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"Is it necessary for Murong Sheng to lie to me?" In fact, Ou Chuyang felt a little unreliable in his heart. Murong Sheng agreed was too refreshed.

Gongsun Yan explained: "Murong Sheng was not intentionally lying to you. He would definitely mention this matter in his family. But it is hard to say whether it succeeds or not."

"Do you also know about Mu Haoran being kicked out of the Murong family?" Ou Chuyang asked.

"At that time, Murong Haotian was hailed as the number one genius in Ningzhou. Although I was not old, I heard of it a little." Gongsun Yan continued: "Later, during the brothers' competition, Murong Haotian's right hand was deposed, which shocked the whole world. Everyone knows that Mu Haoran must have taken the ruthless move."

Ou Chuyang nodded. Even if he failed to practice swordsmanship in their level, he would at most be skin trauma and would never be able to directly slap a hand. Ninety percent of Mu Haoran was kicked out of the family, and he was not wronged. If he was not a legitimate child, he would probably not be so easy to drive out of the family.

Gongsun Yan continued: "At that time, Murong Ke, the head of the Murong family, was furious and removed Mu Haoran from the family tree in public, and vowed that Mu Haoran would never step into the Murong family. Think about it, can Murong Sheng settle such a serious matter with just one sentence? What's more, his father Murong Haonan has four sons, and Murong Sheng is at the end, and he is not the one who has the most hope of being listed as the heir of the family."

Ou Chuyang heard this and his heart sank. Murong Sheng lied to him for a small matter, and Mu Wanqing was wandering and helpless...

"Also, Zhao Yuanqing, the head of the Zhao family, only one son and one daughter. Even if Murong Sheng successfully married the Zhao family, he might marry into the Zhao family. In this case, even if he is half an outsider in the Murong family, he will not have any say." Gongsun Yan added another sentence, completely cutting off Ou Chuyang's thoughts.

"What, Murong Sheng dares to play with me." Ou Chuyang looked unfair.

"Of course he can understand." Gongsun Yan smiled and said, "Even if he can't help you with Mu Haoran's return to the family, you won't completely turn against him because of this matter. At most, you can be a good person and pay another one.8 million crystal stones. Wouldn't this be over? And then he will step on Qian Junxian and hold the beauty back at that time, wouldn't it be happy?"

"I think beautifully!" Ou Chuyang sneered, "If you want to play me like a fool, you have to see if you have the ability! He wants to learn my skills to deal with Qian Junxian in vain. Will I not use Qian Junxian to deal with him in reverse? Hehehe..."

Gongsun Yan seemed to understand something, "You mean..."

"That's right, you're like this..." Ou Chuyang whispered to Gongsun Yan.

"Brother Ou's plan is very good!" Gongsun Yan raised his thumb and praised, "Then I'll go now."

...

Today is two days, and it is time to refine your heart again. However, after a month of training, everyone has gradually adapted to the sound of the magical sound, no longer as feared as at the beginning, and the time of sinking into it has basically been shortened to one hour.

In early May, midsummer, the mountains are full of flowers and birds are singing. Facing the brilliant morning sunset, weaving among the green trees and red flowers, making people feel particularly refreshed.

Ou Chuyang still came to Qingyun Pavilion at his fixed time to sit and practice.

Feng Aoyu's laughter came from the mountain road, which means that everyone has basically arrived and class will start soon.

Ou Chuyang stopped practicing and looked at the mountain road. Feng Aoyu held Tang Yurong with his left hand, but followed Wen Jialiang on his right.

Have Wen Jialiang and Feng Aoyu already made the relationship so well?

No one knows Feng Aoyu's background. What is the purpose of Wen Jialiang deliberately bringing his relationship closer?

Ou Chuyang quickly put aside these problems. Feng Aoyu and him were not very close, and Wen Jialiang was hard to distinguish between him and his friends. There was no need to think about their affairs.

Meng Pingsheng flew from the bottom of the mountain with a clear light, turned around in the air, and turned into the Qingyun Pavilion.

"I've met Mr. Meng." The students stood up and bowed.

"Sit all." Meng Pingsheng waved his hand, paced back and forth in the Qingyun Pavilion, and said slowly: "It has been a month before you know it, and you are entering the country very quickly. I feel comforted. It seems that the next stage can be started."

"Mr. Meng, it's too early now. Last year it was the third month..." An old student said worriedly: "It's starting now, I'm afraid everyone can't stand it."

"This year's new quality is good, and it's a little better than in previous years, so I came up with the idea of ​​getting the course in advance." Meng Pingsheng thought, "But your concerns are not unreasonable, and the course in advance also has a considerable risk."

Meng Pingsheng thought about it and still didn't make up his mind, so he gave the decision to the students very democratically, "In advance of the course, it may increase the chance of passing the assessment. However, it may also be hurt. Whether it is in advance is up to you to decide."

When the students heard this, they immediately started to discuss enthusiastically.

"Although it may increase the chance of passing the assessment a little, if you get hurt, it will definitely delay the course. I'm afraid the gain will not be worth the cost."

"There are advantages and disadvantages. How can there be so many things at the best of both worlds?"

"I think it's better to be more secure. Hurrying and instant benefits are often counterproductive."

...

The students talked and held their own opinions, but they had no conclusion at the moment.

Gan Jinchao, who was sitting in the front, suddenly stood up and turned around and smiled coldly, "Learning the sword is a way to win in danger. Want to be safe? It is safest to go home to take care of the children."

"Brother Gan said this well. If you don't even have this courage, there is no need to stay in the Sword God Academy to embarrass you." A black-faced man like an iron tower echoed.

This black-faced man was Jiang Dingkun from the Giant Sword Sect. Ou Chuyang was deeply impressed by him, not only because he was as strong as a black bear, but also because he carried the giant sword that was almost as tall as a human on his shoulder.

After Gan Jinchao and Jiang Dingkun said this, no one spoke out again. After all, they are all famous and well-known children, and no one wants to admit defeat in public.

"Since you all have the courage to challenge, then try it." Meng Pingsheng shook his sleeves, floated onto the stone platform, took out the red sandals and guqin, and said solemnly: "Encourage the sword energy, protect the heart veins, concentrate and keep the mind tightly."

Many students looked nervous and were ready to fight according to Meng Pingsheng's instructions.

"It's ready!" Meng Pingsheng shouted, and his right hand was covered with heavy afterimages and quickly brushed across the strings.

"Crazy!" A string of golden swords suddenly resounded throughout the world!

"Puff!" More than a dozen students squirted out a mouthful of blood mist and fell to the ground.

Ou Chuyang felt an invisible giant sword suddenly slashing from the sky. Although he was not in his body, the violent impact made his eyes dark, and his blood rushed, his sword energy was disordered, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, and he almost fainted.
Chapter completed!