Xia Ji was wrapped in a warm red silk quilt and slept until dawn.

He looked sideways at Xue Qianrou who was sleeping soundly on the strings. He turned on the quilt and stepped out, and his whole body instantly floated to the desk.

From beginning to end, he didn't make any sound.

This is the body technique of Wuchen, which is said to be the unique body technique of the owner of the "Golden Feng Xiyu Tower" among the two major forces in the royal capital.

Flowers pass by, and leaves do not touch the body.

Even in the spring rain, you can keep your clothes from wet. This is an extremely magical body technique and a secret that is not passed on.

However, Xia Ji has already reached the tenth level.

He stood at the desk, picked up his fingers and pulled out a piece of rice paper, picked up the pen and dipped it ink, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake.

Soon, lines of words fell:

The cicadas are sad and sad. When they face the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped.

The capital tent has no time to drink, and the orchid boat urges us to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, I was speechless and choked.

...

Since ancient times, I am so passionate that I am sad about parting, but I am even more ungrateful.

Where can I wake up from the wine tonight? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon.

After many years, it should be a good time and a good situation.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you?

After finishing the pen, Xia Ji threw it into the pen holder, turned around and pulled the cloak, and then turned around and walked out of the boudoir of the goddess pavilion.

Others spend a lot of money, but they only need to write an inscription.

"General Xia walked slowly."

"General Xia often comes to play."

"When will General Xia come to my room? Hehehe."

Early in the morning, many beautiful women were eating morning tea downstairs. These were those who had never received customers at night, and some were still eating melon seeds.

When they saw Xia Ji, they greeted him with a smile, obviously they were already very familiar with this general.

As for the general, he also wants to call him.

After all, it was personally conferred by the emperor.

Xia Ji rubbed his forehead, looked like a hangover, waved his hand and said hello.

Go out.

The threshold is high.

His expression moved, and suddenly his feet lowered a little, so he tripped forward, rushed out a few steps, and happened to come to a woman outside the door.

He was a woman in her early twenties in her early twenties, younger than her sister, but older than herself.

He has a dull eyes and an ordinary face. He is a woman who will not be noticed by anyone even if she is in the crowd.

This woman was Hongyun, a master sent by Concubine Ning to secretly protect him.

He is also a real assassin.

Hongyun looked at the drunken boy and mocked: "Are you finally willing to climb out of the gentle country?

Do you still remember what day it was today?”

Xia Ji said: "I remember, Sister Ning opened a green channel for me again and asked me to airborne to Tianque Academy. How could I forget such a good thing?"

Hongyun said: "Tianque Academy is the Royal Academy. Only future strong people with excellent talent are qualified to be sent here. All the teachers inside are the real masters of the world today.

You go in, don’t let Concubine Ning down the expectations.”

Xia Ji said: "What do she expect me?"

Hongyun was stunned: "Empress Ning Concubine naturally hopes that you will become a dragon, and then you can share the worries of the country and the emperor..."

Xia Ji said, "Forget it, if she hadn't asked me to go, I wouldn't have been lazy."

Hongyun frowned, even the usual calm assassin was angry: "If you weren't the younger brother of Concubine Ning, would you think you were qualified to go?"

Xia Ji was about to speak, but Hongyun took out a letter from his arms and handed it to him: "Look."

The boy took it and opened it directly. It was Xia Ning's word.

The font is outlined in detail, hiding a strange and delicate atmosphere, or... a weird and evil intention?

No matter what, it is indeed Xia Ning's word.

Xia Ji finished watching it silently.

Fold it directly and put it in your arms.

Another old thing.

Xia Ning said that she was having a happy life and was very happy every day, which made Xia Ji happy too. Don’t think too much. When she went to Tianque Academy, she should study hard and improve every day.

"Let's go."

"Change your clothes, your drunken look will be kicked out directly when you arrive at the gate of Tianque Academy. Even Concubine Ning can't protect you."

Xia Ji nodded.

He followed the red clouds into the woods.

Hongyun took out the clothes he had prepared early and handed them over to him with the school entrance card.

This is a blue sporty outfit with a cross collar and a cloud pattern on the neckline.

Xia Ji put it on directly.

Hongyun looked at him and said, "I can't tell that you are wearing the clothes of a martial artist, and you really look like a martial artist. Maybe Concubine Ning is really a mistake. You are a martial artist."

But immediately, Hongyun shook her head again: "Forget it, you pretend I didn't say it. You are sixteen, and even the roots of the genius are useless. Go in and recognize the teacher, and then this teacher is your qualifications in the world. In the future, when you go around the world, or fight on the battlefield, you will report your teacher's name, which is of some use."

After thinking about it again, Hongyun suddenly realized that this tycoon from the royal capital might never go to the world in his life.

The emperor loved the house and the Wu, and he also took special care of Concubine Ning's younger brother.

She suddenly became silent.

Xia Ji is just for fun in the Tianque Academy that others dream of.

She sighed.

It's really a dream.

Xia Ji didn't listen to her nagging, he recognized the way to Tianque Academy.

I threw a silver bean, got on the carriage, and lay down comfortably.

The wheel hub of the carriage was crushed from east to west, crushing the dust on the ground.

"Young Master, here."

The carriage stopped and the coachman lifted the curtain.

Xia Ji yawned and then walked off the carriage.

Look up and look.

This is an extremely magnificent palace.

It covers a lot of land.

The golden door archway is several feet high, and in the center is the four big characters "Tianque Academy Palace".

The silver hook and iron strokes were scratched, and the force between the handwriting was about to penetrate the paper, which made people's expression shocked and became serious.

Behind the gate is a great road.

At the end of the road is a palace more than ten feet high, which is magnificent.

Xia Ji submitted the admission card for the academy and entered the hall directly.

In the hall, eight boys and girls stood.

And he was the only teenager.

In the hall, there was a young man and a girl. The man was heroic and the woman was beautiful. The two stood proudly in front of them, examining the group of children.

These eight children are the seeds of strong men with excellent qualifications and are also members of the Future Academy.

When the two saw Xia Ji walking in, they were stunned for a moment, then covered their mouths and laughed.

Who doesn’t know the big fool in the royal capital?

This is because of my sister's nepotism, so that I can enter this martial arts holy land, right?

But when he comes, he is full of people.

The handsome boy turned around and said to the back of the door: "Teacher Hundred, everyone is all."

This teacher is named Baitong.

He is the distributor of the disciples of the academy.

Baitong will conduct a simple test on each future academic disciple and then assign it to the corresponding strong man as his disciple.

Of course, this strong man will also conduct a second review. If he is not satisfied, he will return it and let Baitong redistribute it.

Therefore, Baitong's power is very large in a sense.

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Chapter completed!