About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

There was a noisy sound coming from outside the car curtain.

Fang Jingwu opened it and saw that there were a lot of people outside.

The fellow student beside him muttered: "Brother, with so many people here, it's more lively than the discussion among the three sects."

That's natural.

The human race and the demon race have been fighting for hundreds of years.

Although war affects economic prosperity and regional stability, it can shape national cohesion. In this case, the people of Daxia will definitely pay much more attention to the autumn hunt than the three sects' discussion of Taoism.

After all, even if there is a life-and-death struggle within the Taoist sect, it will not affect the clothing, food, housing and transportation of ordinary people.

The driver's voice came from outside.

"No, I really can't walk anymore."

Fang Jingwu sighed.

"Let's go, let's walk too."

A group of scholars got off the carriage.

Although they were Confucian scholars, they were all monks or potential monks, and their physiques were better than those of ordinary people, so it was not difficult for them to squeeze through the crowd.

In addition, there were many people in Bailu Academy, forming a "green" stream composed of people in green shirts.

Just as Fang Jingwu was fighting hard to carve out a bloody path, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and the hairs on his neck stood up.

This feeling is like being stared at by something dirty.

He turned back subconsciously,

As a result, his eyes were dazzled by a bright object. He squinted quickly and saw a bald head emerging from the crowd, smiling weirdly at him.

Fang Jingwu: ￣□￣｜｜

"Master Bu Yan."

He greeted the other party reluctantly.

Bu Yan was overjoyed. He put his hands together and said "Amitabha" to apologize to the crowd who had been pushed past him, while rushing forward.

"Donor Fang!"

"Don't...don't scream so loudly, I can hear you."

"I thought that Mr. Fang would not pay attention to me in the real world~"

The real world of God,

Fang Jingwu's forehead was covered with sweat. He looked around and found that all his fellow apprentices were looking at him. He could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"All monks are like this. They can't tell the difference between the spiritual world and the real world."

Unexpectedly, this explanation is totally unacceptable.

The fellow disciples were discussing.

"Why does Master Yan have Brother Fang in his spiritual world?"

"That's not magical enough. What's even more magical is that Master Buyan believes that Brother Fang will pay attention to him in the spiritual world, but not in the real world."

"Ah... Is this the legendary long-lasting spiritual connection?"

……

Fang Jingwu wanted to die.

He looked at Bu Yan, trying his best to keep his expression cold, his eyes not eyes, his nose not nose,

"Master Bu Yan is also here to observe the autumn hunt?"

"Of course, you know that I am very optimistic about Mr. Li."

Don't be afraid to admit it.

Fang Jingwu: “…”

So, there were two more sentences in the group:

"Two: Can you please stop saying things like 'You knew that' all the time?"

"Two: Do ​​we know each other well?"

The others in the group were stunned.

"Four: What do you mean?"

"Three: Two, are you stupid? Why are you talking so incoherently?"

"One: I just read everyone's speeches, and I don't think there was a sentence like 'you know'."

Fang Jingwu was speechless.

If you don't complain in real life, you will be criticized by your juniors;

If you don't say anything when you complain in a group, you will be complained by your groupmates.

Society is dead!

Total social death!

Unexpectedly, Buyan was very sensible and replied to him in the group:

"Five: I think it's familiar."

"Five: Ah, it's true that I'm not very familiar with the real world."

Fang Jingwu was even more speechless.

"Two: I'm glad you know we're not familiar with each other in the real world!"

Seeing the conversation between the two, everyone in the group certainly understood.

"Nine: Hehe... Looks like we've met."

"Six: Come to think of it, it seems like they already knew each other's real identities a long time ago."

"Seven: It's nice to be able to meet in real life."

In Li Qingcha's era, Fang Jingwu and Buyan were called an offline group.

Fang Jingwu complained madly in his heart,

To be honest, distance creates beauty. It’s okay for two people to brag and talk nonsense online, but they should just keep their distance offline.

He turned to the other's bald head,

"Master Buyan, what are you doing..."

No words of courtesy,

"Oh, there will be a written test in this autumn hunting, and the test will be policy questions. Buddhist disciples are good at debating scriptures, but they can't write contemporary essays. They are completely clueless about current politics and practical affairs, so I hope someone who understands this can help explain it."

As he spoke, he pointed behind him.

Only then did Fang Jingwu notice that the other party also brought a group of monks from Daxiangguo Temple.

He pondered for a moment,

"Okay, let's go together."

Chapter 482 Start a group first

Just like when the Three Sects discussed the Dao, the square around Liubukou was full of awnings.

The most luxurious of them belong to the royal family.

The autumn hunt was not only a matter of face for Daxia, but also concerned the stability of the border and the future strategy against the demon tribe, so all the princes and princesses came.

However, this time the scene was very different.

The seventh prince sat in the first seat, because he was the person in charge of this autumn hunt.

Logically, the crown prince should be behind him, but surprisingly, Princess Sirou is ahead of the crown prince.

There is no other reason——

Sirou is the commander of the Young Phoenix Camp.

Although it is only in name only, the commander-in-chief is the commander-in-chief, and this identity will not change.

After the two of them came the crown prince and other princes and princesses.

Although the Crown Prince frequently joked with his brothers and sisters, his expression would occasionally darken. He could not help but glance at the Seventh Prince who was sitting at the front with his eyes flickering.

People without much cunning might not notice it, but the Second Prince and Si Rou saw it clearly.

Sirou sighed silently.

This is how things ended up.

At this time, the Seventh Prince came over and asked in a low voice, "Sister, can your Young Phoenix Camp be established?"

Sirou glared at him.

"At a time like this, it has to work!"

"Well……"

"Besides, the instructor of the Young Phoenix Camp is Li Qingcha. Don't you know her strength? Since she took the initiative to let the Young Phoenix Camp participate in the written test, it means she has it all planned out."

The Seventh Prince did not respond.

He participated in all discussions about the written examination.

The same was true for today's morning court session. Although I didn't say much, I witnessed the entire process.

The demon tribe first used the entry of young children as a cover to make Li Qingcha focus on Bailumeng Pavilion, and then suddenly changed direction. Not only Li Qingcha, but also the Seventh Prince, Chu Zhongtian, Tao Ying, and the Emperor were caught off guard.

Therefore, it is difficult to say whether Li Qingcha's performance in the court today was bluffing or he was confident.

At this moment, Yongjia suddenly spoke,

"We will definitely win!"

The Seventh Prince chuckled.

"Why?"

"I often watch the training of the Young Phoenix Camp. They are very good. Not only are they good at formations and martial arts, but they are also good at reading. They know a lot of things that I don't know."

"You little girl..."

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~ You don’t believe it, right!?”

Yongjia made a face at the seventh prince, looking fierce.

The Seventh Prince sighed.

He had read "Han Jia Yuan Di", and the knowledge in it was profound, but in his opinion, that thing was like a technology tree that was clicked crookedly, and Yu Cewen should have no effect.

Just as I was thinking about these random things, Sirou's voice suddenly rang out: "Father is here!"

The princes stood up quickly.

I saw a sedan chair carried by twenty-four people slowly coming from the direction of the imperial city. It was covered with a veil, so only the emperor's figure could be seen but not his face.

But even a shadowy figure was enough to excite the people;

The sound of kneeling in greeting rang out like a tsunami.

"Long live your Majesty."

"Long live your Majesty."

"Long live your Majesty."

……

Amid the shouts, the sedan chair slowly stopped.

Because it is big enough, there is no need for a pergola at all. The sedan chair itself is a pergola.

Sirou looked back at the Crown Prince, then at the Second Prince.