Chapter 1757: Three hundred thirty five

Chapter 1757 Chapter 335: Public Sacrifice
The students in the back mountain are still busy searching for their true spirit, like a fly in a glass bottle, fearlessly ramming in any direction with light, slamming against the wall and shaking their heads, waiting I had to have a clear sight, and hit another light source like I never remembered the pain.
But even if these inner disciples were so ruthless and diligent, they couldn't change the reality that their progress was constantly lagging behind.
At this time, Yang Fan realized that he should take the initiative to do something.
As the first warrior who found the true spirit and left his name on the pavilion in the back mountain, he didn't think it was so difficult to find the true spirit.
So after that, he devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship.
The "Supreme Swordsmanship of the Heavens" obtained from the Xu family is extensive and profound, and it has a fatal attraction for young people who love swords like crazy.
Flipping through the sword canon a few feet thick, as if talking to those boundless and powerful swordsmen of the Xu family, this kind of experience was so mysterious that Yang Fan even entered a state of selfless cultivation.
When he came back to his senses, there were already dozens of surnames carved with vitality above the pavilion, and most of them had the same surname.
This made Yang Fan a little curious, so he stopped his cultivation and began to observe why the Tang disciples could surpass the inner disciples.
And soon, he discovered the clues.
Although the disciples of the Tang family went out of the same school, they could see traces of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, and the exercises they practiced are very mixed. In addition to the Gengjin exercises in the root vein, there are also kendo, shudao, and side-door tricks. The martial artists who gathered in the north and south.
But such a complicated source of martial arts did not hinder them from finding the true spirit, and Geinda's selfless guidance.
And looking back at the group of disciples who stepped on the cloud ladder to worship into the inner courtyard, the lonely and assiduous figure, it seemed to be a bit sad.
So Yang Fan found the disciples who had been engraving his name on the pavilion, and then kept walking around the Tang family to preach, hoping to persuade them to follow the same method to help the other side disciple who couldn't do anything.
Regarding the first brother of the inner courtyard who engraved his name, the disciples of the Tang family all respected, but he seemed a little hesitant to the other party's request.
Tang's disciples headed by Tang Tianyu suggested that if the disciples of the inner courtyard who were cashiers at the time were willing to apologize to the Tang disciples, they might be able to let them come and listen.
Yang Fan brought the attitude of the Tang family back to his side, and explained the attitude of the disciples of the Tang family. Most of the disciples in the inner courtyard did not even hesitate. They ran to the side of the Tang family, bowed, and I apologized, and then I stood aside honestly, listening to the lessons discussed in the small circle.
Sometimes they nodded, sometimes pondered, and more often moved between different discussion circles.
Sometimes I lower my head to think and bump into a disciple of the Tang family, and never respond to the cold sarcasm. Instead, he rushes to the next small circle with a smiling face, humble and distressed.
The disciples of the aristocratic family will never understand the desire of the wandering warriors to improve martial arts.
What counts as face, don't say just apologize in person, but as long as the other party can let them know how to find the true spirit, it does not hurt to kneel and kowtow.
Dignity and glory have always been only those high-ranking disciples of aristocratic families who can only afford to play a game that can only be played by the true school. For these inner sect young people, exhausting everything and passing the first lesson assigned by the dean is the most important thing. .
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"These kids are so lucky."
This is the first sentence of Tang's trust Zong Zheng Tang Kuan came to the top dean's room.
After the former Zongzheng Tang ancestor died in the battle of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Kuan, who served as the head of Beishan College, rebuilt the Tang ancestral hall and clan in Xiling, and led tens of thousands of people from Beishan to Xiling.
He is now a mainstay of the Tang family, deeply loved by the people, and this time he came to Wushuang Academy to meet with Tang Luo and ask him about something he couldn't understand.
"It's just that, if you have the intention of broadly recruiting disciples, why not choose from Tang's disciples first. Now in Xiling City, there is a cultivation base, and there are more than 20,000 people between the ages of 18 and 30."
Leaning on the window and looking at the inner courtyard disciples in Houshan who are mixing with the Tang disciples, Tang Kuan sighed: "From the back of the family, the teacher is still the strength of his own."
"Shan Chang thought that Tang Luo opened the Wushuang inner courtyard and only recruited disciples to strengthen his power?"
Although the person in front of him is Zongzheng at this time, Tang Luo still uses the old name, and his words are very close.
"The old man can't figure this out either."
Tang Kuan turned his head and looked at Tang Luo, the battle body of the king of martial arts in the world, with natural mystery everywhere. Seeing this Tang family's most outstanding junior junior in a thousand years, his eyes were full of puzzlement: "If not, why bother you Open the court and accept so many disciples with foreign surnames."
"Because Nishiga is too young, and I want too much, too far."
Tang Luo walked to the bed and stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Kuan, overlooking the small shadow moving like ants in the back mountain, and said quietly, "If we only focus on the development of my Tang clan, we will never get there in our lifetime. of."
"Can it be achieved by relying on these foreign surnames?"
Tang Kuan obviously had a different view of this statement: "If you are not of my own clan, you will eventually have different intentions. If you need help, all the children in the clan can be brought to the back mountain."
"A stall as big as Xiling has to be handled by the mountain leader, no one can do it."
Tang Luo smiled and waved his hand and thanked him for his kind words: "Besides, this is just a small experiment. I just want to know if Nishiga's perception of the world will change dramatically, will they become different. People who are somewhat similar to those in my memory"
The second half of the sentence was extremely light, and even Tang Kuan did not listen to Tang Kuan, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"
"It's nothing."
Tang Luo smiled and waved his hand, leaning his upper body out of the window slightly, letting the cold wind blow on his face, as if immersed in the coolness.
Seeing Tang Luo's appearance, Tang Kuan knew that he could not persuade him, so he spoke again: "Now we have rebuilt the Tang family's ancestral hall and ancestral home on the outskirts of Beicheng. In Jieshi, all the adult members of the Tang clan will worship the elders and relatives who died in the sect. Although your identity is inconvenient to be exposed now, I still hope you can attend that day."
"Do you regard the dragon's head up as the day of the Tang family's public sacrifice? It's a moral."
Tang Luo, who squinted to enjoy the cold wind, replied: "Jesi must be on time at the dojo. It is also time for the Tang family to return to Xihe."
"It's not just about participating."
Tang Kuan reminded in a deep voice: "Nowadays, nearly 90% of the disciples of the Tang family gathered in Xiling, especially on the day of the public sacrifice."
"Shanchang rest assured."
Tang Luo turned his head, with a reassuring smile on his face: "The sky is falling, I will hold it back."
(End of this chapter)