Thousand Blades of Death

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Boom--

After a dull sound, Ma Yuan rolled off the platform under the blow of the opponent, temporarily lost consciousness, and fell in front of all the old students. They swallowed secretly and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"This……"

Cai Yong has a pain.

But the Confucius said that Ma Yuan was wrong, then Ma Yuan was wrong. He, who is both a master and an apprentice, dared not do anything in the current situation, but could not move.

Lian Po sighed. At this time, the platform was dead and silent. No one thought that the Master suddenly started.

"Haha."

The Master smiled, listening to his voice was very pleasant, except for himself, they were all in a panic.

"Occasionally, it is good to teach a freshman. Young people nowadays rely on their meager talents to show their strength and lack experience."

The Tsing Yi man next to Lian Po stood up hard, took the words of the Master, and said sincerely:

"Yes, the Master said something very reasonable."

Then, the Master showed another kind face, and he pointed to another person and asked:

"What do you think?"

The man stepped forward immediately, and said with a promise: "I am named Sima Xianyue, from Wei Guo..."

Ignoring this storm of Ma Yuan, the sacrificial ceremony continued. It's just that the questions they asked have converged a lot. I have never seen such a bold one before, and the Confucius has been somewhat disappointed.

Until noon, every student's question was answered satisfactorily, the sacrament of the sacrificial ceremony was over, and the Master didn't say anything extra, and turned into golden light and dissipated in the air, not knowing where to go.

Cai Yong went silently and picked up Ma Yuan, the expression on his face was very stiff.

"There is such a thing."

Behind Cai Yong came the voice of a woman who was the master of Gongsun Yue.

Cai Yong didn't look back at her, he walked out of the Shengdian high platform directly with Ma Yuan.

After this day, Jixia College ushered in a new class of students. The disciples who spoke amazingly at the festival were also paid special attention to by some people. Soon they came to visit, and they helped or simply made love. There are even troubles for the old students to deliberately find new disciples.

Ma Yuan, who was stunned by the Confucius and rolled off the high platform, as the only student who had not been answered by the Confucius, quickly became an idle resource for everyone.

One of the more important points is that Ma Yuan, as a disciple of Cai Yong, has been blacklisted without his knowledge.

As a teacher under Jixia, their concerns are completely different from the students, they just can’t help thinking about why Cai Yong will come back.

Someone secretly asked Lian Po: "Do you know anything?"

Lian Po replied indifferently: "Tai Yong ten years ago and now, I know as much as you do."

More and more people noticed that as the two entered Jixia College, the college slowly became involved in a strange atmosphere.

Unclear and uncomfortable, I feel a little scared, and I feel that something big is going to happen.

As the main two, the two stayed at Cai Yong's house in Jixia Xishan for several days. Cai Yong collated his daily research notes and put them in a small copper box. In addition, he took care of Ma Yuan.

After about four or five days, Ma Yuan finally woke up. At this time, Cai Yong was right next to him, and he slowly helped him up, leaned on the head of the bed, and fed him some soft glutinous pastries.

"here is……"

Ma Yuangang just opened his eyes, his consciousness was still a bit unclear. He looked up at the ceiling and saw a splendid scene of a galaxy in a trance.

Cai Yong: "My room."

Oh, Ma Yuan understood. He knows that Cai Yong's house has many secret passages, and many small rooms are connected together. Looking at the setting around here, it should be a serious lounge, not just throwing it away for the first time.

"hiss--"

Ma Yuan moaned slightly, he could feel how he was treated by his muscles and bones in the hands of the Master, but he was still puzzled and asked Cai Yong:

"Master, why did you suddenly hit me?"

Cai Yong: "The Master didn't hit you, he just drove you off the platform. Your injury was caused by rolling down 1,330 steps."

Ma Yuan: "But I... obviously not wrong."

Cai Yong kept talking, but after a struggle, he still told the other party: "You have to remember that in Jixia College, the words of the Master can never be wrong."

"Oh," Ma Yuan's face was a bit desperate, and he grinned a few times. "What's wrong, it's all determined by one sentence, am I still unclear?"

"Don't you have amnesia?"

Cai Yong coldly said, he heard Na Kelulu said this, but this is slightly different from the version Na Kelulu told Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan froze.

"So it turns out."

Then a wonderful change appeared on his face, and the color of ecstasy poured out, asking Cai Yong:

"That means, Master knows my life experience?"

Cai Yong: "The Master knows everything. But he will not tell you, and under Ji Ji, no one can find the Master unless the Master appears automatically."

Ma Yuan: "That's all right. Although I didn't ask for an answer, but with this hope, this one can be beaten."

Cai Yong asked curiously: "Yes, what did you want to ask at that time?"

Ma Yuan scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I would like to ask the Confucius what kind of exercises that do not require vitality..."

Cai Yong's face twitched fiercely, if Ma Yuan could get a solution from the Master, what was the need to worship him as a teacher.

Cai Yong: "So you still have such an idea."

Ma Yuan hurriedly denied: "No, Master, I don't mean to underestimate you, just thinking about whether there is a better way for Master to save Master a lot of trouble."

Cai Yong: "One master one bite, Ji Shi disciple has never been as eager as you call it."

Ma Yuan smiled embarrassedly: "Is it so?"

Cai Yong got up, took a book from the shelf, and placed it in front of Ma Yuan. The words "Ming Xin Jue" were written on it. The cover style was slightly different from what Ma Yuan had seen before.

Ma Yuan: "This is the second version?"

Cai Yong: "No, it's the same as the content you took before, but there is no text encryption. I translated it and copied it for you again. It's almost night, you will rest for a while and bring it tomorrow You go out to practice."

Without further ado, Cai Yong walked out of the small room and brought the door to the office.

Seeing Cai Yong's departure, Ma Yuan looked at the secret formula in his hand and solemnly turned the first page. As the fresh ink on the paper came into his eyes, his face was full of surprise.

"This is actually..."

In the next moment, all his mind was immersed in the scroll, completely forgetting the faint pain in the flesh, and looking fascinated.

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