The morning classes at Baihu Academy are very casual and there is no teacher to take care of.

Students who work hard either sit by the rockery of lotus pond and read books, or go to the school hall early, while those who are greedy have their own tricks. However, today, the students in the White Fox Academy have no intention and stop what they are doing at the same time and look at the path leading to the school hall.

The two people confronted each other in the trail were not unfamiliar with each other. One was the lord of Guangping, who was still above Li Lin, and the other was An Bochen, who was very popular a few days ago. When they learned that An Bochen was about to enter school, the students became concerned. They all knew that the White Fox Academy would inevitably be lively, but they never thought that this good show came so quickly. In the blink of an eye, Princess Guangping and An Bochen were exhausted.

"It annoyed Guangping as soon as I entered the school. It seems that a humiliation is inevitable."

Next to the rockery, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old student smiled and said that there was a group of students around him, following his horse. The two major families of Liujing, Li Lin, the Li family’s son, was a civil and military talent, while the Ma family’s son was a relative of the foreign country, loved literature and disliked martial arts, and was among the best in the Baihu Academy.

As a family member of the country, he rarely has low profile. In addition to studying and studying literature, he only drinks and poems with his friends on weekdays. He rarely causes trouble. His behavior and speech are vaguely Confucian. He is known as Ma Wen and Li Wu among the children of the Liujing family.

"It's just a little servant who is just reading together. If you kneel down, what's the big deal?"

The student beside him said in confusion.

Ma Wenchang smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't forget that he was also a servant. After they entered the academy, you all saw that the little fat man was scruples and kept running in front. With this point, you can see that the two must have had a good relationship in the past and ignored the superiority. If the little fat man kneeled down, it would be like An Bochen kneeling. From then on, An Bochen could no longer raise his head in the White Fox Academy and would always be inferior to others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Wenchang turned his head and looked at the two students walking not far away next to the boulevard, and raised his eyebrows: "Second, have you ever found out where those two people came from?"

A tall and thin student shook his head and said with a wry smile: "No. The old man has never been willing to reveal his words, but when he heard the two of them, he seems not from me, Liu Guo."

Upon hearing this, Ma Wen said thoughtfully: "Strange, the elders in the family are all keeping their mouths tight. Could it be that those two people are very famous? It should be so, otherwise how could they enter the A-level school just now?"

The two mysterious students mentioned by the Ma family’s young master, one wearing brand new cloth shoes and the other wearing a simple crown, with extremely handsome faces, which were naturally Zhang Bushi and Wuhua. The two came to Liujing to find out the traces of the divine master. The divine master did not look for it, but found the secret master of the Li family, and An Bochen, who was defeated by Li Lin but was killed by the snake demon. Since An Bochen and Li Lin were both students of the White Fox Academy, they got the moon first, in order to find the traces of the divine master from them, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi naturally also mixed into the White Fox Academy.

They are the descendants of the divine master, and it is easy to obtain a letter of recommendation. They have been to Baihu Academy for four or five days, and no student has found out their true identities.

The stream is gurgling and the breeze blows on the willows. Even though the two have been together these days, they still don’t like each other.

"Wuhua, Amberchen, whom you have been thinking about, is going to suffer this time."

Zhang Bushi looked at the soles of his feet and said absent-mindedly. Today he specially changed into a pair of new cloth shoes, which came from the famous cloud shirt shop in Liujing. There were two circles of white cloud patterns on it, which was ten times more expensive than what he had worn before. But he seemed a little uncomfortable, and kept rubbing against the stones on the ground. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was not as comfortable as the gray cloth shoes before. It was very disliked, just like the Qin monk next to him.

"This is not necessarily true. Since he dares to come, he will definitely expect what he is going to encounter now... Amitabha."

Wuhua yelled at the Buddha's Tao. Since Mo Yunlou met that day, he has been very concerned about An Bochen. In less than a month, he witnessed An Bochen jumping from an unknown servant to a genius in the limelight in Liujing. He was sneaked up by the demon path and fell to the end of his current loss of cultivation. It was just one of the many people in the world traveling around the world, but An Bochen rose in the last moment, and then declined from prosperity. Although this encounter did not happen to Wuhua, it fell in the heart of the Buddhist son, it made him feel it.

There is prosperity and decline. When prosperity is over, there will be decline in a blink of an eye. Between prosperity and decline, it seems vague, but in fact there is only a thread.

The Buddhist son's mind, divine wisdom, and heavenly enlightenment, and he obtained one way and understood everything.

When I saw An Bochen's story, Wuhua understood it with the heart of Zen and felt it empathized with it. Although his cultivation had not increased, his mood seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds. This opportunity was all about An Bochen.

"Even if you expect it, you can't help it." Zhang Bushi turned his gaze away from his cloth shoes and turned to Amberchen, and said slowly, "Is it because Master Wuhua is still ready to help?"

Wuhua hesitated for a moment, and then moved his steps and stopped in a blink of an eye.

Shaking his head, Wuhua suddenly smiled and said, "Let's see how he deals with it."

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After the words of the Guangping County Lord finished, Li Xiaoguan was stunned on the spot, his face turned pale and blue, and he widened his eyes and glanced at the group of sneering young men, his heart beating wildly.

He never expected that the young lady from the county would point her finger at him and kneel down in a blink of an eye.

Li Xiaoguan hangs in Liujing these days, and it is like a fish in water. Although Mo Yunlou is not as popular as before, he still has a lot of money left. Old man Xiao left the capital, Hongfunn ignored money, and An Bochen even studied and practiced day and night. Li Xiaoguan was inevitably moved by guarding a lot of gold and silver. Although he didn't dare to take too much, a ingot of silver was enough for him to take the "Two Heroes" of Yuanjing Village to have fun for three or four days. He was generous and seemed to have a bit of the demeanor of Li Xiaoguan in his dream. After a while, he forgot his original identity.

In Yuanjing Village, he is certainly the son of Li Yuanwai who no one dares to provoke, but in this Liujing, he is just a little servant with no status. When he meets a soldier at the city gate, he has to nod and bow, let alone the group of people in front of him.

Thinking that he had just confronted these noble families, Li Xiaoguan's face turned pale and his calves trembled.

"What? You, the untouchable, still refuse to kneel down?"

The girl's tone was cold and contempt, which fell into Li Xiaoguan's ears, but it made his legs tremble even harder.

Forget it, if I don’t kneel down, An Wazi will not be able to read the book today.

Everyone has backbone, and there are also people, Li Xiaoguan, otherwise he would not have rushed to Liujing without stopping after receiving An Bochen's letter, nor would he go to "save" him on the day of the competition. But he knew in his heart that only when he kneeled down could he let the people in front of him vent their anger and let An Wazi go.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiaoguan gritted his teeth and was about to bend his knee when he was held.

“Let’s wait.”

An Bochen stepped out and stood in front of Li Xiaoguan.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoguan's expression changed slightly and he looked at An Bochen in a complicated manner.

It is almost impossible for An Wazi to conceal her cultivation and to protect me.

Li Xiaoguan's eyes are complicated, he has self-blame and unwillingness, but more so he is grateful.

Not only him, but the students around him looked at Amberchen with a look of suspicion.

As we all know, An Bochen is no longer the gun genius who has been in the martial arts field that day. The children of the aristocratic families will not have any scruples when they start. If he wants to keep the last bit of face, he has to abandon the Pangpiao Astronomy. The reason is not on his side. Facing the difficult county lord of Guangping, he is destined to end up being covered in dust and faceless.

Some of the students watching shook their heads and regretted them, while others showed mockery, except for the Qin Dynasty monks who were staring at them.

"Who wears cloth shoes, the monk bets on the good fragrance of osmanthus flowers on ten osmanthus, and the donor will definitely escape unscathed."

"Why, Master Wuhua knows what he next?"

Zhang Bushi teased.

"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know, but donor An must know. Are you betting or not?"

"Go ahead."

The two of them made a sworn swearing, stared at each other, and turned their heads at the same time.

Unlike what Ma Wenchang thought, An Bochen came forward to protect Li Xiaoguan, not because he was worried that he would not be able to raise his head in the future. He came to Baihu Academy just for the spring exam. Even if he was despised by all the students, An Bochen would not take it seriously. He had the two powers of water and fire, a magical and mysterious immortal palace, and was about to practice secret techniques. What the aristocratic families in front of him had was just a noble identity that seemed to be superior in the secular world. These days, he was "restoring illness" in Moyun Tower, and An Bochen sorted out what he had encountered and learned one by one. Although he was far from forming a system, he gradually realized his future path.

He could no longer be the ordinary peasant child, but he was used to seeing the faces and methods of the people in the aristocratic family, and witnessed the changing and dangerous situation of Liujing. An Bochen did not want to cling to the secular fame and fortune. Xiao Hou wanted to cultivate An Bochen into a big owl in troubled times, but the big owl in troubled times had only two endings. Either he failed like Xiao Hou and even wrapped his body, or he took the king and prince and replaced it. Over time, he became another aristocratic family, an existence that An Bochen hated from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, Xiao Hou's efforts were in vain. Although An Bochen was diligent in learning to seek enlightenment, he just wanted to rely on this technique to seek peace and stability in Liujing, and did not have the ambition that Xiao Hou expected.

At this time, An Bochen's biggest wish was to go to the sea that Sima Jin had visited, look at the vastness of the sea, and see the wind and thunder birds raised by immortals. If he could practice the secret technique, he might be able to go further.

Of course, if he could leave Liujing safely, the first thing he had to go to was Yuanjing Village, which he missed so much.

"Amberchen, you can't kneel, but when he was a servant, how could he not kneel when he saw this county lord?"

The Guangping County Lord sneered and glanced at An Bochen, his eyes as if they were sharp knives.

Almost everyone was waiting for An Bochen to defend himself, waiting to see him make a fool of himself, but he didn't know how An Bochen would come here without being sure.

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Chapter completed!