Da da da da da!

A sudden sound of horse hooves came from the bustling downtown. Some people who had suffered losses suddenly changed their colors and shouted: "The horse yamen is here again!"

Suddenly, the mess was in chaos. A child was knocked down and sat on the ground and cried; the sound of chickens and dogs crowing was mixed, which was like a big pot of boiled porridge.

The streets that were still very crowded the moment before were suddenly empty, giving up a path.

Get it!

Chu Sanlang whizzed past on a snow-haired horse.

This mount is covered with no trace of discoloration on its body, and it is also a rare horse of famous species. It has a name called "Zhaoye Jade Lion", which is of great value.

The most expensive horses in his stable were the sweat-blooded BMW. Then it was the turn of the "Zhaoye Jade Lion". The BMW flew into trouble and was cut off by a sword. The murderer was still not captured, which made Chu Sanlang extremely angry. When his uncle finally gave up, he could let him go out. He couldn't help riding on the "Zhaoye Jade Lion" and relive the long-lost pleasure of galloping.

After arriving at the end of the world, two healthy servants who were breathless. Fortunately, they were used to running, so they could keep up with the young master's shadow. I believe that if I practice for a few more years, I am afraid that I can learn without a teacher, and I may even master peerless light skills such as "Seven Steps to Cicadas".

When they passed, the crowd suddenly became turbulent:

"Didn't Chu Yanei feel restless? Why did it get better?"

"I got better a few days ago, and it is said that I was cured by a monk."

"Monk? What monk?"

"Who knows? It should be a monk from Youfang. After curing Chu Yanei, the magistrate was very happy, so he asked someone to build a temple in the western area for him, which seemed to be called "Gukong Temple"."

"The damn stinky monk said mercy all day long, but saved the evil people and caused trouble in the market."

This curse obviously lowered the voice.

"Hey, you're really scolding me right, that monk's magic name is called 'Stinky Monk'."

"No way. This bald donkey should be so stupid that he actually gave such a magic number..."

In the words, the disgust was unblocked. Even the bald donkey was called directly. As the saying goes, "Love the house and the black", the same is true for hatred. They were troubled by Chu Sanlang and had a lot of resentment in their hearts. Since they hated Chu Sanlang, how could they have a good impression of the stinky monk who saved Chu Sanlang?

While talking, they cursed together.

This is also a kind of public opinion.

If a warlock is here, he will open his spiritual eyes and see the public's opinions turbulently. Angry invisible thoughts gather together, lingering in the air for a long time and refuse to dissipate.

But Chu Sanlang, who rode his horse like flying, went straight to Guanchen Academy, ran to the open space in the front yard as usual before stopping, got off the horse and threw the reins away. But at this time, the two healthy servants who were serving him had not followed, and he suddenly felt annoyed in his heart.

After waiting for a while, Jianpu finally arrived, but what greeted them was a whip that struck him.

The two healthy servants were in pain and screamed, but they did not dare to dodge. They knew that their young master was so upset that he could not vent, so they could only find a reason to sprinkle it on himself. Being whipped is actually light; if he was hit by a big board, hurting his roots and bones, it would be fatal.

The fate of a slave is as low as an ant, and there is no choice at all.

After whipping for a while, Chu Sanlang threw the whip and broke into the A-class school with his hands on his back.

The originally quite active atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, and many eyes looked over, but when Chu Sanlang stared at him, he immediately flashed and lowered his head.

As soon as Chu Sanlang walked in, he stared at Ye Junsheng and his pen.

There are many students in the school. Because it is not time for class, they either stand or sit; or whisper, talk about something, or read books and write on their own.

Ye Junsheng was writing.

Sitting upright, he looked like a firm rock, firm, rigorous, and stable, completely immersed in the state of copying and splashing ink. The world is the only one who ignores the movements and stills of external things, including Chu Sanlang's sudden intrusion.

Mountains of Tai collapsed in front of them and their colors remained unchanged, while deer rose on the left but their eyes did not flash, which was nothing more than that.

Inexplicably, Chu Sanlang was angry and rose up fiercely, and he was very disgusted with Ye Junsheng's concentrating attitude. If he had changed to another place, he would probably rushed over, grabbed Ye Junsheng and slapped him in the palm of his hand happily.

It’s a pity that even if Chu Sanlang is standing behind Chu Sanlang, he cannot beat his classmates and students at will. If the trouble begins, the crowd will be in a hurry and the pressure on public opinion will be very high. After all, Ye Junsheng is not a flat-headed scholar. He is a scholar and a student in the academy. Even if he is just the bottom-level scholar-official master, fame is fame and fortune. The court will pay attention to it and it is impossible for people to humiliate and bully at will.

Although Chu Sanlang admired Wu and was disgusted with literature, he understood the rules and understood what should be done in a specific environment. Therefore, he could only glar at Ye Junsheng fiercely and then sit back to his seat.

At this time, Ye Junsheng practiced his writing and wrote the words, and put down the brush. Now his cultivation is stable and his senses are sharp. He naturally fully noticed Chu Sanlang's hostile gaze, and he sneered in his heart. Suddenly, he was excited and picked up his pen again and wrote words on a piece of white paper:

"There is a god who raises his head three feet away. If the gods don't respond to me, I will repay you! You have such a strong momentum."

With a sigh, Liu Tianchen who was next to him, he just stretched his head and saw the words written by Ye Junsheng, and couldn't help but recite them lightly.

Ye Junsheng smiled at him, and suddenly grabbed the ink of the characters and kneaded them into a ball.

Liu Tianchen asked with heartache: "Junsheng, why is it invalid?"

Ye Junsheng threw the paper ball into the wastebasket placed beside the book desk and smiled and said, "I'm not very satisfied."

Liu Tianchen looked at him with a look of his expression and almost always wanted to carry the wastebasket into his arms and grab the ball of paper in his hand.

It is said that today's calligraphy saints often surround dozens of people on weekdays, each of whom stretches his neck and waits for the family of the calligraphy saint to take out the garbage. Then they rushed up to see if they could obtain the word and half of the sentences written by the calligraphy saint, or collect them, or sell them.

Waste paper can also be sold for money. In the vast Tianhua Dynasty, I am afraid that there will be only the glory that the Saint of Calligraphy can enjoy.

It won't take long to go to class.

Time has its feet, and it is noon again, after school, for lunch.

"Ye Junsheng, come here, I have something to say to you."

Chu Sanlang suddenly shouted.

A crowd of people immediately smelled some kind of violence and quickly dissipated. The eyes of Ye Junsheng looked at Ye Junsheng, which had complex meanings and had their own opinions.

Guo Nanming, who is also in Class A, couldn't help but frown: Although he had been studying abroad some time ago, he heard a lot of rumors about Chu Sanlang after he came back, and knew that he was a real playboy and could do anything.

This time, Ye Junsheng was targeted by him, which is definitely not a good thing.

Guo Nanming was quite dissatisfied with Ye Junsheng, but he was only concerned with his poetry and talent. He was arrogant and would not do despicable actions like a martial artist like Chu Sanlang.

"Well, if Chu Sanlang really wants to do something wrong, I will come forward to save Ye Junsheng..."

His Guo family is a prominent family, and it is still a bit important.

When he arrived at a remote place in the academy, Chu Sanlang stood still, folded his arms and fists, looked at Ye Junsheng who was following him, and said domineeringly: "Ye Junsheng, I will give you the last chance. Now I will help me lead my horse to parade. After the tour, maybe I will be generous and spare you and not deprive your scholar of the fame and fortune. You can think clearly that if you are stripped of fame and fortune, you will never turn over again."

In Tianhua Dynasty, for a scholar, the most painful thing is to be stripped of fame and fortune, which means that he will not be hired for life and his future will be ruined. Life is worse than death. This is even more miserable than failing for decades. After all, people can continue to take the exam.

Ye Junsheng asked calmly: "Mr. Chu, do I have a grudge against you?"

"No revenge."

"Is there any hatred?"

"Hehe, it's up to you? I don't deserve to make this young master hate him."

Ye Junsheng said: "Then why should I be unable to get along with me?"

"Ha ha!"

Chu Sanlang laughed and looked at him idiotically: "I have said a little bitch that I hate being rejected the most in my life. If you reject me, you should be enlightened."

Ye Junsheng remained calm and suddenly said, "Young Master Chu, do you know what I hate the most in my life?"

Chu Sanlang raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Being threatened!"

Chu Sanlang's pupils shrank, and he looked at him again, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a mocking curve, and he tsk in his mouth: "It's true that it's a hard bone... It's a pity that you met this young master. I like to find someone with hard bones the most. Okay, the last little patience has been worn out. Ye Junsheng, I can tell you very responsibly that all this is what you asked for."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and came to the grass. The servant who served quickly handed the whip diligently.

Chu Sanlang turned over the horse, clamped his legs, and ran out with a sound of driving: He did not find it strange to Ye Junsheng's attitude. Among scholars, people with character are not uncommon, especially those who are famous and so-called talented men like Ye Junsheng, who are full of energy and arrogant, thinking that if they have talent, they can despise the powerful, and they cannot be arrogant...

"childish!"

After cursing fiercely in his heart, Chu Sanlang showed a cruel smile and murmured: I have been very frustrated these days and just need some fun, so I will start the surgery on Ye Junsheng. This young master wants this nerd to understand that the cruel reality is always bloody...

By the way, I heard that he has a very beautiful girl. I just happened to go over and take a look now, and see how colorful it is...

He made up his mind, waved the whip and whipped it hard in the air to urge the horse to run faster. As for the real hit on the horse, he couldn't bear to let it go.

The sound of horse hooves was heard from afar. People on the street heard it from afar. They knew that the Chu Yamen was coming, so they hurriedly dodged to both sides. There was almost another chaos of chaos. The thoughts of complaining and cursing were surging. If they could kill people, Chu Sanlang would have been full of pain and could not die again.

But, can you kill someone if you think? (To be continued)

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