I have nothing but luck

Chapter 8

Mr. Pei was shocked by the sudden outburst of the dean who was gentle, courteous and thrifty, and felt a little guilty: "Dean, just tell me what you plan to do. It's hard for others to talk about it. Regarding the matter of catching demons, hey, can I, Hu Pei, support it?"

Just wait for this sentence.

The dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Pei, you only learned all of Kyushu when you were young, and your poems have been praised even as far as the Northern Wilderness. Today, you have been silent for decades, and there are many people who will never forget you."

Pei Hu heard something, and stared at the dean vigilantly: "You don't mean you want me to use my original name again, and call the students to hold a poetry meeting?"

The dean spread his hands: "There is no way. The gentlemen have a lot of names, those who practice swords, those who practice knives, those who practice Taoism and believe in Buddhism, but not all students are convinced. Only you, Mr. Pei, are completely convinced. Yes. It’s easy to hold a poetry meeting, and it’s not abnormal.”

Pei Hu likes the boundary of Buzai City.

He didn't have so many reasons for coming and going that he was a scholar, and he was moved by the noble character of the academy.

This place has beautiful scenery, delicious food, and authentic soju.

The spring breeze rushes through the curtain of water and mist, sending the fragrance of plants, trees and flowers to the tip of the nose.

The old poet and swordsman compromised: "Okay, so that I can drink a glass of wine in peace of mind in this place in the future. Right now, the spring breeze is blowing in my face, and I will decide on the title of the poem for the poetry meeting first, and only worry about it."

"No, I can understand when you say Qiufeng Qiuyuchou kills people, what does Chunfeng Lunchou mean?"

Pei Hu was not in a good mood: "Do you want to continue this poetry fair?"

"Who said that the spring breeze is not worrying? You are so worried, you are really worried."

Recently, there has been a gloomy cloud in the academy.

The students didn't whisper to each other in class, they talked and wrote vigorously.

Jiang Jingxing pulled a student to chat with him in the break, before getting into the topic: "I see that my classmate hasn't stopped writing in class these two days, the homework assigned by the teacher is not very heavy, how could it be so?"

The student was full of distress: "Sir, the homework is easy to solve. It's the dean's trouble. The dean is dissatisfied with our taking leave too casually, saying that there are magic cultivators wandering around Buze City, and ordered that no leave will be given from today onwards. After repeated inspections, notices are pasted at the door of each classroom."

Jiang Jingxing speculated on their thoughts from the perspective of the academy students: "So Xiongtai is drafting a ten-thousand-character letter to the dean?"

"That's not right!" The student put down his pen, "The dean originally thought about our safety, and I understand his good intentions. It should be stricter in the interrogation, but what is the reason for not allowing people to ask for leave? It is asking for leave It should be tighter, and there should be a charter, how can there be such a one-size-fits-all thing?"

After finishing speaking, he put the finished copy on the side of the table to dry, and started to write the next copy that was exactly the same.

It seems that they made up their minds to win by quantity, not to mention filling up the dean's lotus pond, at least to kill the koi in those lotus ponds.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

The above sentence is doubtful for the time being, but the following sentence is deeply understood by the academy students, and it is really appropriate.

The gentleman who taught them the history of practice was actually Cui Hu who had a great reputation decades ago and was known as "Cui Poetry is all over Chang'an".

The previous generation grew up reading Cui's poems, it's rare that they didn't dislike the previous generation's unfashionability, and they still admire Cui's poems extremely.

It is rumored that Cui Hu once entered the Northern Wilderness alone, killed one person in ten steps, and then went to the tent of the Twelve Departments and copied a jar of wine and retreated.

Young people, who doesn't take pleasure in this?

After the Cultivation History class, the student’s face was ashen.

Unexpectedly, the person who taught the history of practice was the person he admired the most.

Are you kidding him?

The student was in a trance, staggered to the window, and made a gesture of the distance between the floor and the ground, and suddenly felt that it would be a good choice to settle everything.

He is not alone.

His friend quickly stopped him: "Relax, who hasn't done that in Mr. Cui's class? Mr. Cui himself doesn't even bother to care about it, I'm afraid that if he cares about it, no one will be able to face him in class."

The student wailed loudly: "It's different! That's Mr. Cui's class! I once thought that if I could see him once, I would be lucky in three lifetimes, and getting a few words of advice from him would be a blessing in eight lifetimes!"

The students around bowed their heads in silence, covering their faces with their sleeves.

I'm ashamed to see people, I'm really ashamed to see people.

After thinking about it, when it spread, others knew that they were Cui Hujiao's students, and they were envious from the bottom of their hearts, and asked them what Cui Hu taught.

Don't talk about shocking the world, let's talk about poetry can be handed down to the world, and the sword can kill demons.

where are they?

Say, "I didn't learn anything in Mr. Cui's class. I was too busy thinking about eating and drinking, and I passed all the exams by cheating"?

My friend was also very sad: "Who is not? Who would have thought of it? Sigh."

Decades ago, Cui Hu was the most arrogant and unrestrained, but among those who were famous, there were almost no literati who hadn't been scolded by him, and sword cultivators who hadn't been beaten by him.

Who would have thought that after decades of no news, Cui Hu ran to the academy to teach the history of ordinary practice, and became a bad-tempered teacher. Wrote a pile of shit stained the eyes of the article.

It is also often not collected.

What a bitter tear.

The students regretted their guts.

After much deliberation, it was all the fault of that spicy dean who made them neglect Mr. Cui's class without saying it clearly.

Poetry is an elegant thing.

The dean originally intended to do it in the martial arts field, which is 180 feet long and [-] feet wide, and the land is wide enough to accommodate the students of the entire academy.

The students didn't do it, they thought the martial arts arena was crude and insulted Cui Hu's reputation.

They walked all over the academy, which was as big as half of the city, and saw an open space next to the Hibiscus Pond, which covers an area of ​​tens of hectares.

It is located in the depression of Furong Pool, surrounded by long corridors, forming a closed site, where students often go for outings in spring and autumn.After the order was made, time was tight, so they rolled up their sleeves and moved thousands of desks over by themselves without delay.

Some people are arty and want to make a tricky water cup.

I was photographed by my partner: "The Hibiscus Pond is so big, where do you let the wine glass float? Don't be unreasonable, but be swallowed by the koi in the lake, resulting in a tragedy full of fish belly floating in the lake."

There are more than [-] students in the academy, and the censorship has been strict recently. It took a whole morning just to go through the temporarily blocked door of the venue to check their identities one by one.

The deacon saw that the last name in the thick roster was also ticked off, closed the roster and came to the dean, whispered a few words.

The dean nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao received a voice transmission from the director at the same time, "The number is complete."

Xie Rongjiao recited the formula silently, there was a cloud of golden-red blood in the dantian, like the rising sun behind the clouds, faintly revealing its luster.

That day, he recognized the devilish energy in Mrs. Wei at a glance, which was something he couldn't do in his realm.

The phoenix has a pair of eyes, which can break all blindfolds in the world.

Fenghuang left him the legacy of Phoenix blood, his adopted son Xie Li, which was passed down from generation to generation in the Xie family's lineage, and this phoenix god's supernatural power was naturally passed down along with the Phoenix blood.

Because of the phoenix eyes, Xie Rongjiao's eyesight is far sharper than that of practitioners of the same level. When he saw Wei Nan, he felt that there was an uncomfortable aura about her. When he opened the phoenix eyes and took a closer look, he knew it was demonic energy.

Although the students usually have a small group who are used to hanging out together, there are too many comments from a hundred people, and they can't make up the number of people in a short time. Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao who wander among them have received many warm invitations.

"No, no, thank you, brother, for your kind invitation. Unfortunately, I am really not suitable for this topic." Jiang Jingxing had just declined the sincere invitation of the student behind him, and met the hopeful eyes of the student in front of him. He confessed his heart:

"It's not just about writing poems, you need to feel your true feelings, strive to move people, and avoid the illusion of castles in the air. The same is true for poetry, otherwise how can you judge whether it is good or bad? Brother, look at my appearance and talent. I am unparalleled in the world. There is nothing to worry about. ? Wouldn’t it be a disgrace to Brother Taiwan’s masterpiece to make unreasonable comments?”

I don't know if the student saw such a shameless person for the first time, he was stunned, or he gave him a hug, and he didn't care about him, anyway, he didn't continue to pull him over.

Every time Jiang Jingxing met someone who came to pull people, he would use the same set of arguments, his lips and tongue were burning hot, and his saliva was exhausted.

Xie Rongjiao on the other side was much more relaxed.

He said directly to the first person who wanted to invite him to comment: "I'm sorry, I haven't read a few poems, so I can't tell the good from the bad."

Probably because cherishing words like gold is far more convincing than rhetoric, Xie Rongjiao opened up a path by going straight to it.

The students are speechless.

At that time, people valued appearance, although it was not to the extent of judging a hero by beauty or ugliness, but the students took it for granted that the youth in front of him had a beautiful appearance, and his belly was not empty.

Cui Hu was quite dissatisfied when he learned the rules: "Half an hour is such a short time, can you finish reading?"

"You can't give them too much time." The dean was decisive, "Otherwise, it's time to fight. When the time comes, thousands of people will fight, and you and I will be inseparable."

It makes sense, Cui Hu thought for a while, but did not refute.