There was a dead silence in the hall.
Everyone's mouth corners twitched violently, as if they had eaten a big mouthful of shit-flavored chocolate.
Is this a master's trick?
Even a fight between gangsters is more interesting than this!
Chen Ke is fine. As soon as you look at his posture, you can tell that he is just messing around. He has no foundation for training at all.
But Lu Xiong shouldn't be like this. Lu Xiong is an eighth-level body refinement, and he is considered a strong player among the martial arts students of the same age.
How could he be beaten down by Chen Ke's street-style rogue fighting style?
Those who have seen Chen Ke's "serial moves" wish they could dig their eyeballs out.
They are not even willing to review and investigate how Chen Ke won.
How much taste should one have to savor such a duel?
It took a long time for Wu Jiutian to overcome the strong discomfort in his heart and coughed:
"Okay, Chen Ke, you win, Ma Xiaoshu is innocent."
Chen Ke couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly looked at the chief instructor Hong Tianze.
Hong Tianze's face was gloomy, but he finally nodded.
Chen Ke is the key figure in this rectification, and Ma Xiaoshu is just a bonus.
Now that Chen Ke is standing firm, what's the point of taking down Ma Xiaoshu?
Chen Ke felt relieved. Now that the two big guys nodded, Xiaoshu is fine.
The unconscious Lu Xiong was carried away, and the King of Shu Xia Yunchang lost interest and got up and left.
He came with excitement and left with disappointment. He was talking about him.
I thought I could see a lively scene and watch the minions beat up the Chen family's precious son with my own eyes.
Who would have thought that Chen Ke would beat up a group of minions in turn, and the beating was not ordinary.
With such a son, he is not a bad father.
With just a secret letter, he brought down Xu Tianqi, whom he had worked so hard to support.
The Chen family said nothing, and even gave Chen Ke the title of Imperial Viscount.
It is okay to admit defeat.
But there is still a long way to go. I don't believe that I, the King of Shu, the true dragon descendant of the Great Xia royal family, can't beat the local snake of the Chen family!
After the King of Shu left, Xu Ziang and a group of abandoned soldiers knelt on the ground again, begging the academy to give them another chance to make up the exam.
Chen Ke ignored these people, bowed and left.
The son of a Zhongshan wolf will be arrogant when he is proud.
Being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself. Chen Ke will not make such a mistake again.
Besides, it is not his turn to comment on the fate of these people.
It was dark, and there were not many people on the campus square.
Chen Ke stood under the bulletin board and found his name on the list of grades, and couldn't help but grin.
He passed all the six arts of a gentleman.
Overall ranking, two thousand two hundred and thirty-second.
If he could practice calligraphy well, his written test score would improve a lot, and his ranking would improve by at least one thousand places.
But there was no need for that, he was very satisfied with this result, low-key and safe.
Looking at Ma Xiaoshu's, he also passed all the exams and ranked one thousand six hundred and twenty.
As for the other poor students in the special class, they actually did quite well.
Half of them passed directly, and half failed three subjects, but they still had a chance to retake the exam.
There were only four or five people who failed four or more subjects, and they were probably going to be persuaded to drop out of the academy.
"Chen Ke,"
Liu Guanyuan came forward and said solemnly,
"The day after tomorrow morning, His Royal Highness the King of Shu will give a speech in the Millennium Auditorium. You have to come too. Remember not to be late!"
Chen Ke said with a bitter face,
"Is it okay not to go?"
"No!"
Liu Guanyuan refused, looked at Chen Ke, and said earnestly,
"Chen Ke, you are now a viscount of the empire. You must pay attention to your words and deeds and become a role model for all scholars. Do you understand?"
Chen Ke was surprised: "Liu Guanyuan, are you serious?"
Liu Guanyuan held his forehead with his hand and waved his hand weakly:
"Go back, pretend I didn't say anything!"
Chen Ke bowed and said goodbye. As he walked, he looked back at Liu Guanyuan. He always felt that Liu Guanyuan was weird today.
When Chen Ke walked away, Liu Guanyuan shook his head and walked towards the back mountain.
On a hillside of the back mountain, there were small stone houses built one after another, densely packed.
On weekdays, few people live here, so it seems quiet and deserted.
Liu Guanyuan turned three or two times, and he probably got dizzy, and finally came to an inconspicuous stone house.
When he pushed open the small door, two powerful thoughts were projected and swept over him.
Even though Liu Guanyuan knew that it was his own people who were investigating, he still felt alarmed and his whole body was tense.
Fortunately, the two thoughts came and went quickly, and the unusually heavy small door suddenly became lighter and opened with a creak.
Passing through the closed corridor, there was a small room at the end.
There was nothing in the dark room, but some ancient landscape paintings were hung on three walls.
The yellowed scrolls and the blurred ink seals made the whole room look ancient and lively.
Liu Guanyuan's restless mood calmed down, and he walked to a scroll and looked at it intently.
This is a vertically hanging scroll, with mountains, flowing water, pavilions and terraces cleverly arranged on the picture, with virtual and real contrasting.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a sparse plum forest, with three or two black plums blooming on the branches, with appropriate shades.
Don't let people praise the good color, just let the clear air fill the universe.
Liu Guanyuan muttered something, stretched out his thumb and pressed it on a black plum.
"Buzz!"
The picture of the scroll was rippled, like a pool of clear water breaking the calm.
Liu Guanyuan's body was shrouded in a black light, and disappeared from the spot the next moment.
After a moment of trance, Liu Guanyuan woke up and was already standing under the plum tree.
The breeze blew slowly, and it was hard to tell whether it was the fragrance of plums or ink, which was refreshing.
The pure spiritual energy entered the body, and Liu Guanyuan felt refreshed and relaxed.
The hidden injuries left by the secret battle for many days seemed to be cured in an instant.
He looked up at the misty mountains, still unable to hide the amazement in his eyes.
Eight hundred years ago, Master Mo Lin used willow branches as pens and plum dew as ink to casually paint several landscapes.
One of the paintings condensed the virtual into reality and became the current Haotian Academy.
The other paintings locked the flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth and evolved into the world in the painting.
A painting is a real world.
He was in the painting, but also in a real world.
This is the Haotian Secret Realm.
Zhang Guanyuan was in the Meilin Secret Realm, one of the eight secret realms.
For most people, the Meilin Secret Realm is a holy place for cultivation.
However, for some people, this is just a prison, a prison that can never be escaped.
Halfway up the mountain, at the end of the road, Zhang Guanyuan stopped.
On the opposite high cliff, a white silk streamer fell from the sky, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, raising rainbows.
The surging waterfall rushed down and fell into the pool below, making a thunderous roar and splashing broken jade all over the sky.
Liu Guanyuan walked in the air, suspended in front of the waterfall, his eyes slightly fixed.
The rushing waterfall suddenly stopped, as if it turned into thousands of feet of hanging ice, forever solidified between this mysterious world.
In the misty water, a vague figure rose from the bottom of the pool.
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