10. 玎acre

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Da Ren Academy, the buildings with clear black and white are the buildings of schools.

One of them is no different from the others.

But the atmosphere inside is very unusual.

Neatly arranged tables and chairs, a clean and bright environment, sit with a group of young and girls who can be said to be the pride of heaven.

One of the teenagers sat where the gentleman should sit, with his back leaning on the chair.

He was very handsome, and his narrow eyes gave his face a hint of evil femininity. His immature figure showed his youthful status - he could not be more than eighteen years old.

The young man had a gloomy face, as if his mood could affect everyone's breathing. The moment he spoke, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel their heart beat faster.

"You just came back like this?"

The boy opposite him was usually the one who enjoyed bullying others in Da Ren Academy, and was hated by others, but could not help but be afraid of him. It was the second young master named Lu Feiming who was the Minister of Household Affairs.

But at this moment, Lu Feiming's legs were shaking uncontrollably and his lips turned white.

The young man never looked at him, as if muttering to himself.

"I asked you to destroy He, so that he can no longer appear in the academy. It would be better for you to just break one of his legs. Hey, I am becoming less and less obedient when I speak.

Lu Feiming couldn't help but said.

"But the chief instructor... thinks very highly of that surnamed He. If I kill him, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar.

The young man glanced sideways at him and said softly. i. Guangmu Xiaoxian

"Did I ask you a question?"

Lu Feiming's face suddenly looked as ugly as a dead person.

Suddenly, a man walked out from beside the young man, smiling, but his eyes were full of malice. Without seeing how he moved, he actually grabbed Lu Feiming's finger.

But after hearing a 'woo', Lu Feiming knelt on the ground with his hands in his hands, remaining silent. But there were five more bloody nails on the ground.

Lu Feiming held his bleeding finger tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, and his lips were bitten, but he still did not dare to cry out.

The whole classroom was full of people, but none of them seemed to have seen this scene.

The young man seemed to have completely lost interest in the person kneeling on the ground, and glanced at the students who had just entered the door.

"Xin Zhao, why did it take you so long?" The young man frowned and said, "Why are your clothes wet?"

"Meet a plague god at the door 4j" =

Zhao Xin said angrily: "Not only did he make me late, but he also made me fall into the lake. When I find him, I will make him look good!"

The young man was not interested in this nonsense at all, so he stretched out his hand and said.

"You have got the seal of Yongheng Bank. Hand it over."

"Of course, you can rest assured that I will do the work. Before they notice that the seal is missing, we can..."

Xin Zhao touched his arms, and his color suddenly changed drastically.

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"Oops, I...

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"You? What?"

“It’s lost…it seems to be lost.

The young man's face was dark: "You seem to want to become like him.

The man next to the young man suddenly walked towards Xin Zhao, his movements were exactly the same, which made people's hearts palpitate uncontrollably.

Xin Zhao shouted in panic.

"Yes, I remembered! It was the God of Plague! He bumped into me, and when I got up, the things disappeared! It was him! He must have taken it

The boy waved his hand to stop and said doubtfully.

'What plague?'

"He is a tall, rather ugly man, always smiling playfully, and very ugly. He is about 27 or 28 years old.

Yes, I remember. He said his name was Hong Jiu!

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It is said that in the dynasty a hundred years ago, the Confucian sect once occupied the dominant position in the world. For a long time, Confucian martial arts was the dominant one in the martial arts world.

And because of their special status and noble bloodline, the leaders of the Confucian sect have the title of "Wulin Emperor".

But there are no flowers that last for thousands of years. As time went by, the Confucian sect became rotten within, and the struggle became serious, and finally the day came when it collapsed.

During the time when it was disbanded, the Confucian sect could not even be called a tree that fell down and the monkeys dispersed, and there were only a few big shots left in the sect. When I left, I had a hammer and a stick in the west, which was not much better than breaking up the gang in the village.

After being dispersed for many years, some old people set up shop on the banks of the East China Sea and called themselves the survivors of Canghai. They cultivated and strengthened according to the original way, and gradually regained some vitality. However, the situation in the world has changed, and the situation is no longer what it was back then. They maintained a low profile and became famous again in the 1960s and 1970s, and later developed into the Canghai Sect.

This group of people is regarded as inheriting the tradition of the Confucian sect of the past and is also regarded as the representative of the current Confucian sect.

The Uncle Huang in front of me is the leader of this generation of the Canghai sect, or the Confucian sect - "Xuanduan Tingshuo" Huang Yuzao. The four characters "Xuan Duan Ting Shuo" are things that only the emperor can do, and imply the four characters "Wulin Emperor" in the Confucian tradition. There is only one person in the world who can take such a nickname without violating the emperor's taboo and being reused by the court. Looking at the whole world, there is only one person like this.

Uncle Huang twitched his brows and looked like ‘

What’s going on?’ expression.

"How could I tuck you in...

"Uncle, we haven't seen each other for so long. Why do you look so lifeless? Besides, it's my master who offended you, not me.

"You are not much different from your master." Uncle Huang glanced at me angrily, and suddenly asked in surprise: "What's wrong with your complexion?

As expected of the head of the Confucian sect, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with me.

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But I can't go into too much detail. I just assumed that I was slightly injured and nothing serious. ' pit

Uncle Huang didn't doubt him, but he didn't seem to care much.

"Okay, now let me tell you which class you are in.

There are four levels in this Da Ren Academy, marking the level of students.

The first level is '玎MU' (pronounced: dog mu). It is said that it is difficult for a person to be able to hold a big position if his parents send talents. Usually only the stupidest students will enter this level.

The second level is ‘version building’, and the third level is ‘fish salt’. It is said that several names all come from Mencius.

The fourth level is not divided into high and low levels, but the students are divided into classes according to their future prospects, which are called "Shiyu", "Guguan" and "Renmin".

"Then what level am I?"

"玎木."

Hey, Uncle Huang, you are so unreasonable.

Uncle Huang said matter-of-factly: "You have never taken the exam and you have no fame. This is normal."

I don't like hearing this anymore. What does it mean to have no fame? Is it true that someone as big as me is fake?

"How can a title be the same as a reputation? Furthermore, I have gone to find out. Your big Robert's title is due to your contribution to quelling the chaos in Huzhou, southern Xinjiang, and not because of your martial arts... It's not bad, and it has nothing to do with your literary talents. .

Uncle Huang looked like he didn't want to praise me at all. =two

"In short, you are in this class. If you go, the door is over there. If you don't go, the door is also over there.

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