Chapter 85 Difficulty

The morning class of White Fox College is very casual, and there is no teaching and nursing.

The hard-eduled students either sit by the rockery of the lotus pond and read, or go to the school early. As for the playful students, they have their own tricks. However, today, the students in the White Fox Academy have no thoughts. They coincidentally stop and look at the path leading to the school.

The two people facing each other in the path are not strange. One is the head of Guangping County, who was still above Li Lin, and the other is An Bochen, who was in the limelight a few days ago. As early as today, when they learned that An Bochen was going to enter the school, the students were on their minds. They knew that the White Fox Academy would inevitably be lively, but they never thought that this good play would come so quickly that in the blink of an eye, Princess Guangping and An Bochen were consumed.

"I annoyed Guangping when I just entered school. It seems that a humiliation is inevitable."

Next to the rockery, the sixteen- or seventeen-year-old student smiled and said, surrounded a group of students around him, looking ahead with him. The two major families in Liujing, Li Lin, the son of the Li family, is talented in literature and martial arts, while the son of the Ma family is a foreign relative. He likes literature and hates martial arts, and his first-hand articles are among the best in the White Fox Academy.

As a child of the country, he is rarely low-key. In addition to reading and practicing literature, he usually drinks and poems with three or two friends. He rarely provokes trouble, and his behavior is vaguely Confucian. Among the sons of the Liujing family, he is known as Ma Wen and Liwu.

"It's just a little servant reading companion. Kneel and kneel. What's the big deal?"

The students next to him were puzzled.

Marvin smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't forget that he is also a servant. After they entered the college, you all saw that the little fat man had no scruples and kept running in front of him. Only at this point can you see that the two must have been very good friends in the past, and then they ignored their superiority and inferiority. If the little fat man kneels down, it is equivalent to An Bochen kneeling. From then on, An Bochen can no longer raise his head in the White Fox Academy and will always be inferior.

As soon as the voice fell, Ma Wenchang turned his head and looked at the two students who were not far away by the sway. He raised his eyebrows gently: "Lao Si, have you ever figured out where those two people came from?"

A tall and thin student shook his head and said with a wry smile, "No yet. The old man always refused to reveal his words, but listening to the words of those two people, he didn't seem to be from Liu.

Hearing the words, Ma Wenchang said thoughtfully, "It's strange that the elders in the family keep their mouths shut. Is it that the two of them have a great time? It should be like this, otherwise how could they come and enter the first-class school?

The two mysterious students in the mouth of Mr. Ma, one is wearing brand-new cloth shoes and the other is wearing a plain crown. His face is extremely handsome. Naturally, they are Zhang Bushi and Wuhua. The two came to Liujing to find out the whereabouts of the divine master. The divine master did not find him, but looked for Mr. Li, who was good at secret arts, and An Bochen, who was defeated by Li Lin but was killed by a snake demon. Since An Bochen and Li Lin are both students of the White Fox Academy, they are close to the water platform first. In order to find the traces of the god from them, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi naturally mixed into the White Fox Academy.

They are the descendants of the divine master, and it is easy to get a letter of recommendation. It has been four or five days since they came to the White Fox Academy, and no students have found out the true identities of the two.

The stream is gurgling and the breeze blows the willows. Even if the two have been hanging out these days, they still don't like each other.

"Wuhua, An Bochen, whom you have been thinking about, will suffer again this time."

Zhang Bushi looked at the soles of his feet and said absent-mindedly. Today, he specially changed a pair of new cloth shoes from the famous cloud shirt shop in Liujing, which is also tattooed with two circles of white cloud patterns, which is ten times more expensive than the one he wore before. But he always seemed to be a little unaccustomed to it. He kept rubbing the stones on the ground. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the cloth shoes were not as comfortable as before. He was very unpleasant, just like the monk of Qin beside him.

"This is not necessarily true. Since he dares to come, he must have expected the current situation... Amitabha."

Wuhuakou shouted Buddha. Since the meeting of Moyunlou on that day, he has been extremely dedicated to An Bochen. In less than a month, he witnessed that An Bochen jumped from an unknown little servant to a gun genius in Liujing. In a blink of an eye, he was attacked by a demon and fell into the end of today's accomplishment. It's just one of the worlds in the world, but An Bochen starts from the end of the world, flourishes for a while, and then turns from prosperity to decline. Although this encounter does not happen in Wuhua, it can fall in the heart of the Buddha, but makes him feel it.

When there is prosperity, there is decline. When there is prosperity, it often declines in a blink of an eye. Between prosperity and decline, it seems to be swaning, but in fact, there is only one line.

Buddha's mind, divine wisdom is natural, and it is all understood.

Seeing the story of An Bochen, Wuhua tasted with a Zen heart and empathizes with him. Although his cultivation has not increased, his mood seems to have advanced rapidly. This opportunity is all about An Bochen.

"Even if I expect it, there is nothing I can do." Zhang Bushi looked away from the cloth shoes, turned to An Bochen, and said slowly, "Is Master Wuhua still going to help?"

Wuhua hesitated, moved his footsteps, and stopped in a blink of an eye.

Shaking his head, Wuhua suddenly smiled and said, "Let's see how he copes with it."

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When the voice of the master of Guangping County fell, Li Xiaoguan was stunned on the spot, his face turned pale and blue. His eyes widened and glanced at the group of sneering princes, and his heart beat wildly.

He never thought that in a blink of an eye, the little woman from the county would point the finger at him and kneel down.

These days, Li Xiaoguan is mixed in Liujing, which can be said to be like a fish in water. Although Moyun Tower is not as powerful as before, there is still a lot of money left. Old man Xiao went out of Beijing, and the red girl ignored the money. An Bochen studied and practiced day and night. Li Xiaoguan was inevitably moved by a lot of gold and silver. Although he did not dare to take more, a bank of silver was enough for him to play happily for three or four days with the "Shuangjie" in Yuanjing Village. He was generous as if he had the demeanor of Li Xiaoguan in his dream. Forget his original identity.

In Yuanjing Village, he is certainly the son of Mr. Li, who no one dares to provoke, but in this Liujing, he is just a statusless servant. When he meets a soldier at the gate, he nod his head and bows, not to mention the group of people in front of him.

Thinking that he actually contradicted these high-ranking family members just now, Li Xiaoguan's face turned pale and his legs and stomach couldn't help trembling.

"What? Why don't you, an unrut, kneel down?"

The girl's tone was cold and contemptuous, which fell into Li Xiaoguan's ears, but made his legs tremble more.

That's all. If I don't kneel, An Wazi won't be able to study today.

Everyone has backbone, and so does Li Xiaoguan. Otherwise, he would not have rushed to Liujing non-stop as soon as he received An Bochen's letter, let alone "save" him on the day of the test. But he knew in his heart that only when he knelt down could make the people in front of him vent his anger and let go of An Wazi.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiaoguan clenched his teeth and was about to bend down his knees.

"Hail."

An Bochen stepped out and stood in front of Li Xiaoguan.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoguan's face changed slightly and looked at An Bochen in a complicated way.

It is almost impossible for An Wazi to hide her cultivation and keep me.

Li Xiaoguan's eyes are complicated, with self-reproach and unwillingness, but more grateful.

It's not just him, but the students around him looked at An Bochen one after another, looking suspicious.

As we all know, today's An Bochen is no longer the shooting genius who was in the limelight in the martial arts field that day. The children of the family will not have any scruples when they start. If he wants to keep the last trace of face, he has to abandon the fat book boy. But at present, his behavior is really a trap, and it is unreasonable that he is not on his side. In the face of the difficult owner of Guangping County, he is doomed to end up in disgrace.

Some onlookers shook their heads and regretted, and some looked sarcastic, except for the monks of the Qin Dynasty who couldn't take their eyes off.

"If you wear cloth shoes, the little monk will bet on the ten altars of good osmanthus fragrance, and the owner will retreat completely."

"Why, Master Flowerless knows his next step?"

Zhang Bishi ridiculed.

"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know, but the Lord An must know. Do you bet or not?

"If you bet, just bet."

The two of them high-fiveed their vows, stared at each other and turned their heads at the same time.

Unlike what Ma Wenchang thought, An Bochen came forward to protect Li Xiaoguan, not worried that he could not raise his head. He came to the White Fox Academy only for the spring exam. Even if he was despised by all the students, An Bochen would not pay attention to it. He has the power of water and fire, a magical and mysterious fairy mansion. He is about to practice secret arts, and what the sons of the family in front of him have is just a noble status that seems to be superior in the secular world. These days, in the Moyun Tower, An Bochen sorted out what Liujing had learned one by one. Although he was far from forming a system, he gradually realized his future path.

He can no longer be the ordinary son of a farmer, but he is used to the faces and means of the people of the world. After seeing the changing, dangerous and dangerous situation in Liujing, An Bochen does not want to cling to the secular fame and fortune. Xiaohou was bent on cultivating An Bochen into a scorpion in troubled times, but there were only two endings in troubled times. Either such a meritor like Xiaohou was a failure or even a shroud corpse, or a prince was replaced by a prince. Over time, it became another family. An Bochen hated the existence in the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, Xiao Hou's painstaking efforts are in vain. Of course, An Bochen studies diligently, but he just wants to rely on this skill to be too safe and stable in Liujing, which is not the ambition that Xiao Hou expects.

At this time, An Bochen's greatest wish is to go to the sea that Simajin has been to, see the vastness of the sea, and see the wind and thunderbirds raised by immortals. If he can practice the secret magic, he may be able to go further.

Of course, if he can leave Liujing safely, the first thing to go is Yuanjing Village, which he misses very much.

"An Bochen, you don't have to kneel, but he is a servant. How can he not kneel when he sees the head of this county?"

The owner of Guangping County glanced at An Bochen with a sneer, his eyes like a sharp knife.

Almost everyone is waiting for An Bochen to explain how to make a fool of himself, but they don't know how An Bochen can come here if he is not sure.

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(Yesterday and the day before yesterday were all saved manuscripts. It seems that there is no code for three days. Let's find a feeling of ten thousand words tomorrow~)