My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The night is deep, the moon hangs high, and the starry sky is bright.

Anping County is brightly lit.

The teahouse was still in full swing, and the rivers and lakes surrounded the teahouse with water, and the sound of applause continued to spread.

The storyteller took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and glanced at the news from Dongshan.

Immediately, his eyes were sharp, and he had already prepared the words in his heart.

With a sudden slap on the wooden board, the entire noisy teahouse fell silent.

"The final battle on the Bailian Stone Path has come to an end. Young Master Luohong once again encountered the barbarian genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court, and this time the genius is the 36th-ranked genius in the yellow list!"

"If I hadn't believed in the fairness of Jixia Academy, I would have wondered whether some strong men from Jixia Academy secretly joined forces with the King of the Golden Account to deliberately frame Young Master Luohong!"

"Bai Lianshi is a long way away. Young Master Luohong, whose cultivation base is only eighth rank, even met eight geniuses from the Golden Tent Royal Court. Each of them is a fierce tiger in the way, with extraordinary strength, and Young Master Luohong needs to fight with all his strength. !"

The storyteller shook his head, with an unconcealable depression in his tone.

The emotions of many listeners were mobilized, filled with righteous indignation, and they all complained for Luo Hong.

It was mainly the geniuses of the Golden Tent Royal Court, who were all barbarians. The Golden Tent Royal Court had repeatedly invaded the Great Xia border, staring at the Great Xia Dynasty, and buried the bones of countless Great Xia men in the northern wilderness.

Therefore, these quacks have prejudices against the Hu people themselves.

Snapped!

However, the storyteller changed the topic, and his tone suddenly became high-pitched.

"However, Mr. Luohong is not afraid of the enemy. He fought with the Huangbang barbarian Tianjiao in the last peach blossom forest for three hundred rounds. He killed all the peach blossoms in the forest, wounded all over his body, and changed his white clothes to blood. Finally, in front of the palace gate , cut off this Huangbang barbarian with one sword!"

The storyteller's ups and downs, his words are sonorous, and the quacks behind him are full of praise.

for a long time.

The storyteller took a sip of tea, looked at the stars in the sky, and said slowly: "All the flowers are gone and the grass is mourning, the newcomers on the Huangbang list replace the old ones..."

...

Naturally, Luo Hong didn't know how the storytellers in Anping County were talking nonsense about him.

He entered the palace of Jixia Academy, took off his mask, his whole body seemed to be reborn, and he felt like seeing the light again.

The evil king's mask is very strong, but there is a sense of oppression. After wearing it, the whole world feels dark and cold, but at the price of this is an increase in strength.

Suddenly, Luo Hong thought of the escaped monk.

His eyes moved sideways, looking for the monk among the crowd.

In the distance, the monk stood straight, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, and he kept chanting something in his mouth. The Buddha's light around him sometimes flashed, sometimes disappeared, sometimes murderous, and sometimes compassionate.

This monk's temperament is so unstable, it must not be a good thing.

Luo Hong narrowed his eyes.

He took out the human skin booklet, and it happened that Wanyan Chegu died, so the target quota was free, and the monk's name could be written on it.

However, Luo Hong didn't know what the monk's name was.

He turned his head and glanced at the idle young man with two knives on his waist not far away.

Luo Hong walked over.

"Brother, may I ask, do you know the name of that little monk?" Luo Hong secretly pointed to the monk whose expression changed in the distance.

Xiao Erqi seemed surprised that Luo Hong would come to him.

"He... Wangchuan Temple, Bitter Moon."

Xiao Erqi did not hide anything, said.

And Luo Hong wrote the name on the human skin booklet, Xiao Erqi glanced at the booklet, in his eyes it was just an ordinary booklet.

He saw Tuoba Bing, Wanyan Chegu and other names on it...

Xiao Erqi's face twitched, and he glanced at Kuyue, whose Buddha's light in the distance was uncertain and entangled, he summed up four words, with a dead look on his face.

This made Xiao Erqi feel that Luo Hong's pamphlet was not a good thing.

This Luo Hong's mind seems a little small!

Luo Hong wrote down the name of the bitter moon on the target, and then he put away the booklet. He didn't look at how many crimes were harvested in this wave. In fact, Luo Hong also had a rough idea in his mind, there must be a lot.

Even though Wanyan Chegu wasn't killed by him, Luo Hong picked up a lot of wool from him along the way.

Only after putting away the booklet did Luo Hong think about looking at the palace.

This is the palace of Jixia Academy, it is like Feilai Fairy Palace located on the top of Dongshan Mountain, like the residence of a fairy family, it is incomparably miraculous.

The fact is indeed the case, the moonlight broke through the clouds and sprinkled down, causing the walls and roofs of the palace to emit a faint light.

It seems that there are strands of energy surging all the time.

Under the smudge of this "Qi", whether it is evil spirit energy or sword energy in the body, the speed of movement is much faster.

"Jixia Academy is not just an academy, it is the most top magic weapon in the whole world."

Luo Hong remembered the introduction Chen Butler gave him.

The moon was shining, and Li Xiuyuan held his hands behind his back, his blue shirt flying, and brought many students who passed the admissions examination to a vast square among the palaces.

On the square, there are one desk after another.

"Next, there will be a second written test. If you come first in the written test, you can become a master's disciple."

His voice seemed to linger in every corner of the academy, allowing every student to hear him clearly.

Even if you already know the news before.

Now that I hear it again, many geniuses are also somewhat excited.

Jixia Academy recruited students more than once, but not every time the master accepted students, the number of times the master accepted students was very few.

"I won't put the written test on tomorrow anymore, I'll end this admissions assessment in one go."

Li Xiuyuan said.

"There are one hundred and fifty desks that have been prepared in the square, and you each find a place to sit down."

The words just fell.

A lot of students started to move around, and some small fights broke out faintly, in order to compete for the desks in the front.

Luo Hong was leisurely and not in a hurry. He didn't want to be a teacher's disciple, so he didn't have much competition for this written test.

In the name of Master's disciple, even Xiao Erqi and Wu Meiniang, the top talents in the yellow list, have some ambitions, and these top talents have all competed for a high position.

After everyone was selected, Luo Hongcai leisurely took his seat in the last remaining corner.

Li Xiuyuan took a look and smiled, this kid...

The mentality is quite good, not anxious or impatient, very stable.

Glancing at the many students sitting on the square, Li Xiuyuan smiled, raised his hand, and slowly made a move.

There seemed to be something in the sleeves, and one after another, the papers smudged with thick ink and fragrance were suspended in the air and scattered, floating on the desks of every student.

On the main case, Li Xiuyuan sat upright, raised his hand, and pointed to the moon disk in the sky.

Like reaching out to light a lamp, in an instant, the moonlight brightened, making the night look like day.

However, the moon disk is a lamp, covering only the examination room area.

"This paper was written by me and Master together. There are ten questions in total. You just need to answer it carefully."

Li Xiuyuan said.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "Everyone answers their own questions, no cheating is allowed."

Then, Li Xiuyuan took out a book from his sleeve robe, and began to flip through it. Behind him, there was a peach tree floating slowly, and the peach blossoms were blooming on the tree.

Underneath, everyone didn't have too many doubts.

They all rolled up their sleeves and picked up their pens. After Lang Hao had enough ink, he began to answer on the answer sheet.

Even Monk Kuyue, who has lost his Buddha's heart, is writing seriously.

Luo Hong sat in the far corner, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, picked up the paper, and squinted his eyes to scan.

"Come to Jixia Academy to practice, and it will not affect my reputation. After all, Jixia Academy accepts students regardless of nationality, good or evil, and regardless of sect. Becoming a student of Jixia Academy does not have much impact, but becoming a Master and disciple...then the problem is serious."

Luo Hong put down the paper, propped his chin with one hand, yawned, and closed his eyes to rest.

It's just right, it's good to cultivate the evil king's mask after wearing it for too long.

Time is like the sand between fingers, and it will pass by inadvertently.

When there were rustling sounds from around, many students had finished answering the questions and began to hand in the papers.

Luo Hongcai woke up and rubbed his eyebrows.

It's too contrived to hand in a blank paper without answering a single question. Luo Hong felt that he had to write a little bit.

After scanning his eyes, his eyes fell on the last question.

"The disaster of war, the refugees everywhere, the roads are frozen to death, the master is doing good deeds to give out porridge, the porridge is exhausted, and the refugees who have not divided the porridge ask, why don't you give more rice porridge, how should the master answer?"

Luo Hong glanced at it and turned his thoughts. There are many answers to this question. Buddhists say Zen and sages can explain it.

However, he, Luo Hong, smiled, dipped his pen in the ink, and wrote on the paper.

"People's desires are like the vast sea, if you answer too much, kill them."

After finishing writing, Luo Hong put away his pen.

Such a simple and rude answer, I'm afraid it will make the master vomit blood.

Satisfied, he dusted the paper.

Get up and hand in the paper.

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