Jiang Chao also spoke at this time: "Brother Bohu is worthy of being Jieyuan of Yingtian Mansion. Tianxin admires it very much! Every time he answers questions, Tianxin will gain something."

Jiang Chao is also the number one in the provincial examination. He didn't say anything about Tang Bohu, but he was still a little disdainful in his heart.

However, after spending time together, we can see how capable we can be at a glance when we practice questions and compositions every day.

"Buen Qian and Tianxin's two junior brothers praised it!"

Tang Bohu was no longer so arrogant at this time, at least he didn't dare to act as an air in front of Zhang Lun and his two junior brothers.

"My teacher's knowledge is unfathomable! Bohu used to be just a little skill, so he was complacent and didn't know what to say..."

Tang Bohu smiled bitterly and shook his head, whispering: "I think about it now, but my face is blushing..."

Just half of the storybook, Tang Bohu asked himself that he couldn't catch up with his mentor even if he bought a copy!

Moreover, Tang Bohu and the others said this by listening to their mentors. The three of them polished it a little, but overall they were all his things.

This is so awesome! I made a storybook in a few days and sold it for more than 1,000 taels of silver!

Zhang Lun talked to Tang Bohu and the others for a while, and then asked Butler Zhou to go down with them.

After Tang Bohu and his friends reported their home address to Mr. Zhou, they went to teach the children in the village.

Butler Zhou doesn’t care about the young master spending so much money. The second half of the book is a commission of five cents and silver per book!

Even if it is based on the sales volume of the upper part, it will be a matter of 3,000 taels.

The money in front of me is so great! Butler Zhou is so happy that he has the ability to make money from his young master, and he is still afraid of spending money!

"Dadada~Dada~" Zhang Lun didn't know what Housekeeper Zhou was thinking. He was practicing swords with Zhang Long, Zhang Meng and others now.

Zhang Long and Zhang Meng are brothers, and they have also followed the descendants of the Zhang family's veteran soldiers for generations.

So Zhang Long and Zhang Meng started practicing martial arts when they were young, and Zhang Lun's eldest father also had the idea of ​​making achievements when he was young.

So we have trained many of these personal soldiers, and the first thing we have to do is to practice martial arts.

In addition to practicing with the veteran soldiers, their abilities also require a lot of guidance from Wu Tanhua Guo You.

Since Zhang Mao recommended this Wu Tanhua, this Wu Tanhua naturally reciprocates many supporters to Zhang Mao in all aspects.

"Zong Ze, what do you think?!" Zhang Lun didn't know, when he started fighting with Zhang Long and Zhang Meng.

Emperor Hongzhi took a few Jinwu guards and watched from a distance.

Butler Zhou stood beside the emperor with his hands hanging down, trembling.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to inform his young master, it’s entirely that Long Live Master he refuses!

Butler Zhou knew this person's identity, and the dozens of guards following him stared at him like wolves and tigers.

He could not help but move at all.

"Within the two swords, the sword is like a flying dragon in the sky! The subordinates cannot plunder their sharp edge."

But beside Hongzhi, a big man with a leopard head about 1.9 meters tall, with a strong head as a bear, and a low voice like a drum.

He stood beside Emperor Hongzhi with his head down and whispered: "After two swords, if the subordinates do not die, he will die!"

Emperor Hongzhi did not speak after hearing this, but looked at the old eunuch Xiao Jing beside him.

But Xiao Jing bowed and said, "If the inner minister is in his prime, he can compete with Mr. Zhang for a victory or defeat..."

"Now the Inner Master is old, but Mr. Zhang's achievements are not as good as possible. Therefore, the Inner Master is just confident and exchanges his life for injury."

Xiao Jing is not just a eunuch, but in fact he is also a master with extremely high martial arts value.

Otherwise, how could Emperor Hongzhi resist the court officials' criticism and insist on keeping the old eunuch by his side?

When Emperor Yingzong was hunting, he told Xiao Jing: I know that you are good at writing, but I don’t know how to take a archery and horse.

Xiao Jing rode his horse and shot at the time, and he actually made three shots and three shots. Yingzong was very happy and promoted his official position to give him a rice cake pie and a heterodynamic.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded, let out a sigh of relief and asked Butler Zhou to lead the way to the Thatched Lu Study.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At this time, the outside of the straw shed was covered with snow, but the heat was steaming on his body.

Zhang Long and Zhang Meng took off their armor opposite Zhang Lun, shouting: "Mr. Master, your sword technique is getting more and more fierce."

Zhang Lun laughed and waved his hand, "It's still not possible, but it's far worse than everyone!"

It is true that Zhang Lun has experience in fighting and has the vision of future generations.

But it always has a little bit of a taste if you haven't really cut people, especially during the matchup. This situation is even more obvious.

In addition, he is still young now, and his strength and endurance are obviously not stronger than Zhang Long, Zhang Meng and others.

If you want to continue to have a slutty life, you must have a strong and strong body! This was what the brother who brought himself to teach him in his previous life.

Even if you earn money from the unblocked meeting of fifty girls, you only have the ability to do it once a night, once a three-second.

That money is useful! He puts a deer wine in Viagra, and he has to carry it on his kidney failure?! He is desperate!

Therefore, a strong body is the capital for being unrestrained!

And the Ming Dynasty has come, and the geese have left their voices and people have their names. Anyway, as the heir of the British public, no one will make trouble for me.

Then just slap!

In the previous life, Zhang Lun was not a scheming person. Those who were scheming person would not be able to do anything about the big business.

So, this life is equivalent to winning a gold medal for avoiding death! You are not slapping, when will you slap again?!

"Brush~!" Zhang Lun stood with his knife down, and the poplar wood stake as thick as a forearm in front of him was cut off in a piece!

Zhang Lun used real swords, and the style of Japanese swords.

This was the Japanese sword that was tributed by Japan during the Xianzong period, and was rewarded by Emperor Xianzong to Zhang Mao.

When Zhang Mao learned that his grandson liked to practice swords and was taking the Japanese swords, he gave the sword to his grandson.

What surprised Zhang Lun was that this turned out to be a village sword.

However, Muramasa has been passed down from generation to generation. It is true that a knife is a good knife, but it is not as outrageous as those legends.

If you have a little understanding, you will know that there are several generations of people in the village. They not only make long swords, but also short swords and guns.

Emperor Hongzhi looked through the inscriptions written by Tang Bohu and the others in thatched cottage, and the more he read them, the more shocked he became.

All of these topics are extremely tricky, but the essays you deal with can hit the point.

"If they can't pass the exam again, they will have nothing to say..."

Xiao Jing, behind Emperor Hongzhi, couldn't help but nod, and the emperor also watched it after reading it.

I have to say that this method of writing questions is too fierce.

It was at this time that Emperor Hongzhi looked out the window as if he was aware.

But Zhang Lun's figure of a young man with a bright pearl and jade squinted, standing in front of a big sheep tied with her peach blossom phoenix.

"Brush~!" The sword light flashed, and the big sheep tied to nearly half a person's height was beheaded with one knife, and its head flew out of about a foot!

The strong man in three or five quickly pressed down the big sheep that had lost his head and was still struggling. Someone took out a basin and started catching blood.

The golden warm sun spread over the boy with a dark clothes, standing proudly on the cold snow, with red lips and white teeth and smiles like spring breeze.

But the young man shook the Japanese sword in his hand casually, and the blood beads dripped from the knife. The sword was sheathed, and the blood dripped on the white snow, which was a bit dazzling.

"Remember to call the young and old people in the village to get the meat, lonely and widowed, elderly and children need to get one more."
Chapter completed!