In the early morning, He An woke up from his sleep. His lower abdomen was bulging, but he felt more refreshed than ever before. What surprised him most was that scabs had fallen off in several of the wounds on his body overnight. There was a light white mark on the skin, leaving no scar at all.
What kind of magic elixir is this? It's so wonderful. Thinking of Han Chanjuan's cute and shrewd appearance at that time, He An couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"Xiao An... this is reserved for you, don't you try it?" Fan Dazhi washed his face and gnawed on a chicken leg, and said to He An with a smile on his face: "I was really afraid that you would go crazy last night, but that kind of You know the situation...no one else can help, but fortunately...fortunately, your cultivation has improved again!"
"It's just a fluke, Dazhi, why do you think we practice so hard... for?" He An was in a good mood. He took out a set of clothes from the cabinet and put them on, and soaked the blood-stained robe from yesterday in the basin.
"Yeah! Of course it's so that I can stand out one day!" Fan Dazhi took a bite of the frozen, hard chicken leg and answered in a loud voice while chewing hard.
"No..." He An shook his head and said thoughtfully: "Only by strengthening yourself can you not be bullied by others and protect... the people you want to protect!" After saying that, he fastened the belt around his waist and patted it. Fan Dazhi's shoulder: "Let's go! Get up early in the morning and eat meat. You may become a round ball one day!"
He An and Fan Dazhi went out together. The sky was terribly gloomy, with dark clouds stacking up in the sky like lead, and heavy snow fell on the ground.
By the time the two of them had breakfast in the dining hall, the stone path leading to the school building was covered with snow. The two of them followed the students in small groups on the road where the snow had been trampled into ice water. The roof of the dormitory was completely white.
Several female students passed by, laughing and chasing each other. A naughty girl picked up a ball of snow from the flower garden and threw it to her companions. For a moment, the snow ball was flying, and the warblers and swallows were making a fuss. Pedestrians frequently glance sideways.
Unexpectedly, a snowball flew over and hit Fan Dazhi right in the face. Snow foam splashed everywhere, and everyone burst into laughter. Fan Dazhi wiped his face in confusion. When he saw the beautiful female student who accidentally hit him, he opened his mouth, but his face turned red before he even said the reproachful words.
The woman who caused the trouble stuck out her tongue playfully and quickly caught up with her companions, leaving only a scent of fragrant wind and a laughter like silver bells...
He An walked to the small square in front of the school building, and his face suddenly became ugly. This place was densely populated, and all the students who got up for class in the morning had to pass by here.
A tall and burly figure stood proudly in the crowd. The man's shoulders were covered with snow, and his robe covered half of his face. Facing the crowd, he stood still like a rock in the torrent. It was Sun Biao.
Seeing He An approaching, Sun Biao shook up his arms across his chest and shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders. He still took out the "War Letter" from his arms and looked at He An with arrogance, disdain and With complex expressions such as disdain, he handed it over stubbornly as always...
To his surprise, He An actually answered.
This time there was no hesitation at all. He An calmly accepted the "Letter of War" with an expressionless face, just like taking over the homework assigned by the teacher in class.
"Tomorrow at noon, you and I will fight!" Sun Biao gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.
"Okay! But... I have a request." He An smiled calmly.
"Tell me!" Sun Biao raised his eyebrows. He hadn't seen him for a few days. The guy in front of him seemed different. He couldn't explain the specific changes.
"Since we have a fight, pure victory or defeat is meaningless. How about we add a little bet and give the other party a hundred taels of silver for whoever loses?" He An looked at the tough and persistent man in front of him.
"Okay!" Sun Biao agreed without hesitation. It was a joke. It was only a hundred taels of silver. Even if he lost, he didn't have to pay out of his own pocket. Someone would pay for it. Besides, could he lose?
Many students nearby looked at He An and Sun Biao. These days, this familiar battle scene was performed almost every day, and everyone had lost interest.
Soon, the news of He An's battle began to spread in Zhixing Academy, but it still did not cause any waves, just like the heavy snow today, which did not bring any shock to the students of Zhixing Academy.
In the eyes of everyone, He An has always avoided fighting, and his current actions are nothing more than maintaining his pitiful dignity because he cannot bear the reputation of being a coward who is afraid of fighting.
As for the result of this battle, everyone thought it would be a one-sided crushing of strength. After all, being timid and avoiding battles is a sign of lack of confidence. How can you make everyone have confidence in you?
In the classroom of the school, Yan Zhongjie is teaching the etiquette in "The Six Arts of the Gentleman". It is said that the auspicious ceremony is the top of the five etiquettes, and it is mainly a sacrificial ceremony for gods, earth, humans and ghosts. Sacrifice to the gods: Haotian God; worship the sun, moon and stars... He talked with great interest, but the students below him became drowsy.
He glanced at Fan Dazhi, who was dozing in his seat, and felt very unhappy. Then he saw that He An seemed a little absent-minded. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "These two students, Lu Zhengqing often praises, but they are also so unconscious." Heart……"
He An was really not very interested in this lengthy ancient etiquette. He quietly turned his head to look at Han Chanjuan's position. The seat was empty and the beauty was still missing. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Ding Wenruo sat by the window, looking at the white snow outside the window, feeling confused. I turned my head for a while, and my eyes seemed to be completely white. I heard what the teacher was talking about, but my thoughts were flying far away like the wind and snow outside the window...
"He will have a fight with someone tomorrow. Can he win?"
"He has endured it for so long and finally accepted the "War Letter". Could it be that... he is sure of victory?"
"If he loses, will he feel shameless? He will never be so high-spirited from now on, so..."
"Oh...it's none of your business, why are you worrying so much?"
Ding Wenruo thought to himself, and finally asked himself in annoyance, suddenly feeling his cheeks feel a little hot. He turned around and couldn't help but look at He An's seat. He An happened to be looking towards him as well. Ding Wenruo was greatly embarrassed and hurriedly lowered his head with a blushing face.
He An looked at the heavy snow outside the window and felt a little relieved. The snow was too heavy today, and it might be difficult for carriages and horses to move...
During the lunch break, a group of male students gathered around He An and didn’t know what to say. For a moment, someone started shouting...
"He An, we all think highly of you! You must win!" A student waved his fist and shouted with determination.
"Yes! He An, you are going to beat that kid to the ground. You are too arrogant. You have issued the "War Letter" again and again. This is a provocation, a serious provocation..." A tall and tall student He echoed loudly.
"He An, please let me go and beat him, beat him hard, even if you can't beat him and you really lose, I will pay for the one hundred taels of silver, I have a lot of money..." The cross-eyed one who usually shouts the most fiercely The student stretched his neck and shouted excitedly like a fighting cock.
"If you beat him and don't subdue him completely, he will think that we are easy to bully. A few days ago, when we went to the dining hall to eat, some people pointed fingers, and someone said: "Well, you see, this guy is just learning from that coward He An. "...I've had enough!" The mature and prudent student threw the brush on the desk and said angrily.
"He An, that Sun Biao is said to be practicing the Mountain Moving Palm, which is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated. We will all go to cheer you up when the time comes!" The male student with pimples on his face rubbed his chin with his hand and said in deep thought.
"Okay! Since Brother He An has accepted the "War Letter", he must have a countermeasure in mind, and he will go all out. When he wins the competition tomorrow, I will hold a banquet in the Grand View Tower to celebrate. You will not come back until you are drunk!" Gu Qingzhou He laughed loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into applause.
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Ding Wenruo looked at the flying snow outside the window and listened to everyone's conversation, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. She was usually quiet and elegant, but now she was a little upset for no reason. It was as if a stone had been thrown into the calm lake of her heart, causing ripples...
"These men all pretend to be gentle on weekdays. When it comes to fighting and killing, they are full of excitement. They like to fight bravely and show off their courage. They forget about the saint's forgiveness that the teacher often taught... He is the only one... repeatedly Rejecting unreasonable and boring invitations to fight, and only fighting back when forced... Is this what the so-called modest gentleman is?"
Ding Wenruo was thinking wildly when the bell for class interrupted her thoughts. She pretended to tilt her head inadvertently and looked at He An's seat. The students surrounding her began to disperse, and a very handsome face next to her came into view and smiled at her.
Ding Wenruo's heart trembled, and she pursed her lips shyly in a daze. When she saw clearly that the person was Gu Qingzhou, her pretty face suddenly became cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.
The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the school building is getting colder and colder. Two braziers were lit in the corner. Many students rubbed their hands and couldn't help but kick their feet that were numb from the cold, causing dust on the ground to spread everywhere. .
He An spent the entire afternoon in anticipation. Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Han Chanjuan was not seen.
Because of the severe cold weather, classes at Zhixingyuan were dismissed earlier than usual, and the dining room began to cook ginger soup to keep out the cold. Through several green pines whose branches were bent by heavy snow, white smoke could be seen rising from the tall chimneys.
He An and Fan Dazhi followed the crowd out of the school building, their feet crunching on the snow. It was the first time for some students from the south to see such heavy snow. They ran happily on the snow, laughing and playing. …
Ding Wenruo tightened the white cloak around his body and walked slowly. He couldn't help but steal a glance at He An not far away. Snowflakes stuck to the bangs in front of her forehead, and her black hair seemed to be dotted with stars. The cold wind blew across her face, and a few snowflakes covered her eyelashes. Ding Wenruo blinked, and the snowflakes melted quickly, flowing down her cheeks like tears...
"Hello!" Ding Wenruo hesitated to speak as he looked at the familiar figure in the wind and snow, but finally plucked up the courage to shout.
"Oh... Wen Ruo... you haven't gone back yet?" He An responded, looking at the beautiful woman not far away.
"Well...tomorrow...you will definitely win!" Ding Wenruo bit his lip, hesitated for a while and shouted, then turned and walked away.
The reflection of the snow dazzled He An. The woman in the snow was already drifting away, her graceful figure like a white lotus...
