Why did the head of the Qian family choose Yuan Haoke? Every fool knows this.
Although Yuan Haoke is ranked fifth, in terms of strength, he can definitely crush those who are physically disabled, strong-willed, and civilized and polite. Although the palace master talks nonsense, he is not blind.
"This boy is so lucky, he was appointed by the master of the palace to be his disciple." Everyone said with envy.
Of course, when this sentence appears in a novel, the next sentence is often...
"I refuse." Sure enough, Yuan Haoke refused without hesitation, which was in line with Shuangwen's routine.
"What?"
Everyone's eyes were as wide as eggs in shock, as if they had heard some ancient legend.
However, Qian's school suddenly became darkened. Today, he was completely disgraced.
First, his son was castrated, and then he was rejected as a disciple. After all, he was the master of the palace, so he didn’t want to lose face?
"Give me a reasonable explanation." The palace master's face was ashen, as if he had eaten a pound of Ollie.
Yuan Haoke cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Lord, for your love. I am not civilized and polite, and I am not strong-willed. I am not worthy of being your disciple."
As soon as he said this, everyone respected him as a man. The connotation was so accurate that the palace master seemed to be choked by Ollie and was speechless.
But the master of the palace snorted coldly and said: "You don't know how to praise me, but I want to see who dares to accept you as a disciple except me."
Then, the master of the palace said to the teachers: "Which of these young men dares to accept a disciple?"
This voice made everyone tremble with fear. Accepting this disciple would be tantamount to suicide.
Kong Mufeng, on the other hand, stood up and said, "If the master of the palace doesn't bother, he already has a disciple?"
"Could it be you? Who are you?" The palace master looked at Kong Mufeng with a gloomy expression.
Kong Mufeng secretly thought it was not good, did he have to bring things to this point?
"It's my humble position. My humble position is that of Mupai teacher Kong Mufeng."
"Wooden sign...hahahaha..." The master of the Qian family looked up to the sky and laughed.
"I thought such an awesome person was just a wooden sign teacher. I wanted to see what a wooden sign teacher could teach."
Once these words were spoken, it was equivalent to directly giving Kong Mufeng a death sentence, and he would definitely be targeted in various ways in the future.
The recruitment of other disciples also proceeded in an orderly manner, but in the end, there were only three people and no one chose them.
They are Sun Zhilan, who offended Chen Peng, and the Zhuge brothers, who offended Qian Zhongkai.
"Hmph, this is the fate of challenging the Qian Academy. No one will choose." The master of the palace said proudly.
The three of them stood there at a loss. They didn't know what to do. Without a master, it would be better to be outside at Qian's school.
"You three, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" At this moment, a voice came.
Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and it was Kong Mufeng who was seeking death and resurrecting himself.
The master of the palace narrowed his eyes and said, "Who gave you such courage?"
"Hehe... Liang Jingru..." Kong Mufeng laughed loudly, but it made people confused.
Is it possible that Liang Jingru is a great god in the realm of pill formation, and that Kong Mufeng relies on him as his backer? Otherwise, why would Kong Mufeng be so crazy, unless he really takes death as his hobby?
"Good...good...good..."
The master of the palace said three good words through gritted teeth and walked away in anger.
"Master, please don't be angry. He is just picking up what others have left. He is a waste collector at best." At this time, the bronze medal teacher Da Wanzi said in the ear of the master.
But Kong Mufeng smiled and said: "Hahaha... I can still become a billionaire by picking up scraps. Even if it's what you have left, I can use these four people to defeat you."
"Are you crazy?"
"Yes..." Kong Mufeng said nothing surprising.
The master of the Qian family said coldly: "Okay, do you dare to bet with me?"
"Don't dare."
"You..." The palace master finally figured it out. This guy is not ignorant of the heights of the world, but he has a heart as high as the sky and a face as thick as the earth.
"You have to accept this bet even if you don't accept it." The master of the palace snorted coldly. You made me angry and you still want to escape from the Qian Family Academy?
"How do you want to bet?" Kong Mufeng said bravely.
The master of the palace sneered and said: "Simple, if all of your disciples can reach first-class disciples within one year, you will win."
After hearing this, the teachers already made a judgment in their hearts. Kong Mufeng was definitely going to lose.
There are three levels of disciples in the Qian Family Academy. Those who have just arrived are called third-level disciples. Only those who break through the martial arts realm will have the opportunity to be promoted to second-level disciples. The criterion for becoming a first-level disciple is to defeat five wood-level teachers.
"What do you want to bet on?" Kong Mufeng was not afraid and directly challenged.
The master of the palace narrowed his eyes and said: "If you lose, I won't want anything else from you, as long as you destroy your cultivation and get out of the academy."
"Hiss! It seems that the palace master doesn't want to make it easy for him." First-class disciples only have the best talents, and they have to practice for three to five years before they have a chance.
Chen Shide, however, gloated and said, "Hmph, I'm making you crazy. Now that you've offended the palace master, I'll see how you behave."
Unexpectedly, Kong Mufeng said with a confused look on his face: "Okay, I accept it, what if I win?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Others were concerned about why he didn't die, but he was concerned about what he would do if he won.
The palace master frowned and said, "Then tell me, what do you want?"
Kong Mufeng smiled sinisterly and said: "I don't want you to give up on your cultivation. I just want you to directly promote me to a silver medal teacher."
"Is this guy scared out of his mind?" At this time, he is still thinking about getting promoted?
The palace master said loudly: "Okay, I promise you." After that, the palace master walked away.
"Speaking of bets, some of them should be fulfilled." Kong Mufeng said and walked directly to Chen Shide.
"Elder Chen, what you said should count." Kong Mufeng smiled evilly, scaring Chen Shide at a loss.
Everyone was also interested. It seemed that Kong Mufeng was quite a gambler.
"What I said before, if I accept a disciple, you kowtow to me." Kong Mufeng deliberately shouted loudly for everyone to hear.
"You...you..." Chen Shide's face was as angry as a traffic light, sometimes red, sometimes green, sometimes yellow.
"What are you doing? Do you still want to default on your debt? Kneel down." Kong Mufeng raised the ruler in his hand and put it directly on Chen Shide's forehead.
Chen Shide looked depressed. He didn't expect to steal the chicken but lose the rice, and was caught off guard by Kong Mufeng.
"Kneel down..."
Kong Mufeng shouted loudly, and Chen Shide was so frightened that he slowly knelt down on the ground with his trembling legs.
Unexpectedly, Kong Mufeng snapped the ruler in his hand and hit Chen Shide's knee.
"Do you have Parkinson's disease or cold legs? Hurry up."
Following Kong Mufeng's demonic roar, Chen Shide plopped down on the ground, and all the teachers immediately looked over.
"This is...Chen Shide? The distant cousin of the master of the palace?" Everyone was ashamed. This Kong Mufeng was really the first person in history to commit suicide. He just had to dig up his ancestral grave.