"How did he do it without the Gods Palace or the Injured Officer?"

In the Moyun Tower, the young man frowned and thought hard, but couldn't figure it out. He shook his head for a long time: "Forget it, it seems that the little officials are also people with great fortune. That's good."

Looking at the sunny afternoon cold street, An Bochen smiled. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, his smile frozen and his face was dull.

"Oh no, I didn't go to the academy today, Master Yan's side"

Thinking of yesterday's promise, An Bochen's face was flushed, his scalp was numb, and he rushed downstairs, jumped onto his horse and ran towards the White Fox Academy.

The willow bank is gentle and windy, the sound of writing in the depths of the rockery is bright, the bamboo building is full of four floors, and more than 20 students from the A-level school are reciting the "National Rites" with a sad face. This "National Rites" was compiled by Emperor Kuang in the early years of the Great Kuang Dynasty. It is divided into four volumes, "Jun", "National Rites", "Scholars", and "Family". Each volume has more than two hundred chapters, and at least seventy or eighty chapters, each with more than ten chapters. The content can be imagined, and it is nothing more than loyalty to the emperor and serving the country and the scholars to manage the family. It was originally a move of Emperor Kuang to promote education, but because of the "National Rites" was compiled by scholars from all vassals and countries. Even the words of education can also cover astronomy and geography, and are highly praised by literati and scholars of all generations and are cited as a classic of the times.

Therefore, there are songs and songs among the people, which contain 700 national gifts in their hearts. They go to the Pavilion to worship the minister just now.

Having said that, most of the people here were born nobles and entered the A-level school. Even if they did not learn the "National Lectures", they would be able to go out to Zi Luo in the future. From early in the morning, until now, Master Yan has not taught him, but he said with no expression. Today, when reading the National Lectures, the students shook their heads, their mouths were dry, and their hearts were angry. The one they hated was not Master Yan, but the one who caused Master Yan's great thunder.

Although he didn't say anything, no one of the students here could see the heavy face of Master Yan's face that seemed to fall in a blink of an eye. He was also reading the book, but it seemed to be using the book to cover his extremely ugly face. Looking through the book, you could see Master Yan's slightly trembling hands. Every time you seemed to want something, Master Yan's hands would tremble, and then his face became a little ugly.

Yes, he was repeatedly skipped classes for no reason and didn't even say hello. Even though he was highly respected and had disciples all over the south of the Yangtze River, Master Yan, who was famous all over the world, could not calm down. What's more, Master Yan, was a hero who followed the army south to kill the Southern Barbarians when he was young. Although he is over 100 years old, he is not a good temper.

Ma Wenchang looked at Master Yan and thought of the little servant who didn't know where he was, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

And in the back row, Wuhua's face had no choice but to glance at Zhang Bushi beside him and whispered: "I'm wearing cloth shoes. I've told you to call Bo Chen, where have you gone?"

Zhang Bushi looked bitter, but glared at Zhang Bushi without any allowance: "I promised that it was you who called me, but I'm on my head. You're dead."

The word "bald donkey" was taken back by Zhang Bushi. Wuhua wore a brocade hat, but he did not want his classmates to show his identity as a monk, so as not to attract speculation. Zhang Bushi had agreed to Wuhua long ago. Although he was angry at this time, he stopped in time.

There was a silence in the school hall. Although the two were whispering, they could not escape Master Yan's ears.

The fierce eyes shot from behind the book and stared at the two of them fiercely. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi's faces froze. They had to stop talking and shook their heads and recited the "National Talisman" in a very good manner.

Even if he is the descendant of the divine master, he will have to go to school obediently when he encounters this old master who only believes in the truth and cannot scold or beat him.

There were probably only about twenty people in the school, Ma Wenchang, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi did not hate An Bochen. The others, including the old master, were so angry that they gritted their teeth. Only the young man in black who was sitting by the window raised his mouth and a playful smile appeared on his handsome face.

I have been recuperating for so long, and if I don’t come forward, I’m afraid that people in the capital will think I’m afraid of you.

Thinking of the young man who knocked him down the dust, the most glorious noble man in Liujing, a deep hatred flashed in Li Lin's eyes.

Even when he fought at Mo Yunlou at night, An Bochen was seriously injured by his "enemy" and his cultivation was completely lost. Li Lin was still not relieved. As long as An Bochen was in Liujing for one day, he would be like a stone on his feet, like a thorn on his back, unable to sleep or eat. He would always feel hatred whenever he thought of him. To be honest, Li Lin was not so gloomy before, and was as elegant as Ma Wen. He was completely defeated by An Bochen's gun after repeated defeats, and was even more seriously injured in front of everyone in Liujing. Although he was desperate, life was worse than death for him.

The family that was originally a noble family was trampled on by the son of a tenant, and the family whose door was under the fig leaf was uncontrollably exposed. If An Bochen did not die, Li Lin would be in peace for the whole day.

As Li Lin, it was extremely easy to kill a servant, just like killing a bed bug. But after raiding Mo Yun Tower that night, the elders in the family came back from court without saying a word, and did not mention revenge for him. Li Lin knew that it was impossible to kill him with his own hands. So Li Lin looked for the Lord of Guangping County and returned to the school, but heard a news that made him feel excited. An Bochen skipped classes several times, and the old master was already dissatisfied. In this way, Master Yan, who was the only concern he was no longer a threat.

You think that Li Lin knows mace skills and secret techniques, but you don’t know, if I were just a martial artist, how could I make the children of Liujing aristocratic families surrender? This time I come back, I will ruin you and be cut into pieces in front of thousands of people.

A trace of viciousness floated on the corner of his mouth. Li Lin looked at the sky. It was already afternoon. The school time was about to stop An Bochen. He felt a little regretful.

Looking sideways at the same slightly disappointed Guangping County Lord who was obliquely in front of him, the smile on Li Lin's lips became even stronger.

The Lord of Guangping County is a good chess piece, and he is favored by Liu Jun. The xingzi is anxious and arrogant. He is moved by himself in a few words. It is perfect to use her hand to kill An Bochen.

Since I learned that the county lord of Guangping had turned around from Wei, Li Lin started to think and secretly instructed the aristocratic families who had followed him to spread the evil of Amber Chen in Guangping's ears, but they should not be too exaggerated. They should stop when they clicked. Although Guangping was straightforward, he was not stupid. As expected, Guangping was furious after hearing this. After ordering people to inquire, he became more convinced that Anbo Chen was a despicable villain. Li Lin was just right to visit, and his words and deeds were neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was still in a state of being.

The heavy downfall was that the heroes of aristocratic families who were hardworking and unyielding and loyal to the emperor and serve the country. In this way, although Guangping felt that Li Lin was losing face to An Bochen, it was difficult to feel disgusted. Guangping naturally heard what Li Lin said, so yesterday, Li Lin finally launched the killer. When the mother and daughter came to Guangping tremble and cried bitterly, and confessed their grievances, Guangping was furious and immediately agreed to join forces with Li Lin to remove the "cancer" that hurried into the White Fox Academy.

Looking at the setting sun, Li Lin suddenly felt in a good mood. At this moment, a figure flashed in the afterglow, Li Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the already excellent mood became more and more difficult and easy to resist.

OK, OK, you're here after all, but you never think about what you're about to face.

A strong excitement rose in his eyes. Li Lin put down the book, narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man who broke into the bookstore with a rash face. His face was flushed and at a loss suddenly appeared in his heart.

Such an extremely ordinary young man who has more luck will be attracted by him as an opponent? He has fallen to the point of making plans against a tenant son who has no power and no power and has lost all his cultivation. He is really a killer, which is ridiculous. Maybe he can't even be considered a ji.

After thinking about it, Li Lin smiled and shook his head.

Forget it, let’s just treat it as a killing monkey. Besides, if he doesn’t let him die of suffering, how could he get out of this anger?

As An Bochen broke into the academy panting, the original reading sound came to an abrupt end. Everyone put down the book and looked at An Bochen. Of course, most students looked angry, but the old master looked calm and his hands were no longer shaking, and he was leisurely looking at the book.

But everyone knows that this is just the tranquility of the moment before the storm comes.

Sure enough, the next moment, Master Yan suddenly bounced up and picked up the book tube on the desk and smashed it at An Bochen, but was avoided by An Bochen in a flash.

"You dare to hide?"

Master Yan was so angry that his teeth creaked, and his white beard was raised and fell down, as if he could move. Master Yan had a long face. At this moment, he looked like an old goat in Yuanjing Village that had been grinding for more than ten years. He also had a tense face all day long. When the children in the village teased it, they would always blew their beards and stare at them in anger, which was very ridiculous.

For some reason, when she thought of the old goat in the village and looked at the extremely funny old master in front of her, An Bochen couldn't help but want to laugh.

Unable to hold back, Amberchen froze his face, but a strange smile still appeared on his cheeks with difficulty.

Silent.

All the students, including Li Lin, opened their eyes wide and looked at An Bochen with a "strange smile" in disbelief, stunned.

On the other hand, Master Yan was also stunned. In a blink of an eye, his neck turned red and his orifices were smoked. He ignored his demeanor and grabbed everything he could hold on and smashed it viciously at An Bochen.

"The son is not taught!"

"What kind of decent form of corrupting academic style!"

"Hide"

"Little bastard, don't hide if you have a genital!"

When it hit the scene, Master Yan cursed, even took off his clogs and copied them in his hand, and staggered to slap at An Bochen.

An Bochen looked bitter and helpless. He could not think of how such an old man with a hot temper could become a teacher at the A-level school in the White Fox Academy. But he had no time to be curious at the moment. Although he knew that being hit by the old master might help him to calm his anger, how could An Bochen pull this face down and could only evade and circle around the school.

The teacher pulled his shoes out of anger, and the students fled in circles.

This movement naturally alarmed the students and teachers of the B, C and D Academy. The time for school was over, and the students gathered downstairs, opened their mouths and looked at the A school, which was unprecedented and even unthinkable.

"Even Master Yan was so angry that he was half-hearted that no one would talk to you anymore."

Grinning, Li Lin said quietly, turning his eyes to the Lord of Guangping, and seeing that she also looked at him, nodding quietly.
Chapter completed!