A sudden burst of excitement came over Cao Tiangang's flawless face.

He clenched his fists and looked at the ark.

"great!"

Cao Tiangang said something.

Fang Ark was speechless, but saw Cao Tiangang take a step back, waving his wide sleeves, crossing his hands in front of him, and bowing deeply to Fang Ark.

How can you get the two-dimensional Dharma in the world...

Cao Tiangang's eyes were slightly moist, and he suddenly understood the teacher a little.

A picture appeared in front of his eyes.

In the picture, Cao Man stood on the top of the mountain, his clothes were flying, his hands were carrying, and he looked at the mountains and rivers on earth.

The expression on his face was unrestrained and arrogant, saying to him: "Tiangang, do you know what the essence of martial arts is?"

"When the whole world doesn't understand, you still stick to yourself. This is the essence of martial arts."

"Don't care about insults, don't care about slander. Understand your true heart. If you are in darkness, you will not be able to cover your eyes."

At that time, Cao Tiangang didn't understand.

But now, after hearing what Fang Zhou said, Cao Tiangang understood a little.

Fang Zhou was stunned and bowed and returned.

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Spring rain, idle pavilion, rain beats peach blossoms.

It forms a delicate landscape with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

Sun Hongyuan held an oil-paper umbrella and protected the paper. In the misty rain, she stepped on the bluestone road and slowly came towards the pavilion.

Beside him, he followed several white-sold Yunlu Academy teachers and entered the pavilion together.

Pavilion.

Pei Tongsi, who was talking and laughing with the old dean Xie Gutang, stood up, put on his blue shirt, and smiled and said, "Pei will temporarily avoid the grading matter."

"Old Dean, let's talk about poetry another day."

The old dean stroked his white beard, his face was flushed, and he was chewing poems in his mouth, and a smile couldn't help but burst out from his mouth.

"What a good poem, it's all good poems..."

"Xiao Pei, if you have more good poems in the future, I will share them with me more. When you get old and have no other hobbies, you just play chess and appreciate poems."

"good."

Pei Tongsi smiled and turned around and stepped into the spring rain. The rain soaked his blue shirt, but his figure swayed and disappeared into the hazy mist and rain.

In the pavilion, Sun Hongyuan put the papers on the stone table and bowed and said, "Dean, the candidates who came to participate in the martial arts assessment this time, except for those who violated the rules and were thrown out by the students, all the answers are here."

The old dean sat on the chair, looked at Sun Hongyuan, and said, "Red Yuan, you have stripped a lot of candidates' clothes again?"

Sun Hongyuan scratched the back of her head, revealing a silly smile with two dimples.

"The dean, they all asked for it themselves. I greeted him with a smile. If they don't give him face, I have to follow the rules."

Sun Hongyuan said.

Several teachers around couldn't help laughing.

All of them were expected of Sun Hongyuan's behavior.

The dean smiled and shook his head: "If you meet a woman, you will take off your clothes as well. If the other party depends on you, it will be difficult to end."

"Come on, review the paper."

"The three major questions are divided into four equal parts of A, B, C, and D. You need two major questions to be divided into A before you can pass the test. The conditions are relaxed, as long as it is not too outrageous, you can give it all."

The dean said kindly.

The purpose of the written test is to examine the mind and nature and the foundation of martial arts, not really to block everyone from the door.

Several teachers and Sun Hongyuan sat on the stone chair and said seriously.

The misty rain outside the mountain is hazy, and in the pavilion, the person who reviews the papers is silent, only the spring rain falls on the black tiles, the slight sound of the spring breeze and the sound of turning the papers on the pages are soft.

The spring breeze is pleasant, making people feel drowsy.

The marking process is not complicated. The dean is responsible for coordinating the overall situation, while Sun Hongyuan and others are responsible for scoring.

If there is a dispute, it will be decided by the dean.

In fact, there are only a hundred pieces of rolls of paper in total, and it doesn’t take much time to mark them.

The old dean sat aside and drank green hot tea.

Suddenly, the old dean seemed to think of something and said to Sun Hongyuan: "Take a look at Cao Man's disciple's answer sheet."

"In addition, bring the answers from the little guy named Ark."

Sun Hongyuan responded in surprise, and then began to search in the roll of paper.

After finding it, he handed two rolls of paper to the old dean.

The old dean sipped a sip of green tea, dusted the roll of paper, and squinted his eyes to see it.

The old dean first looked at Cao Tiangang's roll paper. After reading it for a while, he put down the roll paper and smiled and said, "Cao Man never accepts disciples. Now he has accepted an apprentice. It seems pretty good. This guy has a good idea to accept disciples."

Then, the old dean picked up the roll of paper from the ark.

The white eyebrows raised, and his eyes fell on the comments on bloodline martial arts, and there was a hint of splendor in his eyes.

After a long time, I put down the roll of paper.

The old dean looked at the spring rain all over the mountains with deep eyes.

"How can you get the law of both worlds..."

After a long sigh, the old dean laughed, his eyes shining.

"How can the sound of wind, rain, thunder, waves in the vast sea be compared to the sound of our human race's golden swords and iron horses."

"I don't know if I can see the grand scene of expelling foreign races and returning to the country, and the genius of our human race leads troops and galloping through the void and breaking through the millions of heavens of the tribes."

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On the top of the mountain, there are wind, rain and green clothes.

Zhao Yang stood on the top of the mountain in a green shirt, closing his eyes and holding his sword. Countless spring rains fell down, all of which were twisted and scattered above his head.

Pei Tongsi came in a blue dress and laughed loudly.

Looking at Zhao Yang, he said with a sigh: "Where are you preparing for the power to raise a sword?"

Zhao Yang still closed his eyes, as if he was a stubborn stone: "The sword that killed the emperor is naturally the sharp point to be raised."

"I was afraid of being killed slowly, so I was stopped."

"There are still many people who protect the life of the dog emperor."

Pei Tongsi found a bluestone, gently stroked the blue shirt, swept away the water stains on it, and sat down lazyly.

"You mean Cao Man?"

"If Cao Man stops you, you will not be close to the emperor."

Pei Tongsidao.

Zhao Yang curled his lips: "I admit that Cao Man is indeed powerful, but I am not afraid of him."

"I'm just a life. Could he kill me three or four times? Who is afraid of whom?"

Pei Tongsi laughed: "Today's paper title, the dean gave a question, and commented on Cao Man's bloodline martial arts. What do you think?"

Zhao Yang still held the sword, closed his eyes and never opened his eyes.

"Although we, the martial artists, look down on bloodline martial arts, we have to admit that Cao Man can stand at the top of the martial arts..."

"Can this bet be enough to be as bad as the stinky ditch?"

"No matter what martial arts, it is good to be able to strengthen the human race or kill foreign races!"

Zhao Yang closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

When Pei Tongsi heard this, he laughed. Zhao Yang was still Zhao Yang, and his words were rough but not rough.

The wind and rain all over the mountains became particularly brilliant.

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The spring rain gradually stopped.
To be continued...