White Head Demon Master

　　 asked people to put up those gifts, Fang Cun himself hugged a red sandalwood and walked towards the courtyard. Winding around, he was soon led by his servant to a bookcase facing the pond. Here, he saw an old man with a green robe and elegant face, about sixty years old, smiling and greeted him. , Let Fang Cun sit down, and said: "The second son of Fang is visiting, you are welcome!"

　　 Fangcun sat very obediently, and said respectfully: "Thank you Master Zhang for the seat!"

The old man in front of him, named Zhang Shixian, is a teacher in the Baixiang Academy, who specializes in Qimen Dao. Although he is not a big figure like the four masters and the master, he does not allow anyone to look at him. Have a great say in the academy.

　　 The last time Fang Cun saw him, he called himself a "little friend"!

　　 "Well, my brother is so talented, far better than the rest of my generation, how can I be jealous of the outstanding people, it is really..."

　　 Just as Zhang Shixian sat down, he sighed with emotion on his face.

"Master Zhang Liao praised it. When my first brother was there, he often sent books to me and told me that everything about himself was taught by the masters of the Baixiang Academy, especially Master Zhang, who has a wonderful array of skills and exquisite skills. I have benefited a lot. Even if I entered the palace and entered the palace later, facing the demon of Jiuyou Mountain, facing the evil creatures of Nanwuze, I always rely on defending the enemy, otherwise I am afraid that I will not have survived those hardships. Up!"

　　 Fangcun has a serious face, even more emotional than Zhang Shixian.

　　 Zhang Shixian's old face blushed, but he couldn't hide his excitement, hehe smiled and said: "Over reputation, too much reputation..."

　　 I thought to myself: I can add this sentence to my practice biography in the future...

　　 Fangcun directly smiled and said: "Don’t hide from Master Zhang, my nephew also wants to enter the academy and follow the gentlemen to study..."

　　 "Into the academy?"

Zhang Shixian was still wondering what Fang Cun’s intention was. He was a little strange when he heard the words. He twisted his beard, and muttered: "Brother Ling is a cultivator. The qualifications of the second son of Fang will certainly not be bad. It's what we couldn't ask for, but it's just a year before the gate of the academy opens. Isn't it too early to talk about this now?"

　　 Fangcun said hurriedly, "This is exactly where my nephew asked him. If you want to enter the college, you don't have to wait until the gate opens, right?"

　　 "You mean... after the mountain?"

　　 Zhang Shixian was slightly startled, and suddenly understood.

　　 "There have been many precedents for those admitted to the Houshan hospital. Brother Ling also rushed through the Houshan..."

Zhang Shixian groaned, looking suspiciously at Fang Cun, and said: "It's just that the strange formations in the back mountains are changing, and the evil beasts' souls are very dangerous. Even if it is the cultivation base of the cultivation of the gods, it may not be safe to pass through. Fang Second son... Are you sure?"

　　 Upon hearing this, Fang Cun smiled: "Then I am definitely gone!"

　　 "Surely not?"

　　 Zhang Shixian looked at the magnanimous square inch, but he was a little bit dumbfounded.

　　I don’t have this ability, why are you coming over and telling me this?

Now it’s different from the past. Just go ahead for ten and a half months. If you come to me, it’s because of your brother’s face. It’s just one sentence to want to enter the academy, but now your brother is gone. The condolences from the palace, coming so late, inevitably make people have a lot of guesses. Before the situation above is clear, how can anyone dare to have too much contact with your Fang family...

　　 Now that the old man can see you, that's all because that Xuelong pill is too precious...no, because of nostalgia!

　　 But this old love, it’s worth sitting down now and laughing and talking a few words, I want to say something else...

His face became interesting for a while, and Fang Cun’s smile became more and more cordial: "Master Zhang is the first Dao master in Liuhu City. With your old guidance, let alone the back mountain of the academy, it is the Jiuyou Mountain. My nephew can go to him a few times, so what are you afraid of?"

　　 Zhang Shixian smiled faintly, and knuckles on the case: "Second son is absurd, the old man dare not be!"

　　 The mountain behind the academy is a dangerous place and a blessed place.

It looks like it is for those who suffer from no way to enter the academy, but still yearn for morale improvement. As long as they can cross the back mountain, they can break the rules to become academy disciples regardless of their background. This rule was originally the first emperor to win over. Talents are the rules set by Fang, but in fact, the rules are set by people. Since the establishment of the Houshan in Baixiang Academy, there are quite a few disciples who have started from the Houshan, but how many really have no way. People, it’s hard to say...

　　 How many people without background and wealth want to enter the academy, but in the end they all become the dead bones of the back mountain.

Almost all those who can pass through the back mountain have been trained since childhood and have a solid foundation. People enter the academy from the back mountain, not because the front door can’t enter, but because it’s easier to enter the academy from the back mountain. Make a name for it!

　　 Today’s square inch is no better than before. I want to enter the academy from the back mountain. It’s really...

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　　 Looking at Zhang Shixian's expression, Fang Cun couldn't help but sigh softly.

If in the past, he wanted to enter the academy, Zhang Shixian would take the initiative to help run and run, but now, the rejection is almost written on his face, thinking about it this way, I want to ask him to help him in. The academy can't do it, so how can it take advantage of the situation to shock the old dynasty?

　　 How to prevent the twelve-linked dock from falling into the hands of the old court?

　　 Simple!

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　　 "My nephew has forgotten one thing..."

　　 After a light sigh, Fang Cun suddenly laughed.

While laughing, he gently pushed the box in his arms to Zhang Shixian’s face, and said with a smile: "My brother once told me that I was born in the White Chamber College, and I received great kindness from the masters, but he never gave back. I have a guilty heart. When he passed away, he always wanted his wish, so today my little nephew brought a small gift, and hoped to give it to the college in the name of my brother, and thank my brother for his kindness..."

"Ok?"

　　 This is inexplicable, Zhang Shixian frowned slightly and slowly opened the box.

　　Swiss, his face suddenly changed, he glanced carefully, and asked Fangcun anxiously: "This is?"

　　 "The business deeds, land deeds, and the account books of the businesses of all parties, the exchanges of business names..."

　　 Fang Cun smiled and said, "From today onwards, Twelve Lianhuanwu belongs to the Academy!"

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　　 Zhang Shixian stared at the contract in the box, his breathing became a little heavy, and he stared for a while.

　　 smiled thicker on the square inch of the face, picked up the tea, and drank it loosely.

　　 After a long while, Zhang Shixian slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Cun: "In that case, just give it to the college, why should I pass it on?"

　　 Fangcun put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "Since Master Zhang is so kind to his brother, my nephew can trust Master Zhang even more!"

Zhang Shixian's face became more gloomy, but after a while, it suddenly became clear again, and after a while, there was a smile on his face, and finally he even laughed directly, pointing Fangcun said: "You, you, you are so good, so you are so good, everyone says you are worse than Ling brother, in my opinion, you are really worse than you..."

　　 "Fine!"

　　 He slowly closed the box, and said, "When do you want to go to the back mountain?"

　　 Fang Cun hurriedly got up, gave a deep bow, and said, "What do you know, my nephew, please also ask Master Zhang for advice!"

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　　 "My first grade Xuelong Wan?"

　　 "Back to the master, the second son took it to give a gift..."

　　 "My ruby ​​lion carving?"

　　 "Back to the master, the second son took it to give a gift..."

　　 "My collection of 300-year-old pear blossom aging?"

　　 "Back to the master, two......"

　　 "That's not the second son, it's a prodigal son, see if I don't kill him..."

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

When Fang Cun returned to the mansion, he saw Master Fang holding a broom in his hand, turning around the yard to beat people, thinking that this was who made his father angry, so he copied both hands and put his head behind him. Said: "Father, who are you going to hit today?"

　　 Old man Fang was taken aback. He turned around and saw his second son. He hurriedly collected the broom: "My son, have you eaten yet?"

　　 "I went out early in the morning, but I missed it!"

　　 "Then go to the hall, your mother cooked Sydney gum for you..."

In the inner hall, Fang Cun had a great appetite. He drank two bowls of Sydney gum, ate three more buns, and asked the cook to cut a plate of braised beef. The two old men and his wife sat opposite him and watched. Now, my brother has been buried and the funeral has come to an end, but the sadness has obviously not dissipated so quickly. The two of them did not wipe their tears at this time, but the haggardness in their eyes became more intense.

　　 "My son, I have discussed with your mother, our Fang family doesn't want to cause trouble, the twelve series..."

　　 Old man Fang watched Fang Cun ate his fill, only then expected Ai Ai to speak.

　　 The words still haven't finished, Fang Cun took a bun in his mouth and said: "I have given it away!"

"What?"

　　 The old man Fang was dumbfounded, and he stood up with a loud voice: "Do you know how big the twelve-linked dock is..."

　　 "I know!"

　　 Without raising his head, he said, "I helped our family earn more than 100,000 taels of silver last year. I think it will be better in the future..."

"you you you……"

　　 Old man Fang finally couldn't help his anger, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com called to the left and right: "I'm the broom, bring it to me..."

After looking for a circle, the servants were hiding from him. The little maid who was cleaning quietly hid the broom behind her. Old man Fang became anxious: "I'm discussing important matters with you. You will give it away first. I will not fight. You, I want to lock you up, don't you want to go out..."

　　 "Good boy, what are you doing with him?"

　　 Mrs. Fang wept and complained: "I'm the only child, you want to be so mean to him..."

"I……"

　　 Old man Fang was stunned, muttering speechless.

　　 There is a deep sadness on his face, and more worry, these twelve series of docks, why are they so...

　　 "By the way, tomorrow morning, I will go to the back mountain of the academy!"

　　 Fangcun pulled one side of the little maid’s sleeve, wiped his mouth, and said without raising his head.

"What?"

　　 Father Fang and his wife were stunned at the same time, and looked up at him stupidly.

　　 "Cross the mountain behind the academy!"

Fang Cun explained earnestly: "There is no time to go to the academy to open the gate, but I am anxious to become a disciple of the academy, so I can only go to the back mountain. Fortunately, the back mountain is more beautiful, but I can be here. The people in the city showed their faces. Now our Fang family is in troubled times. I don't know how many people are staring at them with bad water. I also take this opportunity to shock them..."

　　 "Master..."

　　The words still haven't settled. Madam Fang has already stood up against the table and pointed at Fang Cun: "Lock him up, no, tie him up, break his leg and tie him up!"

　　 Without her order, Master Fang has already jumped up to find the rope.

　　 "As a dead boy, when the back mountain of this college is the back mountain of your house?"

　　 "You want to lose your life, I don't want to lose another son..."