Time for cup of tea.

After coming out of Feiyun Academy, Fang Hong looked back at Baiyu Gate: "Wait, the roots and bones have not been tested yet, so those teachers have forgotten them."

“That’s good.”

"I can't control the martial arts root bone."

After thinking along the way, Fang Hong was a little enlightened.

Stabilizing development does not mean that there is no way to show one's saints in front of others.

Then, being humble and low-key does not mean that one must be low-key... On the surface, it is just a civilian, weak and helpless, and can indeed avoid trouble, but sometimes, weak itself can cause trouble.

"On the surface, I'm a wizard."

"In fact, I can kill the inner Qi realm with just one palm."

Fang Hong pondered for a moment, took out the academy student ID card from his arms, which was oval and the size of a palm, and was made of red solid wood.

On the front of the identity card are nine flying clouds, dyed with a hint of blue.

The back of the identity card is scratched by Huang Jiu's fingertips, and Fang Hong's name is carved.

...

It is noon.

On the street, I found a restaurant and Fang Hong ate a bowl of noodles and soup.

"Go back to the Yangshengzhai first."

"There is still a book that has not been copied today." Fang Hong slowly returned to the bookstore. After crossing the threshold, he saw the shopkeeper's expression of regret, and three points of secret joy, two points of joking: "You go to Feiyun Academy to test the spirituality of the root bones. Will you finish so soon?"

He thought Fang Hong had not met the standards of the academy and was rejected and drove him back.

That powerful inner Qi realm, Huang Jiu, was really cruel and ruthless.

Giving hope first and kicking away again makes people fall into despair.

If it were him, he would have collapsed on the spot and could not accept such a huge blow: "Lord Huang Jiu appreciates you, wants to recommend you, and promote it, but unfortunately he is not good at it, and others can't catch it even if they give it... Fang Hong, don't be sad, I have never seen a copywriter, and no one can be an exception."

Fang Hong: "Please increase your efforts."

The shopkeeper was confused and hesitated a little, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Thaha." Fang Hong turned his head and showed an encouraging look, cheering the shopkeeper: "You can't even sarcasm, how can you be the shopkeeper? I'll teach you that you should lean forward, your chin should be raised, your face should be disdainful, your eyes should be contemptuous, your tone should be full of contempt, hostility, and arrogance, which makes people want to hit you!"

"Your few words..."

"No, it's not qualified, it's too subtle."

Fang Hong gave a tip to ask the shopkeeper to be a tool person who could trigger [Still the mind] or [Showing the Saint in front of others].

Regarding this.

The shopkeeper frowned even deeper, and his thoughts were led by Fang Hong and he was deviated: "What if I finish talking about it, what if you really want to beat me to death?"

Fang Hong was stunned: "This..."

The shopkeeper sneered twice and sat back.

Fang Hong pondered for a moment, showing sincerity on his face, and sincerely said: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I will try my best to restrain myself."

The shopkeeper closed his eyes and couldn't hear it.

God knows what words will anger these strange-minded copyists - he is not that stupid and will not offend anyone to death.

...

Back hall.

Long table.

Facing everyone's different faces, Fang Hong picked up the ink pen, shook it, opened the book, and continued the work that had not been completed before.

The book cover slowly opened.

Present the opening content.

See only:

In the fifth year of Yuanchang, the chief examiner of the Daqian Science Examination and the Shangjing Society Examination received a bribe of 100 taels of silver, and tampered with the martial arts realm and the spiritual level of the 100 candidates.

Emperor Qian was furious.
Chapter completed!