I have nothing but luck

Chapter 7 Old Resentment

The students below were silent.

However, the heart that was about to move was like ashes that had not been completely extinguished, and it would not be long before it rekindled, "Counting this time, how many rulers have you broken?"

"I haven't counted them, let's say less than fifteen or six."

"Brother, did you start taking Mr.'s class last year?"

"Exactly, but how does this brother know?"

"As far as I know, there are more than [-] rulers that Mister has broken at least."

The two who were kicked out of the classroom had nothing to do, so they had to wander around in the academy to look at the scenery. The green willows on the shore are like smoke.

Over the past thousand years, Buzai Academy has flourished and flourished, among which the most often mentioned is the cherry blossom forest.

There is no other reason. Whenever the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, it is the day of graduation and farewell to the school.

No matter how many times the cherry blossoms have bloomed and fallen, how many ambitious students have been sent to every corner of the world to follow their hearts.

In the future, depressed people love the time when they were young and frivolous in the academy, and high-ranking people love the simplicity of fighting for a fight and eating for a meal. The prodigal son also misses the morning and evening An An settled the way back to the dormitory, Sakura entrusted them with too much emotion.

It was the first time for Jiang Jingxing to come to Fucho Academy, and he couldn't sigh under the cherry blossom trees. He felt how lovely and lovely the wind blowing the branches and the singing of birds were.

Xie Rongjiao looked at him coldly, and interpreted: "So Master, you were kicked out of class on purpose?"

In fact, when his husband spoke to drive them out, he was not without a trace of rejoicing in his heart.

Finally out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Just stop torturing each other.

Practitioners have sharper eyes and ears than ordinary people. With Jiang Jing's practice of practicing good fortune, how could he not be able to hear Mr.'s voice?

Then he might not live to be holy.

Jiang Jingxing cried out, "How can I! It's the first time I've been kicked out of class."

Xie Rongjiao was surprised: "Master, you have never been kicked out of class before?"

However, Jiang Jingxing's past has been embellished to an infinitely radiant level in his mouth, it is simply known by someone who was born destined to become a saint to save the world.

However, Xie Rongjiao had heard a lot of nonsense from him, so he knew how much was true and how much was false, plus what he had heard from Xie Huan and Xie Ronghua, he was able to sort out a rough outline of the saint's youth.

It's not like a student who pleases the teacher and doesn't get kicked out of the class.

In fact, Xie Ronghua once sneered harshly, hitting the nail on the head: "There is no one who can still like Jiang Jingxing when he was young, except for the little ladies in Pingkangfang. I respect all the ladies in Pingkangfang who are heroes."

Jiang Jingxing sighed: "How dare the master of the Imperial College drive me out?"

Compared with the unscrupulous academy, Guozijian is like a small projection of Haojing. When Jiang Jingxing entered school when he was young, the Jiang family was in full swing, holding most of the power to suppress the Northern Army of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, even if it was a sacrifice to him Open one eye and close one eye.

He went to the Guozijian just as a routine point of view, and there was someone else who taught him carefully in practice.

The one who has stood still since the founding of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, in terms of status, is only under the previous emperors, and in terms of cultivation, is the No. 1 national teacher of the dynasty.

"As for the national teacher—" Jiang Jingxing said, "How can he have the patience to engage in so many tricks, he won't listen to him if he wins a fight, but he has to listen to him if he can't beat him."

Xie Rongjiao finally understood who came from Jiang Jingxing's motivation to fight against him.

Fortunately, he thought it was influenced by the iron-blooded demeanor of the Jiang family's military for generations.

Jiang Jingxing continued on his own: "Don't look at the fact that the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty has no sons, and the elder brother of the emperor supported by the national teacher, Ji Huang, the eldest son of Emperor Huai, fought equally with other princes and kings, so he is said to be meek. If the national teacher is a few decades younger Years old, I am afraid that the houses assigned by princes and kings in remote places have been repaired for two rounds."

A cultivator who has been in the wind and clouds for more than two hundred years will also usher in a day when the hero is twilight and his life is about to end.

He was suddenly speechless.

The national teacher has the grace of teaching him.

After his father's fiasco against Beihuang, Emperor Huai, who was supported by the national teacher, imprisoned Jiang's family on the grounds of treason against the enemy.

His mother committed suicide on the spot when she heard the news, his father died in prison, and the rest of his family and relatives died at the execution ground.From then on, the Jiang family, dubbed Jiang Banchao, closed its curtain call in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The family's blood was flooded with flowers and brocades, and the prosperity of the family was cooked with fire.

Only Jiang Jingxing, I don't know if the Patriarch of the Jiang family had a premonition or a sudden whim, he was packed and sent to the Northern Wilderness for training before the incident happened.

Later, Jiang Jingxing stayed in the northern wilderness for several years, and only after entering the Mahayana did he dare to choose the most remote mountains and go south to the southern region.

Because the suzerain of Fazong personally judged that he must be the No. 1 who broke the rumors of the Holy Land of the Dead for hundreds of years, the power of Kyushu was tied to him, and all the forces in the southern region always protected him intentionally or unintentionally, so that Jiang Jingxing really came alive to sanctification.

After being sanctified, he searched all over the northern wilderness of Kyushu, but he couldn't find anyone who could stop him.

When Emperor Zhou was out hunting, a sword of Baihong shot through the sun to end the grievances between the Zhou family and the Jiang family.

After that, he and the Zhou family settled their grievances and feuds.

The national teacher will always stand behind the Zhou family

Xie Rongjiao felt a little uncomfortable for him.

When Jiang Jingxing was with him, he liked to arrange everything and had no scruples. He had changed the origins of his family's [-]th generation ancestors several times, and it was well-founded.

One day Jiang family's ancestral tomb cheated the corpse, and hearing what he said, I'm afraid I would have wondered if I had stayed underground for too long, my brain was a little weak, and I couldn't remember my family history.

Xie Rongjiao hadn't heard him talk a few times about Dudu Jiang's family's past affairs with the national teacher during this time.

I don't think I don't care.

Xie Rongjiao's 18 years of life have been smooth and smooth, and the most worrying thing is that he encountered a new bottleneck in the way of swordsmanship. Let alone empathize with him, he couldn't even imagine what kind of situation Jiang Jingxing would be in.

So he didn't want to say a few beautiful words in a routine way, so he could only say dryly: "The national teacher is quite suitable for you, teacher."

Even though Jiang Jingxing knew his nature well, he still couldn't help wondering if he had done something unintentionally to offend Xie Rongjiao that he would hold grudges against.

Jiang Jingxing muttered to himself: "I must have been lowered by Xie Huan at that time."

Only then will Xie Rongjiao be accepted as a disciple

"Master, if you were really deposed at that time, it must be 10 taels of gold and [-] spirit stones."

The two faced each other two by two, silent.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Jiang Jingxing said: "I regret it."

Knowing this earlier, he should have said at that time: "I should ask Xie Huanduo some points."

Xie Rongjiao kindly said: "Do you want me to edit a book? It's not too late now."

Jiang Jingxing said sincerely: "Actually, thinking about it again, I don't regret it that much."

"So I have to resign from the matter of compiling the book."

There is a flowing water pavilion in the courtyard of the dean. No matter how many mountains there are in the city, the courtyard is built on the mountain, leading a mountain stream to form a waterfall in the stone mountains piled up in the courtyard. The hexagonal pavilion is located directly under the waterfall. Sitting in the pavilion, you can see that the water curtain is like smoke and mist, endless.In midsummer, there are green shades and vegetation, and there is no heat. Although the practitioners are not affected by cold and heat, they can't help but feel refreshed here.

The dean and an old man in Confucian shirts sat opposite each other in the pavilion. The old man had a ruddy complexion, and even though his beard and hair were all white, he still had a heroic spirit, which didn't quite match his scholar's clothes.

If there is a gentleman who is taking a history course, he must be able to easily recognize this gentleman who has caused them a lot of headaches.

The dean held a cup of freshly brewed tea, and smiled apologetically: "I am also angry that the devil has entered my academy. It's just that there is no other way right now. We have to find the devil first and then talk about other things."

The old man glared, and his voice was like a bell: "How do you become the dean? The academy does not seek fame and fortune, but is independent of the world and gives young people a place where they can settle down and seek truth. That's what the academy wants to do. It doesn't mean that the academy can Even if the demon cultivator sneaks in, there may be a traitor who knows the demon clan inside, and he will not be moved!"

Then he discussed all the things the dean had done after taking over the academy, discussing the pros and cons one by one, his voice suppressed the sound of splashing water outside the pavilion, it was very important to analyze the merits and demerits of his life for the dean, and set up a biography, completely ignoring the dean himself Not only was he not dead, but he was even drinking tea in front of him.

Come, come, the dean has long been tossed by a group of them and lost his temper: "Yes, yes, you are right. But the top priority is to catch the demon cultivator. I don't worry about choosing a good day and auspicious day for my affairs. Let's talk about it openly." You will be happy for three days and three nights."

The old man stopped talking, "I think you have an idea, Dean, what should you do?"

The dean seemed to pour a pot of tea for the old man to please the old man: "The saint is coming to the courtyard, and the distance is close enough. Even if the demon cultivator has a heaven-reaching method to conceal his aura, he can't hide it from the saint. What we have to do is to find a reasonable excuse and not disturb him." students, and gather them all in one place.”

The old man known as Mr. Pei waved his hand, "It's not easy? Isn't the college competition enough?"

The dean rolled his eyes in his heart: "As usual in the college, the big competition is held at the end of each year. Now it's the end of the semester. The final exam is always in charge of each class's assessment, so we can't get together."

He was heartbroken: "Mr. Pei, I didn't complain on purpose. Do you always know how much effort it takes to choose the form of civil and military competitions, choose the topics, open up the venue, arrange the games, and maintain discipline for a year-end competition? Every year-end competition I lose a lot of hair, no matter how much sesame seeds, goji berries and walnuts I eat, it won’t help me!"