Chapter 112 The Storm of the College

"I didn't find the fairy mansion, and I didn't get hurt... How did he do it?"

In the Moyun Tower, the teenager frowned and thought hard, but he was puzzled. He shook his head for a long time and said, "Well, it seems that the little official is also a person with great luck. That's good."

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

"Oh no, I didn't go to the college today, Yan Fuzi's side..."

Thinking of yesterday's oath, An Bochen blushed and his scalp was numb. He jumped downstairs and jumped on his horseback and ran to the White Fox Academy.

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The willow bank and the wind is gentle, and the book is loud in the depths of the rockery. On the fourth floor of the bamboo building, more than 20 famous students from the first-class school are reading the National Rites with sad faces. This "National Rites" was compiled by Emperor Kuang in the early years of the Da Kuang Dynasty. It is divided into four volumes, "King", "King", "Shi", "Home". Each volume has more than 200 articles, and less than 70 or 80 articles. Each article also has more than ten chapters. The content can be imagined, and it is nothing more than loyal to the ceremonies of the country. Originally, it was Emperor Kuang's act of preaching education, but because the "National Rites" was compiled by the scholars of various princes and countries, even the words of education, it also included astronomy and geography, three teachings and nine streams, which was highly praised by literati and scholars of all dynasties and cited as a classic of the world.

Therefore, there are folk songs and songs, and there are 700 national rites, and they go to the pavilion to worship each other.

Having said that, most of the people here are born nobles and enter first-class schools. Even if they are not used to the National Rites, they can go in and out of the future. From early morning to now, Master Yan has not taught, but said with no expression on his face. Today, when reading the national ceremony, the students shook their heads, their mouths were dry and their tongues were dry, and their hearts were agling. What he hated was not Master Yan, but the one who made Master Yan furious.

Although he didn't say anything, none of the students could see the thick haze that Yan's face seemed to fall in a blink of an eye. He was also reading with a scroll, but it was more like covering his ugly face with a scroll. Looking through the scroll, you can see Mr. Yan's slightly trembling hands. Every time he seems to think of something, Mr. Yan's hand can't help shivering, and then his face looks a little worse.

It's the same. He was repeatedly skipped classes by students for no reason, and he didn't even say hello. Even Mr. Yan, who was highly valued, students in the south of the Yangtze River and famous all over the world, was difficult to calm down. What's more, Mr. Yan was a strong man who went south with the army to kill the southern barbarians when he was young. Although he is now over 100 years old, he is not a good temper.

Ma Wenchang peeked at Mr. Yan and remembered the little servant who didn't know where he was. He couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

In his back row, Wuhua looked helpless. He glanced at Zhang Bushi beside him and whispered, "The one who wears cloth shoes told you to call Bochen. Where have you been?"

Zhang Bushi's face was bitter, but he stared at Zhang Bushi without letting him at all: "It was agreed that you shouted, but it was on my head. You are dead..."

The word "bald donkey" was turned back by Zhang Bushi. Wuhua wore a brocade hat. He didn't want his identity as a monk to be discovered by his classmates, so as not to attract speculation. Zhang Bushi had already promised Wuhua. Although he was agged, he was also closed his mouth in time.

The schoolhouse was silent. Although the two were whispering, they could not escape Mr. Yan's ears.

The fierce eyes shot from behind the scroll and stared at the two people fiercely. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi's faces stiffened, so they had to stop whispering and shook their heads and read the National Ritual.

Even if he is the descendant of the master, if you meet this old teacher who only admits death, scolds, and can't beat him, he has to study obediently.

There are about 20 people in the school house. I'm afraid that only Ma Wenchang, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi don't hate An Bochen. Everyone else, together with the old man, gritted their teeth with hatred, but the young man in black sitting at the window raised the corners of his mouth, and a playful smile appeared on his handsome face.

After recuperating for so long, if you don't come out, I'm afraid people in Beijing will think I'm afraid of you.

Thinking of the teenager who knocked himself down the dust, the most beautiful noble man in Liujing, Li Lin's eyes flashed with a strong hatred.

Even if he fought against Moyun Tower at night, An Bochen was seriously injured by his "enemy" and lost all his cultivation, but Li Lin was still not relieved. As long as An Bochen spends more than one day in Liujing, he will be like a stone, like a thorn on his back, and it is difficult to sleep and eat. Every time he thinks of it, he will always tremble with hatred. To be honest, Li Lin was never so gloomy before. He was as elegant as Ma Wenchang. He was defeated by An Bochen's gun three times and twice, and he was completely defeated in front of the emperor. He was seriously injured in front of all the people in Liujing. Although he saved his life, it was worse than death for him.

Originally, he was the son of a high-ranking family. Once he was trampled on the soles of his feet by the son of a district tenant, the nature of the family under the layer of shame was uncontrollable. If An Bochen doesn't die, he will not be safe for a day.

As Li Lin, it is extremely easy to kill a servant, just like pinching a bedbug. But after raiding Moyun Tower that night, the elders of the family came back without saying a word and never mentioned revenge for him again. Li Lin knew that it was impossible to kill him with his own hands. So after Li Lin looked for the head of Guangping County, he returned to the school, but heard a piece of news that made him very angry. An Bochen skipped class several times, and the old man had already been dissatisfied. In this way, his only scruples, Mr. Yan, was no longer a threat.

You think that Li Lin can master the secret skills, but I don't know that if I'm just a martial artist, how can I make the sons of Liujing bow down? When I come back this time, I will definitely make you lose your reputation and be stabbed in front of tens of thousands of people.

A trace of viciousness appeared at the corners of his mouth. Li Lin looked at the sky. It was already afternoon, and the time for late school was about to be An Bochen. He had some regrets.

He looked sideways at the same slightly disappointed head of Guangping County in front of him, and Li Lin's smile was a little more.

The owner of Guangping County is a good chess piece. He is favored by Liujun. He is anxious and arrogant. He is moved by himself in a few words. It is most appropriate to kill An Bochen with her hand.

Since he heard that the head of Guangping County turned from the State of Wei, Li Lin moved his mind and secretly told the family who had followed him to spread the viciousness of An Bochen in Guangping's ears, but he could not be too exaggerated. Although Guangping was straightforward, he was not a fool. As a result, Guangping was furious when he heard this. After ordering people to inquire, he became more and more sure that An Bochen was a complacent despicable villain. Li Lin visited the door at the right time, and his words and manners were neither humble nor arrogant. He looked like a handsome family who suffered serious setbacks but became more and more diligent, unyielding and vowed to be loyal to the king and serve the country. In this way, although Guangping felt that Li Lin's loss to An Bochen was embarrassing, it was difficult to have a bad feeling. Guangping could naturally listen to what Li Lin said, so yesterday, Li Lin finally launched the killer. When the mother and daughter came to the square plane and cried bitterly and confided their grievances, Guangping was furious and immediately promised to join hands with Li Lin to remove the "cancer" mixed into the White Fox Academy.

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

Okay, okay, you're still here after all, but you won't think about what you're going to face.

There was a strong excitement in his eyes. Li Lin put down the scroll, squinted his eyes and looked at the teenager who boldly broke into the bookstore. His face was red and at a loss suddenly had a trace of absurdity in his heart.

Such an ordinary teenager with a little more luck will be led as his opponent? I actually fell into a plan for the son of a tenant who has no power and no power and has lost all his cultivation. It's really ridiculous to kill chickens with a cow knife... Maybe it's not even a chicken.

Thinking about it, Li Lin shook his head with a smile.

That's all right. Let's take it as a chicken to set an example. Besides, if he doesn't suffer and die, how can he be so angry?

As An Bochen broke into the college breathlessly, the original reading sound stopped abruptly. Everyone put down the scroll and looked at An Bochen. Of course, most of the students looked annoyed, but the old man looked calm and his hands did not shake, so he could read the book leisurely.

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

Sure enough, the next moment, Mr. Yan suddenly bounced up, copied the bookcase and hit An Bochen, but was avoided by An Bochen.

"You... How dare you hide?"

Mr. Yan was so angry that his teeth creaked, and his long white beard curled up and fell down, as if he could move. Mr. Yan has a long face. At this moment, he is like an old goat who has been grinding for more than ten years in Yuanjing Village. He also has a tense face all day long. When the children in the village tease it, they will always blow their beards and stare angrily, which is very ridiculous.

I don't know why, when he thought of the old goat in the village and looked at the extremely funny old man in front of him, An Bochen couldn't help laughing.

He couldn't hold his breath. An Bochen's face stiffened, but a strange smile still floated uncontrollably on his cheeks.

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, Yan Fuzi was also stunned. In a blink of an eye, his neck turned red and smoked. Regardless of his manners, he grabbed everything he could grasp and smashed An Bochen viciously.

"You can't teach children!"

"What kind of style is it to destroy the style of learning!"

"Do not hide..."

"Little rabbit, don't hide!"

When it hit the rise, Yan Fuzi cursed, but he even took off his clams and staggered and patted An Bochen.

An Bochen's face was bitter and helpless. He couldn't figure out how such an old man with a hot personality could become the master of the first-class school of the White Fox Academy. However, at present, he has no time to be curious. Although he knows that being beaten twice by the old man may calm him down, how An Bochen can pull down this face can only hide around the school house.

The teacher walked angrily, and the students fled in circles.

This movement naturally shocked the students and teachers of Yibingding Third College. The time for free time has come. The students gathered downstairs and opened their mouths to look at the first-class school, which they had never seen before or even dared to think about.

" Even Master Yan is so angry that no one will talk to you this time."

With a grin, Li Lin said quietly, turned to the head of Guangping County, and saw that she also nodded quietly in her eyes.