Lu Fengrou leaned lazily on the sofa, and Fang Ping followed suit and lazily leaned on another modular sofa.
Lu Fengrou stared at him for a while, then said, "I'll have someone send me a new sofa later."
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment. I was talking about business, why did I move to the sofa?
"How many days have you not showered?"
Lu Fengrou asked with some disgust, "No need to ask, it will be at least six or seven days."
"Teacher, it's not a question of whether to take a shower or not..."
Fang Ping is a little resentful, where did your topic go?
Lu Fengrou sneered and said lightly: "Two choices, first, refuse, second, next."
"It's just a choice between two, what's so hard about it?"
"If you refuse, just pretend that this is not the case. You are the president of the Mowu Martial Arts Club, not the president of the Nanwu Martial Arts Club. Nanjiang has no right to ask you to do anything.
Do you think Zhang Dingnan is so easy to talk to? Why weren't you forced to go into battle?
Because he doesn't have the power.
So, if you refuse, don’t worry about anything. If you are worried about your family, then come to Magic City. The cult warriors are not idiots. You have an attitude that it has nothing to do with you. How dare they provoke you?
Do you really think they are so full that they want to kill individual geniuses?"
"Second, if you take over the mission, there will be a high-quality attack and kill!"
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, "It must be of high quality?"
"Nonsense, you are in the third-level stage and your record is to escape from the sixth-level hands. Are the cult warriors idiots? Now that you have entered the fourth-level stage, they will attack you at the risk of retaliating for your escape? So, why don't you do it?
If you want to do it, you must have a high-quality approach!”
Lu Fengrou said indifferently: "Zhang Dingnan not only wants to find the traitor, but also wants to take the opportunity to lure out a high-ranking member of the cult. The destructive power of a high-level member is actually more terrifying than the traitor!
If the cult wants to take action against you, it is 100% certain that it will be of high quality!"
Fang Ping's pupils shrank. Before, he thought that the cult might not use high-quality combat power. After all, for a shrunken cult, high-quality combat power was very precious.
But now that Lu Fengrou said this, Fang Ping understood that it was not impossible, but there would definitely be a high-quality move.
Seeing Fang Ping's silence, Lu Fengrou continued: "If you encounter a high-ranking person at a long distance, with your mental strength, you may not die. However, if the opponent gets close to you within 30 meters, you will definitely die within two seconds!
This is talking about seventh-grade warriors. Of course, the probability of the opponent sending out an eighth-grade golden body warrior is extremely low."
"If you accept this mission, the seventh-level warrior will not be able to protect you. If you are too far away and there is no time to rescue you, you will die.
Therefore, it is necessary to let the eighth or even ninth grade lurk secretly to protect your life at the critical moment."
After saying that, Lu Fengrou added: "And I want to ensure safety... at least two eighth-grade people!"
"Both of you?"
Fang Ping was stunned again, as if he thought of something, and said attentively: "You mean, if there is only one person... maybe... he will sit back and watch me die?"
"I'm just saying that it's possible. No one knows what these powerful masters are thinking. If the two of them restrain each other, they will save you in time regardless of whether they have other plans in their hearts. But one person may not be able to."
"Two eighth-grade golden body experts?"
Fang Ping said bitterly: "There is no eighth grade in Nanjiang."
There are grandmasters in Nanjiang, and Zhang Dingnan is not the only one, but the grandmasters in Nanjiang are all in the seventh level.
"Isn't Zhang Dingnan asking me to die?" Fang Ping complained.
Lu Fengrou sneered and said: "That's not necessarily the case. Maybe, Zhang Dingnan wants you to understand that it is very dangerous, extremely dangerous. Let's see if you, Fang Ping, can get an eighth-grade golden body expert to take action, such as Wu Kuishan.
Once Wu Kuishan takes action this time, no matter what the purpose is, Wu Kuishan will take action once the Nanjiang Caves are opened."
When Fang Ping heard this, he suddenly stopped talking about it. Instead, he smiled and said, "Teacher, do you know the principal and Governor Zhang?"
"know."
"I think we have known each other for many years."
"More than 30 years."
"We have been friends for so many years. Governor Zhang asked Mo Wu for help, but instead of asking the principal, he asked me... tsk tsk, don't think so..."
Before he finished speaking, the sofa exploded with a bang!
Fang Ping himself also lay on the ground, almost breathless under the pressure of Lu Fengrou's mental strength and momentum.
Lu Fengrou's mental strength may not be too strong, but at least relatively speaking, Fang Ping can still block it.
But the key point was that the distance between the two of them was too close, and Fang Ping didn't take any precautions and was immediately overwhelmed.
Have you ever learned the saying "Misfortune comes from the mouth?"
Lu Fengrou looked indifferent, as if she didn't see Fang Ping's dilemma, and continued: "It has nothing to do with personal relations. Wu Kuishan is thinking about Mowu, and Zhang Dingnan is thinking about Nanjiang. I said, don't think of Mowu as a school, but as a party."
power.
Wu Kuishan and Zhang Dingnan are the leaders of the two forces respectively. Although they have a common enemy, the problem in the Demon City Caves has not yet been resolved.
If... I said if, too much was lost in Nanjiang, how will Mowu deal with it next?
Mowu's current status is the result of countless people fighting and fighting with their blood and lives.
Zhang Dingnan and Wu Kuishan have only an ordinary personal relationship, not to mention ordinary, they are brothers, and Wu Kuishan will not rashly agree to assist Nanjiang at this moment."
Fang Ping silently got up from the ground, looked at the sofa that had been blown into pieces, sighed helplessly, and simply sat on the ground and said, "Why is Governor Zhang looking for me?
The principal will not agree to assist Nanjiang..."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Lu Fengrou smiled lightly and said: "You still don't understand. Wuhan University claims that the martial arts club and the school leaders co-govern. The president of the martial arts club can also be regarded as one of the leaders of Mowu. This has nothing to do with strength, but the meaning of the martial arts club and the students.
group.
Once you agree to aid Nanjiang, the militant faction in the school will choose to support you.
At that time, Mowu will be put on the fire. As one of the famous schools, since there are many people in the school who want to fight, not fighting at this moment is not in line with the spirit of Wuhan University.
If you dare to fight, you must fight, and never avoid fighting!
No one has raised it, so these are not problems. We have the Demon City Dungeon to defend, but it has been raised, and it is not raised by ordinary people. At this time, we have to fight if we don’t want to fight!"
Fang Ping hadn't reacted too well before, but when he heard this, he frowned and said, "Zhang Dingnan is plotting against me?"
Once he brings up the matter of aid, it will push Mowu to the forefront, and it may cause a lot of trouble!
"It's not a calculation." Lu Fengrou said with a smile: "Zhang Dingnan has now reached the point where he has a glimmer of hope and wants to give it a try.
He is a Nanjiang native, a native of Nanjiang, and has been rooted in Nanjiang his whole life.
Since taking up the post of Governor of Nanjiang, his philosophy has been to live his life only for Nanjiang.
And you are also from Nanjiang. Maybe in his view, it is only natural for Nanjiang people to sacrifice their lives and blood for Nanjiang. Do you understand?
Of course, he has not reached such an extreme point yet, but it is still appropriate to take some risks and contribute to Nanjiang.
In fact, Zhang Dingnan takes Nanjiang too seriously."
Lu Fengrou shook her head slightly and said: "Nanjiang is actually extremely well prepared now. The central government and the military are all prepared. Other places are prepared in the same way. There is no difference to Nanjiang.
But Zhang Dingnan is still inviting warriors from all over the world to participate in the battle of defense. This is because he takes Nanjiang too seriously and does not want any mistakes to occur.
Zhang Dingnan is a good governor, there is no denying this, but to add the prefix, he is just a good governor of Nanjiang..."
"Okay, the topic is getting a little far off topic."
Lu Fengrou didn't say this again, but after thinking about it, she added, "The older generation of warriors all have limitations and have a strong sense of place. On the contrary, the younger generation of warriors don't take it so seriously."
People of Zhang Dingnan's generation take local sentiments much more seriously than people today.
Not only Zhang Dingnan, but many older martial artists today are like this.
In the caves of their hometown, they can throw their heads and blood, and die without regrets, never sparing their lives.
But once foreign aid is needed, these people will shirk it, or simply do nothing.
It is impossible to say that they are bad people. They fought bloody battles in the caves of their hometown. Father and son soldiers, grandfather and grandson were soldiers of three generations. It is not uncommon for the whole family to enter the caves.
Death in battle caves is commonplace.
Can such people be said to be bad people?
Including the grandfather of Chen Jiasheng of Donglin Wuhan University and the Chen family, the same is actually true. They fought to the death for Donglin and died without regrets.
In any other place, the old grandmaster of the Chen family might not have fought to the death.
If you think he has limitations or is stubborn, that's just your personal opinion. They are still heroes.
Fang Ping exhaled and said, "Then what should I do?"
"I don't know, you make your own choice, I am just your martial arts instructor and have no right to decide your life or death.
Warriors are both public and private. Warriors have the greatest publicity and the greatest selfishness.
From a general point of view, I hope you go, but from a selfish point of view, I hope you don't accept it. If a high-quality and powerful person takes action, you will only bet on luck."
"If there are two eighth-level protectors, am I safe and guaranteed?"
"Yes, yes, of course, sometimes you are unlucky and there is nothing you can do about it."
Lu Fengrou shook her head. It's hard to say if you are unlucky and protected by the ninth grade, you will die.
"Will the principal promise to protect me?"
"not necessarily."
Lu Fengrou said, and then said: "The grandmaster of Mowu may not agree, because this will plunge Mowu into the quagmire. Of course, if you really want to propose it, even if you don't want to, they may not refuse, but you have to think about it
Well, if you die, Mowu won’t have to get involved in the quagmire of Nanjiang River.”
Fang Ping's mouth twitched, "Well, if you ask me to invite you now, I don't even dare to invite you."
"Is it okay for one to have an eighth-grade golden body and one to have a seventh-grade body?"
"It's also feasible. The existence of the two people is mainly a containment to ensure maximum safety. At the critical moment, if the eighth-level person is willing to take action, the situation can be controlled."
After saying that, Lu Fengrou said: "Zhang Dingnan may be able to ask the Eighth Grade to take action. You didn't ask this?"
Fang Ping smiled bitterly and said: "I can't believe what politicians say. If I really want to take over the task, I must find someone myself. I'm afraid that Governor Zhang will say that one person is a small thing, but Nanjiang is a big problem. I will cry to find someone."
I can’t cry without my head.”
Lu Fengrou laughed and said: "It's not that stupid. Although Zhang Dingnan may not do this, but if you really encounter a situation where you have to choose one of the two, whether to kill the high-ranking cult member or save you, it's hard to say."
"I can think of it."
Fang Ping shook his head slightly, not complaining at all. It was the same sentence, but they were from different angles.
In other words, when two people are in danger, Fang Ping naturally has a choice whether to save his sister or a talented warrior.
"Teacher, I'll leave first."
Fang Ping didn't say anything else, stood up and walked out.
After walking a few steps, Lu Fengrou said, "Remember to ask someone to bring me a sofa."
"knew."
Fang Ping didn't care. The sofa cost only a few dollars. If he stepped on a floor outside, he would be fined hundreds of thousands.
…
It wasn't until Fang Ping left that Lu Fengrou murmured: "What choice will this kid make?"
…
It was No. 8 when we came out of the energy room. The people from the martial arts club had clearly received the news that Fang Ping had left the border, but they still couldn't find Fang Ping.
Not only No. 8, but No. 9 also didn’t see Fang Ping.
Until late at night on the 9th, everyone in the martial arts club was anxious.
Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the martial arts competition. If Fang Ping doesn't show up, it will be difficult to handle.
Fortunately, Fang Ping showed up late at night.
Inside the martial arts club.
Seeing Fang Ping, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Fenghua also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You are finally here. If you hadn't come, these guys would have been forced to attend the opening ceremony. I don't know what to say."
"Where are Xie Lei and Qin Fengqing?"
"No one was found."
Fang Ping snorted softly: "With the position of vice president, you only get benefits and don't work? Chen Wenlong is in the military department, and some of our students will enter the military department for training. These two guys are just doing it!"
Among the crowd, Zhang Ziwei bit her lip and said, "Xie Lei went to the cave."
"Magic City Caves?"
"No, Donglin Cave."
Fang Ping frowned again and said: "When you go down to the cave, why don't you report to the martial arts club? Forget it, forget about these two guys. After the opening ceremony tomorrow, we will distribute the benefits for the next year. These guys will be deducted first.
, it is not allowed to be distributed without my permission!"
Saying that, Fang Ping did not care what everyone thought and continued: "Tomorrow's opening ceremony, let all members of the martial arts club on campus go out, uniformly dress and wear weapons, and they must not lose the name of the magic martial arts and martial arts club!
By the way, those who are not members of the martial arts club and have entered the ranks will all go to the logistics department tomorrow to collect standard weapons and clothing. They will all gather at the city gymnasium to build up their momentum and let the outside world know that I have countless powerful warriors and generals.
One school is as good as one province!”
Everyone didn't care, Fang Ping wanted to save face and build up his reputation, so just give him this face, it was just a small matter.
Fu Changding asked instead, "That's not a weapon belonging to a member of the martial arts club..."
"The martial arts club paid for it and gave it to them for free. Let them work hard and don't live up to my hard work."
Everyone looked sideways, so grand?
Fang Ping said nonchalantly: "In the past few days, I have spent all the money from the martial arts club, so as not to worry about the school leaders, and I have saved more than 5 billion. Everyone is jealous of something. At that time, I asked the school to hold a school anniversary fundraiser. The school
I don’t agree. Now that we have collected the donations and the school wants them, if we don’t give them to the school, we will give them all the points..."
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, but they were extremely happy.
If you really want to pay benefits for a year, the money will be quite a lot.
"By the way, leave some cash later. I still have a batch of credits here. I can use the credits to pay the bill at the school."
No one cared about it, it was a trivial matter, credits and money have similar uses in school, there is no difference.
Fang Ping didn't say anything more. Seeing that it was getting late, he let everyone disperse and returned to the dormitory where he had not returned for many days.