"Xin Zhuo, please take the Qiugong Pavilion copybook."

It was a short sentence, but it seemed to have a strange magic power. The four masters from the four major families at the foot of the mountain immediately stopped and watched.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in all directions looked over.

The three words "Qiugong Pavilion" may not have anything special when pronounced, but they represent the most mysterious Confucian academy and the location of the strongest military force in Fufeng Mansion and even Bazhou.

The founder, Mr. Dongfang, is a divine dragon whose head is seen but not its tail. The world only hears his name but never sees his person. He seems to represent some kind of glory rather than a real flesh and blood body.

That's right! It's glory. In the past twenty years, there have been no fewer than dozens of high-ranking court officials and senior generals in the army who came from "Qiugong Pavilion". It can be called the cradle of official career.

However, the threshold for recruiting disciples is extremely weird, and there are no rules to follow. People with mediocre qualifications, such as Su Zefeng, the son of Magistrate Su, and extremely talented people, such as Yuan Yourong of the Yuan family, are both members of the group. The contrast is huge, and others can't get in even if they squeeze their heads.

Go. And it is said that the number of students in Qiugong Pavilion is always kept at one hundred, and no more will be accepted!

What is the meaning of the copybook sent by Qiugong Pavilion now? And the recipient is Xin Zhuo?

Xin Zhuo also looked over and saw the person wearing a white Confucian student robe. He had a graceful figure and flying hair. He passed over the ficus trees and reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

It's a girl!

He looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate and picturesque facial features, especially a pair of beautiful eyes, as clean as a stream of water. After looking around at everyone, he focused on Xin Zhuo, smiled slightly, very distant, but not rude, and stretched out his white

He handed over a golden envelope with both hands: "Bai Xuanji, a third-year member of Qiugongge Mingxin Department, on the orders of Master Qin Yuliu, give you a copybook!"

The voice was soft and there was no expected emotion, as if this was not a siege or bloody killing place, but just an ordinary meeting.

Countless eyes from up and down the mountain were staring at the girl and Xin Zhuo, their minds filled with questions.

Is Qiugong Pavilion really going to recruit a bandit with a long history of evildoing as a member of its staff?

Especially Yuan Yourong on the side, Su Zefeng at the bottom of the mountain, and Murong Yunxi, a member of the Zhunqiu Palace Pavilion, had particularly exciting expressions.

"Thank you!"

Xin Zhuo took the envelope in surprise, feeling...unintelligible.

The girl named Bai Xuanji has already drifted away, seemingly unwilling to stay for even a moment longer.

"The boss!" Murong Xiu came closer, his eyes shining, "Absolutely amazing! Qiugong Pavilion is weird and mysterious, no one dares to mess with it."

Cui Ying'er and others also came over, their eyes full of hope.

Xin Zhuo opened the envelope curiously, but there was nothing inside. He looked at the cover again, and saw three gilded cursive characters for "Qiugong Pavilion", as if carved with an axe. It seemed that the envelope and three words were enough to explain everything, and no other words were needed.

.

"What do you mean?" He still looked at Murong Xiu.

Murong Xiu rubbed his hands nervously and said: "It's a post inviting people to join the cabinet as a student! And this is a treatment only for geniuses. It is said that Qiugong Pavilion has only taken the initiative to post twice in decades. Those two people

Born into poverty, one is now a general of the northern frontier army and the other is the minister of Dali Temple in the capital."

Join the cabinet as a health worker?

This was really beyond Xin Zhuo's expectation. These days, he had always been wary of Shuiyue Temple and Qiugong Pavilion, fearing that the other party would suddenly rise up and deal with bandits like himself. Unexpectedly, he had been keeping quiet, but suddenly he

I want to accept myself as a student...

What's the reason?

Is it because I was having trouble with the government and the four big families during this period? I was very smooth and touched their high points, or maybe they saw my moon-watching well?

He could see that Wang Yuejing must not be able to do it. This kind of hanging existence would not be easily discovered. He was very confident about this.

Maybe he advanced too fast in martial arts and his skills were too weird, which attracted their attention?

After thinking about it for a moment, I didn't care, the game was alive again, let's take a step first and then talk about it.

He faced everyone at the bottom of the mountain, raised the envelope and said coldly: "I only wanted to get along with you as a bandit, but I didn't expect that what I got in exchange was endless pursuit. Okay, let's stop pretending and let's show off!

In fact, I am close friends with all the masters in Qiugong Pavilion, especially Master Qin Yuliu. We are like old friends at first sight and are close friends of life and death. We often share the same bed and talk about world affairs to the depths..."

The dark crowd at the foot of the mountain was bewildered.

Yuan Yourong on the side and Su Zefeng at the foot of the mountain were shocked beyond measure. What was he talking about? Sharing the same bed with... Master Qin Yuliu? Would such a cold woman like Master Qin agree? Is it true or not?

Xin Zhuo's words continued: "Not only Master Qin, but also the master of the pavilion has expressed his intention to accept me as his disciple many times, but I declined them all. I think a person must first have principles. I am not talented, but I also want to use my own efforts.

, make a career...

Well, that’s it, if you still want to continue and don’t give me Qiugong Pavilion face, then please do so!”

There was silence below the mountain.

Does Qiugong Pavilion really value Xin Zhuo so much?

If this statement is false, how can we explain the invitation copybook that only gifted students had that day?

"A Feng, Qiugong Pavilion really has a subtle relationship with Xin Zhuo?" Su Miaojin suddenly understood why Xin Zhuo dared to act so boldly.

Su Zefeng's face was tangled, and he hesitated: "No way? I've never heard of it, how could it be possible? It's just a thief, are you mad?"

"How about that?"

The faces of the four people in front were extremely sad, and they looked at each other, seeking answers.

No one can give the answer. Just a copybook is enough to make Xin Zhuo invincible!

At this critical moment of the stalemate, a horse came galloping from a distance. The man on the horse was wearing armor and looked panicked. When he got to the nearest place, he raised a black token and shouted:

"Our army was defeated and retreated to Fucheng. The Xiong Fengshan rebels and most of the three thousand barbarian soldiers from Zhuyang of the Dongyi Kingdom are approaching. The prefect and the general have given orders. Everyone should return to the city immediately to assist in the city's defense. The city gates will be closed at the eleventh hour tomorrow!"

After saying that, he rode back.

People all over the mountains and plains were stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and rushed down the mountain in a chaotic manner. People further away immediately turned around and ran away.

If the purpose of destroying the Xin Thief King was to relieve anger and save people, then the defeat of the border army and the invasion of the Dongyi Kingdom were a personal pain and a devastating disaster. When weighing the two, it is clear at a glance which one is more important.

The experts from the four major families who were still trying to attack just now immediately made a choice to abandon Xin Zhuo and evacuate.

"Xin Zhuo, I want you to look good when we get to Qiugong Pavilion!"

Su Zhifeng roared towards the mountain, regardless of whether Xin Zhuo could hear it or not. He roared as loud as he could and then left with his guards surrounding Su Miaojin.

Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu, and Cui Ying'er stood together, looking at the crowd receding like a tide. They couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Life is unpredictable. One moment, they were thinking about running away, and the next moment the crisis was all over.

At this moment, Yuan Yourong, Chen Guiyan, Murong Lei and Song Dongxi stood up forcibly, with solemn expressions on their faces, and held their hands in a salute: "Master Xin, no matter you are a bandit or a member of the Qiugong Pavilion,

No matter what, after all, you are a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now that there is an invasion from a foreign country and the rebels are attacking the city, you should consider the priority and allow us to go back and defend the city!"

Xin Zhuo didn't hesitate at all and immediately stepped aside: "Please!"

Murong Lei and the others nodded slightly, supported each other and went straight down the mountain.

"Then...what about us?" Cui Ying'er looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.

Murong Xiu also asked: "Are you still running along the back mountain river?"
Chapter completed!