Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty - The Dragon Dance Dean

When the bag was opened, it was no accident that it was a voiceprint.

The letter was suspended in the air, exuding a soft light: "You really did it, it's not that easy to be a Yunfu disciple. But thinking of your evildoer, it's more reasonable."

Xu Yan's voice sounded familiar and unfamiliar. After all, it was a voice that he had heard for nearly ten years, but he hadn't heard it for more than eight years... Of course, the voiceprints in the bag that he opened twice before were not counted. inside.

"Now it's time to go down the mountain. The world is far too big to be covered by a small town in the south. It is said that reading ten thousand volumes of books is worse than walking ten thousand miles. Walking is better."

"I miss you very much as a father, but if I haven't shown up yet, it means I'm still looking for your mother's trace, or I can't come back due to some reason. However, if you can go down the mountain, it probably means that you already have Have the ability to protect yourself.”

"After you go down the mountain and return to Yunfu, take some time to go back to the house in the small village next to Nancheng. Maybe then I will be there waiting for you to come back."

"Homura, we'll meet soon. Soon."

The voiceprint lost its strength and fell to the ground weakly. It was carefully folded in half by Xu Yan again, forming a small square note, which was cherished and put away, just like his father and son in this world. , cherish and re-emphasize.

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The next day, Zhou Zhong once again held the key to the lakeside hut.

Only this time, Xu Yan gave him the door key with a very meaningful look. Zhou Zhong knew it, but he didn't dare to do anything [Qingyun Pavilion]. After all, he only thought that Xu Yan and Jin Qianji would only come back for decades.

But they came back in less than four years. He probably guessed that if he was caught doing something about Qingyun Pavilion again, I'm afraid he would be punched into Qingyun first.

"Where shall we go first?" Lan Mingxin blinked, her small eyes couldn't hide her excitement. Although she once came to Nanhuangcheng all the way from Nancheng under the leadership of Jin Xing. But after all, it was on the way to be hunted down, and naturally it was impossible to have time to watch flowers along the way. So to be precise, this is Lan Mingxin's first time out, so how can he not be excited?

"Hmm? Where are we going?" Behind Lan Mingxin, Jin Xing also asked with conviction, his tone seemed indifferent, and he seemed to ask casually. But it was so abrupt among the three young people Xu Yan, Jin Qianji and Lan Mingxin.

The three of them looked at Jin Xing helplessly, but Lan Mingxin said angrily: "Uncle Jin! You said you don't have to follow me! Brother Xu and Brother Qianji will protect me!" Jin Xing almost lost his mind. He was so angry that he pointed at Xu Yan and Jin Qianji and scolded: "How can these two boys be able to protect you? Let me go."

Lan Mingxin glared at him and put on his hips: "Uncle Jin, I'm going to be angry if I do this again!"

Jin Xing felt helpless in his heart, and even sighed in his heart that it is no wonder that people often say that a grown daughter is like water thrown out, so he can only raise his hands: "Okay, okay, Uncle Jin just doesn't follow."

Then he looked gloomy again, and looked at Xu Yan and Jin Qianji as if he were dead: "I told you two boys, if Mingxin comes back with a hair missing, I will fry the two of you and tear them apart. ..."

"Uncle Jin!" Lan Ming shouted sharply.

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After Jin Xing left with one step and three turns, Lan Mingxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Xu Yan answer, "Let's go to Huihong in the west first." He looked up at the warm sunshine, but the weather was a bit cool.

"The invitation from Master Mo Zangfeng is the twelfth lunar month. Now that the end of summer and autumn is coming, after staying in Huihong City for a while, it's almost time to go to Zangfeng."

Jin Qianji naturally didn't care: "Let's go then."

Lan Mingxin shouted: "Yunfu Team! Let's go!"

Then the petite figure strode forward and walked towards the water curtain gate on the west side!

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji smiled at each other and followed her westward.

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In a huge courtyard, a middle-aged man silently crossed his knees and sat on the ground.

Among the eight courtyards in the Southern Imperial City, there is a [Dragon Dance Academy].

Being able to serve as the Eighth Great Group originally represented its strength. Because that is at least standing on top of dozens or hundreds of colleges.

But the Dragon Dance Academy was very embarrassed.

Because Yuan Renhao, the dean of the Dragon Dance Academy, died in the ruins two years ago. Yuan Renhao used to be a tyrannical leader, killed countless enemies on the **** front, and even followed the Zuo family [Molong Army] to crusade rogues everywhere. When he stepped into the Four Palaces, he joined the Dragon Dance Academy and became a teacher.

Later, he was carried forward by him, and then he became the dean.

Yuan Renhao taught by means of iron and blood, and the strength of [Dragon Dance Academy] has also risen rapidly. Like [Qingtian Academy], it has become one of the eight academies with the appearance of a dark horse. Just because Yuan Renhao's military career was too tragic, leaving many dark wounds.

As a strong man in the Fourth Palace, he did not live to be a hundred years old, which is quite rare.

And also because of his military career, he had no plans to accept any disciples.

Only a baby who survived being held in the arms of a heroine on the battlefield more than 40 years ago, and then grew up to follow him on a quest, became his adjutant, and finally followed him Join the Dragon Dance Academy—Yuan He.

Yuan Renhao never recognized Yuan He as his disciple, but since Yuan He was born, he has been inseparable with Yuan Renhao. Although they don't have any titles or titles, they seem to be in the same relationship as father and son. In the eyes of many people, after Yuan Renhao's death, Yuan He was not allowed to become the dean of the Dragon Dance Academy.

But the same thing is very embarrassing. Yuan He's strength is only in the third palace, and he is even at the beginning of the third palace, and he is far away from the fourth palace. But he is only in his 40s, and many four-level experts have not broken through the third-level even in their forties. Even Yuan Shihao only broke through the four palaces when he was in his seventies.

In this way, who can blame Yuan He?

Looking at the Eighth Academy, if any academy or family wants to gain a foothold, strength is the most solid capital. Which of the eight courtyards does not have the powerhouse of the Four Palaces or Hundred Patterns? Even like the three major academies, each of them has the powerhouse of the five palaces and the thousand lines!

When the tiger falls, Pingyang is naturally bullied by the dog.

In just two years, the number of students admitted to the Dragon Dance Academy has plummeted, and even the various resources it originally had have been plundered. It's all because the Dragon Dance Academy doesn't have the powerhouse of the Four Palaces!

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Yuan He sat on the ground with a long spear on top of his knees.

There are rare experts with useful guns in the world. After all, long guns are extremely difficult to use. Although the spear is often called the king of soldiers, in the eyes of many tattooists, it is not as strong as a big axe, as light as a long sword, as fierce as a long sword. So this year, fewer and fewer people can repair guns, and the most famous gun masters in the world are not some old-fashioned powerhouses, but Yang Tianxing, the young master of the four seasons.

It was also forgotten by many, many people. Before Yuan Renhao died, he was known as the "Gun Dragon".

Although Yuan He and Yuan Renhao did not have the title of master and apprentice, they were indeed masters and apprentices.

Even the tattooed soldiers in his hands are Yuan Renhao's relics—the third-tier top-level tattooed soldiers [Balong Spear].