Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 48: ? Why do you want to bully a child?

The majestic night rain fell on the carriage with a splash, splashing misty mist.

Occasionally there is wind, and when the curtain is lifted, only two figures sitting opposite each other can be seen in the compartment, occasionally with a blue shirt and a white beard.

The copper bell hanging on the carriage shook more and more violently, making a crisp sound.

Covered the sound of wind and rain.

Ten feet away, neither far nor near.

The burly figure was coughing up blood, looking at the carriage in the distance, his hairs stood on end.

He clutched his wound, as if soaked by the rain, the sword cultivator of the fourth-grade sword artistic conception was reduced to such a miserable state.

Zao Wou-ki's sudden return caught him off guard.

For Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong actually asked Zhao Wuji, one of the five tigers of the Jiang family, to come back in person!

Sure enough, the relationship between Fang Lang and the Jiang family... is too deep!

The burly figure turned his head, and he could feel the boiling blood from behind him like a scorching sun!

That is the fifth rank of Wufu, the terrifying breath of refining Qi and turning into a god!

At this moment, he scolded the dead Lin Yun many times in his heart. The fifth-level sword master was actually killed by a swordsman named Fang Lang.

If Lin Yun did not die, with Lin Yun's status and the third prince behind him, all parties would still be afraid.

But once Lin Yun died, he would never be able to get out of Luojiang City.

"Ahem..."

"The main purpose of you coming to Luojiang City should be to find the old man, right? But why bother with a child?"

"He's just an ordinary kid who has nothing to do with the Jiang family..."

"Are you right, Jiang Nizi?"

A hoarse and old voice came from the carriage.

The burly figure was shaken all over.

The next moment, he looked at the carriage in disbelief. A corner of the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing an old face. Opposite the old man, there was a graceful girl wearing a veil and her eyes were like stars.

The dean of Luojiang Academy, Cui Cheng!

And...the daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Linglong!

"Grandpa Cui, please."

Jiang Linglong's light voice sounded, with indifference, deciding the life of the burly figure.

The burly figure shrank his eyes, and he suddenly understood.

The proud daughter of the Jiang family came to Luojiang City for Cui Cheng, not for Fang Lang at all!

Fang Lang... Maybe it really has nothing to do with the Jiang family!

This trial led to Lin Yun's death in Fang Lang's hands, which is extremely sad!

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world!

Without hesitation, the burly figure took out a few steel swords from the interspatial ring, threw them out like a rainbow, and shot at the carriage.

And his body took the opportunity to light up a few falling raindrops like a swallow, using his strength to fly, smashing the rain curtain, and flew towards the houses on the side of the main street, trying to escape by stepping on the roof.

Inside the carriage, the old man stretched out his hand like the old root of Coptis chinensis, and gently tapped his palm.

A circle of tyrannical spiritual thoughts spread, as if distorting the entire world.

The burly figure who had just jumped onto the roof froze immediately.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be no rain.

No, every drop of rain froze and suspended in the air, and his body also froze, as if turning into an ice sculpture, as if frozen forever.

"Alas."

"Why do you want to bully a child?"

A faint sigh, long and deep.

In the eyes of the burly figure, every drop of suspended rainwater freezes like ice crystals, and then elongates into thin needles like ice crystals.

Puff puff puff!

Countless raindrops turned into fine needles.

The soaring iron sword was pierced and burst, turning into scattered iron powder.

Many black tiles on the roof have been directly turned into tile powder.

But the burly figure couldn't even groan, and was pierced into a pulp by countless rain needles.

Wow, wow...

The rain resumed again and turned into a dense bead curtain, washing every corner of the world.

"Jiang Nizi is not going to see you?"

"No, seeing him may not be good for him."

"Well, you came back from Chang'an Road to rescue him, but you didn't even see him. Young people's feelings are complicated and willful..."

"Ah?! Grandpa Cui, Linglong couldn't understand what you said!"

"Old man... what you are talking about is your sincere friendship."

"Oh."

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

The carriage turned around, the copper bell rang melodiously, and the voice gradually faded away in the rainy night, disappearing on the main road.

Zao Wou-ki rushed over, only saw the **** mud all over the ground, then turned his head to look in the direction the carriage was leaving, grinned, bowed and cupped his hands.

……

Shushan.

Jianshu sect.

On the top of the vast mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist.

One person lay on his side, pinching a blue and white wine glass, the wine in the glass was thick and swaying brightly.

Chao Xiaojian, with white hair and white clothes, reciting poems with his eyes closed, with his chest open and belly exposed, lying on his side in the clouds, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Suddenly.

In the cloud layer, a sword qi surged like a thread, wrapping around his fingertips.

Sensing a little, Zhao Xiaojian slowly opened his eyes.

"I knew that something happened when Lian Shengjian was born."

"Senior Sister, the head of the sect, has gone deep into the Yao Que, and there has been no news for more than ten years, leaving only a handful of lotus seeds. Many people in this world can't sit still..."

"Donglu Sword Master Nanyehuo..."

"Oh, so brave."

He yawned, crushed the silk-wrapped sword energy, raised the blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand towards Xiaojian, and poured it forward.

Still lying on his side, he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed it suddenly.

The spilled wine solidified and turned into a translucent soft sword.

He flicked his finger at the little sword, and the soft little sword flew out immediately, falling high into the clouds.

The moment I fell below the clouds, suddenly...

The small transparent sword suddenly became firm, and shot out without a sound.

The speed is so fast that it seems to cut a white line from west to east in the Tang Dynasty!

……

Donglu Academy.

Donglin Mountain, Feijian Peak.

A figure in a red shirt stands on the edge of a cliff with his eyebrows connected and his hands behind his back, feeling the vastness of the sea of ​​clouds.

Nan Yehuo opened his eyes, raised his head forty-five degrees, and looked at the boundless sea of ​​clouds beyond Feijian Peak.

Suddenly.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn apart, and a white line rolled and roared like a white snake in the sea of ​​clouds.

Nan Yehuo frowned slightly.

In the pupil, a translucent sword can be seen roaring from the other side of the sea of ​​clouds.

Cut the world with one sword!

Nan Yehuo stretched out his hand to grab it, and countless clouds surged, turning into an incomparably huge cloud sword, slashing towards the translucent sword that seemed to fly from the sky.

Puff!

The cloud and sword are all scattered.

Nan Yehuo stretched out his hand and clamped a small translucent sword, his eyebrows fluttering in the wind.

The little sword lost its sword intent, and finally...

Zi——

It turned into a wine sword, which smacked his face.

"Come to me if you have something to do, don't bully a child."

"Jianshu today, you can't afford to offend, besides... I can't beat Emperor Tang, and I can't beat you?"

The arrogant voice contained in the wine gradually dissipated.

Only Nan Yehuo was left looking at the sea of ​​clouds with a blank expression on his face, a drop of turbid wine trickling down from the tip of his eyebrows.

……

Chunmei Courtyard.

It is still raining.

Fang Lang sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

In the precarious pavilion.

Lao Fang finally left Miss Oiran behind, opened his umbrella, and ran towards Fang Lang at high speed.

When Fang Lang saw the lively old Fang, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground and he smiled.

Wen Jiaoxi walked over, with a constipated look on his face. He lived up to his previous chicness, and the clothes on his chest were shredded by the ray of sword energy, revealing a lot of fair skin.

"Are you okay?"

Wen Jiaoxi nodded to Lao Fang first, then looked at Fang Lang, and asked with a complicated expression.

Fang Lang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

In fact, Fang Lang really had nothing to do except that he was a little overdrawn when he performed the secret technique of sword lotus. He was fighting against Lin Yun from the beginning to the end.

"Hey, I can only say that you boy... met a woman you shouldn't have met, and you are destined to have such a catastrophe."

Teacher Wen shook his head vicissitudes of life, as if he had come here.

Fang Lang: "..."

"Get up, go back and wash up, lie on the bed and have a good sleep, and come to the academy to attend lectures tomorrow."

Professor Wen yawned while holding an umbrella, and said.

"Are you all right?"

"I killed someone."

Fang Lang got up.

"It's a personal fight between practitioners. He has to blame himself, and the iron law of the Tang Dynasty will not care about it."

"Besides, you have evidence."

Professor Wen glanced at the two Qianfei Pavilion martial artists who were probing outside the courtyard.

"Don't worry ~IndoMTL.com~ You will be fine in Luojiang City, unless one day, the Jiang family disappears, or the third prince Li Liancheng becomes the emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

Professor Wen said.

"The situation of the Jiang family is a bit complicated. The matter of the Jiang family and the third prince, you have been affected by Chi Yu, because you and the Jiang family are too close, alas, woman..."

"You don't need to know too much about the important people in the imperial capital."

"You are just a child, a small person..."

"Anyway, you just need to know that in Luojiang, with the dean around, you will be fine before the scientific examination, even Donglu Sword Master will not mess with you."

"But if you fail in the scientific examination..."

Speaking of this, Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang and said with a smile, "It's hard to say anything."

Fang Lang frowned suddenly.

Wen Jiaoxi patted Fang Lang's shoulder with deep meaning, and said, "So, you boy...don't hide, show it when you should, and show your value in the scientific examination."

"Of course, if you can become the champion, then it is the safest..."

"Under the top spot in the limelight, all problems are not problems."

Wen Jiaoxi smiled, wanting to be the number one scholar... that would be really difficult.

There are three thousand academies in the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless arrogances. Even Jiang Linglong may not be able to hit the top spot, right?

As for Fang Lang, he has everything in his dream.

So, I can only say hello.

Fang Lang listened to Wen Jiaoxi's words, quietly bathed in the rain around him, and fell into deep thought.

What Old Wen said makes sense.

"Is the champion..."

Fang Lang murmured, and firmness gradually appeared in his eyes.

It seems that it is time to work hard.

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