Peerless Pirates

Song Zheng changed two words of Zhuge Liang's poem and chanted it loudly. At the same time, he lowered his head and slipped off the stool.

Because it was very quiet at this time, and the sound insulation effect of the wooden building was not very good, Song Zheng's voice immediately broke the tranquility of the early morning. The people on the straw shed were about to use flint to light a fire, but they suddenly heard this sentence and were startled.

He jumped. He immediately stopped and stared at Room No. 9. Even the people on the jujube tree to the south shivered in fear and put their slingshots back.

Because Song Zheng's voice was quite loud, Ming'er rubbed her eyes and woke up. Song Zheng had already slipped to the bedside, shushed softly, and put a finger on her mouth to signal her

Silence. Then he said loudly: "Damn girl, why don't you get up quickly and help me find some clothes for you, Master? The day's plan is in the morning. Master, I have to study in the morning. The exam is about to take place. If you are sharpening your skills before the battle, it will be useless. Hurry up, hurry up.

,Damn girl, don’t sleep anymore!”

Ming'er understood and stood up to light the candles in the room. Song Zheng pointed to the front and rear windows. Ming'er nodded, opened the package she carried with her, and took out Song Zheng's gown. Song Zheng shouted loudly while dressing.

He yelled, "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River State. A graceful lady, a gentleman is very brave." This guy was still afraid that others wouldn't wake up, stamping his feet on the floor from time to time, and even kicked the wall. This time, several people around him were shocked.

Everyone in the room woke up, and the shouts rang out again: "What time is it, what are you shouting for?" "Where did the smelly scholar come from, and he didn't let anyone sleep?" "Damn it, I dreamed of marrying a wife.

Well, you’ve messed everything up!”…

Song Zheng wanted to completely stir up everyone, so he argued loudly: "Li Laojun (Laozi's nickname), if you don't study for three days, you can't catch up with Kong Zhongni (Confucius's nickname is Zhongni). Kong Zhongni, if you don't pay attention for three days,

I can’t keep up with Mr. Li. Please stop shouting and work hard together!”

"Use your mother's head!" "Fuck you!" The curses immediately started to spread.

After such a fuss, everyone in the whole building woke up. However, Young Master Song never made a sound again and even blew out the candle. It seemed that he knew that public anger was hard to offend and did not dare to recite poems anymore.

After a while, Song Zheng stepped on the stool and looked outside. There was no one on the grass shed. Looking in front, the people on the tree had also disappeared. Song Zheng laughed, sister, I don’t need to do anything, just rely on it.

Even words can scare you away.

After all this trouble, the sky was already bright. The guys at the inn had already gotten up, feeding the horses, cooking, and serving the guests. Song Zheng was not in a hurry to go out. He gave Ming'er a few instructions and then actually took out Song Jue.

"Neo-Confucianism Justice" was studied in Xiwei's morning light. As Song Jue's famous work, this book has become a must-read in liberal arts colleges all over the country after vigorous promotion by the imperial court. It has a wide influence, especially in Shandong Road.

.Some of the key points have also been accepted by the academic community. Reading them carefully will also be helpful for this year's Juren Examination.

Song Zheng naturally wanted to take a good look at his father's books and read them thoroughly.

After midnight, Ming'er put on men's clothes and was sent out by Song Zheng. Song Zheng waited for another quarter of an hour before going out in high spirits, wearing a long gown, shaking his fan. He came to the east wing and asked for

With a big steamed bun and a bowl of millet porridge, I slowly left the Sihua Inn.

Song Zheng didn't ask a word about why the killer could hide in the east wing and where he ended up. There were many people in the inn, and his poem reciting in the early morning was already quite eye-catching. If he asked about it again, he would fall into the eyes of someone who was interested.

, that is questionable.

Outside Sihua Inn, Song Zheng did not see the whereabouts of Hu Qiang and others. Song Zheng did not know whether the brother who was guarding outside the back wall last night was killed. In order to reduce trouble, he ignored it and went straight to the martial arts academy.

And go.

At this time, many people have appeared on the street from the inn to the entrance of Wuyuan, and the shops along the street are open. The annual Wuyuan competition is a good time for business. Some sell candied haws, rice cakes, etc.

Vendors selling various snacks have set up shelves and line up along the courtyard wall to the entrance of the Wuyuan.

Song Zheng swayed slowly and looked around with interest. Although he had sharp eyesight, he could not find anyone suspicious and could only look at the surroundings as scenery.

Before reaching the entrance of the martial arts academy, he heard the boiling sound inside. When he arrived at the entrance, the sound became louder. Song Zheng saw that many teams had appeared on the large training ground. Some were jogging around the field, and some were present.

During the drill, some gathered together to discuss tactics. Only one team was special, divided into two circles and sitting neatly on the ground. There was a martial arts student in each circle walking around, holding a towel in his hand.

Song Zheng almost turned his nose when he saw it. Yesterday, he told Lu Hong that he would lead the team to the training ground this morning. Everyone should stop being busy training and play some games to relax and don't get too nervous. Who would have thought of these guys?

He's actually playing "throw the handkerchief"! How old do you have to be to still play this kind of game? It's better to play house! No wonder there are many people around who are pointing and laughing at the Michigan Martial Arts Academy.

Song Zheng was about to enter the door when he blocked him with one hand, "You are not allowed to enter before Chen hour." Song Zheng took a closer look and saw that there were ten martial arts students stuck at the door. These martial students were all wearing uniform blue cloth armed with uniforms on their chests.

There was a word "武" written on it. Song Zheng suddenly realized that Xin Yu had already introduced that in order to prevent other people from entering, the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy would send martial arts students to block the door to help maintain order.

Just as Song Zheng was about to reveal his identity, he heard the thumping of footsteps in the distance. He looked back and saw a team of more than thirty people appearing on the street heading toward the entrance of the martial arts academy. The entire team

They were all dressed in dark blue armed forces and marching neatly. In front of the team, a young strong man was holding a big flag with the word "Qi" written on it. It was the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy.

"Look, people from our martial arts academy are here!"

"Look at their figures. They are much stronger than those in the hospital. They will definitely be our number one again this year!"

"That's natural, no other martial arts school can compare!"

People around were talking a lot, but Song Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the team carefully. Looking from the direction of Song Zheng, the team was almost in a straight line. If the terrain here was not higher, Song Zheng would not be able to count at all.

The number of people in the team surprised him secretly.

After half a cup of tea, the team came closer. Only then did Song Zheng realize that behind the strong man, Xin Yu was walking with heroic strides. Behind him was a handsome young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. The young man's face was pale.

He was like jade, with hanging eyes, and eyebrows like swords. He was the only one holding a dark spear, which looked very different. Song Zheng secretly thought in his heart, this should be the drunken gun Yang Dong mentioned by Bei Leye.

When he arrived at the door, Xin Yu also spotted Song Zheng, shouted "Stop!" and then said to Song Zheng, "Xiaolang, why are you here?" With this greeting, the entire team's eyes flashed.

He looked over, especially Yang Dong, who carefully looked up and down at Song Zheng, who was dressed as a scholar. Although the Song Xiaolang in front of him had a slightly darker complexion, he had delicate features and clear features. He was wearing a white scarf, a white gown, and a hand in his hand.

The white paper fan represents a handsome young man.

Even though he was being watched by everyone, Song Zheng remained calm and said, "Brother Xin, this is the Qizhou Martial Arts Academy team, right? It is indeed the king of the Shandong Road Martial Arts Academy!"

"Xiao Lang is so complimentary. You and I can go in and have a chat!"

The man who stopped Song Zheng hurriedly stepped aside to make room. Song Zheng smiled and nodded at the man, and walked in with Xin Yu's head held high.

After entering the martial arts academy, Xin Yu first arranged for everyone to disperse to the southeast side of the training ground, leaving Yang Dong alone, and introduced to Song Zheng: "Little Lang, this is Yang Dong, the number one master among the martial arts students in our Qizhou martial arts academy.

Fubei, nicknamed "Drunken Gun", is a descendant of the famous general Yang Linggong of the former dynasty."

Then he turned to Yang Dong and said, "Fu Bei, this person is Song Xiaolang that I mentioned to you many times."

Song Zheng was surprised. Who among the famous generals of the Yang family didn't know that Yang Zhi, the unlucky green-faced beast in the Water Margin, was the descendant of Yang Linggong, but he didn't know if Yang Dong in front of him was Yang Zhi's grandson. Song Zheng was surprised.

Zheng immediately raised his hands and said: "Yang Linggong, Yang Wudi's name is like thunder. How lucky is Song that he can meet Yang Linggong? It is really a fluke."

It should always be a happy thing when someone praises their ancestors, but this Yang Dong still looked cold and stretched out his hand, "I heard Xin Yu said you, nice to meet you!"

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this guy wanted to weigh himself. He then handed the paper fan to his left hand and stretched out his right hand. Xin Yu looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he had known it for a long time.

As soon as he held his hands, Song Zheng felt a strong force coming from him, which made his hands hurt. Song Zheng's acting skills were so amazing. He smiled, but his hands were tense and struggling to resist. Yang Dong was taller than Song Zheng

He was slightly taller, but his figure was similar, and he was very well-proportioned. However, his strength was similar to that of the tall and tall Yang Tong, which really surprised Song Zheng.

The two were in a stalemate for several seconds, but Song Zheng was still smiling and talking: "Mr. Yang is loyal, unparalleled and brave, and his reputation will last forever. Mr. Yang is a young hero.

Let people imagine the style of your ancestors back then!" However, this guy was cursing in his heart, grandma, I am a "provisional general" after all, and I can't lose face with you. What are you doing with so much effort, you little pretty boy?

It hurts me to death.

Yang Dong used all his strength to squeeze Song Zheng's hand until it turned white, but still did not change his color. After a few breaths, Yang Dong let go of his hand and said to Xin Yu: "You are right, he is a character. He is just full of words.

Yeah, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner." Then, he cupped his hand at Song Zheng and said, "Let's have a fight another day."

Xin Yu smiled and said, "Xiao Lang, do you have an opponent now? I've seen you take action, and I think I'm inferior to you, but with Fu Bei in our Qizhou Martial Academy, we're not afraid of you!"

Song Zheng smiled bitterly, "Brother Xin is really good at joking. This competition is about the combined efforts of everyone. Looking at the military appearance of Qizhou Martial Arts Academy, we in Mizhou are far behind. And Brother Yang is famous for his 'Drunk Gun'.

As long as you have a spear in your hand, I'm afraid no one can be your general, right?"

Xin Yu was about to be humble when he suddenly heard several gongs ringing from outside the courtyard. Xin Yu immediately straightened his face and said, "The Governor is here!" (asking for flowers)