"Is there anyone at this location?"

A female disciple walked to the right of Long Qingchen and asked timidly.

"No one."

Long Qingchen looked at her strangely, and had a little impression of this female disciple, named Zhao Xiaolu.

On the one hand, because Zhao Xiaolu is beautiful and has a good appearance of 9.3 points. Among the many beautiful disciples in the No. 3 martial arts lecture hall, it is second only to Jiang Xiner with full score, Hua Yuyan with 9.8 points, and Mu Qingxue with 9.5 points, he is a good-looking controller, so he has paid attention to Zhao Xiaolu...

On the other hand, it is because Zhao Xiaolu is a bit "different", and other beautiful disciples wear precious jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc. However, they never find a piece of jewelry on Zhao Xiaolu. It may be because of the poor family background, they are a little inferior, have almost no friends, and often sit alone in the corner.

What made him wonder was why Zhao Xiaolu suddenly sat next to him?

"Thanks."

Zhao Xiaolu said softly, she hunched down and took out the pen, ink, paper and ink from the cloth bag. She seemed a little panicked, and the ink spilled out a little.

Mu Qingxue poked Long Qingchen with her elbow and rolled her eyes, "Do you fall in love with her when you look straight at her like this?"

Zhao Xiaoliu turned red, lowered her head slightly, stretched out her fair little hand, and began to grind the ink.

"What is straight hook?"

Long Qingchen corrected, "I just took a look at it twelve times."

He just wanted to ease the atmosphere, but unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Zhao Xiaoliu's face turned redder, and it turned red to his neck.

"You can say it out loud."

Mu Qingxue said angrily, "I asked myself that she is not bad either, why have I never seen you take a look at me?"

Long Qingchen turned to look at her and quietly stopped talking.

Maybe he was feeling irritated by his eyes. Mu Qingxue reached out to wipe goosebumps on her arm, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Long Qingchen still looked at her, "I see your face as a husband-rewarding appearance, so I'm not interested in you."

"Looking for death!" Mu Qingxue was angry, stretched out her fist and hammered it on his shoulder.

Just as the two were flirting, the old Shangshu came, walked towards the preaching platform tremblingly, sat cross-legged, and started talking without saying much nonsense. When they talked about the mysterious place, they even shook their heads, like an old master.

Long Qingchen sat upright, listened carefully, and took notes when he encountered something he didn't understand.

"Senior Brother Qingchen, you wrote your notes incorrectly. Compressing your spiritual power can enhance your power. You wrote it as Yasuo..."

Zhao Xiaolu took a look at Long Qingchen's notes intentionally or unintentionally and pointed out the error in a low voice.

Long Qingchen didn't care, "It's okay, just be able to understand it yourself."

"Oh." Zhao Xiaolu couldn't say anything more.

Since he came to the outside world, Long Qingchen took many notes at Lingwu Academy and Daqian Royal Academy and stored them in the space ring. He planned to pass them on to his son or disciples as a "family heirloom treasure".

"I have the Xuanbing Martial Vein, why do I feel cold all over and even my whole body is frozen?"

"Because your meridians are damaged, the Xuanbing spiritual power seeps into your flesh and blood from the meridians, which will happen. This is a very dangerous phenomenon. You should pay attention. It is best to stop practicing recently and take pills to repair the meridians to make up for the broken meridians."

"I understand, thank you for your tutor!"

"Although the martial arts I practice are very powerful, I often cannot hit the enemy. How can I increase the hit?"

"There is no shortcut to improve your hit, so I can only practice more, I will give you some suggestions."

"First point, don't always practice martial arts in the martial arts field. The target in the martial arts field moves in a straight line, and the enemy will turn. Therefore, you should engage in more practical combat, compete with others, and fight with ferocious birds and beasts, which are all good choices."

"The second point is that you have to learn to predict, that is, the direction and position of the enemy about to move."

"The third point is that you can practice martial arts that are easy to hit first. Don't pursue power too much. No matter how powerful it is, if you can't hit the enemy, what's the use?"

"Fourth point, you can enhance your sensitivity and lock the enemy's breath with sensitivity, so that martial arts can track the enemy, and no matter how the enemy dodges, you can hit it. This is the best way, and of course, the most difficult way."

"I understand, thank you for your tutor!"...

When it came to the questioning session, the disciples asked questions enthusiastically. The old Shangshu's cultivation knowledge was very profound and he almost answered questions.

A male disciple asked a strange question, why do he keep farting while practicing, which made the disciples laugh and push the atmosphere to the top.

The old Shangshu did not laugh and answered very seriously. This was because spiritual power penetrated into the valley, causing the airflow in the valley to expand.

After "subsidy", Long Qingchen was about to pack up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but Zhao Xiaolu said that there were some things he didn't understand and wanted to ask him for advice.

"Junior Sister Xiao Lu, do you have something to do? Just tell me if you have something to do."

Long Qingchen looked at her strangely. Just now, Zhao Xiaolu didn't ask a question during the questioning session, but now she came to ask him, obviously, a bit abnormal.

Zhao Xiaolu hesitated.

"I'll leave if I don't say it."

Long Qingchen was a little helpless and wanted to leave.

Zhao Xiaolu was anxious and knelt on the ground suddenly.

Long Qingchen was stunned for a moment and quickly helped her up, "Get up, what are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoluli's eyes flushed and tears fog rose, "The fourth young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion fell in love with me and wanted to marry me as a concubine. I don't want to marry him, but he said he would arrest my family if he didn't agree. I really had no choice. Therefore, I wanted to ask Senior Brother Qingchen for help. The entire imperial capital knew that only Senior Brother Qingchen was not afraid of the powerful."

When Long Qingchen heard this, he was furious and furious, "It's outrageous. He did what I wanted to do!"

Zhao Xiaolu was stunned and looked at him blankly. What he wanted to do?...

Long Qingchen patted her slender shoulders lightly, "Don't be afraid, where is he? Take me to find him."

Zhao Xiaolu had a strange look and her face turned red, "He is also a disciple of Daqian Royal Academy, and is in the No. 4 Martial Arts Hall."

"It turns out that I am in the same martial arts lecture hall as Wan'er."

Long Qingchen's eyes turned cold, "Let's go, go to have a meal first. After the meal, we will go directly to the Fourth Martial Arts Hall to find him. I want to break his fifth leg."

Zhao Xiaolu's face was confused, like a puppet, followed him to the cafeteria.

After dinner, he took Zhao Xiaolu directly to the No. 4 martial arts lecture hall.

"That's the fourth son of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Zhao Xiaolu looked at a young disciple and her body trembled, as if she was a little afraid.
Chapter completed!