In the dormitory of the academy.

Zhao Yang's mind was covered in mucus while sitting on the couch.

Just now, Brother Zhu, opposite him, finally believed that he had abstinence and was explaining common sense to him.

“The academy is halfway up the hill.

It is called White Horse.

There is an ancient saying that there is a white horse carrying a saint across the river, crossing the river bank, and a spiritual turtle offering pictures... The white horse among them is the source of the name of the White Horse Academy.

This academy was also the Taoist rule established by the saints at that time. It taught people to teach people for three years in Baima Academy.”

The handsome scholar who claimed to be surnamed Zhu said to Zhao Yang like this.

White Horse Academy.

A handsome scholar named Zhu.

This plot is a little familiar...

After that, should I...

Seeing the sunset, I told Zhao Yang about the routine routine of Baima Academy Brother Zhu covered his mouth and yelled: "Brother Zhao, let's talk about these trivial matters and have time to do it tomorrow. We'll have morning reading tomorrow, so let's take a break first."

While he was talking, he saw him walking to the bed and pulling it casually.

A white cloth divides the bed into two halves.

Zhao Yang: "..."

Is there something wrong?

Looking at the thing in front of him, Zhao Yang always felt that it shouldn't exist.

"If it is replaced with a water bowl, it will be even more complete."

A sentence subconsciously spit out from Zhao Yang's mouth.

"Brother Zhao?"

On the other side of the bed curtain, Brother Zhu's voice sounded.

"Nothing...get rest sooner."

After saying this, Zhao Yang sighed silently in his heart.

He noticed many things wrong, but he didn't know how to make changes.

After putting his clothes on, Zhao Yang closed his eyes.

......

......

Time is like flowing water, and three years pass by in the blink of an eye.

Reading, daily life, play.

Zhao Yang did not realize such a bloody thing as "Brother Zhu is a daughter". Instead, he waited for a pardon from the local court and ordered his commander to go to the northern border with a few disciples to recognize the county magistrate.

The name of Zhao Yang is on the list of entourages of the division commander.

September, autumn rain.

A group of four people rushed down the steps, and behind them were a group of teachers and students from Baima Academy coming to see him off. Zhao Yang's classmate named Zhu was standing behind the crowd and secretly wiping his tears.

Some words of comfort, some words of condolence.

The four of them went down the mountain, and they didn't know when they returned.

Walk north, ride a horse, cross three mountains and five rivers, and see the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert.

Dust, not hungry on the day, not sleeping at night.

Before he arrived at Shangren County, a senior brother in Zhaoyang had already died of a tiring boat.

Drink cold water and eat cold meat. The virus enters the stomach and dies without any graves.

He filled a little bit of soil for his senior brother. When his master changed careers, Zhao Yang vaguely saw an illusory figure watching the three of them leave, his face full of sorrow and resentment.

Once you go, you can't look back.

Arrive at the county town.

Destroy the envoys and fight against the great clans.

Another encounter with bandits invaded the border.

That's five years.

When the five-year period expires, as the king of a county, Zhao Yang's army looked at the people below, looked at his own hands, laughed three times and threw him into the fire.

Zhao Yang stood behind him and went to him, and a vague aura of dragons, snakes and fire were burned.

Why?

There were large families in the county, which went straight to Tianting, and it was reported that Zhao Yang's army and the county were evil. Because of their merits, the upper part did not judge the crime this time, and only avoided the promotion and was replaced by a county closer to the north.

This time, another five years have passed.

Kill the enemy and suppress the bandits.

Knowing that there is no hope of promotion, Zhao Yang's teacher was mediocre every day. Most of his government affairs department handed over to two students, drinking and studying every day, facing the sky, and being addicted to the way of stargazing cannot extricate himself.

Stargazing?

Zhao Yang looked at him and felt sad and unclear.

In his eyes, his master was just a mortal, with no spiritual light in his eyes and no purple air on his head. After five years of whiteness, wouldn’t it be silence and his own fantasy?

Stargazing cannot save him, nor can it save Zhao Yang, who is already in his thirties.

It is even more impossible to save the dragon-qi dragon that has long been hanging overhead.

There was a spirit in his eyes. In the sky that Zhao Yang could see, the old dragon was already covered in scars, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his eyes saw that his life was not long.

But he didn't tell anyone.

I just silently handled daily things. When I saw my senior brother gradually seized power and took power for ten years, I just smiled.

After the second five years passed, Zhao Yang's army had never waited for the journey to the sky, but another order was sent to a beautiful county near the center.

His master laughed, and his senior brother laughed.

Zhao Yang just looked at him coldly, like a picture outsider.

Senior Brother Zhao Yang was appointed as the county magistrate of a county and ate thousands of stones. Since then, he has separated from his master and apprentice.

Since then, Zhao Yang’s teacher has only left Zhao Yang.

Walking southeast.

A hundred miles of road.

There were bandits blocking the road to avenge his army for killing his brother.

He was killed by his followers behind him.

After nearly half of his journey, his teacher met an old man and a forest. The old man and his teacher were hungry and thirsty, wanting to eat people but afraid of being killed, so he asked his teacher what morality should he have.

Zhao Yang's army scolded him, and then cut off a pound of fat meat from his thighs and took it to the old man, angrily scolding him, "Is there any meat here again? Do you dare to eat it?"

When the old man heard this, he laughed loudly, and flashed around him, turning into a big insect, swallowing the flesh and rushing into the mountains and forests.

The group was shocked and felt that their hands and feet were cold and they didn't dare to go up and left in a dusty head.

After walking thirty miles, the old man came out again and blocked the road to find him to eat meat.

Zhao Yang's army was shocked and felt that his life was not guaranteed.

after......

He was really dead!!!

It was not eaten by a tiger, but was stabbed by Zhao Yang with a sword.

The tiger demon roared continuously when he saw Zhao Yang with a sword from afar and took one of his ears. He fled into the mountains in disgrace in horror.

In place.

Many county envoys visited Zhao Yang and told him that he would take his troops to the county town to report his duties.

Zhao Yang said nothing.

Everyone looked ferocious and asked, "You are the way to live without us, and you want me to wait for death?"

Zhao Yang shook his hair and laughed again.

Travel all the way.

In this way, another two years have passed.

In the past two years, rebellions broke out everywhere in Zhaoyang, and fired food were put into use. He also used the power of the prefect to replace the county magistrate, and countless people were able to live.
To be continued...