"This idiot prince has long been drained of his body by wine and sex. He relied on a few pills to forcibly raise his level. He is simply asking for his own death... I must make him look good in this competition!"
Cui Zhixia's smile gradually disappeared, her face turned cold, a bit of coldness shone from the corners of her narrow eyes, and even her voice became colder.
"You must not be reckless. If you really want to kill him in public, he is a prince after all and cannot ignore the court's face. Besides... His Majesty is not easy to explain!"
Cui Yizhong shook his head worriedly and spoke out to dissuade him.
"Father, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion. When the time comes, we will think of a way to deal with the rules of the competition. It is best to let the powerful masters from our Longmen Academy compete with Gu Qingzhou and pretend to miss... Gu Qingzhou will be disabled even if he does not die. When the time comes, Your Majesty can only blame him a few times. After all, the sword has no eyes. If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for not being good at learning..."
Cui Zhixia clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He exhaled a breath, remembering how he was humiliated by Gu Qingzhou, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.
Cui Yizhong wanted to say something else. Cui Zhixia didn't wait for him to speak. He stood up, picked up the teapot, and refilled the tea cup in his father's hand. His handsome face smiled slightly: "My father's worries, I understand. I have read the secret report carefully just now." , the five people selected by Zhixingyuan this time, except Gu Qingzhou, the others are He An, Qiu Fengqi, Feng Chun and Fan Dazhi!"
"This Qiu Fengqi is actually a member of the Zhenwu Sect. He is not a prominent person in Zhixing Academy. He became a blockbuster in this selection. His strength is indeed impressive. We have not discovered such a person. Otherwise, with the resources of our Longmen Academy, We will definitely be able to attract him!”
Cui Zhixia sighed sadly, lifted up her robe, and sat down next to Cui Yizhong.
"But this person is only at the peak of the God Refining Realm. No matter how powerful he is, his strength is limited. But this He An surprised me. I didn't expect that this humble wild boy could actually develop the legendary "Shocking Finger" "!"
"What?...The legendary "Shocking Finger"? Is it very powerful?"
Cui Yizhong couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, stood up and asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, it's just an unusual stunt. That old guy Li Xingzhi is very foresighted. He collected many martial arts secrets from previous dynasties and put them in his library. Unexpectedly, a mere fragment of a scroll could be used He An, this kid, is so lucky... he is so unlucky, and now the library is burned down by Zhixingyuan's own traitor, God help me!"
When Cui Zhixia said this, the lines on her face relaxed and she looked very happy.
"The burning of the library caused many officials in the DPRK and the Central Government to impeach Zhixingyuan. I thought His Majesty would punish Wei Zhilin severely, but unexpectedly he suppressed the matter and left it alone... His Majesty's thoughts are sometimes... really It’s hard to figure out.”
Cui Yizhong's eyes were shining, he slowly sat down while stroking his beard, shaking his head and sighing.
"He An first formed a quarrel with Meng Shu, and then injured several members of our Cui family on Yuanye. Even Cui Laoba was no match for him. I heard that Xin Wuming took action later and almost killed him. He was killed, but was saved by a driver..."
"The one Longmen Academy must deal with with all its strength is He An. During the Qingming competition, our people will face off against He An... As long as we can draw, Longmen Academy has a 70% chance of winning!"
Cui Zhixia stood up and walked slowly in the study.
"As for Feng Chun, it is said that he likes to fight for his life. A reckless man like this who kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred is nothing to worry about. When he meets a real master, he will know what the courage of an ordinary man is. I’m afraid there’s no chance!”
Cui Zhixia raised her chin proudly, as if she had the pearl of wisdom in her hand.
"The last one is Fan Dazhi. According to the secret report analysis, this kid knows a lot. He can control flying swords, mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, and even know magic circles. He is young and has practiced all kinds of skills. I see such a talented and intelligent person. If there are too many, they are usually omnipotent, but none of them are proficient. They are just flashy and have a false reputation. After all... not everyone in this world can be like the monster Li Xingzhi, who can master all kinds of stunts and practice to the top. of."
When Cui Yizhong heard this, his beard and eyebrows twitched with joy, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Xia'er, you are strategizing and you have everything under control, but this is a big matter, so you must be cautious. Sometimes a small change , will disrupt all your plans!
"It must be absolutely foolproof. If Longmen Academy wins this Qingming competition, Your Majesty... will make bigger moves in the future... By then, Zhixing Academy... will completely collapse!"
Outside the window, it was dark, and the moon hid in the clouds.
The branches blown by the wind rustled across the window lattice, and the night deepened.
The father and son in the study were still plotting something. The candlelight was bright, and two black figures were reflected on the window paper, looking terrifying...
The morning sun rises, and the sunlight shines golden on the ground.
The spring is warm and then cold, the mist gradually dissipates, but the air is still cold, and a touch of green appears in the dead grass on the ground.
The sound of reading loudly sounded in the school building of Zhixingyuan...
In a clearing at the back of the mountain, He An's legs were slightly bent, and his hands were wrapped around each other, as if he were holding an empty ball.
Not far away from him, Feng Chun and Qiu Fengqi also maintained the same posture. They had been standing for a long time.
Fan Dazhi quietly moved his toes, touched his somewhat empty stomach, raised his head, and looked at Cheng Ziya in front of him with some fear.
Cheng Ziya's tall figure blocked the sun, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. Fan Dazhi in the shadow lowered his head.
"Why don't you concentrate on practicing?"
Cheng Ziya lowered his head and put his hands on his hips, trying to keep his tone gentle, so as not to scare the timid fat man in front of him.
Despite this, the fat on Fan Dazhi's cheeks still trembled.
"Oh... my disciple is fat. If he stands for a long time and bends down for a long time, it will inevitably be... difficult..."
Fan Dazhi looked at Cheng Ziya timidly. The powerful aura of the head of the hospital made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
"Well...why didn't you take action during the sparring just now?"
Cheng Ziya laughed dumbly and suppressed the anger rising in his heart.
"Disciple... doesn't know how to fight!"
Fan Dazhi frowned and answered honestly.
"Then if the enemy wants to kill you, what will you do?"
Cheng Ziya frowned and clenched his fists.
"Run!"
Fan Dazhi took it as a matter of course and answered happily without hesitation.
"What if I can't run away?"
Cheng Ziya laughed angrily at this worthless guy and continued to question him.
"beg for mercy!"
Fan Dazhi thought for a moment and then lowered his head.
If you can't fight, run away, if you can't run, beg for mercy. Are these the outstanding disciples selected by the Zhixingyuan selection competition?
What a fucking talent!
Cheng Ziya took a deep breath and resisted the urge to slap the fat man in front of him to death.
He suddenly began to appreciate Feng Chun's fearless spirit.
"You... hit me with all your strength!"
Cheng Ziya's face turned pale, he stretched out his big hand and pointed at his lower abdomen.
"Ah? Disciple...don't dare!"
Fan Dazhi blinked in confusion, understood, and waved his hands in fright.
"I'll fight you as long as I'm told, don't bother me!"
Cheng Ziya took a step forward impatiently. The grass clippings and leaves on the ground were lifted up by his voice and scattered in the wind.
Fan Dazhi had no choice but to bite the bullet, clenched his fist, and punched Cheng Ziya in the lower abdomen with a weak punch.
"Use force!"
Faced with Cheng Ziya's angry reminder, Fan Dazhi gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, and punched hard.
The punch hit Cheng Ziya's lower abdomen, but it was like hitting a ball of cotton.
"Harder! Didn't you eat?"
Cheng Ziya glared at Fan Dazhi with hatred.
"Disciple is indeed...a little hungry!"
Fan Dazhi rubbed his sore and numb wrist and whispered innocently.
Cheng Ziya was so angry that he turned around and shouted: "He An!"
He An heard this and ran over quickly.
"Punch me with all your strength and show him how to do it!"
Cheng Ziya pointed at the dejected Fan Dazhi, patted his belly again, raised his fingers at He An, and stood still at his feet.
He An clasped his fists, saluted respectfully to the head of the hospital, and stood with his hands down. With a long inhalation sound, his body popped out like a bow.
With the crackling of the joints of his arms, a punch carrying a strong wind hit Cheng Ziya hard in the lower abdomen...
He An's punch was astonishingly powerful.
The back of Cheng Ziya's black robe swayed, and the two sleeves fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings.
The dust stirred beneath his feet, and several cracks appeared in the solid earth.
"Did you see that? This is called punching!"
After receiving a punch, Cheng Ziya seemed completely unaware. He spoke to Fan Dazhi, glanced at He An approvingly, and murmured in his heart that this brat is really strong.
"continue!"
As Cheng Ziya's voice sounded in the wind, He An returned to his original position and continued to stand.
Fan Dazhi looked helpless and clenched his fists again...
The sun shines on the attic and also on the table in front of Wei Zhilin. There is a plum blossom broken in the middle of winter in a porcelain vase. The petals have long withered.
Wei Zhilin was lying at his desk copying "Zhi Xing Lu". His writing hand was very steady, and his handwriting was powerful yet elegant.
Wei Zhilin drew one stroke at a time, writing in regular script on a piece of paper, and glanced at the yellowed "Zhi Xing Lu" on the desk.
It was the handwriting of his mentor Li Xingzhi, and Wei Zhilin copied it countless times.
Thinking of his mentor, Wei Zhilin was a little distracted.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh, polished his pen on a simple inkstone, and started writing again on the blank rice paper.
Wei Zhilin's cursive script changes at will, like a red cliff and a ravine, or a dragon leaping over a clear spring.
He swayed freely, and the style of the words was formed in one stroke, with occasional discontinuities, but the blood flow was continuous.
When I wrote the last word "Zhi", I stroked and stroked it heartily, as if I wanted to tear through the paper and leave!
If He An saw this scene, he would be surprised to find that the head of Zhixingyuan is also an unparalleled calligraphy master.
