Students in the four branches of Tianyue Royal Academy must achieve an instructor evaluation of A or above in martial arts courses to meet the evaluation requirements for first-class students. The academy never restricts students from participating in martial arts courses, as long as there are
With the approval of the instructor, you will be directly promoted to a first-class student.
The vast majority of students in the Contracting Academy are very resistant to martial arts courses. They believe that with the power of law, there is no need for martial arts at all. Therefore, many Contracting students will casually give some benefits to the martial arts instructors in order to directly pass the assessment.
, this kind of phenomenon is considered normal in the academy.
There is more than one martial arts instructor in the academy. Each instructor has his or her own exclusive classroom. It is up to the students to choose which instructor to receive guidance from. Finally, the instructor chosen by the students will evaluate their performance.
This year, there are only three martial arts instructors in the academy: Ping Tailong, deputy general of the mechanical army, Wan Wu, deputy general of the supernatural army, and Mr. Dongfang, president of the blacksmith guild. The first two were injured and took a break and were called to serve as instructors.
, the last one is an emerging celebrity who is famous as the "Sword Master", but is unknown in the martial arts world.
Dongfang Fan and Ma Fan were led by college personnel into an open-air classroom covering an area of about 300 square meters. There was no one in the classroom, except for a podium, the rest was blank.
"Each class lasts two hours. It would be great if we could be as quiet as now during these two hours..." Dongfang Fan leaned on the edge of the podium, while Ma Fan put down the two swords he was holding in his arms.
, the two swords are a wooden sword and an iron sword. The iron sword is Dongfang Fan's latest work that he made yesterday, and it was also specially cast for Ma Fan.
"You are quite profitable. You can earn two hundred purple crystal cores for two hours per class and fifteen classes per month. If you are allowed to hang up your name here and get paid for nothing, no matter how stupid the people in the dynasty are, they will not let you."
Stay for two months..." While Ma Fan was complaining, someone walked in from outside the door.
The man was wearing a college uniform. He was a timid boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old. As soon as this man entered the classroom and saw the two people on the podium, the nervousness on his face became even more intense.
"You must be the president of the Blacksmith Guild...I...please accept me as your disciple! I want to be a blacksmith!" The mysterious male student lowered his head and knelt down directly to Dongfang Fan as he spoke.
Dongfang Fan was stunned. This situation surprised him: the position of blacksmith was definitely a low-level position in the imperial capital, and an academy student with a bright future actually had to give up his bright future and choose to become a blacksmith. This made him unable to
understand.
"You should get up first and tell me why you want to become a blacksmith..." Dongfang Fan helped the male student up, and only then did he realize that the man had tears streaming down his face.
"Okay...Teacher, my name is Deng Xing. I am an orphan. My parents have been together since the first year of the White Walkers... Later, I entered Tianya, and later, the Lord of Tianya became the current one.
The Lord of Tianyue, our emperor, has set up a residence for all our orphans. All sixteen-year-olds will be sent to the academy to learn combat skills, and finally the graduates will be sent to the front lines to fight... But...
I don’t want to fight...I don’t want revenge...So, I don’t want to learn martial arts or have power...I just want to be an ordinary person...If I can become a blacksmith, I can definitely get rid of the fate of dying on the battlefield!"
Deng Xing begged, with more tears on his face.
"No matter when, there will always be people like you..." Dongfang Fan murmured to himself.
"I know...I know that I am weak...and I know that my behavior is not like a man...but...I can't help it! When I think that I may die on the front line at any time, I can't calm down...I don't want to
Death... Although I also know that not killing the White Walkers to avenge my parents is a kind of unfilial piety... not serving the dynasty is a kind of disloyalty... but... I can't help it! I hate war... I'm afraid of death...
I'm timid...I can't change this..." Deng Xing cried louder and louder.
"You misunderstood what I meant... I didn't mean to belittle you... You are making decisions for your future, which shows that you have become aware. But unfortunately, I can't help you become a blacksmith. That is not my identity.
What you should do, what you can do... The only thing I can help you is to give you the belief to defeat the weak..." After Dongfang Fan said that, he took out the wooden sword on the podium and threw it away, and the wooden sword fell into the ground a centimeter.
, standing upright in front of Deng Xing - the ground was paved with cement.
"If you want to stay and learn swordsmanship, then pull out the wooden sword in front of you. If you don't want to, just leave."
Deng Xing was stunned and despairing. At this time, it no longer mattered who would teach him. He did not force it anymore, but stretched out his hand absentmindedly, trying to pull out the wooden sword in front of him.
"I can't pull it out..." Deng Xing tried his best to pull out the wooden sword, but he couldn't pull it out from the ground.
"Do you know why you can't pull out this wooden sword?" Dongfang Fan asked.
"Because I am weak..." Deng Xing released his hands holding the sword and lowered his head.
"No, you just don't want to pull the sword out. You don't have the thought of pulling out the sword in your heart, so even if you have a thousand pounds of strength, you can't pull it out..."
"Oh? Really? If so, then I want to give it a try!" A mocking voice came from outside the door, interrupting Dongfang Fan's words. Dongfang Fan took a closer look and found that the person outside the door was no stranger: Exactly
He had lost to the first grader in civil and martial arts in the actual combat exam six months ago. It would be at least half a year before he could retake the actual combat exam and gain the right to participate in the summoning ceremony.
The tallest man stood next to Deng Xing with a look of disdain, staring at Dongfang Fan closely, while his peripheral vision kept glancing at Ma Fan who was behind Dongfang Fan.
"Are you Mr. Dongfang, who is known as the master of sword making? You just said that if you don't have the heart to draw the sword, you can't pull out this wooden sword even if you have a thousand pounds of strength... Are you serious about this?" The first senior student said.
He raised the corners of his mouth and sneered maliciously.
"That's right, don't talk about the strength of a thousand catties, even if you have the strength of ten thousand catties, if you don't have the heart to draw the sword, the sword will not be pulled out by anyone." Dongfang Fan responded indifferently, ignoring the arrogance of Gao Yingyi.
"Haha! Then if I draw it, are you going to say that I have the intention to draw the sword? Master?" The first grade student smiled arrogantly. At this time, many students had gathered outside the classroom, and those students were all
He was a higher-ranking follower, and many of them wanted to come over and see the legendary swordsmith.
"Well... maybe you really have the intention to draw the sword, but it's not necessarily... but you can't draw this wooden sword, because with your ability, it will take at least ten years to have the ability to draw this sword.
Qualifications." Dongfang Fan raised his chin and finally answered with certainty. Ma Fan behind him looked at Dongfang Fan digging holes step by step for people to jump over, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile.
"Hmph! If I pull it out, do you dare to lose the maid behind you to me?" Gao Yiyi pointed at Ma Fan and shouted. The onlookers immediately knew Gao Yiyi's thoughts, and many had thoughts about him.
The female students stared at Ma Fan and wanted to swallow him.
"I don't dare, she will kill me..." Dongfang Fan waved his hand, looking innocent.
"No need to pull it out...I'll kill you here in minutes!" Ma Fan angrily pulled out the iron sword on the podium, and crossed Dongfang Fan to force him to kill the taller one, but Dongfang Fan picked him up like a cat.
No matter how Ma Fan moved, he just couldn't move forward.
"What are you doing?! You dare to treat me as a gambling chip. This kind of person will kill one on sight and stab two on sight! Let me go! Let me kill him!!" Ma Fan grew up rapidly because of using the Ghost Eyes.
I was about seventeen or eighteen years old at that time (in fact, I was seventeen or eighteen years old seven years ago), with a beautiful face and a graceful figure. It can be said that I was in the most perfect youthful years between youth and maturity.
Her every move and smile had an inexplicable charm, and it was this that made the senior high school student who first saw her feel inexplicably moved.
However, at this time, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up his sword and was about to kill people with words and deeds that completely destroyed Ma Fan's appearance.
"If you kill him, why don't you ask me to bear the consequences... Go back and calm down... This is a battlefield between men..." Dongfang Fan threw Ma Fan back and looked at Gao Yiyi again.
His attention was still on Ma Fan, and it was obvious that Ma Fan's rough image just now made him even more - fascinated.
"This kid, gambling at a young age is a very bad behavior. Moreover, you only talked about the situation of pulling out, but did not take into account the situation of not being able to pull out. How could anyone accept such a bet? So,
As a mentor, I will not embarrass you. If you pull it out, I will pack up and leave, and leave the capital to be with the ghosts from now on. If you can't pull it out..." Dongfang Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled,
The kind demeanor of a good mentor——
"If you can't pull it out, how about you blind yourself?"
After hearing this, the first grader's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was shaken. He couldn't help but think to himself: Could it be that there really is some way to this wooden sword?
"What's wrong? Does Tongxiao think that my bet is not big enough? If Tongxiao thinks that letting me leave is not enough, then I can use my life as a bet, and the bet I want remains the same, how about that?" Dongfang Fan said kindly
He smiled and said that the first grader felt more and more unsure, and even began to regret that he should not have stood up and caused trouble.
"Hmph! What's the point of such a boring bet? Get out of the way!" Gao Yiyi angrily pushed Deng Xing away and turned to leave.
"You are as timid as a loser, but you have the nerve to come out and embarrass yourself..." Ma Fan said disdainfully. The figure of the taller boy suddenly stopped, the expression on his face was very stiff, and the anger in his heart could reach the sky.
"Isn't it just a sword? Just pull it out!" The senior high school student was furious when he heard this. He turned around, grabbed the wooden sword, and pulled it out with all his strength. The wooden sword was just pulled out!
"Ma Fan, congratulations on your success in trying to commit suicide... I obviously scared him so much that he gave up gambling, but you said you had to be a bitch, now it's okay, it's embarrassing..." Dongfang Fan smiled helplessly, how could Ma Fan know that?
Dongfang Fan's intention? She was completely stunned at this moment - she thought Dongfang Fan was absolutely sure, but she didn't expect it was a bluff.
