"Li Changan has reached his limit, as evidenced by his injury today." Ling Xiao personally helped Hu Youren fix his left arm, and then dripped Huitian Jade Dew on the wound.
"Tomorrow I will definitely be able to decide the country with one arrow!"
Hu Youren's face was as pale as paper, and the severe pain was getting higher and higher. "Tomorrow, let Hu Youyi follow you to the academy to challenge directly."
"Otherwise, we can't afford the loss if we let him write fifty names at will."
Ling Xiao nodded, "Don't worry, I let that kid cheat once today. Tomorrow we will go directly to challenge him and won't give him a chance to refuse the fight."
The news that Li Changan was injured and unconscious spread throughout the county.
People in the streets and alleys are spreading the news.
There are different opinions, and no one knows what the actual situation is.
After Li Changan was carried into the academy, he never showed up. He was only known to be taken away by an instructor from the academy. As for the extent of his injuries, no one knew.
But the faces of the White Deer students who sent Li Changan back to the academy were not very good-looking.
Li Changan's injuries were obviously caused by severe trauma to his mind.
He fought against eight people in a row, especially the last one, Hu Youren, who had recently signed up to join the battle.
One can imagine the murderous attack that Li Changan endured.
As for the small actions of the Imperial College, even if everyone did not witness them with their own eyes, based on previous experience, they must be hidden in the dark.
In the final competition with Hu Youren, Li Changan had obviously reached his limit.
Even though he shot Hu Youren's left arm off, murderous intent still entered his body, which resulted in him being injured and comatose.
Such speculations have taken over the mainstream.
He Ruzhong, who was still in the restaurant, looked at the other two people after hearing the news, "Do you think this news is true?"
"Brother He thinks Li Changan is pretending?" Qin Xiaofa asked.
"What do you think, Brother Jiang?" He Ruzhong looked at Jiang Zongqing.
Jiang Zongqing recalled carefully and shook his head, "It's hard to say, but after the murderous intention is formed, the ability to resist the murderous intention will make a qualitative leap."
"Hu Youren is still a long way from forming his murderous intention. Even if four other people are causing trouble, Li Changan is unlikely to be seriously injured."
Qin Xiaofa smiled and said, "The five brothers of the Hu family have the same mind, and their murderous intentions can be superimposed. Maybe it will have miraculous effects."
When He Ruzhong heard that the murderous intent was superimposed, he couldn't help but think of what happened in the northern battlefield. "Although it is difficult to superimpose the murderous intention, it is not impossible."
"But isn't it a bit too difficult for five people to superimpose their murderous intent in that situation?"
Qin Xiaofa raised his index finger, "So, we have to add Ling Xiao."
"I checked all the people in the Imperial College and found out that Ling Xiao and the five Hu brothers have been practicing together for three years."
Hearing Qin Xiaofa's words, He Ruzhong's pupils shrank slightly, "So, Ling Xiao's murderous intention and Hu Youren's murderous intention were superimposed, and Li Changan got involved without checking?"
"I think it's very possible." Qin Xiaofa nodded.
Jiang Zongqing leaned back in his chair and said thoughtfully, "The Imperial College is secretly pondering these strange and obscene techniques."
"I'm still a little worried." He Ruzhong stood up, "This Li Changan doesn't feel right to me."
"Is it possible that Brother He thinks that Li Changan's murderous intention training is comparable to mine?" Qin Xiaofa also narrowed his eyes.
He Ruzhong said, "Since he can control the power of archery and his murderous intention, it is naturally possible for him to hide his clumsiness."
"Why hide your clumsiness?"
"Show weakness to the enemy."
"Are you saying that an eighth-grade martial artist is as good as us in spiritual cultivation and has reached the level of entering the palace?" Jiang Zongqing also became serious,
"Brother He, do you think too highly of that Li Changan?"
"As Brother He said, he has already reached such a state before he went to the northern battlefield to practice. If he really went to the northern battlefield, wouldn't he have to beat me and others?"
He Ruzhong turned around and said, "Li Changan has not been in the county for a long time, only half a year, but why did we find something wrong when we checked Li Changan's details?"
"Is he a member of some aristocratic family? No."
"Then what other reason is there?"
He Ruzhong pointed to the Yunlai Inn, "After the two days of fighting, I have a guess."
Qin Xiaofa straightened his back, "Brother He means that Li Changan is a genius?"
"No one can compare to Taibai as a literary genius." He Ruzhong nodded, "But as a martial arts genius, Bailu Academy has never been exposed."
"I suspect that Li Changan is the martial arts genius secretly cultivated by White Deer Academy."
"Why isn't he a literary genius? Or even... Li Changan is Taibai?" Jiang Zongqing asked.
He Ruzhong turned his attention to Qin Xiaofa.
Qin Xiaofa shook his head, "It's not that you two don't know the difficulties involved in cultivating both civil and military disciplines."
"It takes half a year to cultivate martial arts to this level. Even if you consume martial arts treasures every day, you will probably have to practice hard day and night."
"What's more, Li Changan's murderous intention has already taken shape, and his seemingly simple and unpretentious shooting skills actually require a lot of time to practice."
"Do you think Taibai has this time to practice martial arts? Which of his poems does not require a lot of energy? There is also a master Taibai's running script, which cannot be touched without hard work."
"The most important point is that the artistic conception in Taibai's running script has nothing to do with murderous intent."
Having said this, Qin Xiaofa spread his hands and said,
"If Li Changan is Taibai, it means that he has understood both artistic conceptions, and his talent in literature is invincible, and his talent in martial arts is equally amazing."
"Then we Kuijie students should stop fighting. In a few years, Taibai will be able to directly suppress everyone."
When Jiang Zongqing heard this, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Why didn't he know what Qin Xiaofa said?
The speculation just now is indeed too shocking.
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Yan Qingshi, who had been anxiously waiting for the result, threw away the bamboo basket at hand after learning the news and ran to the academy as fast as she could, but was soon stopped by Zhang Fugui.
"Uncle Zhang, he is injured..." Yan Qingshi's already fair face was even more pale at this time, and she was crying like pear blossoms.
Zhang Fugui stopped Yan Qingshi and said, "Miss Yan, I believe Chang'an, he has been sent to the academy, and the academy's teachings will not just sit idly by."
Yan Qingshi shook her head desperately, her tears like broken pearls, "No, he...he is in a coma...can't, must not...wu..."
"I...I can take care of him..."
Yan Qingshi couldn't even speak clearly. She just wanted to go to the academy to see Li Changan with her own eyes.
Zhang Fugui couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw Yan Qingshi's appearance at this time.
Chang'an, you are really... This drama has deceived others, not only the people who care about you, but also the people who care about you.
On the other side, Song Anmin came to Tonglu Hutong, informed Liu Zhiyin of Li Changan's situation, and told Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong not to leave home in the past few days.
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The mountain behind Zhushan,
Wang Tiangang asked Li Changan, who was leisurely soaking in the deep pool, "How many days are you going to hide here?"
"Waiting for the day when the Dragon Gate Competition begins." At this time, Li Changan didn't look injured at all. He was controlling the dragon elephant's inner breath to swallow the wood marrow liquid in the deep pool.
"What if they continue to issue a challenge tomorrow?"
"Let's just say that I was seriously injured and fell into a coma. I still haven't woken up and can't even get out of bed." Li Changan already had an idea.
Wang Tiangang was amused, "Aren't you afraid that your reputation will plummet?"
"Losing in the Dragon Gate competition is the real fall." Li Changan shrugged, "I just want to win, and I don't care about anything else."
"But then I have to ask my seniors to help find a few more people and start a verbal war with those guys. I have won fifty games in a row, so no matter how much you scold me, you can't scold me, right?"
Wang Tiangang smiled and patted Li Changan on the shoulder, "You kid... you are quite evil-minded."
"Everything is for the honor of the academy."
"Get out of here!" Wang Tiangang waved his hand, "I'm grateful to God that your kid's reasons for doing this include the academy."
"But if you win both the archery competition and the magic competition, it will be a waste of time. At least the treasure you will get will help you improve your martial arts cultivation to the late eighth level."
"Why isn't it a literary cultivation?" Li Changan asked in surprise, "I remember that among so many rewards, there are also holy texts and Wen Jing."
Wang Tiangang explained patiently, "Wen Jing is best used to practice grammar and literary practice. If you rely solely on Wen Jing to practice, it will be like duckweed without roots."
"It will be good for your cultivation to be supported by saints' articles, poems, songs and paintings. It will have a solid foundation and a stable literary palace."
"In addition, you now devote most of your time to martial arts practice, so your martial arts foundation is fairly solid, but your literary practice, especially the grammar practice after reaching the eighth level, has not yet begun."
"If you continue to encourage others at this time, it will be extremely harmful to you. The Dragon Gate Competition is over, and I will start teaching you how to practice grammar."
Li Changan nodded thoughtfully, thinking about how much he still had not had time to digest.
From the time I came to the academy to now, I have spent almost all the time practicing.
But my cultivation time is too short, and I don’t even have time to get in touch with many treasures.
The first is his master-level Taibai running script and master-level Qinglian body. He has obviously reached the master level, but he has not yet understood the artistic conception.
Next is grammar. Except for a spark that sets a prairie fire on fire and a drop of water that cuts through a stone, the four major grammars contained in the May war poems are still unfamiliar.
Then came the four sacred texts obtained from the Capital General Hospital and the An family. Although they had been analyzed by the mutton-fat jade book, I had no time to copy them.
Then there is the "Hundred Swords Picture" that appeared on the mutton-fat jade book. The sword meanings corresponding to the one hundred and eight knives have not even been touched.
Even though he has been practicing the "Stone Tiger Picture" most diligently recently, he has not yet reached the end of his practice. Every time he realizes it, his archery skills feel like he has been completely transformed.
If outsiders knew that Li Changan still had so many things to digest, he would probably go crazy.
Whether it is two master-level artistic conceptions, four sacred texts, or the "Hundred Swordsman Picture", any one of them will be released, and it will cause a terrible bloodshed.
His cultivation seems to be advancing by leaps and bounds, but in fact there is still a lot of potential that has not yet been tapped.
Seeing Li Changan's silence, Wang Tiangang stood up and said, "You can stay in the pavilion these days. You are already an eighth-level martial artist, so I won't make a bed for you."
Li Changan cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, senior, for taking me in."
"Don't forget to practice." Wang Tiangang was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and asked with interest,
"By the way, your good friend Annan from Tiandiyuan... do you want him to accompany you?"
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand, "Forget it, it's fine for me to be here alone."
"Okay, I won't be coming over these days. I'll ask him to bring you three meals a day."
After speaking, Wang Tiangang walked out of the back hill without giving Li Changan a chance to refute.