"Haha, I didn't expect that Feng Sanding, who is famous all over the world, can't open a literary palace." A student said with a smile on his face, "It's really a pity."
"Snapped"
The student's head suddenly tilted, as if he had been slapped.
One face suddenly turned red.
"who"
The student was furious, but he couldn't find the person who hit him, so he asked, "Did you see who hit me?"
The other students looked at each other, some confused as to what was going on.
Some students couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen, what is this?"
"I seem to have been beaten." The student who was beaten looked around blankly, but he did not see anyone beating him, but he was indeed beaten.
Damn it.
"Brother Chen, there is no one here."
The students looked at each other blankly, somewhat confused.
In a pavilion on the south bank.
"I didn't expect that Feng Sanding, who is famous all over the world, can't open the Wen Palace." A student said with a look of disbelief, "If you can't open the Wen Palace, it will be useless to have the talent of three battles."
"Snapped"
The student tilted his head and half of his face turned red.
"who"
The student was furious.
"Brother Luo, just now"
The students who were also in the pavilion looked around and asked in surprise.
"Who is it, come out?" The student's face was red with embarrassment. He, a dignified student of No. 81 Academy, was actually slapped in the face.
Simply unforgivable.
Outside the academy, on a small road.
"I heard that Feng Sanding cannot be opened. I wonder if you know the truth or falsehood." Some students asked out of curiosity. It was really unexpected. "Feng Sanding is not only a gentleman of Sanding, but also a talent of Three Fighters. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be."
"Haha, so what about Mr. Sanding?"
Some students sneered twice.
"Snapped"
The sneering student's face suddenly turned red.
The next morning.
In front of the academy gate, all the students got off the bus.
However, many students covered half of their faces with handkerchiefs, lowered their heads and hurried towards the gate.
"Hey, why are they covering their faces?"
Some students asked in surprise.
"I don't know."
Some students shook their heads and said, "It looks like something may have happened."
"Haha, I heard that they were all beaten." A student came forward and laughed, "Besides, I don't know who did it, haha."
"Who hit me?"
Some students asked in astonishment.
"They don't know, how can I know?"
The student shook his head, also curious, "I also heard that their faces have been swollen for almost a day and it hasn't dissipated yet."
The students who were beaten were stunned when they bumped into each other in front of the gate.
"Brother Chen, have you been beaten?" a student asked in shock, covering his face.
"without."
The student quickly denied it. How could he admit that he was beaten?
But everyone looked at each other and knew clearly, and then asked with confusion on their faces, "It seems you know who did it."
"Hmph, don't let me know, or else"
"It's so audacious."
"If he dares to insult me, I will make him pay the price."
A dozen students covering their faces said indignantly as they walked away.
"Could this be a teaching?" There are students who are very imaginative and can hit people without anyone noticing. I am afraid that the only teaching is from the academy.
"How can anyone hit someone without a reason?"
Some students shook their heads repeatedly and looked at the fellow students who were suffering from the same problem and said, "Besides, the teachings would not do this. It's really embarrassing."
They suddenly became the focus of the academy.
At this time, even famous students such as Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu, Zhou Chang, etc. all cast surprised glances at them.
"Brother Zhou, this is what they are"
Feng Qingyan asked in surprise.
Zhou Chang shakes
He didn't know what happened, and then said, "Brother Feng, I founded a poetry club with other students, but you can join my poetry club."
"I am already the president of the piano club, I'm afraid..."
Feng Qingyan shook his head.
"What a pity." Zhou Chang sighed.
If Feng Sanding joins the poetry club, he will probably inspire many students.
In just a few days, although there are only more than 300 students in the academy, many clubs have been established. For example, the Qin Club founded by Feng Qingyan and Mu Yu, the Chess Club founded by Rong Tao, the Book Club founded by Yu Yuan, and the Mei Club
The painting club founded by Lan Lan, the poetry club founded by Zhou Chang, the music club founded by Helianshan, etc.
As for Yan Shan, apart from being dragged into the book club for no apparent reason, he just like Feng Qingyan spent the whole day reading in the library.
He reads harder than Feng Qingyan, and sometimes stays up all night reading in the library.
"Mr. Zhang, you know who the student was beaten by."
He was taught and became curious. After all, he was a student of the academy and could not turn a deaf ear.
"You don't have to worry about this." The old teacher said with a smile.
"Do not care"
The teacher was a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, the professor came to the library and found Feng Qingyan who was immersed in studying. He said, "Qingyan, I heard that some students were beaten for no reason."
"Saw."
Feng Qingyan raised his head and said.
"This matter has something to do with you."
The old teacher pondered for a while and said that although Master An had already made an explanation, he could not really ignore it. "When a student is beaten, it cannot be said that he was beaten for no reason. There is still a reason."
"It has something to do with me" Feng Qingyan was surprised.
"The person who beat them is the Buried Mountain God." The old priest looked at Feng Qingyan with deep meaning, as if the relationship between the two was not as simple as favor.
"Why"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, he didn't expect Jiuge to hit someone.
"Well, they are saying behind your back that you can't open the Wen Palace. That's it." The old priest pondered for a moment, "You have a good relationship with the Buried Mountain God. Let the Buried Mountain God restrain himself. Otherwise, if you continue to make trouble, even I won't be able to explain it."
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"Let me go and talk about it. As for whether the Burial Mountain God will listen or not?"
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
The old teacher nodded, and then curiously asked, "Qingyan, you already have three dozen literary talents, why don't you open a literary palace?"
"No rush, just wait." Feng Qingyan said.
“What are you waiting for?”
"I don't know what I'm waiting for. Maybe the time has not come yet."
Although the Wen Palace has not been opened yet, Feng Qingyan is really not worried about not being able to open the Wen Palace.
It may be later, but it will definitely open.
After the old teacher left, Feng Qingyan was not in a hurry to go back and continued to study in the library. In fact, with his wisdom, many books can be understood at a glance and can be understood with just one click.
The learning abilities of other students are completely incomparable to his.
What he lacks now is time. To put it bluntly, he has read few books in this world.
Return to the cabin in the evening.
Feng Qingyan still didn't rush to summon Jiuge, and was still reading seriously.
When it was midnight, he put down the book, stretched his muscles, boiled water to make tea, and said, "Jiu Ge, you are angry."
Jiuge appeared, like dancing, babbling and not knowing what he was talking about.
"You mean, I have studied so hard, but they are still laughing at me." Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile, "This is indeed inappropriate. You have avenged me."
"Jiu Ge, thank you."
Feng Qingyan did not salute, but his eyes were filled with gratitude, and he continued, "You have punished them for this matter, so let's just let it go, how about that?"
He was a little worried that Jiu Ge had violated the academy's teachings.