On the ninth floor of Wusheng Pagoda, there is an old man in green robes, with long beard and white hair, and an immortal spirit, standing by the window, looking in the direction of Yunzhu Courtyard.
His deep eyes burst out with a strange look, he stroked his long beard and praised: "What a young man. He was able to suppress Du Tianlu, a man who had already set foot on the other side, and was unable to resist.
, although it was a sneak attack to seize the opportunity, which is a bit disgraceful, but the last punch was brilliant, enough to show that he is as powerful as Du Tianlu in combat. Aotian, you have met your opponent."
The last words were spoken to a young man in white standing on his left.
But the young man in white smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm not interested in him. I'm only interested in these senior brothers on the Martial Saint List."
After saying that, he withdrew his gaze from the direction of Yunzhu Courtyard and turned to look at a bronze plaque hanging on the tower beam.
The names of some people are engraved on the bronze plaque, a total of thirteen people from top to bottom.
These thirteen people are known to everyone in Taiping Academy, and they are all well-known people, because they are the only thirteen powerful people who have climbed to the ninth floor of the Martial Saint Tower since the establishment of Taiping Academy.
And the young man in white clothes in front of him is the thirteenth one on the plaque, Zhan Aotian.
Zhan Aotian stared at the bronze plaque, stood with his hands behind his hands, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Song Muyun, Kui Su, and Shao Wencai have all been defeated by me. The next one is senior brother Bai Mo. Unfortunately, senior brother Bai Mo is already unfortunate.
To pass away and not be able to learn his clever tricks is really a great regret in life."
He read the names from bottom to top. From what he meant, he wanted to challenge the senior brothers who had climbed to the top of Wusheng Tower before him on the bronze plaque.
"Senior Brother Bai Mo is above Senior Brother Jiang Han."
Zhan Aotian's eyes left Bai Mo's name and moved up one spot. He couldn't help but frown slightly and said:
"Senior Brother Jiang Han is very low-key. Ever since he was recruited into the Wuwei Camp by His Royal Highness, he has completely lost his shine and gradually faded out of people's sight. Now he is almost forgotten by everyone."
The white-bearded old man withdrew his gaze from Yunzhu Courtyard, turned around and responded:
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince needs to keep a low profile and bide his time. As his general, you, Senior Brother Jiang Han, naturally cannot show off your talents.
Speaking of sharpness, your senior brother Jiang Han's sharpness when he was in the academy can be said to be the strongest among the thirteen of you.
So much so that I was very dissatisfied with him at one time, because if it is too strong, it will break easily, and things will turn to the extreme. Who would have thought that this kid would suddenly lose his light and sink into the darkness, which really made me look at him with admiration.
It can bear thousands of feet of light when it is prosperous, and it can endure thousands of years of silence when it is in decline. It is amazing.
It’s not that I’m destroying your prestige, you should be no match for Jiang Han, and the gap may not be even a tiny bit, so you’d better be mentally prepared so that you don’t get hit too hard and fall into despair.”
The corners of Zhan Aotian's mouth slowly curved, and two rays of light shot out from his starry eyes, saying: "You will know if you can beat him or not."
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"It's a pity that he ran away."
Zhang Xiaozu looked at the direction where Du Tianlu fell in the bamboo forest. Covered in a subtle state of mind, he saw that Du Tianlu got up and ran away as soon as he fell into the bamboo forest and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but shake his head with regret.
From his tone, it seemed that if Du Tianlu didn't run away, he would catch him and beat him up.
When Su Jin heard Zhang Xiaopou's voice, he woke up from the shock. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Just run away."
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, how could she have believed that the mighty commander of the 100,000-strong Forbidden Army was beaten so badly by a young man named Zhang Xiaozu that he fled in despair.
"Oh, no!" Zhang Xiaozu suddenly shouted.
Su Jin was startled, turned around, looked up and down Zhang Xiaozu's body, and asked in a panic: "What's wrong? Where is it injured?"
However, Zhang Xiaopou said with an apologetic face: "Sir, I'm sorry for making a mess in your yard. I'll smooth it out for you later and put new soil on the burnt area."
Su Jin glared at him angrily and said, "Even if the yard is demolished, I won't blame you. As long as you are fine, just--ah!"
Just as she was talking, Su Jin suddenly screamed because she walked around behind Zhang Xiaozu and saw the sword wound on Zhang Xiaozu's back.
There was a hideous wound that was more than seven inches long. The flesh and blood were turned out, and the bones were visible. There was still blood flowing out, staining the clothes on the entire back red.
Staring at this hideous wound, Su Jin's eyes turned red and tears fell. She knew that the sword on Zhang Xiaozu's back was purely to protect her. The softest place in her heart was once again protected by Zhang Xiaozu without hesitation.
touched.
Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help but panic when he saw Su Jin crying. He quickly turned around to face Su Jin, not letting her see the injuries on his back. At the same time, he waved his hands indifferently and said with a smile: "A little skin injury, it will be fine after a while, it's not a problem."
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"Bastard! Is this a skin injury?!" Su Jin glared at Zhang Xiaopou with red eyes, and then said with a cold face and a tone that did not tolerate resistance: "The wound is still bleeding and must be treated as soon as possible. Just stand here and don't move.
, I’m going to get medicine and bandages for you.”
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the east wing.
Zhang Xiaozu didn't dare to disobey, he stood there honestly, then took out a small magic rejuvenation pill from the space mustard seed and threw it into his mouth.
The students woke up from the shock, swarmed out of the classroom, ran to the courtyard and gathered in front of Zhang Xiaozu, their little faces full of expressions of admiration.
"Uncle, you are too cool!"
The little boy who had previously covered his face and badmouthed Zhang Xiaopou turned red in the face. He punched and raised his thumb at Zhang Xiaopou, appearing extremely excited.
Zhang Xiaozu looked at the little boy and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Tai Wenyan. Uncle, what's your name?" the little boy asked eagerly.
Zhang Xiaozhu did not answer him, but stared at him and said seriously: "Boy, it's okay if you call me uncle, and I won't mind, but I must tell you solemnly that I have just turned seventeen this year.
Far from being old enough to be your uncle."
"Ah? Really?" The little boy was very surprised when he heard this. He glanced at Zhang Xiaozu's face several times, and then said: "Uncle, you really look a bit old."
"What does a little brat know?" Zhang Xiaozhu glanced at him sideways, raised his hand to rub the stubble on his chin, and said narcissistically: "This is called maturity."
"Get out of the way." Su Jin got the medicine and bandages, shouted to the students gathered in front of Zhang Xiaozu, and then ordered to the little boy: "Wen Yan, do your husband a favor and go to the kitchen to scoop a basin of it out of the big pot.
Warm water."
"It's your order." The little boy responded readily, called two helpers, and ran towards the east kitchen.
Su Jin went behind Zhang Xiaozu and frowned: "It's troublesome to take off your clothes. It may affect the wound and cause secondary trauma, so I can only use scissors to cut it."
After saying that, he took out a pair of scissors from the tool bag he had taken.
Zhang Xiaozu said quickly: "Sir, there is no need to go to such trouble. You just need to apply medicine and bandage it outside."
"Nonsense!" Su Jin scolded, while using the scissors to carefully cut open the clothes next to the wound, he said: "Such a long and deep wound must be sutured and then bandaged with medicine, otherwise it will be easy to re-open before the wound is completely healed.
If it collapses, it will cause secondary or even third or fourth trauma, and it will also leave a big scar."
"Oh" Zhang Xiaozhu could only reply with a smile. He had suffered countless major and minor injuries, but only a handful of them had been sutured.
"Uncle, you are truly a hero!" A little girl stood beside Zhang Xiaopeng and praised him with a thumbs up.
"I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it." Zhang Xiaozu quickly said modestly.
"That's right." The little girl nodded repeatedly and said, "The wound on your back is so long, you can even see the bones in the deep places, and the wound is still bleeding, but you didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.
He said something and still chatted and laughed with us, how could he do it if he wasn't a great hero?"
"Uh-" The little girl's definition of a hero is to be able to endure pain, but Zhang Xiaozu didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Young Master, when he saw injustice, he stood up for me and defended me without hesitation. He should be regarded as a hero to me, Su Jin." Su Jin expressed gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
"Sir, you are serious. I have the honor to attend your class. I am your student. When students see their husbands being bullied, they will naturally feel unfair to them. It is a matter of course. There is nothing heroic or unheroic." Zhang Xiaozhu said.
After Su Jin heard this, his hand movements suddenly stopped.
She never expected that Zhang Xiaozu would help her and even risk his life to protect her, but just because he stood outside the courtyard and listened to her class, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable touch and admiration in her heart, and sighed.
: "The young master is sincere and kind, upholds righteousness, and has a pure heart. Su Jin admires him very much."
"Sir, that's a ridiculous compliment." Zhang Xiaopou waved his hands hurriedly. Su Jin's series of supreme compliments made him flattered. He didn't dare to flatter himself. He was afraid that Su Jin would continue to compliment him, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Sir, my surname is Zhang and my first name is Zhang.
Xiaopeng, the elders gave me the word "Dayong". You can call me Zhang Xiaopiao or Zhang Dayong. Just don't call me "Youngzi" again. It makes me panic and makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Zhang Xiaozu, Zhang Dayong? Uncle, your name is so vulgar." When Tai Wenyan came back from getting warm water, he happened to hear Zhang Xiaozu announcing his name. He was not afraid of Zhang Xiaozu's anger, so he opened his mouth to complain.
"Wen Yan, don't be rude." Su Jin scolded.
The little guy shrank his neck in fear, stuck out his tongue and made a face at Zhang Xiaopou.
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Xiaozu didn't care.
"You can farm without your armor, and you can go into battle and kill enemies with your armor on. You should be of great use. This name has a profound meaning, and the elder who named you is a man of great wisdom." Su Jin praised Xiaopiao Zhang's name.
Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this, because what Su Jin said was exactly what the village chief grandpa said when he named him. He immediately nodded and said: "Our village chief grandpa does have great wisdom."
"Raise your hands." Su Jin said, signaling Zhang Xiaozu to raise his arms, then took off the cut shirt along his arms, and then removed the tattered soft armor that Zhang Xiaozu wore outside his shirt.
Finally, I started cutting Zhang Xiaopeng's undershirt.
"Uncle, I don't think you are a poor person. Why are you wearing such a tattered soft armor?"
Tai Wenyan saw that the software worn by Zhang Xiaozhu was in tatters. He felt that if he threw it on the street, no one would even take a second look at it, so he couldn't help but asked in confusion.