At the Taiyin Academy, under the gate of the Eastern Palace, Meng Yi cuts the stone as a seat.

Both him and Meng Tian took out their own swordsmanship. The former took five days and the latter took four days.

Meng Tian’s swordsmanship is the way of generals, and he practices military skills; while his swordsmanship is the way of skill, and he practices skills.

The two brothers of the Meng family sat slowly in the seat. Although they did not have the name of a master or apprentice, they had the reality of a master or apprentice, so naturally they learned some habits from Li Chunqiu.

For example, stone chairs, and some vernacular.

It is subtle, nothing more than this.

Perhaps, Chinese in future generations will sweep across the entire Central Plains again.

A gentle breeze blows.

In the noon sun, a long queue was lined up in front of the Taiyin Academy.

At this time, Meng Yi and Meng Tian sat on a stone chair, and Qin Ruishi stood in front of the Taiyin Academy.

Everyone lined up honestly and walked forward.

Gongsun Long lined up far behind the old man. He raised his head and stroked his beard while looking ahead.

People are old and have eyes that are flowers. Although they cannot see objects directly in the vicinity, they can see things in the distance more clearly.

After seeing the gate of Taiyin Academy, which is incomparable to the Zhao Palace, even Gongsun Long had to praise: Fruit Immortal!

That's all the glorious world of the East Palace Gate.

After slowly retracting his gaze, Gongsun Long lowered his head and looked at the Meng brothers who were distinguishing the talents, and couldn't help but frown.

"How do children identify their talents?"

Could it be that Mr. Chunqiu looked down on us and humiliated us as a child?

In Gongsun Long's heart, he thought a lot.

At this time, in front of the stone chair, Meng Yi looked at the butcher in front of him, shook his head and said, "You are not a person with fate, but you are talented?"

The butcher slowly pulled out an extremely thick heavy knife from behind, picked it up with one hand, and said:

"A villain is good at swords. He kills more than a hundred cattle with his sword. He is arrogant and arrogant to everyone. I wonder if this is considered a talent?"

"oh?"

When Meng Yi heard this, he fell from the seat and looked at the butcher's body shape.

The butcher has big arms and round waists, and can ride on his shoulders.

"It's interesting, give it a try!"

“How to try?”

"The sword technique of killing a cow is the technique of slaughtering Ding, and the small way; the sword technique of killing a person should be separated and dedicated to it, and you can also discuss the great way."

"You want to try the villain's sword?"

The butcher's eyes widened, and he was a little reluctant to believe it.

"please!"

After repeatedly confirming that the boy in front of him really had to try his knife, the butcher slowly lifted the knife and stepped forward.

Meng Yi stood with the butcher, like a young lion trying to challenge the lion king.

Everyone present couldn't help but sweat for him.

Gongsun Long also felt worried about it.

Meng Tian was still sitting on the stone chair. He turned his head slightly and said, "Be gentle, it is not advisable to see blood before the Academy."

"yes!"

Meng Yi nodded, then pulled out a wooden sword from the side of the stone chair.

Although Meng Yi was unintentionally, he also showed his underestimation of the butcher.

The butcher was resentful.

At this time, Meng Yi flicked the sword tip of the wooden sword and said:

"bring it on!"

The butcher tightly grasped the big knife in his hand and said:

"Young man, Mu Jian?"

"Aren't you afraid of drinking blood here?"

The butcher was already angry.

If a simple person is humiliated, he is also angry.

The anger of a man, blood splattered five steps.

There are no fewer people in the Qin Dynasty who are irritable and angrily draw their swords.

"nature!"

Meng Yi said lightly.

"good!"

The butcher didn't care whether he was an immortal's disciple at this moment. He held the big sword weighing dozens of kilograms and stood up with a heavy sword.

Meng Yi looked at the sword force, and until the thick long sword entered three feet in front of him, the long sword in his hand was like a long wind wandering dragon, gently tapping the hilt of the sword on the heavy big sword body.

The butcher, who had full energy, could not hold back his big sword at all, and the blade was directly embedded in the earth.

At this time, the wooden sword in Meng Yi's hand had already pierced the butcher's neck with the force after using the hilt of the sword.

Everything is natural.

This is Meng Yi's swordsmanship and the swordsman's technique.

"Sorry, your sword is not enough to allow you to enter the Taiyin Academy."

"Next!"

At this time, everyone valued this young man.

Being able to guard the gate for immortals is indeed not a mediocre person.

From the sun shining brightly to the dusk, it was finally time for Gongsun Long to be sagging westward.

At this time, an old man in black walked slowly with a pile of bamboo slips in his arms, took a nameplate from Meng Yi's hand, and walked into the East Palace Gate.

Gongsun Long frowned, pointed at the old man who entered the academy and asked:

"How could this old man enter the Taiyin Academy?"

"This gentleman's swordsman can naturally enter."

Meng Yi smiled faintly, neither humble nor arrogant, he was the kind of real gentleman.

Although he is less than ten years old, he has a good look.

Gongsun Long nodded and sighed:

"It is also a blessing for those who practice swords and pens for immortals."

At this time, Meng Tian asked:

"What's your name?"

"The famous master Gongsun Longye."

Meng Yi looked at Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Tian shook his head and indicated that he was not a destined person.

"If you are not a person with fate, you can only enter the Imperial Academy if you are a talented person."

At this time, Gongsun Long's disciple said angrily:

"My husband is known to all countries."

"All countries are all countries, and the Imperial College is the Imperial College, how can we summarize it?"

Meng Yi's voice was as light as clear water, without ridicule or boast.

He doesn't care what identity the person in front of him has, nor does he show off his abilities.

This is Meng Yi.

Gongsun Long stared at the boy in front of him. He had been watching it for a day today. Although most people were talking about it with him, he had to admit that this boy was indeed extraordinary.

"A ten-year-old boy can still speak of the country?"

Gongsun Long suddenly spoke.

It seems to be a question that the Montessori brothers sit here, but it seems to be just a discussion of a question.

But Meng Yi said slowly:

"A ten-year-old boy can still talk about the country, and this is a blessing for the country."
To be continued...