The room suddenly fell silent, as if time had frozen.
In such an atmosphere, even the two maids felt uneasy.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
A maid asked cautiously.
Yang Xuanlan raised his head and said nothing. His pupils shrank, and at this moment, countless thoughts passed through his mind. Yang Xuanlan never expected that he would see the name "Yang Ji" again at this time.
"impossible!"
Yang Xuanlan's first reaction was "impossible". This should be just a coincidence of two names. There are many people with the surname Yang in Langya County, but there are also many people with the surname Yang in Langya County.
He vaguely remembered that during the last Langya battle, a sect disciple named Yang was also talked about a lot. However, that was a matter that belonged to the previous Langya general Yi Xiantian, and it was inconvenient for him to pay too much attention to it.
And only one year later, how could that little beast He De be able to take the imperial examination for "Wu Xiucai" so quickly?
However, the next moment, this idea in Yang Xuanlan's mind was completely shattered.
"Yang Ji, Pingchuan County, Wu Tongsheng, leader..."
These few lines of words on the thin pages of the book instantly shattered the thoughts in Yang Xuanlan's heart.
"Buzz!"
For a moment, Yang Xuanlan's face turned gloomy.
"Sir, what happened?"
Another maid said cautiously.
"go out!"
Yang Xuanlan had a livid face, waved his hand, and said without any doubt.
"grown ups……"
"go out!"
Yang Xuanlan said sternly. The two maids were so frightened that their faces turned pale, they said "yes" repeatedly and hurriedly exited the room.
Mr. Fu Ma has always been gentle, but now he is so strict. This is the first time the two of them have met. No one knows what happened!
In the room, the lights flickered.
Yang Xuanlan was sitting in front of his desk, with a gloomy expression on his face. "Enemies often meet on a narrow road." Only one year later, he actually met this little beast again.
Back in Pingchuan City, due to an emergency summons from King Taiyuan, things suddenly happened and Yang Xuanlan had to go back early. As a result, the full success was not achieved and Yang Ji escaped with his life.
I originally thought that after this incident, although Yang Ji would not die, he would at least be suppressed. From then on, he would never recover and would never be able to cause trouble again.
Unexpectedly, not only did he become Wu Tongsheng, but he also became bigger and bigger.
"The itch of mustard has turned into a stubborn disease..."
Yang Xuanlan's expression was cold and stern. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes:
"However, now that you've fallen into my hands, you can't even think about growing up. You'd better wait for another three years!"
"Whoosh!"
Grabbing the large red wolf-hair pen hanging on the pen holder beside him, Yang Xuanlan dipped it in ink, drew a cross on Yang Ji's name with an iron hook and a silver stroke.
The period of three years can be said to be long or short. However, the length of time determines a person's fate.
An eighteen-year-old martial arts scholar is quite stunning.
A twenty-one-year-old Wu scholar is just mediocre.
…
Regardless of whether Yang Ji is capable or not, Yang Xuanlan will not give him any chance.
"Da da da!"
Outside the door, there was a sound of hurried footsteps. However, a group of confidants outside heard the movement and rushed over.
"Sir, what happened?"
The door opened, and a cold wind blew in.
"Take this roll of roster and have them return it to the Iron Crown Sect..."
Without looking back, Yang Xuanlan threw the name of the Iron Crown Sect on the ground behind him with a clatter and said calmly.
"yes!"
A few people didn't dare to say anything more. They picked up the names on the ground and left in a hurry.
…………
A beam of orange light came in from the window and fell on the ground.
In the light beam, many tiny dusts danced.
Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, staring motionlessly at the beam of light. The morning sun was rising. This ordinary sunlight coming in, in Yang Ji's eyes, had a different flavor, as if it contained infinite mysteries.
Swish, swish, swish!
After a moment, something seemed to flash in Yang Ji's eyes, and he suddenly grabbed the paper next to him, and the pen and ink in his hand swished across the rice paper like a tornado.
In the blink of an eye, thin lines fell on the paper. But these thin lines were not simple beams of light, either twisted or straight. Each one was different, and they were not all lines. There was some ink in some places.
Like some kind of shadow.
In short, the whole picture gives people a very energetic feeling, as if it is about to jump out of the paper.
After a long time, Yang Ji raised his head, grabbed the drawing paper on the ground, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, but then shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with something.
"Whoosh!"
With a raise of his wrist, Yang Ji threw out the newly drawn drawing paper. The drawing paper fell, and when he looked around, he saw layers of drawing paper scattered around Yang Ji, all covered with such drawing paper.
Yang Ji, however, ignored it and still stared at the gradually changing beam of light with an expression of fascination.
"Is there really a connection between morning sunshine and Qigong practice?"
Duan Gang's rough voice came from behind. He was standing at the door, holding a painting that Yang Ji had thrown on the ground, his expression revealing deep doubts.
He had been staring at Yang Ji from behind for a while. He saw that Yang Ji was fascinated and didn't bother him. But even to death, he couldn't understand what Yang Ji was painting.
"Oh, you're here."
Yang Ji's body trembled slightly, he smiled, and came back to his senses. When he saw Duan Gang holding his painting in his hand, he was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
"I learned a new skill called "Floating Light Body Technique" in the Buddhist Scripture Cave. This skill is extremely fast and should be considered the fastest secret skill at this stage. It can make up for my shortcomings in body skills."
Yang Ji explained with a smile.
The martial arts examination is approaching, and Yang Ji has been actively preparing for it. After a whole morning of study and understanding, Yang Ji has almost figured out the door to this body skill. In this "martial arts examination", Yang Ji feels that he has won
The probability is slightly higher.
"I will never be able to learn what you are capable of."
Duan Gang shook his head and sighed with emotion. He was asked to follow the instructions and practice various detailed exercises, and the formulas were okay. If he was asked to learn the secret from the sun, from the sky, and from all things on the earth like Yang Ji, he would be beaten to death.
Can't do it either.
I don't have this understanding.
"Haha, 'one blind, each leaf is different'. Don't think too much. Everyone has his or her own path."
Yang Ji stood up as he spoke, pulled out a few pieces of drawing paper beside him. Then he took out a book from the drawer under the table and threw it to Duan Gang.
"This is a set of unique skills that I have summarized and created specially for you. There are Qing Gong and boxing techniques. It should have been handed over to you a long time ago. Take it and practice it."
Yang Ji smiled and said.
"Battle of Evil", if Duan Gang hadn't arrived in time, he would have almost died there. Yang Ji has been thinking about how to repay Duan Gang.
However, it is not easy to come up with a unique set of skills suitable for Duan Gang. This is especially true considering Duan Gang's personal fighting style.
So after more than three months, Yang Ji's book series has only been completed now.
"Haha, great. I'm just thinking about what to do next!"
Duan Gang flipped through several pages in a row and immediately burst out laughing excitedly. Most of the things Yang Ji gave him were boxing techniques, and the routines were very open and closed, which was very suitable for his style.
To be continued...