Angers stretched out his index finger and pushed up his transparent rimless glasses, quickly searching for relevant information in his mind.
"Li Taibai has a poem that says: The White Emperor's speech to the emperor is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day."
Li Yongyuan said.
"There is a mountain also named Baidi. It looks to Kuimen to the east, Baiyan Mountain to the south across the river, Fengjie County to the west, and Jigong Mountain to the north. It is located in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. It was also the place where Liu Bei and Liu Xuande retreated after their defeat during the Three Kingdoms period.
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Young people continue to popularize the geographical environment of Baidi City in Angers.
"At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Gongsun Shu divided Bashu and called himself Baidi, and began to build Baidi City."
Tracing back to its roots step by step, this thousand-year-old city has witnessed historical changes and has gone through vicissitudes of life, but it still remains standing. This in itself is an extremely rare thing.
"Dragon King Norton was Li Xiong, the minister next to Gongsun Shu at that time?"
Angers, who was silent, suddenly spoke, and it seemed that Kassel College was not unaware of it at all.
"That's right. In 24 AD, Gongsun Shu separatized Bashu for a generation. Norton (Li Xiong), who was a meritorious official at the time, advised Gongsun Shu to "take the throne so that people from far away can find refuge." At the same time, he controlled Samson, the dragon servant, and created a
The performance of 'There will be a dragon emerging from his palace, and there will be light at night' strengthened Gongsun Shu's confidence in proclaiming himself emperor."
Li Yongyuan's superb memory enables him to remember every sentence recorded in ancient books.
"It seems it's time to advance the Kuimen plan."
Angers looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, feeling more and more that his transaction was worth every penny.
"Have you been prepared for this?"
Li Longyuan's eyes narrowed and he looked at Ange.
"Yes, don't underestimate the power of Cassel Academy, young man. Although it has been established for a fraction of the time as the orthodox ones, it embraces mixed races from all over the world."
The old man wearing an Armani suit rarely spoke to Li Yongyuan in an educational tone.
The boy was noncommittal. Both an overly open environment and a complacent organization have their pros and cons.
However, compared with the time when Kassel College was established, the enrollment method of "education without distinction" is indeed suitable for its rapid development and growth.
"It's your duty to let me know when you need me."
The boy showed his attitude to Angers, then he pressed down on the railing and easily turned over, jumping straight from the fifth floor and disappearing without a trace.
Really unconventional.
Ange laughed dumbly and continued to lean on the railing, looking at the students coming and going below, the light in his eyes becoming deeper, vaster and fiercer.
Your noble Highness Norton, the Bronze King, your thousand-year life has come to an end.
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Kassel Academy, Kendo Club
The wooden sliding door is covered with plain white window grilles, and an old cherry tree is planted not far in front of the door. Its winding branches symbolize the blooming vitality.
This is the residence of the Japanese kendo master Tsugumi Hirata, invited by Principal Ange from Tokyo, and a venue for imparting kendo knowledge to students.
However, the protagonist of the venue today is not this nearly seventy-year-old master chef.
Dark brown solid wood floors cover the entire venue, and the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings by famous masters, all of which have a sense of kendo style.
The golden sunlight shines in from outside, giving it a peaceful and warm feeling.
Two figures stood facing each other in the open field, holding cold weapons in their hands, with cold light flashing in their eyes.
To the south is a young man with black clothes and black hair, holding a slender Japanese sword wrapped in black mackerel skin.
Godly Sword Murasame.
A tall and strong young man lives in the north. He has blond hair and blue eyes. Every inch of his exposed muscles has been perfectly sculpted by the Creator, just like the gods in Nordic mythology.
In his hand he also held a sheathed hunting knife with a handle half a meter long.
Dictator, Dictator.
The President of the Lionheart Club and the President of the Student Union unexpectedly had a rare private fight. If Fingel's paparazzi found out, it would definitely be another blockbuster news that would appear on the Night Watch forum.
"I have been looking forward to this match for a long time."
Caesar Gattuso is accustomed to making some opening remarks before the official duel, which also shows respect for his opponent.
"In my freshman year, I rejected the proposal to become the heir of the Lionheart Club after Anwar and chose to directly take over as the senior student of the Student Union."
"I told all the members at the succession ceremony that although the current student union is just a student club, it is not as good as the Lion Heart Club, an old organization with a long history and strict discipline. But one day, they will also
Bow your proud head before us."
"You seem to be the proudest person."
Chu Zihang looked at the man in front of him.
"Don't you think taking over the student council is more challenging than becoming the president of Lionheart Club step by step?"
Caesar opened his hands like an emperor and smiled heartily.
The members of the Lion Heart Society include Menech Cassel, a famous hero in the history of dragon slaying, Hilbert Jean Angers, and many outstanding dragon slayers.
Before Caesar Gattuso came to this school, the Student Union, a student club organization, and the old clubs like the Lionheart Club were not on the same level at all.
But just one year after this Italian nobleman arrived, the student union had grown into a behemoth that could compete with the Lionheart Club.
It is undeniable that this guy's outstanding leadership qualities and charisma have conquered a large number of elites in the academy.
Even the former president, Anwar, was anxiously looking for countermeasures and tried his best to persuade Chu Zihang to join the Lionheart Club to help them survive the crisis that was approaching under the student union led by Caesar.
"When it comes to challenges, I still think what Li Yongyuan is doing now is the most challenging."
Chu Zihang saw through Caesar's pride and arrogance, and also understood where his capital and strength came from.
"After I defeat you, I will find that monster to fight again."
Caesar just grinned and was not affected.
He knew that Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan came from the same place, and he also knew what the relationship between them was.
He regarded Chu Zihang as the last level before challenging the final boss in the game, the most majestic general beside the emperor, and the only way for him to lead the student union to the top.
The eyes of the two people became determined in an instant. Chu Zihang stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and the black contact lenses were removed, revealing the golden eyes burning with bright flames.
Caesar suddenly turned his head slightly unnaturally as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee in the eye.
The dragon power contained in these golden pupils was already the second most powerful of the mixed-race golden pupils he had ever seen, second only to Li Longyuan's red golden pupils.
Chu Zihang just lowered his body slightly, took half a step back with his left foot, tightly grasped the handle of the knife wrapped in shark skin with his palm, and then quickly drew out the knife and slashed out.
It was as if a ray of silver light was cut directly in the air, echoing the golden light of the sun shining into the wooden house gym, making it extremely dazzling.
This move is called Juhejiyi.
Whether it is in the final battle between Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi, or in the hot-blooded anime "Himura Kenshin", this move is a killer move.
The core pursuit is the word "quick", which integrates the body-binding method, hand posture, and observation. It pays attention to surprise. The lethality is generally higher than that of cutting. Usually, a warrior can kill with one blow.
Although Caesar was initially controlled by the opponent's golden eyes and was slightly dazed, his hearing was equally sensitive.
The sound of the thin blade constantly cutting the air as it moves changes, and this change is undoubtedly amplified countless times by the keen hearing of the hybrid, especially for Caesar, who is both a word spirit and a kamaitachi.
Although they are all now suppressed by the Word Spirit and Discipline Field generated by the vice-principal through the amplification of the alchemy matrix.
The blond young man's ears moved slightly, and he perfectly grasped the one-thousandth chance of counterattack. After taking out the sheath, Dictado slashed downwards, blocking the path that Murasame's blade must pass through.
The two swords cut each other, creating a harsh clang, and bursting out red sparks out of thin air. The weapons that were also engraved with the alchemical matrix were extremely tough.
However, compared to the top-notch alchemy weapons that the Gattuso family has honed for generations and originated from ancient Rome, the material of the Imperial Sword Murasame is slightly inferior.
So the hunting knife in Caesar's hand could continue to cut, but the long jade steel knife in Chu Zihang's hand was trembling slightly, like a spring being turned.
The young man with black hair and golden eyes had a calm gaze and was not affected. The palm of his right hand still held the handle of the knife firmly.
Since you can't kill with one hit, try another strategy.
Stepping forward, Murasame's slender blade passed through a 360-degree arc and then slashed down on the head again. The sharp speed of the blade caused the wind to flow around him.
Caesar refused to retreat even an inch. Dick pushed more and more, slightly raising the corners of his mouth. He continued to fight hard one after another. He was sure that the weapon that broke first was definitely not his hunting knife.
The blade of the knife is pressed against the tip of the knife, and the bright silver light of the knife pours out in the field like a waterfall, and it also dances like falling flowers and silver butterflies. In this gorgeous scene, there is hidden murderous intention of Sen Han.
Both sides are swinging their swords, no matter the technique or method, they just want to be as fast and as cruel as possible.
Caesar gradually realized that something was wrong. Chu Zihang's physical strength and nerve reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.
The Japanese swords were still coming from all directions like a flood. Chu Zihang perfectly used the counter-shock force from the Diklado blade to connect his moves, turning the shortcomings of the soft jade steel material into an advantage, just like in Tai Chi.
Transform yin into yang and overcome hardness with softness.
This is the kendo he learned from Li Yongyuan's techniques after losing to him in the kendo gym.
Caesar was keenly aware of the abnormality, tapped his toes, stepped back sharply, and took advantage of the situation to draw out the long and narrow hunting knife engraved with golden patterns.
Chu Zihang was always unwilling to leave room for the enemy to breathe in battle. He swung the sword forward again in silence, using the slender blade as a lever, and the strength of his wrist was poured out with all his strength.
Caesar's legs were slightly bent, and his body concealed explosive power. Then he took a step forward and swung Dictado into an arc. The pitch-black blade even brought up a blurry phantom due to the extreme speed, and the golden mandala pattern unfolded.
Like a winding and flowing star river.
A violent explosion came from the confrontation, and then billowing sound waves spread out. Both of them withstood part of the force generated by the shock of this extreme confrontation.
Caesar and Chu Zihang put away their knives and looked at each other. At this moment, their eyes were ignited with the flame of desire for victory.
It has nothing to do with the Lion Heart Club and the Student Council, it has nothing to do with the calculation of everyone's ranking, and it has nothing to do with anything else.
They just don't want to lose, and they all have reasons why they can't lose.
The tiger's mouth burst open, and bright red blood began to flow down, dripping down the silver or black gold blade onto the wooden floor. These wisps of red were as dazzling as red plums.
Neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang spoke anymore, but tightened their swords again, not caring about their injuries at all.
In the situation just now, they did not choose to discard the long swords in their hands. Although this could avoid most of the reaction force, after losing their weapons, they would be defeated within a single move.
In a cold confrontation two steps away, Caesar was the first to take action.
He stepped hard on the wooden floor with his front foot, rose up from the ground, and cut the Dicko in his hands quickly and vertically.
Even if there is a piece of iron or a ton of stone in front of you, it will be chopped open by this sharp sword.
He just intends to use this emperor-like and domineering momentum to oppress his opponent, forcing him to roll, turn sideways, and dodge until he loses the courage to draw his sword and face him directly.
Unfortunately, Chu Zihang has never been the kind of man who gives up easily and is afraid of imperial power.
When this taciturn young man ignites the fire in his heart, even the gods will bleed for it.
He stopped holding the knife and started to raise his hand. His eyes calmly focused on the blade, and then he suddenly swung it out.
At this moment, Murasame perfectly became an extension of Chu Zihang's body. Thousands of slashes were completed in a very short period of time. Each hit on Dick Tuduo's blade weakened the force that prevented the blade from continuing to fall.
For the last move, Chu Zihang exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and pulled the long knife up quickly with his backhand.
Finally, the two knives stopped in the air, and the black-gold hunting knife almost touched Chu Zihang's face.
Caesar held the handle of the hunting knife with both hands, and his face became bloodshot and red from pressing down with all his strength, but after all, he could not get any closer.
Because the black-haired young man was carrying the long knife on his shoulder, with the blade resting on the blade, his left leg arched, and the majestic strength gushing out from his whole body.
Through Dictado's contact with Murasame, Caesar felt that the power hidden in Chu Zihang's body was awakening, and his golden eyes began to become brighter and more indifferent.
His bloodline was not stable and was gradually losing control. Looking at Chu Zihang with an icy face in front of him, Caesar suddenly woke up.
"You are very powerful. Let's call it a draw this time."
Caesar, who was always known for his pride and arrogance, made a rare reconciliation.
A large part of the reason for this is because they are fighting in private, without bystanders present. So in the end, only the two of them know whether they win or lose.
Chu Zihang also realized the strange changes in his body, and immediately nodded coldly in agreement.
His blood factors rioted without warning, greedily thirsting for power, which itself was an extremely dangerous thing.
Base matching time after time will make the dragon blood in his body higher and higher, and he will become more and more like a cold-blooded and ruthless dragon.
"Huh, it's really a big loss. I was injured. I didn't expect it to end in a draw."
Seeing Chu Zihang knowingly put down Murasame, Caesar sat down on the floor, looked at the wound on the palm of his hand and smiled heartily.
The black-haired young man slowly sheathed the knife, looked down at the wound that was gradually healing under the influence of dragon blood, and remained silent.
The sunlight outside the window has shifted a little, and the old cherry tree still has its circling branches, but the two young people in the venue have already exchanged ideas.
"It's a pity that it will take some time before I can challenge Li Yongyuan again."
These were the last words Caesar said with a grin, still full of confidence in himself.
"That day may be long."
Chu Zihang was as silent as a stubborn stone. He was standing there, standing there impartially despite Caesar's hammering at him.