The First Dragon of All Ages

　　 "At noon, there is a party in the Imperial Restaurant. You want to attend it."

　　 The sermon ended, that is, "get out of class", Long Qingchen was about to leave, Hua Yuyan paced, and said coldly to him, as if to convey an order.

　　 "Do you want to date me?"

　　 Long Qingchen dried the ink on the note, folded it, and put it in the space ring.

　　 Hua Yuyan sneered, "Don't be passionate, even if I'm blind, I won't date you!"

　　 "Can't you tell me, I'm joking, there is no humorous bacteria."

　　 Long Qingchen is indifferent, a little disappointed, dealing with such a woman is often very tired.

　　 Hua Yuyan said coldly, "This gathering is led by a senior disciple from Lingwu Academy. All disciples from Lingwu Academy must attend."

"I'm busy."

　　 Long Qingchen got up and walked outside the door.

　　 Hua Yuyan stared at his back coldly, "Promoted from Lingwu Academy to Dakan Royal Academy, anyway, everyone is a classmate. For you, is there no sense of collective honor?"

Collective sense of honor?

Long Qingchen turned his head and looked at her in surprise, as if he had discovered that Columby had discovered the New World. Unexpectedly, people in this world would also know this term, "The sense of collective honor is not just to put it on your lips, but to remember At heart."

　　 Hua Yuyan was startled, and fell silent.

Long Qingchen walked out of the martial arts hall and was planning to go to the cafeteria for dinner with Nangong Wan'er, but found that dozens of disciples such as Yuwen Ruiqi and Zhao Yi gathered together. They saw him from a distance and waved at him. Obviously, these They were all disciples from Lingwu Academy.

"Jor Qing Chen’s name is really like a thunderous ear. Lv Rangshan relied on the status of Prince Heng's son to domineering in the Royal Academy. No one dared to provoke them. The disciples of the entire Royal Academy dared not say anything. Qing Chen did not fear power. He slapped him severely, which was a sigh of foulness for the entire Royal Academy!"

　　 A young disciple smiled and walked over quickly, and gestured.

　　 is embroidered with a five-handed sword pattern on his left breastplate. He is a five-year disciple.

　　 The Royal Academy of Great Candidates has no distinction between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard, and some are just the number of years.

　　 New disciples like Long Qingchen embroider only one war sword. The more years of training in the Royal Academy, the more war sword patterns there will be. The maximum is five, which is five years.

　　 "To be precise, two slapped."

　　 Long Qingchen corrected, a little helpless, it seems that this party can't be pushed off.

　　 "Yes, two slapped."

　　 The young disciple laughed and introduced the names of dozens of disciples one by one.

　　 Anyway, Long Qingchen has forgotten after hearing it, only remembers the name of this young disciple, Zhuang Bifan, a very characteristic name, pretending to be a criminal?

　　 Zhuang Bifan, five years ago, was "suggested" to the Royal Academy by the first place in the quarterly assessment of Lingwu Academy. He is regarded as the leader among his classmates and the leader of this gathering.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Zhuang Bifan and Long Qingchen walked side by side, toward the gate of the college.

　　 "I heard that a meal in the Imperial Restaurant is very expensive, at least as much as Bailingshi. I have agreed in advance and don't want me to pay the bill."

　　 Long Qingchen looked serious, and felt it necessary to say something.

　　 The disciples are in a daze, is it so realistic? ......

　　 Nangong Wan'er gave him a blank look, and turned her head away, as if she didn't recognize him.

　　 Zhuang Bifan smiled and said, "Junior Brother Qingchen, don't worry, you don't want you to leave a spiritual stone. Someone will treat you."

　　 "I can rest assured."

　　 Long Qingchen found that these disciples were a little complimented to him, probably because of the Taoist Qiling.

　　 Walking out of the gate, I saw ten golden carriages parked, and Zhuang Bifan reached out and made a please gesture.

　　 Long Qingchen couldn't help but take a look at these disciples, set up a "classmate" party, and a big show. It seems that his family is in a good family...

　　 boarded the carriage and drove through the bustling long street, and people evaded one after another.

　　Emperor Capital, there are many restaurants, but this one can be called the Imperial Capital Restaurant. I heard that the owner behind it is the royal family.

　　 Ten luxurious carriages stopped in front of the gate, and Zhuang Bifan led everyone straight up to the seventh floor, the topmost imperial pavilion.

　　 Long Qingchen has improved the family background of these people by several levels. It is very likely that he comes from a big family, so he can be so proud.

　　Because, the "consumption" of the Imperial Restaurant is calculated according to the floor.

　　The first layer; the lowest one hundred spirit stone;

　　 The second floor; the lowest three hundred Lingshi;

　　The fourth floor; the lowest nine hundred Lingshi;

　　 and so on, the topmost imperial pavilion, the lowest is 24,000 Lingshi!

　　 One meal, twenty-four thousand spiritual stones, what is this concept?

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　　 You need to know that when Long Qingchen opened a pill shop that was so popular in Lingwu Academy, he earned less than one hundred thousand spirit stones in total, that is to say, only enough to eat here five times...

　　 I saw a young man wearing a four-claw dragon robe standing by the window, looking at the prosperous imperial capital, beside him, there were also many guards and several maids.

　　 As if hearing footsteps, the young man slowly turned around and looked at everyone with a faint smile.

　　 Zhuang Bifan introduced with a smile, "This is His Royal Highness, the first heir to the throne, and the most respected prince."

　　 "See His Royal Highness the Great Prince."...

　　 The disciples bowed and saluted, but they were not surprised. Obviously, they knew it a long time ago.

　　 Long Qingchen frowned slightly, and suddenly understood something.

　　 No wonder Hua Yuyan made a special trip to tell him that she probably had a lot of benefits.

　　 It is no wonder that Zhuang Bifan and others waited for him outside the No. 5 Lecture Hall.

　　 It's no wonder that this classmate gathering is so "honey", and the person who entertains the guests is probably the big prince.

　　 No wonder the disciples all flattered him along the way.

　　 All this is probably because the eldest prince wants to win him, to be precise, he wants to win over the Taoist Qi Ling!

　　 Sure enough, as expected, the eldest prince nodded slightly to the other disciples. He said hello, but he clasped his fist to indicate with a smile, "Surely this is Junior Brother Qingchen, right?"

　　 "Are you also a disciple of the Royal Academy?"

The so-called ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ does not reach out to hit the smiling face, Long Qingchen is not too cold, after all, compared with Lu Rangshan, the prince is "amiable", of course, only a useful person to the prince, The eldest prince would be so easy-going.

The eldest prince smiled and said, "Forget it, a few years ago, when I came back from the Zixiao Sect, I used to practice in the Royal Academy for a period of time. As your senior, you don’t need to call me the eldest prince. If you don’t dislike it, Just call me brother."

Long Qingchen sighed in his heart, he deserves to be the prince. The level of his words is that his mother is a bit high. On the one hand, it shows the backer Zixiaozong behind, so that everyone can rest assured to support him, and the possibility of ascending the throne is very high; on the other hand, , And claiming to be a senior, close the relationship.

　　 "His Royal Highness is a nobleman of the royal family. I am just a grassroots. If you call it a brother to your Highness, I am afraid that it will make people laugh."

　　Since the prince speaks at such a high level, Long Qingchen decided to be higher than him. On the one hand, he said the identity gap so that these classmates should not forget about it; on the other hand, he tactfully refused to win and show his attitude.

　　 His Royal Highness's smile froze and fell silent.

　　The disciples also frowned, and the entire imperial pavilion was silent.

　　 Zhuang Bifan gave a dry laugh and broke the silence, "Brother Qingchen, this will be out of the ordinary. When His Royal Highness is on the throne, I will naturally not be a commoner."

　　 "Not bad!"

　　The eldest prince stared at Long Qingchen tightly, and promised, "If I am on the throne, why not allow you to be a prince?"

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