I have nothing but luck

Chapter 6: Chickens and Ducks Talking in the Academy

Jiang Jingxing humbly asked a man sitting in front, who was the one who uttered the wailing, "Have you ever said this?"

The student sighed, his eyes were as dead as death, "Brother, you are new here, so you don't know it. This course teaches the history of practice. Sir, he especially likes to read about the past sages. He especially loves the part where the Eastern Desolation Army is forced outside the gate of Buzai City. The past, from the time I took this course to the present, counting carefully, the master has said at least [-] or [-] times!"

The student next to him nodded in agreement, "Although the history of the sages is admirable, and the noble character is admirable, but after listening to the wonderful ups and downs of the story 23 times, can it be described as tasteless and boring?"

The two clasped their hands together and sighed in unison: "It's so painful that my ears are callused!"

Xie Rongjiao said coldly: "I think it's okay."

The two turned their eyes and looked at him in puzzlement.

Jiang Jingxing's eyes wandered, and his smile was empty.

Typical performance of guilty conscience.

The corner of Xie Rongjiao's lips curled up, "After all, I would rather listen to the history of the academy twenty or thirty times than to listen to the storytelling without changing a sentence seventy or eighty times."

At least the content is more interesting than the stereotyped Xie Guiyuan's strange appearance and how the saint looks like a heavenly man.

Jiang Jingxing first loves fortune telling, and second loves storytelling.

Jiang Jingxing's smile collapsed, and his eyes became weak.

If Jiang Jingxing really speaks so eloquently that people want to stop, that's fine. After all, with his status, those powerful geniuses, rich and powerful heroes know a lot about the unspeakable secrets of the past. Who doesn't like to hear it?

But Jiang Jingxing doesn't like to talk about it. What he loves to talk about is nothing more than a bunch of crap before he was not sanctified. There are seventeen or eight versions upside down, and each version is exaggerated. If he can't be tolerated, it's time to ascend to immortality and godhood.

In addition, it is about Xie Ronghua. People love to hear about her battles where she won beautifully and has not been matched by anyone in a hundred years.

Jiang Jingxing was ingenious and found a new way to talk about Xie Ronghua's terrifying appearance.

After the people were full of wine and food, they chatted: "Have you ever heard of the appearance of Xie Shuai, the returned army?"

"Why haven't I heard of it? It is said that that Xie Shuai has been born very strange since he was a child. He is tall and strong. He doesn't look like a delicate lady. Instead, he is often regarded as a rough man."

Most of it was thanks to Jiang Jingxing.

What separates Jiang Jingxing and Xie Ronghua is not the incompatibility between the two virtuous people, but another origin.

When Xie Huan was young, he went to Haojing in the Northern Zhou Dynasty for a study tour, and studied at the Guozijian. Both Jiang Jingxing and Jiang Jingxing were restless figures at that time.

The two knew each other as a matter of course, and they used to sneak out of the Imperial College to visit Pingkang Fang together. After Xie Ronghua was born, Jiang Jingxing naturally treated each other differently, and kept saying that he treated her like his own niece.

Jiang Jingxing suffered a lot from his ignorant words when he was young.

When Xie Ronghua was a child, she was like a devil in the world, but she couldn't be beaten or scolded. After suffering until she grew up, Jiang Jingxing put aside all the reasons of seniority, and geared up to seek justice for the suffering he suffered in the past few years.

Xie Ronghua is rebellious, Jiang Jing's behavior is old and disrespectful, and the two have been arguing until now.

Even in storytelling, he did not forget to add oil and vinegar to Xie Ronghua into a big, round, black, strong and burly image without salt.

Fortunately, Xie Rongjiao and Xie Ronghua have a deep relationship, so of course they don't like her being discussed like this.

The big money is the biggest in the world, since Xie Rongjiao became a teacher for ten years, Jiang Jingxing seldom continued to spread untrue remarks about Xie Ronghua's appearance.

The gentleman slapped the ruler heavily on the stage, and the sound was like thunder.

The two students in the front row immediately turned around, as if nothing had happened and they were concentrating on listening to the class.

The gentleman cleared his throat: "Since the phoenix suppressed the turbidity with its body, the four spirits built a four-dimensional barrier for Kyushu, the turbidity has been curbed, and the magic has subsided a lot. There is no distinction between north and south in Kyushu, and countless sects have sprung up like mushrooms pop up.

Although they never dared to reduce the border defense, the Kyushu people have been drunk for a long time. They don't want to think that 200 years ago, the northern wilderness encountered a severe cold that was rarely encountered in thousands of years. The magic cultivators with lower cultivation bases would be frozen to death. There are people, and there is only one way to live in the south. "

The battle of going south to chaotic China was a nightmare that people of the older generation would still break out in cold sweat when they dreamed back at midnight, a hell world described by official historians as "I can't bear to write, I cry when I see the words".

"The army of the Northern Wilderness fights for a way out. The army is united and courageous. On the other hand, Kyushu is addicted to the peaceful climate. Most sects are detached from the world and don't like worldly affairs. Each family has its own conflicts of interest. How can they fight? The north bears the brunt because of its position. Ten rooms and nine empty spaces, not an inch of ground that has not been stained with blood, the city is too crowded with corpses, and the fire has been burned for ten days and ten nights, but it has not been completely burned. Fish, as long as you don't escape from the city, you will definitely be choked to death by the smoke."

The gentleman paused every word, and his tone became gnashing of teeth because of the mixed emotions.

The students in the audience finally stopped discussing whether to eat Xishi's braised pork elbow or sauce-flavored beef for lunch.

Some students whispered in a low voice: "It's hard to hear these things, so I'm most afraid of Mr. talking about this."

The student at the same table patted him on the shoulder and understood: "The blood and tears of the ancestors should not be forgotten. The academy has always organized students to join the army. After we finish our studies, we can also go to the battlefield."

"Brother Li is very ambitious."

"Don't dare to be, dare not be. But there is a saying that is true, you have the strength to fight when you are full."

The student agreed: "Brother Li thinks, should I eat Cuiji's fish soup from Xishi, which is lighter, or Cuiji's stewed pork with thick oil and red sauce is better?"

"Why don't you choose the middle one and try the well-reviewed Beggar's Chicken at Xinkai?"

When the students were talking and killing chickens with their tongues, the master talked about the Northern Zhou Dynasty:

"During the battle of the northern wilderness going south, tens of thousands of families fled to the southern region. It was not until the birth of the Northern Zhou Tai | ancestor that the decades-long chaos in the northern wilderness ended.

However, at this time the northern land was barren, Zhou Tai|Zu Zu learned from ten thousand years ago when the aura did not exist in the world and established the country, so Kyushu was divided into Northern Zhou and Southern Regions, there is a theory of North and South. "

Xie Rongjiao did not enter Buze City, and when he was resting at the nearby Yangcheng Inn, the proprietress of the inn heard that they were going to Buze City, seeing that the two of them were attractive, she kindly advised: "Listen to me, Mr. If you meet academy students in the city, don't talk to them about anything other than food."

She then shook her head and denied herself: "It's best not to talk too much about food, just stop talking too much."

Xie Rongjiao was puzzled: "Madam please enlighten me."

The proprietress laughed and said: "It's absurd to say, most of you don't believe me. When you don't choose a city, you will be able to solve your doubts."

At this time, Xie Rongjiao thanked that kind and beautiful proprietress from the bottom of his heart.

The gentleman on the stage was making an impassioned speech. When the Northern Wilderness Iron Rider stepped on the first barrier in the south, he did not choose the academy. No one escaped from the academy, from the dean to the cook. Some students who asked for leave to go home hurried away with their bags on their backs after hearing the news. Go to the academy to die.

The formation of the academy connecting the entire city was stitched and repaired, and finally, before the courtyard house used to repair the formation of the city wall was demolished, it waited for the help of all forces in the southern region.

The students in the audience were already arguing.

The reason is not one thing.

They started from the Northern Zhou Tai | The Ancestors did not change the establishment of the Northern Zhou Dynasty to the advantages and disadvantages of the establishment of the Northern Zhou Dynasty to the North, and then spread to the Southern Territory without a unified power, and then analyzed whether the long-standing situation in the Southern Territory was positive or Legacy.

They said they didn't listen, but they really listened, and they didn't forget to keep pace with the progress of talking about old things with their husband.Some students were arguing about the dean's strategy of defending the city and the method of repairing the formation at that time.

The classroom is like a forest of birds. The calls of each species have nothing in common except for their loudness. They call and peck each other happily, which makes Xie Rongjiao's eardrums ache, and the willows outside the window are covered by their voices for no reason. The branches trembled.

He sincerely admired the gentleman whose voice steadily overwhelmed the noise in the hall and whose face turned red when he spoke.

Jiang Jingxing regretted that he didn't close his hearing at the beginning: "I didn't choose the style of the academy. I heard about it as early as when I was in Haojing. I didn't expect that seeing it is better than seeing it."

The two students in the front row are people who are used to big scenes and turbulent waves. They are calm and unmoving, "Brother Gao, Brother Jiang, let me say something. You are the first day of enrollment, and you don't know the rules of the history of practice." The history of the school in this class will be written silently in the next class. No points will be added in the final exam if you are silent, and you will fail the course if you don’t. The husband said it is a matter of attitude, and there is no need to discuss it. "

The two students in the front row obviously had some inseparable grievances and grievances with the course of the history of practice. The other student who had echoed his words before turned his head in time, with vicissitudes of life written in his eyes:

"It is rumored that the students of the academy love and love the academy, and the thousands of years of history of the academy can be recited—"

The two of them hugged each other with tears in their eyelashes, and shouted out the aspirations of everyone present: "They were all forced out! What can we do!"

Jiang Jingxing: "So the history of the school taught in this class really needs to be written silently in the next class?"

Students from all directions nodded together.

Xie Rongjiao: "Don't look at me, I didn't listen."

Jiang Jingxing humbly asked for advice for the third time: "Can I write a cheat sheet?"

"No."

"Is it so strict?"

"It's that strict."

The anger of the gentleman on the stage rose slowly, the students off the stage shut their mouths obediently and remained silent, Xie Rongjiao closed his eyes in a horrible way.

Jiang Jingxing didn't realize that the god of death had opened his fangs in front of him and sneered, and continued to complain, "It's a bit unhuman."

The master smashed the ruler heavily on the table, startling a group of birds chirping on the branches outside the window, "It's just so unreasonable."

"It's so unreasonable." Jiang Jingxing sighed, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, he looked up and found that the posture of Mr. holding a ruler and sneering on the stage seemed to be sharpening a knife at cattle and sheep.

It can be briefly summed up in three words: murderous.

Before he could figure out what happened between these few sentences, whether it was Moxiu's entry into the city or the death of the Northern Zhou Emperor, which caused such a drastic change in the classroom atmosphere, Xie Rongjiao whispered in his ear: "Just now The man who spoke to you was sir."

His voice was very soft, but in Jiang Jingxing's ears, it was like a gust of wind whistling and turbulent waves hitting the shore.

Jiang Jingxing asked calmly, "Since when?"

"Start when you asked if you could type a cheat sheet?"

The gentleman exploded in anger, and snapped the ruler into two pieces, "Don't tell me you are late, and you have been making eye contact with no one else since the beginning of the class. Do you think I am dead?"