I have nothing but luck

In the martial arts arena in Buchou Academy.

Tens of thousands of students still gathered together, and the dense crowd of heads, and the sound of the breathing of tens of thousands of people gathered together could render the martial arts arena sultry and hot.

But very quiet.

This is almost impossible to happen in Buchou Academy.

Everyone knows that the students of Wuchou Academy are good at literature or martial arts, obsessed with Taoism or obsessed with law. students.

The uniqueness is something that students of all colleges and universities cannot do.

Quiet.

Keeping them silent is more uncomfortable than killing them directly.

But this is impossible to happen, the probability is smaller than the sky and the earth are closed, the mountains have no edges, the rivers are dry, and the sun comes out from the west, it really happened in the martial arts field.

The dean stood on the high platform, his lips trembled, but he was also unable to say anything.

When he was young, he was famous for his eloquent tongue. Compared with Lu Binwei, he was very cruel. After all, Lu Binwei didn't care about it, and the dean didn't argue with others. Don't give up.

I don't know how angry the elders of the three schools of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism were almost forced to hold their breath, and staged a tragedy of human relations.

But at this moment, facing those young faces, the dean couldn't say a word to those eyes that were still jumping in his eyes, unwilling to be reconciled to being ordinary.

They are the youngest and freshest lives in Kyushu. They should be concentrating on reading in the academy and doing what they want to do. When they step out of the academy four years later, they should be greeted by beautiful flowers and the support of the elders. Support is the sincere fellowship of peers.

However, in a few decades, they should make achievements in the side they are obsessed with, whether it is cultivation, reading, or even going out to see the scenery. Drinking with old friends, drinking and playing chess, chatting about the mountains.

At this time, we should not step on the cruel battlefield filled with blood and fire, and can only be filled with bones, and we should not completely extinguish the overflowing youth in their eyes that are not compatible until death.

How can the dean of the academy speak?

The dean of the academy was embarrassed and cold, and as the direct disciple of the dean, Shen Xi had no choice but to take the lead to describe it.

Today he has another identity.

The leader among the disciples who are about to go to the Northern Wilderness battlefield.

He solemnly bowed to the dean, ignoring the fact that the dust on the ground stained the scholar's blue gown: "Take care, sir."

His simple four words seemed to have flipped a switch, making the students of the academy speak for the first time today, and they talked more like in the past.

They all voluntarily went to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang. Among the tens of thousands of students in the academy, they were recognized as the most powerful, the best in reading, and the dozens of scholars who had the most miscellaneous learning.

"Yes, sir, we have scolded enough in the past, and it is finally our turn to do it instead of scolding, which is very satisfying."

Some students responded with a smile: "That's right, although verbal criticism is enjoyable, how can it be as enjoyable as really neatly rolling up your sleeves?"

His words were immediately echoed by the crowd: "Indeed, in the past, the other two families, especially those sword cultivators from Jianmen, used to scold us for being only lip service, so let them see at this time, the scholar got angry and killed people , is no worse than these fools!"

Everyone laughed.

Amidst the laughter, a student said softly: "In the past, I always scolded Kyushu for being bad and that is not good. I hope it will become better. I have contributed a small amount of effort. Now Kyushu is about to fall, and we scold fashion. You have tried your best, how dare you not regard death as home at this time?"

The crowd fell silent.

The atmosphere became tense for the second time.

At this time, Shen Xi smiled and said: "That's the reason, so in order for us to be able to scold everyone and everything in Kyushu in the future, we must work hard."

Among the students in the academy, he scolded the least, but exerted the most strength.

Perhaps it is because of this reason that the academy students love and admire him so much.

The academy students laughed again in unison.

In the laughter, the dean said the first and last sentence of the day: "No matter what the situation in Kyushu is, I will always be in the academy, waiting for you to come back."

Keep the torch of your swearing-in guard alive.

I don't know which gentleman in the audience spoke first, the slightly astringent nasal sound in the voice overwhelmed the sense of relief, and forced to be serious: "Yes, this is a bit like a student of my academy."

The husband took them one by one and said, "Like the students I taught."

"In the future, you can report my name when you go out for a walk, and it won't be too embarrassing."

Finally it was Cui Hu's turn.

He opened his mouth under the expectant eyes of the students in the academy, and coughed twice: "If you come back safely, you will be exempted from my two exams in class."

I don't know which bold student said: "Why don't Mr. Cui write a poem for the brother who has the most heads?"

Cui Hu stared at them, and said angrily: "If you can come back safely, I will write a hundred poems for each of you, so what? The battlefield changes rapidly and is extremely dangerous. Don't worry about what you have and what you don't have!"

The students were not intimidated by him.

They all laughed and said, "It seems to be a poem by Mr. Cui, but they have to fight to come back."

They were laughing, joking and arguing as they set foot on the road to northern Xinjiang.

It seems that it is not a life-threatening road where I don’t know if someone will come back in the end, but an outing in the spring in good spring, and I am content.

******

Jianxiu, who was dubbed the "two fools" by the students of the academy, is also gathering in the open area of ​​the main peak at this moment.

The 81 sword cultivators, headed by Fang Linhe, stood upright like swords, waiting for the master Yang Ruopu to speak.

Hidden under this extremely cold and solemn demeanor of swordsmanship, how much is hypocrisy and hypocrisy hindering the door rules such as Pei Ming, and how much is sincere and eager to look forward to Ru Fang Linhe, it is unknown.

Yang Ruopu, who is obsessed with spiritual practice, has always been able to say one less word, and can solve a sentence in one sentence, but can't use two sentences.

But he unexpectedly said a long series of words today, forming an interesting and sharp contrast with the dean of the academy next door.

"I know that you can stand here. Everyone is an outstanding disciple of my Jianmen. In the future, you should become a strong man who protects one side. You will leave your name on the stone tablet of Jianmen for the younger generations who will live hundreds of thousands of years later." Look up."

"I don't know, and I can't say how many of you will come back, how many of you will live long enough to leave your names on the Jianmen stele, and I can't even say whether the Jianmen stele will survive."

Jianxiu spoke straightforwardly.

At least the academy next door couldn't say such blunt and unlucky words.

Yang Ruopu waved his sleeve and pointed at the stone tablet at the back of Jianshan Mountain. Following his movement, the disciples of Jianmen were surprised to find that they had neglected their appearance. They hadn't paid attention to taking care of their sect master for many years. , the large sleeves of the toga don’t bring up a single fold:

"However, in this life, one has cultivated for a lifetime and practiced swords for a lifetime. What should one do? Otherwise, how about being number one in the world? What about being invincible in the world? If you can't even keep a stone tablet in Jianmen, you want to be number one in the world, you want to be the number one in the world. What is Unrivaled Invincible mixing with?"

Yang Ruopu withdrew his hand, drew out his sword, and raised the saber passed down from generation to generation by the head of the Sword Sect above his head, like a ray of light unwilling to lie dormant in the darkness, that seemed to pierce the sky.

"I will wait for you to come back at Jianmen. I will guard the stone tablet of Jianmen, and I will also take away the sword for you."

Among the sword cultivators, there are not as many lofty ambitions and gorgeous words as the students of the academy.

I guard what you gave your life for, no matter where you die, I will take your swords to the sword gate.

One sentence is enough to entrust life and death.

Fang Linhe took off his sword, raised it above his head with both hands, and bowed to Yang Ruopu to salute.

It is the highest understanding among sword repairers.

The disciples behind him followed suit.

In the sea of ​​pine at the back of Jianshan Mountain, a large piece of green waves appeared, and the pine trees bent their branches one after another.

Not by the weight of the snow, but willingly and sincerely convinced.

After paying his respects, Fang Linhe was the first to turn around and go down the mountain with his sword. He didn't turn his head to look at the sword gate that he had grown up here for 20 years and that was more important than his life to him.

Because what he did is worthy of Jianmen and himself, he will not regret and hesitate, and look around.

So don't look back.

******

The main peak of Fazong is no longer the verdant vegetation, flowing springs everywhere, flying waterfalls, and water vapor splashing on the verdant green vegetation. It is not like a fairyland on earth.

After experiencing a fierce battle on the main peak of Fazong, leaving only a bald and unsullied piece of soil, it also reminded them how the woman in front of them raised herself to the Mahayana realm in just a few hours, and forcibly killed The suzerain of Fazong in the realm of heaven and man.

Although the suzerain of Fazong at that time was already at the end of his battle, the heaven-human realm was after all the heaven-human realm.

Yu Yingqiu saw her master on the top of the main peak attracting everyone's attention, and her senior brother climbed to the same position.

Finally it was her turn to shoulder the heavy burden of Fazong and ascend to the familiar position.

Yu Yingqiu didn't struggle nervously in her heart, she felt that Fazong's millennium foundation would be destroyed in her hands, and she would be that villain who has no face to see Fazong's ancestors in the underground.

She Lingling said: "Fazong has been weak for a long time. Master and senior brother all want to revitalize Fazong. Senior brother even became mad because of it. He did not hesitate to collude with Xihuang and seriously injured two seniors of the three sects who were in the realm of heaven and man."

Fazong's elders and disciples looked at each other, not quite understanding why Yu Yingqiu exposed her scars at this critical moment.

"The two seniors are a lot of people, and they don't want to argue with the weak Fazong, and my junior, and expose the matter with the death of the senior brother, but I have to keep it in my heart. This matter, Fazong should bear it in mind." half."

Yu Yingqiu closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, she took a deep breath, her soft voice was cold and firm, like the rocks at the bottom of Fazong Mountain that have been washed away by the South China Sea for a long time, but still sharp and angular:

"I know that if you go to battle, you will lose no bones left, and you will win a miserable victory. No matter you win or lose, Fazong will suffer great damage. I am sorry for the painstaking efforts of Fazong's predecessors."

"But I don't even have the face to avoid the war. If I really do this, I will have no face to see my master and the predecessors of Fazong in the underground."

She walked down the high platform where the suzerain lived, and walked to the leader of Fazong's disciples who voluntarily went to northern Xinjiang: "Since I am the suzerain of Fazong, I will accept all the criticisms from the seniors, but I don't care about the underground affairs, and I have to take care of the above-ground affairs." Do it well, let’s talk about the public affairs.”

"My Fazong disciple, follow me to the northern border!"

******

Xie Rongjiao went all the way from the City Lord's Mansion to the gate of Fengling City.

He walked very fast, like a gust of wind blowing on the ground, which caught people off guard.

But the charming and iconic red-clothed Feng Ling is still very eye-catching in Fengling City, and it is inevitable that someone will recognize him.

The person who recognized him didn't have time to hesitate and think, and shouted "Shizi" in his head.

Xie Rongjiao turned around.

I saw that the person calling to stop him was a young practitioner, maybe he had met him before, maybe he hadn't, but he didn't have a deep connection with him anyway.

After all, I can't remember the face.

The world of face blindness is so simple and pure.

The young practitioner called him out of impulsiveness. Seeing that Xie Rongjiao really turned around and became at a loss, Qiqi Ai asked hesitantly, "My lord, will we win?"

Over the past few days, the waves in Fengling City have been ups and downs, and the ever-bright lighthouse that lit up abruptly has just been partially demolished. The hot Fengling City Lord's Mansion is urging him to ask:

"Are we doing the right thing? The Xie family, is it still the Xie family?"

Or is it the Xie family who has been praised for his unshakable character in 2000 and stands in the southern region like the Changming tower in front of his eyes?

Xie Rongjiao looked into his eyes seriously.

Answer the questions of young practitioners one by one.

"Will win."

"We did the right thing."

"It's the Xie family."

It is the Xie family who has guarded the safety of the Southern Region and even Kyushu for generations.

Maybe there will be moth traitors, maybe it will decline for a while and become notorious, but no matter what, it can be traced back to Xie Li, and it can be traced back to Phoenix.The wishes and painstaking efforts of the Xie family's previous Fengling City Lords are up to our generation to defend, to keep the fire alive, and to pass on from generation to generation.

Not only to the young practitioners in front of me, but also to all the wandering and skeptical people in Fengling City, to the southern regions, and to the hundreds of millions of living beings in Kyushu.

The situation in Kyushu was like a sea wave, and no one could escape.

And the young man is like a rock, unchanged until death.