Brother, Stop Doing It, You Are A Villain!

Twelve years later, Dongzhou, Qinglan City.

Qinglan City is located in the northeast of Dongzhou, with a population of only 80,000 to 90,000, but it is the largest city within 300 miles of Fang Yuan. This place can be regarded as a veritable backcountry, sparsely populated on weekdays, and people's lives are also flat, with almost no waves.

But today, Qinglan City is extremely lively.

Not far from the south of the city lord's mansion, there is a ring with a length and width of thirty feet. At this moment in the arena, two teenagers were fighting fiercely with bare hands.

Both of them looked about 15 or 16 years old, but one of them was obviously wearing more expensive clothes than the other, obviously coming from a rich family. The other person was dressed in coarse linen and had dark skin. At first glance, he looked like he had just walked out of the crops in the field.

Under the arena, there were a group of ordinary people who kept shouting and waving their arms. What they shouted was surprisingly similar:

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him, and the certificate will be yours!"

"Meng Young Master, I bet a full twenty taels of silver on you! You must not lose!"

"Boy surnamed Ling, let's throw in the towel! Where are you against Young Master Meng? Where is the Cultivation Academy in Wuling City where a person like you should go?"

"Go down! Go down!"

The Young Master, known as "Meng Young Master", said provocatively to the other party: "Did you hear what the people below said? Ling Tian, ​​you say you, why are you still here if you don't quickly admit defeat? Could it be true that you If you stick to it, a miracle will happen, right?"

On the opposite side, Ling Tian, ​​a young man in coarse sackcloth, turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the crowd. He stared at the other party, and said coldly: "Meng Fanqiu, it's still unknown who will win the battle! As long as I'm still standing here, I won't lose!"

"Tsk tsk!" Meng Fanqiu glanced at the blood stains on his body, then at his slightly pale face, and sighed slightly, "Ling Tian, ​​oh Ling Tian, ​​the result is the same anyway, why don't you just admit defeat?" ? You have to take a beating before admitting defeat? Since you are so ignorant of flattery, then I have no choice but to be rude!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fanqiu rushed to Ling Tian like a gust of wind, and slapped Ling Tian on the head.

And Ling Tian had just reacted, and quickly raised his hand to resist. The next moment, he felt a severe pain in his wrist, as if his wrist bone was about to be broken. He gritted his teeth, kicked Meng Fanqiu's waist violently. Meng Fanqiu met him with an elbow and hit him precisely on the shin, the pain made Ling Tian's face change drastically.

While Ling Tian's right foot hadn't retracted, Meng Fanqiu hooked Ling Tian's left foot. Ling Tian couldn't stand still, and his body fell backwards involuntarily. He was just trying to adjust his posture, but he felt a sharp pain from his side, but Meng Fanqiu kicked him on the waist.

"puff!"

Ling Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards, falling heavily on the ring. He struggled to stand up, but the severe pain and injury in his body made him barely able to use any strength.

The people under the arena cheered in unison.

"Ling Tian, ​​don't you admit defeat yet?" Meng Fanqiu asked sarcastically.

Ling Tian coughed twice, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood again. He gritted his teeth and stared at Meng Fanqiu, his eyes full of resentment.

damn it! I'm obviously only a little short! Just a little bit!

At this time, the City Lord's Mansion behind the arena was built on the highest attic. A red-haired girl with bright eyes and bright teeth was lying in front of the window, watching the scene on the arena. When she saw that the boy was covered in blood but still refused to admit defeat, the girl couldn't help being greatly moved.

She turned her head to look at the young man sitting next to him who was leisurely drinking tea, pouted and said, "Yu big brother, look at that young man, he is so pitiful!"

The boy who was called "Yu big brother" by the girl, looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with luxurious clothes and elegant demeanor. He was originally watching the match in the ring, but after watching half of it, he turned his head dully.

The two people fighting in the arena may look very powerful to others, but in his eyes, they are really not popular, and there is no way to arouse his interest.

After hearing the girl's words, the boy shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, Huang'er, there are so many poor people in the world, do you still want to take care of them all?"

"But..." the girl bit her lip and said, "But we can definitely take out another qualification certificate! There are so many people in Qinglan City, and there is only one qualification certificate, how can we get it?"

The young man said helplessly: "Give Qinglan city one more qualification certificate, and other cities will have to give one less. Tell me, where did this qualification certificate come from?"

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "How about...just take one from Qianyun City?"

The girl felt that Own's proposal was very reasonable, so she couldn't help being very excited, and looked at the boy with anticipation in her eyes. But the corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he said: "Qianyun City has a population of 800,000 people, and its heritage is profound. Thirty-two qualification certificates are already a very small quota. There are less than 80,000 people in Qinglan City." , I don’t have much background yet, if I have a qualification certificate, I should laugh.”

Seeing that the girl wanted to say more, the young man waved his hand impatiently: "Don't try to persuade me anymore, it is impossible to show me another qualification certificate. Before you came out, you promised your parents and mother that everything is up to my decision." shall prevail."

The girl pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "You wait, after I go back, I have to complain to my mother!"

"Complaint? What kind of complaint?"

"Just say you bullied me!" The girl puffed her cheeks and stared at the boy, looking like she wanted to eat someone.

But the boy looked at the girl's angry look, and laughed out loud "puchi". He stretched out his hand and patted the girl's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, Huang'er, why bother to get angry with me for someone who has nothing to do with you? Mother told me another thing before she came out. You too."

"What's the matter?" the girl asked curiously.

The young man smiled and said: "Mother said, after we go back, let us marry at the hall. At that time, you can no longer call me big brother, but you should call me Mr. Xianggong."

The girl's cheeks were smudged immediately, and her face was on fire: "Who... who is going to marry you? You can say such things casually, without shame! Slightly slightly..."

After the girl made a face at the boy, she turned around and ran down the attic without looking at him again.

The boy looked at the girl's back and smiled.

These two people are Feng Lingyu and Lin Huang'er.

Twelve years have passed, and both of them are sixteen years old. In this world, people of this age can start a family. Feng Lingyu and Lin Huang'er had a long-standing marriage contract, and they grew up together since they were young. In fact, they were already mentally prepared for the marriage ceremony.

But when Lin Huang'er heard the word "get married" from Feng Lingyu's mouth, Lin Huang'er still felt shy from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body almost burned.

In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that there are sporadic sparks in her fiery red hair.

The reason why the two of them appeared in Qinglan City was because of a task assigned to them by Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran. This task was to issue the entrance qualification certificates of the Cultivation Academy.

Feng Lingyu was known as the "Young City Lord" in Wuling City, and he started to get in touch with Wuling City's affairs, big and small, as early as twelve years old. However, since he was still young at that time and his knowledge was relatively shallow, he did not participate in many affairs and his reputation was not obvious.

But after the age of sixteen, Feng Shao planned to gradually transfer all the affairs of Wuling City to Feng Lingyu, so that he could become the city lord who can take charge of his own affairs. But before that, he had to make Feng Lingyu familiar in front of everyone.

The task of issuing qualification certificates obviously meets this need.

The entrance qualification certificate of the Cultivation Academy is a new thing that just appeared three years ago. Prior to this, as long as anyone was recommended by the Cultivation Academy and reached the Innate Realm before the age of sixteen, they would automatically be eligible for admission to the Cultivation Academy.

However, as the reputation of the Cultivation Academy grew, the number of students enrolled gradually increased, and the Cultivation Academy began to be overcrowded. At the peak, the entire Cultivation Academy enrolled as many as 30,000 students, and the number of cultivators enrolled in the entire Cultivation Academy reached 150,000.

Considering the limited capacity of the Cultivation Academy to accommodate students, Lin Xiaoran decided to increase the admission threshold of the academy and add an admission qualification certificate.

Cultivation Academy Entrance Qualification Certificates are limited to 20,000 per year, and different cities can obtain quotas of varying numbers according to their population, size, and average cultivator level.

For example, Wuling City itself has a population of more than 2 million, and the surrounding towns can add more than 1 million. There are many cultivators, and the cultivation atmosphere is strong. There are many mid-to-high Realm cultivators. Therefore, Wuling City itself has a quota of 800 admission qualification certificates.

In a small town like Qinglan City, all the people within 300 miles of Fang Yuan can't make up 100,000 people. The city lord with the highest Cultivation Base is only worthy of the Gold Core realm, and the Innate realm cultivator is also rare. In such a remote city, the quotas obtained are naturally very few, as few as one.

But even if there is only one piece, it is a big deal for Qinglan City. You must know that those selected from such a small city can only be reduced to the bottom among the students of the current class when they arrive at the Cultivation Academy.

Such a distribution plan, in fact, feels unfair no matter whether it is a large city that has obtained the most quotas or a small city with only one quota.

Big cities think that all cultivators should be compared together, and whoever has a higher level should be allowed to go, and they should not be given preferential treatment just because a small place is poor. They should also be on the same starting line, that's only fair.

Small cities feel that they are not strong enough in the first place, and rely on the students who returned from the Cultivation Academy to drive the development of the city. You only give me such a small number of places, and there are very few people who can go out here, so there are even fewer cultivators who can drive the development of the city, and my place will become poorer over time. So I should get more chances, that's only fair.

From their own point of view, what each party said makes sense. But absolute fairness does not exist, and neither does a system that satisfies everyone. Lin Xiaoran can only try to weigh the opinions and interests of all parties and carry out the share ratio.

And the scene that just happened in the arena was the battle for the entrance qualification certificate that was going on in Qinglan City. Whoever wins will get the only admission qualification certificate.

Therefore, none of them want to lose.