Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

On the first day of school, the square was full of people, and the white school uniforms rolled like clouds.

Each of the three houses occupies a corner, each recruiting new students.

On the left are four neatly arranged black wooden desks, with signboards of Confucianism class, Shushu class, Law class, and Astronomy class hanging on them.The student standing next to him is wearing a jade crown and white clothes, elegant and elegant.

The weapon racks on the right represent the swordsmanship class, military art class, and imperial archery class of Budoin.

The students of the Martial Arts Institute are dressed in school uniforms with red stripes and white backgrounds, with high ponytails, and are full of heroic spirit.

The civil and military courts are facing each other, and the competition for new students is fierce.

And Xian Academy seemed much more harmonious.

The teachers and sisters in the Lingsu class are gentle and kind, with good hands and a kind heart, holding a little white rabbit in their hands, just standing there, it becomes a scenery, deceiving many ignorant freshmen.

Jiang Zhou shuddered secretly when he thought of how they were chasing after others with a silver needle.

I feel sorry for those children who chose the Lingsu class for their senior sisters.

She walked around the admissions office of the Xian Academy for a few times, but she couldn't find the Qianji class. She wondered if she wouldn't be recruiting this year?

In her previous life, she passed the literature test, but she didn't have this trouble.

"Junior Sister!" Jiang Zhou turned his head.

Ge Shuchuan smiled at her and walked over, "Didn't you say you want to join the Art of War class, come on."

Jiang Zhou couldn't believe it. At that time, she just mentioned it casually and didn't hold out hope.

The academy is rigorous in academics, even if the status is as high as Shang Yi, she still has to be admitted in person. She doesn't believe that Ge Shuchuan can change classes at will with just a word.

Ge Shuchuan seemed to see her doubts, "The head of the school will first assess you, even if you pass, you can only come to the Martial Arts Academy to listen."

Jiang Zhou happily thought that even if she came to listen, she would be satisfied.

Anyway, she didn't want to learn anything, she just wanted to touch Shang Yi's little hand during class.

The two went to the Golden Terrace together.

The young man was dressed in a dark black coaching uniform, standing in an open space, tall and tall, meticulous.

Ge Shuchuan stepped forward and bowed, "Director, I brought her here."

Ning Changge looked Shang Yi up and down, and threw her a sword, "Let's fight first."

The long sword is heavy, and the scabbard is simple and simple. When the sword is drawn out of the sheath, the blade is like autumn water.

The sun shone, and the blade shone brightly.

Jiang Zhou caressed the long sword lightly, feeling affection, and after saluting, he said, "The younger generation is disrespectful."

The two stood ten feet apart, holding swords.

There is a layer of petals on the ground, like golden snowflakes, and the footprints of two people are printed on the snow.

Jiang Zhou took the lead with his sword.

The sword wind was cold, and the sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground flew up one after another, and the red figure flashed past, like a ghost.

Hearing only three sounds of "Zheng, Zheng, Zheng", the sweet-scented osmanthus has not yet landed, and the two have already exchanged moves.

Ge Shuchuan was terrified, the girl's skill was far beyond his imagination, if he really fought her that day, it is still unknown who would win and who would lose.

He was actually a little lucky, if he lost, wouldn't the Martial Daoist Academy lose face?

Jiang Zhou studied at the Martial Arts Academy in his previous life and learned many exquisite sword skills.But now, as a student just getting started, she naturally couldn't show these things, and the moves she used were nothing more than the simplest teasing, pointing, stabbing, and blocking.

Ge Shuchuan sighed from the side: "It's so fast!"

Being able to practice the most basic sword style so quickly is enough to show the girl's diligence.

Jiang Zhou's face remained motionless, very calm.

After holding the sword, her demeanor changed suddenly, and she removed the disguise of casual laughter and cursing, revealing the lonely and stern edge of a swordsman.

The sword in her hand is very stable, she is not confused by the numerous swordsmanship on the opposite side, and her moves are calm and unhurried, just like those days and nights in the past, she swung her sword again and again, facing Chunhua, Changhong, Qiuyue, and Feixue.

The breeze blows, sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fill the sky, the girl's figure is graceful and agile, the red dress is light, like light clouds covering the moon, like flowing wind returning to snow.

After the two exchanged [-] moves, Ning Changge's sword pointed to the ground, and suddenly flew into the distance.

He just wanted to see how extraordinary the person who was mentioned by Qu Jiuwan and Ge Shuchuan at the same time could be, not to compete for superiority.

Jiang Zhou, "Thank you for your guidance."

Ning Changge looked at her slightly softly, with undisguised admiration, "From now on, the door of Martial Arts Academy will not be closed to you."

Jiang Zhou was overjoyed, and returned the sword with both hands, "Thank you, Master!"

Ning Changge didn't take the sword, and said flatly, "I'll give it to you."

Not only Jiang Zhou was taken aback, Ge Shuchuan also called out: "Director, this..."

Ning Changge had made up his mind, "It's called Bufei Jianghe, and the message said that you came from northern Xinjiang, take it, and go back later to serve the country."

Ercao's body and name will die, and the rivers will not be abandoned forever.

Jiang Zhou stood there in a daze, somewhat unrecovered.

So you got the sword?

Give away the sword after a fight?In her previous life, why didn't she know that her head was so generous?

While dazed, Ning Changge walked into the sweet-scented osmanthus forest with his sword in his hands, his back straightened.

Ge Shuchuan congratulated: "Congratulations, sister, this is the sword that everyone in our Martial Arts Academy dreams of."

Jiang Zhou naturally knew it too, he touched the saber with a smile, and couldn't put it down.

Ge Shuchuan suppressed the sourness in his heart, "I really didn't expect the headmaster to give it to you. After all, you just came to listen. I thought... oh," he sighed, "You may be able to kill me if you hold this sword. A little trouble."

Jiang Zhou: "What?"

Ge Shuchuan: "Don't worry, I will help you." He changed the subject, "Actually, the Martial Arts Institute is not as good as you think."

"Senior brother, why did you say that?"

Ge Shuchuan said: "The reason you want to enter the Martial Arts Academy is probably to make contributions on the battlefield in the future and recover the rivers and mountains."

"It's just," he curled his lips, and there was no smile in his eyes, "how can it be so easy to become a general? Flying star general, who has only been produced in hundreds of years, also died by the river. I just When I came to the academy, I was the same age as you."

He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "In that farewell school, the brothers and sisters who were about to go to the battlefield climbed and folded sweet-scented osmanthus here, played swords and sang long songs, saying that they wanted to defend their homeland and recover rivers and mountains. A year later, 43 blood-stained jade The cards were all sent back to the academy and buried under this sweet-scented osmanthus forest."

"Next year I will also go to the battlefield." Ge Shuchuan smiled and said nothing more, "I shouldn't have said that."

He dusted off the petals on his clothes, and said goodbye: "Junior Sister, I'm leaving." When he left with a negative sword, the student of the Martial Arts Academy who always hated scholars actually recited a poem softly, "If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine It's not like that, young man You."

Jiang Zhou watched him leave. After a long time, he rubbed his ancient sword and said to the heroes of Man Lin in a low voice, "Go away, gentlemen, and Jiang He will not be abandoned."

On the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, on the banks of the long river, there were beacon fires and piles of corpses.

She was used to these scenes.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, no one understands the meaning of this sentence better than her.

Jiang Zhou stood for a silent meeting, carefully put away Jiang He, and rubbed his face.

The peach blossom eyes turned into a smiling girl, she tiptoed to pick off a sweet-scented osmanthus, shook the flower branch, and walked out of the golden platform slowly.

When she returned to the square, she bumped into Shang Yi, tossed the flower branch, and hurriedly waved: "Yun Shu!"

Shang Yi stopped and watched her approach, "Where have you been?"

In just four words, Jiang Zhou inexplicably felt a little chilled, "Where did you go, have you been looking for me?"

Shang Yi looked away, and said blankly: "No."

Jiang Zhou bent his eyes, hugged her hand, and leaned over, "Good Yun Shu, which class did you choose?"

Shang Yi struggled nonchalantly, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Zhou was not discouraged, "I can go to the Martial Arts Academy to attend, and I will skip class and sneak over to find you in the future!"

Shang Yi: "Nonsense, thinking about skipping class before you start school?"

Jiang Zhoukou was quick, and continued: "How can you learn?"

"Bah, bah, bah, I mean, how can you take the class better?"

"No, no, listen to my explanation, coaching is not as good as you!"

Shang Yi tightened her fingers under the sleeves, and after a moment of silence, she said slowly, "The coaching of the Qianji class is very good-looking."

Another beauty.

Jiang Zhou was overjoyed, "Really?" Then he wondered: "How do you know?"

Shang Yi asked, "Didn't you sign up?"

Jiang Zhou was puzzled: "Did you sign up?"

Shang Yi's expression darkened, "You didn't report for the thousand-flight flight?"

Jiang Zhou: "I haven't found a place yet." She looked at Shang Yi, her eyes sparkled like sparks, she was surprised and happy, and asked cautiously, "Yun Shu, did you sign up for the Qianji class?" She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, her heart seemed to be full of flowers, she couldn't hide her joyful look, and she couldn't believe it, she asked softly, "No way, it's for me?"

Shang Yi was a little bit annoyed, she took out her hand, and walked a few steps forward quickly.

Noticing that Jiang Zhu hadn't followed, he turned around and said the words he had thought about for a long time: "What are you thinking? Ten years ago, Jiang Xun led his troops to the north and broke the river with a halberd. Tong Beirong. The art of Qianji Yanjia has always been regarded as the last one. As the squad leader of Qianji, Lou Yiqiao only wanted to prove the art of Yanjia on the battlefield. Why did he do such a thing? I doubt it. Maybe there is something else wrong, so..."

After talking for a while, the girl on the opposite side paid no attention to it, she just smiled and rolled her eyes, and said to herself: "Could it be for me?"

Shang Yi flicked her sleeves, and replied decisively: "Of course not!"

Jiang Zhou smiled, his red lips could not help but rise, his eyes glistened, and after a long time, he said softly, "Yun Shu, your face is blushing."

Shang Yi was startled when she heard the words, and forgot to dodge when she saw the girl approaching.

The sparkling peach blossom eyes were getting closer and closer, as if filled with a pool of soft spring water, but she saw her own reflection in the clear water.

The girl reflected in Jiang Zhou's eyes had rosy cheeks, crescent eyebrows slightly frowned, and between her brows and eyes was full of spring love.

Shang Yi was stunned, unable to recognize herself for a moment.

There was a sudden warmth on the cheek.

She snapped back to her senses, took a few steps back, stared at Jiang Zhou in disbelief, her eyes widened, panting lightly.

Jiang Zhou was so complacent that he completely forgot that Shang Yi was not his Taoist partner at the moment, so he leaned over and kissed her quickly on the cheek.

When I reacted, I realized that something was wrong.

The girl was so angry that her body trembled slightly, she couldn't help panting, her eyes sparkled, as if she was about to cry because of being frivolous.

Jiang Zhou was at a loss, na na: "Don't be angry, why don't you kiss me back again?"