Chapter 378 Correcting

The beautiful scenery in the room makes people's nosebleed. Two white flowers are entangled like cowhide candy...

"Hurry up, hurry up. OK, work hard..."

The sound of sex made Han Feng feel excited again and again. He jumped on the vast grassland with a horse with a gun, and his delicate body cooperated desperately. Try to do various postures...

"Didi."

A rapid sound came from the Xumi bag and woke up Han Feng. He patted his body tightly wrapped around his body like an octopus and said, "There must be something urgent for me in Qingcheng."

The beauty in her arms reluctantly left his body and got out of bed with a red face. Han Feng smiled bitterly and dressed. In these days of Zizhuxuan, Qingyun pestered him when he had nothing to do. On the contrary, the two spent more time under the bed than under the bed. That's exactly what happened. The yang spirit in Qingyun's body accumulated rapidly. Yuanshen was originally virtual without a trace of weight, but now Qingyun walks on the road and has a slight sense of reality...

The thousand-mile transmission was opened, Murong Ruxue's angry face appeared in the air, and Han Feng was actually a little panicked.

"Where have you been these days?"

"I, I'm in Zizhuxuan." Han Feng is a little clendent.

"Han Yan has been there three times, why can't she sense your existence?" Murong Ruxue's face showed disbelief.

Han Feng was shocked. Oh, I forgot to open the array. It turned out that in order to hide the pyrolite veins inside, Han Feng blocked the sound in the array on that day. Thinking of this, he had to explain with a shy face, but he did not tell Murong Ruxue about the flint vein, because such a thing was not suitable for saying at this time. With the experience of things, Han Feng's experience is becoming more and more mature. He is going to find a suitable time to tell Murong Ruxue. Therefore, he had to concentrate on practicing his skills as an explanation and explain a few words, and the other party believed it...

"Master Ruxue, what's the matter?"

It's a big thing, you will soon have no fragrance. I haven't waited for Han Feng to talk to me and ask why. With a drop, Murong Ruxue's shadow disappeared in the air. It seems that it is still a little angry...

"Where to go?" A fragrant wind flashed, and Qingyun's delicate body had rushed into his arms. "I'll go too."

Han Feng took a look at Qingyun, his black hair fell fluffy and his skin was as white as jade. In addition to a cool feeling on his body, a person has become more watery. The lazy body clung to Han Feng, making his body hot again...

"It's an emergency, and I'm going to have a trip. How about you practice here?" Han Feng suppressed the chaos in his heart and said to Qingyun.

"I don't." Qingyun's tone suddenly became stronger, "No matter where you go, I must follow you, otherwise my heart will not settle down." Han Feng had no choice but to let Qingyun return to that ancient painting...

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When Han Feng returned to Wuxiangju, a red offer letter was waiting for him.

Red offer, gold characters on a red background, full of solemnity and luxury. Open the letter of appointment, which is written in regular script with hairpin flowers: I hereby hire Mr. Han Feng as a teacher of this college. The signature is Xuanhuang College.

Han Feng was shocked and looked up at the wind god who had been sitting quietly in his seat and slowly tasting tea. Asked, "The college has finally been established?"

Fengshen nodded with a smile, put down the teacup in his hand, and slowly said, "Gentleman, whip quickly. I believe you won't go wrong, right?"

Han Feng said, "Is it established in such a short time?" He was a little afraid to confirm. You should know that the establishment of a college, whether it requires material or manpower, is extremely amazing. It will definitely not take a few months to prepare for success.

Fengshen stretched out his slender palm, picked up the teapot on the table, filled himself with a cup of Biluochun, and then put it on his lips and tasted it gently. On the table, he looked at Han Feng and said, "Some things can't be thought of with common sense. To be honest, he has been preparing for the establishment of Master Xuanhuang College for 20 years.

"Twenty years?"

Han Feng was shocked that he was just an end of this matter. There are some things that I don't know...

Fengshen has gone. Han Feng was still looking at the red letter in his hand in a daze. In any case, he never thought that he would become a teacher one day. I don't know what will happen when my father hears this news...

This is like a rope wrapped around your feet, which takes up a lot of your time. Thanks to my cleverness, I temporarily made an appointment with Fengshen that I could only be a visiting teacher and did not live in the school. As for the class time, it should not exceed ten sessions a month, and the time had to be determined by myself. Moreover, the letter of appointment is within one year. If you renew the employment, it will depend on your mood..."

After some bargaining, Han Feng finally received a fiery letter of appointment. He didn't know whether the other party was wrong, and he had to sign a letter of appointment with himself, who was only at the peak of gathering gas.

"Okay, don't be daze. Haven't I also been hired? A broken face appeared in front of Han Feng. Murong Ruxue moved a chair and sat opposite him. Later, he learned that Murong Ruxue and Qingyue, as well as Master Yan Wuju, all accepted the other party's employment...

"We are going to report to the college tomorrow. Cheer up and don't look like someone owes you 100,000 taels of silver. It damages the prestige of my disciples of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. Murong Ruxue said, but her face was very excited. What an honor it would be to be hired by Li Jingtian, the national master of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, and sent the letter of appointment by his eldest disciple in person. This matter has been transmitted back to Qingcheng. Murong Aoki, the head of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, has allowed it. The result of the Senate's collegial was to reward Murong Ruxue and others, allowing several people to enter the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion for half a year...

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Han Feng was in a good mood. He was originally unrestrained, and he yearned for a free sand gull between heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, he really had control today. My heart was trembling. At this time, suddenly Han Yan said that the second brother came. Han Feng walked into the living room of Wuxiangju. Han Jian was sitting on the back chair of Jinsi Nanmu in the living room, looking boredly at the picture of Guanshan on the wall...

"Second brother, you're here." Han Feng said hello. He never thought that his second brother could visit his fragranceless house. Although the Han Feng brothers have deep feelings, they have always gone their own ways. On weekdays, we seldom come and go about things. Han Chong, the eldest brother, was stationed in western Xinjiang. When he left that day, Han Feng was less than 16 years old. He only remembered that the wind was rustling at that time, hunting flags to cover the sky and the sun. The sword is like a forest. The two have been separated for five years now, but the eldest brother has never come back. There is a message from the court that the western border is tight, and the Tianmo Empire has always been staring at it...

The second brother Han Jian is the leader of the inner and outer palace. He has always been stationed at the palace gate and rarely goes home. In the eyes of the two brothers, his third brother is a typical idle person. I neither support nor oppose what he has done...

Han Jian turned his head and saw Han Feng coming. He couldn't help but be happy. He stood up, walked over, punched him, and said, "It's such a big thing. Why didn't you tell the second brother? The second brother came here specially to congratulate him this time..."

Han Feng looked at his second brother indifferently and said, "Where does joy come from? Second brother, don't slander me..."

The second brother saw that there was no joy on his face and said in surprise, "You are really good at pretending to become a teacher of the newly established Xuanhuang Martial Arts Academy. Isn't it enough to call it a happy event? My third brother can finally change his evil, and my father has lost some trouble in mind... The second brother has told his father that he will immediately..."

Han Jian was originally a very majestic person. He has rarely spoken like this. Today, after speaking for several months, he was talking happily, but he saw no joy on Han Feng's face. I couldn't help saying, "Why are you unhappy? Is there something else?" Han Feng didn't want to say his unwillingness, so he had to force a smile and thank his second brother. The two brothers said something more, and Han Jian taught Han Feng a lot. It was nothing more than a career. After shining the words of the Han family, they left happily... Before leaving, Han Feng took out a jar of century-old Chunyang old wine, and then told him to get rid of his brother and tell Lord Han not to come here. When the second brother agreed, he was relieved. The second brother is witty and talented. My father has liked the second brother since he was a child. With the second brother coming out, he believes that things will be able to win...

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In three days, many horses suddenly poured into Wuyun City, either by sedan chair, riding or walking. The crowd surged, and the whole Wuyun City was also extremely lively...

Although these people are either rich, poor, officials, or grassroots people. The origin is different, but they all have one thing in common, that is, there is one, or several teenagers or girls around them. People are dusty and speak all kinds of northern and southern accents of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. All kinds of hotels in the city are full...

These people have one thing in common, which is to send their children to participate in the Xuanhuang Dynasty. June 20 is the day of the newly established Xuanhuang Martial Arts Academy. The competition includes two kinds, either culture or martial arts. As the saying goes, carp leaps over the dragon gate.

Entering the college is the beginning of many poor children to change their fate. This year, the Wuyuan issued new regulations. Those who enter Xuanhuang College can not only learn martial arts, but also get quite a generous scholarship. A well-informed source revealed that if you enter Xuanhuang College, the scholarship alone will be enough for these five years of study and life. Moreover, if the graduation examination meets the standard, and you can get various positions in the court or the army. The temperature of the enrollment of the Xuanhuang Dynasty this year can be imagined...

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A teenager with a vegetable-like face and black clothes patrolled in the crowd. His name is Kou Huang, from the Doufang City of the Xuanhuang Dynasty.

The black clothes cover the teenager's thin body and look very inappropriate. This is the clothes my mother gave to the eldest brother when she came. The eldest brother is ten years older than him, and he is only 14 years old. Because of long-term malnutrition, the eldest brother's clothes are naturally not suitable for him, but he is still very happy. Because this dress can only be taken out and put on during the Spring Festival or when visiting relatives.

A Qinggang sword hangs obliquely on his back. The scabbard is simple and made of black wolf skin, but this is the only most precious thing in his body. When she came, my mother took away the most valuable furniture in the family - the Nanmu wardrobe. This was still the dowry of my mother's dowry at that time. At least, she worked as 80 taels of silver in the pawnshop of the wolf in the town. I bought this Qinggang sword for him with fifty taels, and the remaining thirty taels of silver were used as a coil for him...