Repugnant Gateway

This thing may not be believed even if you say it, thinking that the person who is talking is a lunatic. Because only lunatics can make up such a bizarre story.

But this is not a story, so many people are witnessing the real thing happening.

An Zheng carrying the iron pear bow of General Yingyang Wang Kaitai, went over the wall and went up to the Junxin Tower, and shot five arrows in the rear window of the third floor. Something is not in the center of the heart, but it is also on the heart after all. This matter may be written into the history of Yan Guowu Academy, or even the history of the military.

Chang Huan swallowed hard, then turned to look at Wang Kaitai and others. At this time, everyone including the new dean of the Wuyuan Academy came over.

After the death of Sang Haijing, Yan Chu was directly appointed as the president of the new martial arts institute. It is said that Su Qingnuan was ordered by the late Empress Dowager Sang Haijing. . Therefore, the death of Sang Haijing may not be a good thing for Wuyuan.

However, it is precisely because the Queen Mother ca n’t wait to admit her trusted words as the new dean, so rumors that the death of the Sang Hai Jing was killed by the Queen Mother are gradually spreading.

Even if Yan Shu doesn't like security, he can't change this fact.

"Humph!"

Yan Chulan snorted: "It's hard to show off by nature,"

He left an eight-character comment and then turned away.

Wang Kaitai waved his hand at Chao An, beckoning to ignore words, and then picked his thumbs: "Great!"

The entire martial arts school, referenced by more than 700 people, was overshadowed by the five arrows of Anzheng.

Even Chang Huan, a well-disciplined proselytized disciple, had to write excellent on Anzheng's assessment form, and other examiners directly ranked Anzheng as the first.

"Here is a shot, don't be around, go to prepare, go to choose a horse!"

Chang Huan shouted, turned and walked to the high platform to sit down, his face somber.

Except for Anzheng, all the other nine candidates went to the rear stables to pick horses. Picking horses is also a kind of assessment. Among the horses, mules and stallions are mixed, and the pros and cons of the horses are also different.

Chang Huan saw that An Zheng was unmoved, and said why this person was so unique.

"Why don't you go?"

Chang Huan asked in a bad tone.

An Zheng replied: "I remember a few poems that praised our war horses like this. Yu An Jin has passed Dan Qi, and Bian Xiang Zheng Rong Mao Yi Qi. What kind of feelings Ma has for Dayan's soldiers I know very well, so for Ma I always have a very special kind of love. I do n’t want to ride a horse when it ’s not necessary. Horses were not born to be ridden by people. Horses are still a symbol of freedom. During wartime, cavalry can bring victory. Doubt. However, it ’s just a test now, I do n’t think it ’s necessary to let the horse carry the weight. ”

Chang Huan frowned slightly: "What the **** do you mean?"

An Zheng answered seriously: "I ... can't ride a horse."

Everyone was stunned, General Yingyang Wang Kaitai's mouth slowly opened, and then he laughed: "Ha ha ha ha ... You have been in the frontier, how could you not ride a horse."

An Zheng explained: "Everyone has their own contradictory things, such as mice, snakes, horses."

Wang Kaitai smiled back and forth: "I am the first to hear people say they are afraid of horses."

An Zheng's serious explanation: "I'm not afraid, it's ... conflict, distress, and respect."

Chang Huan said coldly: "It doesn't make much sense to say more. You don't know how to ride a horse, so even if you take the assessment of riding and shooting, you deserve a difference."

An Zheng had no objections and said nothing.

Chang Huan finally caught An Zheng's weakness, wrote a big difference in the assessment book, and then could not help but ridicule: "In the future you may become a soldier of Dayan, you will not ride a horse. You know what it means. ?"

An Zheng said: "It means that others have more horses to ride."

Chang Huan opened his mouth, and the words behind him were held back. Wang Kaitai sat next to him, puffing out the water he just drank.

He quietly picked his thumbs towards An Zheng: "It makes sense."

Chang Huangang was about to reprimand, and An Zheng continued: "If I'm faster than a horse and more flexible than a horse, then I don't need a horse. On the battlefield, I give the horse to a soldier who is not as strong as me. Multiplying, this is the maximum value of the existence of the war horse. Examine the adult, Dayan although there is no shortage of war horses, but it is not full, so the number of cavalry is always maintained at about 50,000. If you give the war horse to someone who does not need it Is n’t it a waste? "

Chang Huan's stomach was suffocated, and he really didn't know what to say. He could only wave his hand: "Retreat!"

Anzheng fists: "Yes."

He left the examination room and walked back, learning what Gu Chiba looked like, with his hands behind his back and the appearance of Dang Er Lang was really arrogant.

In the distance, the candidates chose their horses, and then they started to shoot fast, one by one. After they learned that Anzheng would not ride a horse, a sense of pride that I finally had stronger than Anzheng came into being, so everyone showed extra power.

Anzheng had nothing to do, squatting to watch the candidates compare.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking lonely from a distance, holding something like a box in his hand.

An Zheng's face changed, and he got up and chased.

It was Sang Rou, still wearing a plain Sang Rou.

Seeing Anzheng coming over, Sang Rou intended to speed up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Anzheng.

"What happened?"

An Zheng asked.

Sang Rouqiang smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

An Zheng looked down and found that among the boxes she held in her arms was an inkstone, a writing brush, a folding fan, and a wooden tea pot. In addition, there is a note-like thing.

"What's wrong?"

An Zheng asked again.

The tears in Sang Rou's eyes finally couldn't help but fall down, sliding down her cheek quietly. She was a girl with an extroverted and cheerful personality, but at this time she was so miserable and weak: "They ... They let me immediately clean up Grandpa's things, because that room no longer belongs to him, but belongs to the new courtyard. Long talk. When I went, my grandfather ’s relics had been left in the yard. I found these, and the others were pulled away. "

An Zheng took a deep breath and then asked, "Where did you pull it?"

Sang Rou shook his head: "I don't know, I loaded the car, and I don't know where to go."

An Zheng snorted and took Sang Rou's hand: "Follow me."

Sang Rou was overwhelmed by An Zheng, who was overwhelmed, and An Zheng walked all the way to find out. Knowing that the carriage had left the back door of the martial arts school, he chased Sang Rou all the way.

In a small alley behind the martial arts court, I saw several martial arts martial artists wrestling on the carriage, and several people were still muttering.

"This old thing is so poor, and mom doesn't even have a decent good thing."

"No, there is no other face to be the dean of the martial arts school, there is nothing valuable."

"It's all broken stuff. After a while, I just pulled it out of the city and lost it. I already knew there was nothing valuable, why stop the little girl."

"Yes, it's a **** waste of time."

Several of them turned things upside down on the carriage, clothes were thrown everywhere, and many books were still on the side.

A handyman churned out a wooden box, opened it, and found what seemed to be a precious thing in it, about a palm-sized piece. Although a layer of dust had fallen, there was still a faint glow of light. He dared not let others see it, deliberately dropped the box, and then prepared to take it away while others were not paying attention. Just about to throw the box out, the box was suddenly snatched away.

This handyman was about to scold, and when he turned around, he saw An Zheng's cold eyes.

"what……"

The handyman was startled and then backed away: "You ... what are you doing."

An Zheng handed the wooden box to Sang Rou and took a step forward: "Are these things sent to you by Dean Sang?"

The handyman was a little afraid of An Zheng. After all, An Zheng was rumored in the rumors. He dared to fight even the officials of the martial arts court, and certainly did not have any scruples about them.

"Isn't it related to you?"

He asked back, and then said to his companions: "Go, go, leave this."

A handyman urged the carriage to move forward, struggling for a stride and pulling the reins, pushing down with one arm, the horse pulling the carriage was directly pulled over and lying on the ground, the carriage suddenly Stop there.

With one hand down a horse, An Zheng's eyes were more angry: "If I guess right, even if the words are too much, it will not spoil the relics of a dead person. He must let you take these things Delivered to Dean Sang ’s house, and you think Dean Sang is dead. His son is just a scholar, useless, and has no merit, but he is a private school, so you do n’t have any worries. Pulled out privately, intending to find a valuable self to stay, the other thrown away, right? "

A handyman's face changed: "Are you ... in charge, these things have nothing to do with you."

An Zheng said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I love to do business."

He stretched out his hand and dragged the handyman off the wagon. The handyman's body fell to the ground with a thud, and Anzheng stomped on his four feet. The limbs of the handyman were all broken.

"You don't have a bottom line to ruin things of the dead, you are no longer a person."

An argued that he had scrapped a handyman, waiting for other people's reaction, and went straight to grab one by one, and then beat him up. He trapped these people on the big tree with a rope, folded a branch from the tree, and rounded it. If one is cut off, it will be replaced with a new one. A few people were scolded when they were beaten at first, then begged for mercy, and then crying and crying, and then moaning.

An Zheng beat several people completely, and more and more people were watching around.

It's not far from the martial arts school, so people from the martial arts school soon came.

Chang Huan was promoted to deputy dean after Yan Chu became the dean, and the general affairs in the martial arts are given to him. Hearing that Anzheng was hitting people behind the martial arts court, he hurried to the blaze and led a team of inspectors to the captain. Along with them came Wang Kaitai and Xu Chao.

"what are you doing!"

Chang Huan walked in front of An Zheng and stopped, shouting aloud.

An Zheng lowered the branch in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing, just save some face for Wuyuan."

"What do you mean?"

"Adult Vice President can ask these handymen, I don't know if the Vice President knows them or not."

Chang Huan looked at it. Although these people were beaten, they could not be recognized, but they were all recognized as handy servants. He looked at the carriage and the messy things around him again, and then looked at Sang Rou. In fact, he already understood that for a time his face was also tarnished.

"Bring me back these shameful things!"

Chang Huan shouted, knowing that he could not lose his face at this time: "President Dean will let you know the rules of the martial arts school!"

Several inspectors and school captains rushed up like a wolf, and twisted the few men back to the martial arts school. The people around had already been discussing, and not long ago even the government of Fang Gufu came. Seeing that it was the military's business, those bureaucrats did not move forward, asked a few words and left.

Chang Huan looked at An Zheng coldly and said, "They have broken the rules of the martial arts school, ruined the reputation of the martial arts school, and have their own martial arts schools to deal with it. You are not a student of the martial arts school. . "

An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't teach them, I just ... challenged them, and then beat them alone."

Chang Huan: "You are a practitioner, challenge a few wastes?"

An Zheng answered: "What's wrong, I just like to challenge people who are not as good as me, is there a problem?"

Chang Huan turned around: "Bring him back to me too!"

Wang Kaitai took a step forward: "Vice dean, there is something wrong with this matter. Anzheng is not a member of the martial arts school, but Anzheng has a frontier position, and this matter is under the control of the military department."

He waved his hand: "I took it away, please tell the Dean to come to the Ministry of Military Affairs."