At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were very close, and the two of them were very close.

"Uncle Wang, Master, Ruolin's talent is rare in a hundred years, why don't you accept him as a disciple?" Xiao Chuhe asked puzzled.

Faced with the two's refusal, Xiao Chuhe was very confused. For his brother's future, he was eager to know the answer.

Xiao Ruofeng looked up at him and sighed softly: "A seven-year-old Vajra mortal is rare even in the four cities of the world. If you meet him, you will use all your resources to cultivate him."

"But this little guy uses a sword. Even if I accept him as a disciple, I'm afraid it will only waste his talent."

"Uncle Wang is too self-deprecating. If you say that your swordsmanship is not good, I'm afraid there will be no good swordsman in the whole Tianqi." Xiao Chuhe's words are full of meaning.

Xiao Ruofeng shook his head, "That set of swordsmanship can only be taught to one person. Since I have already taught it to you, I will not teach it to the second person."

The Swordsmanship of the Splitting Country has always been a swordsmanship exclusive to emperors of all dynasties. He recognized the Yong'an King Xiao Chuhe. Since the swordsmanship has been taught, no matter how outstanding the princes are, he will not teach it.

Uncle Wang said no, Xiao Chuhe turned his eyes to the masked man, who was his master.

The head of Baixiao Hall, Ji Ruofeng.

Ji Ruofeng immediately shook his head to refuse, "I am a stick player, and you asked me to teach swordsmanship. It is better to let this little guy explore it himself, so as not to mislead the students, unless this little guy is willing to give up the sword and stick."

Xiao Ruolin hurriedly shook his head, saying that he only used the sword and had no interest in other weapons.

Seeing that neither of them had the idea of ​​accepting disciples, Xiao Chuhe was in a dilemma.

All this was seen by the two of them. In fact, it was not that the two of them could not accept disciples, but Xiao Ruolin's identity was special. Even if they wanted to, they were powerless.

Who let that little guy's father be the current emperor!

Xiao Ruofeng was even more entangled. It was not easy to persuade his brother to let Xiao Shisan learn martial arts. Letting him accept Xiao Shisan as a disciple would be tantamount to slapping his brother in the face.

But if Xiao Shisan is left alone, this talent will really be wasted.

It's all the fault of those old guys in the Imperial Observatory. Without that bullshit prophecy, the emperor wouldn't be so taboo.

Suddenly, Ji Ruofeng raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he remembered something.

Seeing that the old friend looked different, Xiao Ruofeng hurriedly said: "Ruofeng, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't hide your clumsiness. This piece of beautiful jade will be handed over to you."

Ji Ruofeng expressed deep helplessness about the prince's behavior of shirking the responsibility.

Facing the expectant eyes of the crowd, Ji Ruofeng coughed lightly and said slowly: "A few days ago, a great man came to Tianqi City. With his qualifications and status, he can be the master of this little guy."

"Oh? Tell me quickly." Xiao Ruofeng was refreshed and hurriedly urged.

"Your Highness, have you forgotten about the new master of Jixia Academy?"

"You mean..." Xiao Ruofeng understood immediately.

He did overlook this matter. Some time ago, a new master of Jixia Academy came, and this one can be said to be the youngest master of Jixia Academy in history.

Although the new master of Jixia Academy did not disclose his surname, who is Xiao Ruofeng and his friends?

Xiao Ruolin pulled the corner of his brother's clothes and asked curiously, "Brother, who are they talking about? Ruolin is confused."

Xiao Ruofeng touched his head lovingly and said with a smile, "Don't worry, with Uncle Langya and Master here, Ruolin's talent will not be wasted."

In fact, Xiao Ruolin is not worried about these things at all. He has a system and can grow steadily even without a teacher.

For him, having a teacher can only be said to be like adding wings to a tiger. Although there is an impact, it is not a big impact.

"Let's set off now without further ado." Xiao Ruofeng stood up and urged everyone.

Ji Ruofeng understood why he was so anxious, because the master of wine would not stay in Tianqi for too long. If it was too late, it would be difficult to find a good teacher for the little guy after he left.

Ji Ruofeng shook his head. It was a pity that the little guy didn't like the stick. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind taking in more apprentices.

The group soon arrived at the Jixia Academy.

The Jixia Academy covers a vast area, like a fairy palace, with buildings scattered in an orderly manner and pavilions standing tall and graceful.

All the dignitaries who study in the Jixia Academy are either the prince of Beili or the descendants of ministers in the court, or from a famous family.

Therefore, the gate of the Jixia Academy is heavily guarded, and ordinary people can't even think of entering the academy.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" A guard saw Xiao Ruofeng and others from a distance, and hurriedly greeted them and asked respectfully.

Xiao Ruofeng waved his hand, "Don't worry about us, just do your thing."

The guard respectfully

He bowed and then left.

"The academy is closed today, so I guess that gentleman is here too. Let's go in first." Xiao Chuhe reminded.

He was also a student of the Jixia Academy. Although he had finished his courses in advance, he would occasionally pick a time to listen to the teachers' lectures.

Despite this, he always ranked first in the literary examination, surpassing many students and leaving them far behind.

After passing through the main hall of the academy, there was a quiet teaching area.

Although it was a day off, there were still many students in the academy.

At this time, several young men and women gathered in a small pavilion to discuss poetry and articles, praising each other, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Two crickets chirp in the green willows, and three crickets fly up to the blue sky."

"If you want to know where to find crickets, look for the Red King in the Red King's Palace."

These young men and women are not ordinary people. Without exception, they are all from various noble families, and their family backgrounds are very deep.

However, as a scholar, knowing a few articles and poems makes you feel complacent and flatter each other, which is very cheap.

When Xiao Ruofeng and others passed by this place, their steps stopped, and their eyes swept over the group of people, revealing a trace of displeasure between their brows.

"These children of high-ranking officials were praised for their diligence at the beginning, but in the end they used articles and poems as capital to brag, and they still call themselves literati."

"Indeed." Ji Ruofeng nodded, and he also noticed this group of people.

There is no real talent, and there is nothing else to do except bragging.

However, the difference between him and Xiao Ruofeng is that because of his occupational disease, his ears are more sensitive.

He heard that this group of young talents were not fighting poems and verses, but seemed to be fighting crickets.

Passing by the pavilion, Xiao Ruolin tiptoed and saw the familiar figure in the crowd.

If he was not mistaken, he seemed to see the seventh brother.