Fantasy: The teacher’s martial soul turned out to be a green caterpillar

Yang Xing looked at the beautiful woman standing at the door, and he didn’t need to think about it to know what place it was.

He looked at Xiong Wu with some surprise, he did not expect that Teacher Xiong Wu, who usually looked honest and serious, would come to such a place.

“Don’t get me wrong, I just want to ask you out for a break. After all, after January, it will be a duel between you and Hou Liangjie.

I look good at you, so I don’t want to see you leave Ziyang Academy when the time comes, and I can analyze Hou Liangjie with you later. Xiong Wu looked at Yang Xing and said.

Then, he took Yang Xing into this Chunyan Building with a familiar car, found a seat on the third floor, and did not have a beauty to accompany him for the time being.

“You’ve never been to a place like this before, have you?” Xiong Wu asked.

“No, just heard about it.” Yang Xing shook his head, even if Yang Xing wanted to come before, he didn’t have so much money.

It is said that here, if you pick a random girl, it will cost dozens of gold coins for a meal.

As for the overnight stay, that’s even more incredible.

“Although we are teachers, we also have our own private lives. You are not married, and you should usually come to this kind of place to play.

In fact, those who are many strong people often come to this kind of place. Coming to a place like this is not just about doing that kind of thing. Xiong Wu patted Yang Xing’s shoulder and said.

Yang Xing scanned the surroundings.

He found that this Chunyan Building was different from the Qinglou he imagined, and there was no feeling of black smoke and miasma.

On the contrary, it is very elegant and quiet.

The most important thing is to see the golden characters engraved on several pillars, which actually made Yang Xing have a feeling of returning to ancient China.

Looking at those who come here to have fun, without exception, they are all dignitaries or cultivators.

Among them, there are many souls, there are soul master realms, and even great soul master realms.

“See those poems?” Don’t think it’s useless. In fact, whether it is a soul or a warrior, it is very important to cultivate the mind.

This is even more important among you souls. Therefore, when some strong people have their leisure, they will come here to cultivate their state of mind, do poetry and the like. Xiong Wu lifted his glass and took a sip of it.

Yang Xing was a little surprised, he didn’t expect that there was such a thing in this other world.

Sure enough, Yang Xing before him, his worldview was still too narrow.

It is estimated that there is only one acre and three points of land of Ziyang College.

Yang Xing looked at the poems on those pillars, and after a few glances, he shook his head with a chuckle.

I am from Huaxia, and compared with the tens of millions of poetry masterpieces in Huaxia, these poems are really nothing.

“The poems on those pillars were casually written by people here?” Yang Xing asked.

“Of course not! Seeing the poem on the pillar in the middle, it was written by a major figure in our Northern Yan Country, Wuhou Realm! Xiong Wu said with a thumbs up.

Yang Xing couldn’t help but smile, sure enough, this aspect of the world is still weaker than Huaxia.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you about the Hou Liang Festival. How much do you know about Hou Liang Festival? Xiong Wu put down his glass.

Yang Xing shook his head.

“Hou Liang Festival, has been rated as the top ten tutors of Ziyang College for two consecutive terms. It is now the fifth stage of the Great Soul Master, and the martial soul is a black tiger of the intermediate level of the Xuan Rank. At the same time, he also practiced some melee skills, which may be related to his family’s major in martial arts. ”

Next, Xiong Wu told Yang Xing about the Hou Liang Festival and the battle before the Hou Liang Festival.

Chatted for about two hours.

Suddenly the sound of the golden bell sounded in the building.

Almost everyone dropped what they were doing at this time.

“Oops, almost forgot! Today is the monthly Flower Day of Chunyanlou Huawei. Xiong Wu suddenly clapped his hands and said.

“Flower Queen’s Day? What day? Yang Xing asked.

“Chunyan Louhuakui is the number one beauty in Northern Yan City, of course, there may be some moisture in it, after all, who will compare their own Miss Qianjin with Yihuakui.

But this posture is definitely not bad, and she is also a versatile woman. The rules of Chunyan Lou are that on one day of the month, the flower will attend, and then a competition will be set.

Whoever wins, he can let the flower master accompany him, admire the flowers and listen to the moon, all afternoon! Xiong Wu said, his eyes showing a yearning look.

Sure enough, this guy is a stuffy monster.

“Just accompany these?” Yang Xing’s words were ambiguous.

Xiong Wu also understood what Yang Xing meant: “The flower master of Chunyan Lou does not sell his art. After all, after cultivating for so long, if you sell your body, the value will be much worse than before. ”

Yang Xing understands this meaning, what you can’t get is always the best.

“But even so, I usually want to ask this flower to taste tea, let alone an afternoon, a simmering incense time will be counted in thousands of dollars!” Xiong Wu shook his head with emotion.

This amount is not the consumption of ordinary people.

“Oh my God, look who’s coming!”

“I didn’t expect that today’s Hua Kui Day would even alarm this person.”

“When did this return to Northern Yan City, could it be that the war in the south has subsided?”

At this time, there was a sound of discussion around.

Yang Xing looked at the first floor, it was a middle-aged man dressed in black cloth clothes with a sword hanging from his waist, who looked to be in his thirties.

This person was followed by three or five attendants, each of whom carried a murderous aura.

“Who is this person?” Yang Xing could see from Xiong Wu’s admiring eyes that he also knew this person.

“You don’t even know him? He is the Yanbei Hou of the Yanbei Fortress, guarding the southern gateway for the Northern Yan Kingdom for more than ten years! He is one of the great generals of our Northern Yan Country! Xiong Wu said with admiration.

“Yanbei will come to this kind of place?” Yang Xing was a little surprised.

“Remember what I told you before, he mentioned the poem on that pillar. However, at that time, he was in the Soul Waiting Realm, and now he doesn’t know, and some people rumor that he had broken through to the Soul King Realm in Yanbei Fortress half a year ago.

However, after that, he never fought with anyone, and the royal court did not give him a title, so it is a mystery. “Xiong Wudao.

Tick tock

At this time, the music of Chunyan Tower sounded.

In the corner of the first floor, a group of flowery women walked out and paved a way with flowers.

Then a woman wearing a light gauze skirt and a veil walked out, went straight to the middle platform, and sat down in front of a piano that had been arranged, as quiet as a virgin.

“Today is our Yan’er girl’s flower queen day, I don’t know which prince can enjoy the flowers and play the piano with Yan’er girl today.” A middle-aged woman walked up to Taichung, apparently as the person in charge.

“It’s still the old rule, write poems on the spot. The poems he composed are considered good if they can make the Yan’er girl touch the piano. Finally, choose one of the best works. ”

As the principal spoke, the audience was already noisy.

“Hurry up and get started!”

“I’ve been waiting for a month, and this time the poetry I thought hard about will definitely make Miss Yan’er move!”

“At your level, I think it’s better to go home and continue to practice.”

“Forget it this time, Yanbei is here, we don’t have this opportunity.”

Yang Xing on the third floor squinted at the Hua Kui below, and his eyes changed slightly.

This woman… He knows.

Although I had never seen the face, that look was definitely the female assassin last night.

[System task: If you can accept Chunyanlou Huakui as a student, reward: five stages of soul power].