attacking from behind missed with a punch, raised his leg and kicked him. The three of them punched and kicked He An at the same time.
These people were very fast, but He An's fists were even faster. Before they could react, He An used fists to fists, legs to legs, fists and fists intertwined, and the shadows of legs collided head-on.
"Pa", "pa" and "pa" made three crisp sounds. One of the three villains bowed down in pain and became a shrimp, and the other two fell directly to the ground. He An saw that they were about the same age as him and looked like students who had taken the Zhixingyuan test, so he only used 30% of his strength to attack. He did not expect that the other party would be so unbearable.
At this moment, Fan Dazhi let out a cry of pain. He An turned his head and saw four other bad guys surrounding him. Two of them grabbed his arms tightly, one of them held his neck from behind, and the other guy started fucking him. Half of the brick jumped up and hit him on the head.
Fan Dazhi blushed and struggled desperately. The brick hit his shoulder and debris flew everywhere.
He An was immediately angry.
When Cui Mengshu saw that young man who was dressed in ordinary clothes but handsome, so handsome that he was even a little jealous, he knocked down his subordinate with three punches and two kicks. A sharp light flashed in the corner of his eyes: "I didn't expect that brat to know Kung Fu. No wonder I had to kill myself." Keep it in mind." He touched the soft gold whip wrapped around his waist and quietly approached.
In anger, He An increased his speed to the extreme and arrived at Fan Dazhi's side almost instantly. The evil young man who was holding his neck from behind heard the sound of the wind. When he raised his head, he saw a fist. The fist was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. , his vision went dark, and severe pain hit his brain with tears and runny nose.
He An slapped him again with his backhand, causing the other villain who was holding Fan Dazhi's arm to spin around like a spinning top. He was so dizzy that just when he reacted, He An kicked away the guy who hit him with a brick.
He An punched the last person, and suddenly there was a shrill roar behind him, and a soft golden whip whipped up like a spotted viper, bringing up a fierce wind.
He An hurriedly jumped towards Fan Dazhi, and at the same time he flew up with a kite and turned over, barely avoiding it.
The tip of the whip brushed against Fan Dazhi's headscarf, reverberating rapidly like a poisonous snake, making a heart-stopping explosion in the air, and whipped towards He An again like lightning.
He An frowned slightly, squinting his eyes and looking at the shadow of the whip shaking like a rattlesnake, and the luxuriously dressed figure holding the end of the whip.
He An took a step back, then quickly took a step forward, advancing and retreating at an incredible speed. In the midst of the lightning and flint, the whip was stepped on by his feet, like a snake being stepped on by seven inches.
Cui Mengshu's face turned pale, and he couldn't move even with all his strength. The long whip in his hand was nailed to the ground like a spotted snake.
Several of the men who were following him staggered and crawled to his side. He An suddenly moved his feet away. Cui Mengshu was caught off guard and fell backwards, falling solidly to the ground.
"Master Cui!"
Several friends hurriedly helped Cui Mengshu up. The fall left him disgraced. He had never made such a big ugly appearance since he was a child. He looked at the back of He An helping Fan Dazhi, with a hint of ferocity on his face.
Cui Mengshu frowned and began to perform the exercises silently. Suddenly, a slight rapid buzzing sound came from the sleeves of his robe, and a strange friction sound was like a cicada flapping its wings.
Sweat quickly broke out on his forehead. He waved his sleeves and a small golden sword flew out.
The golden sword was two inches long and about a finger wide. As Cui Mengshu waved his hand and pointed far away, it circled and danced with great flexibility. It suddenly turned into a golden light and stabbed He Anxin's mouth very quickly.
Several of his knowledgeable subordinates exclaimed: "Zongjian Sect Spirit Sword!"
The Zongjian Sect is famous all over the world for its swordsmanship and casting skills. The master of the sect, Dongfang Fangkai, is one of the four great masters. He can kill people with his sword at will.
It is said in the world that Dongfang Fangkai competes with Meng Xinghe, the leader of the Zhenwu Sect, and may be slightly inferior, but if they fight for their lives, the one who survives in the end will definitely be Dongfang Fangkai.
The weapons forged by Zongjianmen are as sharp as clay, and even the Dachen Empire and the Xiliang Kingdom covet them for their forging skills. With Han Zongwang's strong military force, he was full of praise when he encountered the swords of Zongjianmen.
The art of casting has always been an undisclosed secret of the Zongjian Sect, and the spirit swords cast in particular are unique. The wearer has been nourishing the sword with his spiritual thoughts for a long time, and can use the sword as he wishes, and is extremely flexible.
Cui Mengshu's spiritual sword flew out as fast as lightning, and He An couldn't avoid it for a moment.
Fan Dazhi caught a glimpse of golden light from the corner of his eye, and it arrived in an instant. In a hurry, he pushed He An.
He An leaned aside and heard a "puff" sound. His upper arm was stabbed by the spirit sword, and blood suddenly spurted out. He was furious. This man struck repeatedly, provoking him first. He was forced to fight back, but the other party actually made such a killing move. This sword was bone-deep, and the pain was unbearable. In anger, he pulled out the small sword from his arm and threw it to the ground, then ran towards Cui Mengshu and struck with all his strength.
He An was extremely fast and struck Cui Mengshu's chest with a palm. Cui Mengshu couldn't dodge it. He was hit and his body flew upside down, his sternum collapsed, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell into the dust, motionless.
All this happened so suddenly. It was not until Fan Dazhi and He An helped each other to leave that the few bad boys who followed Cui Mengshu recovered from their shock. They were struggling to carry their leader, panicking like a dog leaving home. go.
