In a house on the edge of Bianzhou Prefecture, Song Siduan sat at the table, watching the secrets he bought for a lot of money.

As one of the 360 ​​prefectures of the Jing Kingdom, Bianzhou Prefecture is not comparable to those of remote and small places like Pingshan County in all aspects.

With developed transportation and abundant resources, there are countless gangs and martial arts families.

Some secrets that are used as treasures in Pingshan County can be obtained by spending some time here.

Of course, it is limited to ordinary martial arts.

If you want to obtain advanced martial arts, in addition to entering Songyang Academy, you will search and destroy the martial arts families and gangs.

"The five secret books are all light-body acceleration, the main body of the dragonfly, the magical technique, the wall-absorbing technique, the sharp shadow leg, the swallow passes through the air. What I need now is a new martial art formed by combining multiple ordinary martial arts, which requires the ultimate speed."

Song Si pondered and thought about his next goal.

"Young Master, the medicine has been boiled!"

The servant's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Well, go and rest. Don't bother me if you're fine!"

He took the clay pot and put it on the table. Song Si explained a few words and inserted the door bolt into it.

"Songyang Academy is assessed once every six months. If all subjects are excellent, the credits you get should be redeemed for an advanced martial arts."

Pressing down the distracting thoughts in his heart, Song Si picked up the pottery jar and drank the medicine juice inside.

Although these medicinal materials are not very effective for him now, they may be able to break through when they accumulate small amounts.

Time flies, and dawn comes in the blink of an eye.

Song Si got up early, moved his body casually, and then went to the academy.

As a place where Jing State specializes in cultivating talents, although the Martial Arts Academy focuses on martial arts, it has not relaxed at all about theoretical knowledge. It has a class every day to teach various martial arts and medical theories.

After arriving at the school, Song Si found a seat by the window and sat down, clicked at the teacher and began to look through the lecture notes.

On the first day of his arrival, he beat several famous thorns in the Martial Arts Academy to the ground for his teeth. Song Si had long become a celebrity in the Martial Arts Academy, and even the Wenyuan knew his name.

Such students should be unruly and arrogant, but Song Si never showed the potential of being thorny. Instead, he was polite to others. He was more like a scholar than a martial artist.

Song Si's behavior won unanimous praise from all the teachers. In addition, he studied carefully and often learned from others. Several teachers simply threw the lecture notes for him for many years and let him read them by themselves.

For example, this one on stage!

The theoretical courses in the Martial Arts Academy are as boring as ever. Many rough men can hear one head and two big ones. Many people are staring at the sight of Venus and are so sleepy that they are trembling.

Fortunately, the teacher did not have the bad habit of placing a name before class, which gave many students a glimmer of hope.

Half an hour passed the course soon. The teacher looked at the men who were sleeping dizzy in the audience, and was so angry that he wanted to use lecture notes to knock their heads to see if they had any brains to listen to the class day by day.

"The rotten wood, all of them are rotten wood! There are students who have the face of looking down on the Literature Academy. In addition to being thick-skinned and thick, what else can you compare with the students of the Literature Academy!"

The teacher snorted coldly, and when he saw Song Sishi by the window, he showed a hint of relief in his eyes. He glanced at the sleepy martial artists again and left angrily.

"I have been in the Martial Arts Academy for two years. Every time after the lecture, the old man looks angry and is not afraid of irritating his lungs."

Xu Qi lay weakly on the table, and half an hour of course made him very tired. Of course, his fatigue was not about learning, but about acting too hard.

It was so difficult to pretend to be thoughtful even though I was confused when I heard it.

Song Si was completely unable to understand this kind of behavior, and he was not the only one who couldn't understand. Is it necessary to spend so much effort to pretend to be a student?

Cultural textbooks are originally the weakness of the Martial Arts Academy, not his own problem.

"Oh by the way, why didn't Brother Luo come to class today? Did you ask for leave if you have something to do?"

Song Si asked casually.

"I haven't seen anyone since last night, so I don't know what to do. I'm asking me to tell you, most of the time, is lying in a woman's bed and sleeping soundly!"

Xu Qilang smiled, his face full of vulgar expressions.

"My house is next to Brother Luo. I never came back after seeing him go out at dusk yesterday. I guess something is really wrong!"

Zhao Yun came over and said.

"Even if you don't have time to say hello, you should leave a few words and let's go to the house to take a look."

The three of them quickly returned to the house, searched for it and did not find anything left by Luo Ba.

"It seems that something is happening in almost every ten years!"

Song Si frowned, and the red shadow flashing through the moat and the fortune teller at the downtown entrance suddenly appeared in his mind.

I don’t know if the disappearance of Roba is related to them.

"Do you think you would spend the night in Qingyufang last night?"

Xu Qi thought about it and said.

"There is also a possibility, stop guessing, let's go to Qingyufang to ask."

Hearing Song Si's words, both of them nodded, and then headed towards the Qingyu Boat.

As one of the 360 ​​prefectures of the Jing Kingdom, Bianzhou Prefecture is extremely prosperous.

There are many shops and business trips everywhere.

Small buildings on three or four floors are spread all over the banks of the Grand Canal, crowded with people, bustling and bustling.

After stepping onto the deck with a familiarity, Song Si and his friends came to the third floor to find Miss Yu'er.

Theoretically, there is no substantial difference between a pleasure boat and a brothel. Both are openly poetry, songs, and jokes, chatting and laughing at the past and present, being arty, and secretly doing serious business.

Song Si is a good man in the new era who is moral, qualities, connotations, moral integrity, and has been separated from the low-level interests.

But because of his handsomeness and style, it will inevitably lead to admiration among the singers and dancers, and some even boldly use their pitiful looks to seduce him. I thought that Song Si was like Zhao Yun and Xu Qi, who were not a qualifying reckless man, would be moved when he saw a beautiful woman.

As it turns out, men are all a virtue.

Except for a very small number of people who have abandoned their emotions and desires or have real big pursuits, they will not refuse the meat delivered to their door.

Just like this in front of you!

"Shaoyang is still very face-to-face. If we only look at us, I guess we won't be able to get to the third floor of Qingyu Boat."

Xu Qi grabbed a dancer's hand and kept rubbing it, his face full of sighs.

Most women like handsome and elegant men. Whether it is the legitimate daughter of an official family, the ladies of a wealthy business family, or these women in a state of affairs, it is difficult to reject handsome men.

In this way, people like Zhao Yun and Xu Qi will suffer.
Chapter completed!