The Rise of Phoenixes

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The uniformity of clothing, food, housing, and transportation means that the identity of the students is not visible. The students get along more naturally and casually, but there are still rumors that some students in the college have high identities, very high, and some people ask: how high? The person being asked must shake my finger mysteriously—not to speak, not to speak.

Feng Zhiwei walked all the way, listening to Yan Huaishi's introduction to the academy all the way, listening to the familiarity, where it looked like a student who had never been able to enter, but it seemed that he had been studying in the academy for three or four years.

"How do you know so clearly?" Feng Zhiwei asked him slightly.

Yan Xiaoxiu twisted his thumb with his index finger with a smile, indicating: the silver ticket is omnipotent.

"Yan family is rich in sea, why do they have to go to drill camps around Beijing and get angry?"

"The court emphasized agriculture and restrained business, and the merchants became rich and prosperous, and they all had to rely on the local officials to breathe." Yan Huaishi looked up at the eaves of Qingming Academy, and his cynical eyes suddenly submerged a bit. "Dijing is always a place with many opportunities."

Feng Zhiwei smiled, thinking that there are many children in the family, and the next generation of the head of the family must also be fiercely competitive. This ran to Dijing, either was unbearable and exiled, or was broad-minded, realizing that Dijing Resources will compete for himself in the future. Points, deliberately came, see this Yan family kid flexible, the latter is more likely.

Lao Cangtou took them to the main courtyard, and gave them to a middle-aged scribe. The ear said a few words in the ear of the scribe. The man was slightly surprised, and then smiled and asked Feng Zhiwei to record his name resume. Feng Zhiwei had been a long time ago. I compiled a set of false resumes for myself-Wei Zhi, a farmer from Shannan Road, whose parents died, took care of his relatives in Beijing.

The man carefully asked the identity of the two entourages, and he could see that the outside of the academy was tight and tight, but he was actually very concerned about internal security. Most of the people walking around were also brisk, with martial arts, and Yan Huaishi was a whole body. Press and move, without Feng Zhiwei's account, I have compiled a set of credible rhetoric, even Gu Nanyi piggybacked.

Gu Nanyi always stood quietly next to Feng Zhiwei, his sleeves hung down, he said nothing, his eyes fell only one foot and three inches in front of him, and the wind in the hall blew him down under the veil, occasionally as delicate as white jade Chin flashed.

People who come and go look at him more and are attracted by the jade-like exquisiteness and solidification, but they immediately open their eyes at the next moment-it must be a martial arts expert, who is so mysterious and abnormal.

Only Feng Zhiwei firmly believed that it was just a lack of attention.

After registering well, receiving the badge representing the identity of the student, and walking to the backyard accommodation of the college according to the instructions of the scribe, Feng Zhiwei laughed in amazement: "All the world tells how difficult it is for Qingming Academy, now it seems It's as simple as that."

Yan Huaishi's eyes rolled, and she looked at her ghostly, and wanted to tell you to put garlic on your boy!

Feng Zhiwei just walked out a few steps, and suddenly heard a whistle of noise not far away. The people walking on all sides seemed to have received orders, and then avoided the road. Feng Zhiwei hadn't responded, and he felt a figure in front of him. Flashing, someone flew by in front of her nose, a soft cloth flicked on her face, exuding a familiar familiar smell.

Gu Nanyi's sleeves were lifted in an instant, and his fingers were handed out in a flash, but the shadow fished past Feng Zhiwei, and Feng Zhi slightly turned his head in amazement, only to see that it was a person being another. The people dragged their feet without a trace, hurricane-like twists and turns, and said hello in a mess: "Ah, I borrowed it! Ah, I didn't hit you! Ah, the storm passed, the idlers gave way!"

The idlers gave way, and every one of them shouted their hearts. Even Yan Huaishi leaped away. Only Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi stood in the silly way.

Feng Zhiwei is still thinking, hasn't the person already passed by? What else to make?

But soon she got the answer.

"Don't run..."

The steel wire's sharp throat followed closely the man's fleeing smoke, straight into the ears of the people, and then a cluster of red, green, and green flowers, six or seven women holding their sleeves, arms, and feet holding the chopping board, Huali whistled again before Feng Zhiwei.

There was a fragrant wind, Feng Zhiwei choked on the nose of the rich rouge, and Feng Zhiwei, a small brothel in the brothel, immediately recognized that it was a cheap rouge "night come incense".

"This is... what's the matter?" Feng Zhiwei saw that the group of country warbler swallowed away with the bravery of chasing the poor, and it was rare to stutter.

If it weren't for Qingming Academy, a prestigious and prestigious place, she would think that she had come to the rural vegetable market.

"Oh." The only calmness was Yan Huaishi, said happily, "Normal, you may see two or three times a day in the future, just get used to it, be late, hurry and go to dinner, finish the rest, and tomorrow you will score in the hall. Now, let’s see if we go to political history or military."

Feng Zhiwei smiled, and the three went to the canteen. Tonight, the dinner was a hand-rolling of large noodles. The large porcelain bowls were filled up. The oily and shiny braised pork was seven or eight pieces. It was not enough to add. The noodles were simple in taste, full-bodied, and full. It's the real atmosphere of the countryside. The whole hall is full of students wandering around holding a big bowl. The whole hall is filled with the sound of noodles snoring.

Yan Huaishi quickly entered the state, holding a large bowl while drinking, and did not know which table to go to to pull the relationship. There was no discomfort that the rich family should have. Feng Zhi froze for a while, and immediately began to go into the village and learn to **** noodles. While thinking about where this Qingming Academy is like a world-class academy of scholars, it is like an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Dijing.

After drinking for a while, I found the strangely quiet around me. Looking again, Gu Nanyi was sitting on the side, holding the bowl in one hand, and slightly opening the saris in one hand. He put down the bowl and looked at him, but he only looked at the bowl in front of him without realizing it.

Feng Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that didn’t make him smile—Master, do you eat it or not? Master, are you eating noodles or selling noodles?

Then I heard Gu Nanyi muttering: "One, two, three... seven!"

What seven?

"boom!"

A question mark in the bottom of my heart hasn't been answered yet. Gu Nanyi slammed the next bowl again, the soup was splashing, Feng Zhi gave a little, and the voyeurs jumped all around.

"Seven!"

Seven dollars... what seven dollars? Feng Zhiwei looked at him and kept looking down at the bowl, as if it was the meat in the bowl? She probed the past, and it was seven pieces of meat.