1022: C1022 Me, not good

C1022 Me, not good

According to the rules, Fang Zhi was supposed to stand on the stage and continue competing.

Although Qian Yan had already lost, Gu Martial Hall had not lost, so he still had to accept the challenges of the others.

But Fang Zhi had no intention of continuing this competition.

Other than Qian Yan, all the other scholars in the Ancient Martial Hall were strong, but no one was able to understand the true essence of the martial way.

Even if the remaining nine of them were to attack together, Fang Zhi would only need a single punch.

Therefore, Fang Zhi was too lazy to continue fighting.

The remaining scholars in the ancient Martial Hall were not worthy for him to take action.

"Eighteen Your Highness, there's still ?"

The referee wanted to remind Fang Zhi that the match wasn't over.

But Fang Zhi had already walked down the stage and arrived at the area of Beitang.

In the distance, Xiu Mujijiu immediately pointed at the judge, the meaning of his warning was dense.

It was obvious that the Beitang had won.

If Qian Yan lost, what kind of waves could the Ancient Martial Hall create?

He truly did not have a discerning eye!

"I, won."

A hint of exhaustion flashed through Fang Zhi's eyes, but he was truly happy.

At first, when his teacher said that Beitang could easily win the championship, he did not believe her.

He didn't expect that his words would come true so quickly.

"Big brother, you did well."

Fang Yuying walked up and hugged Fang Zhi.

The myriad of words turned into true emotions and were assimilated into it.

Feng Yanzhe laughed, then asked: "How did you win so miserably?"

"If you can, you go up!"

Fang Zhi snappily gave him the middle finger.

"I'll do it, I'll do it too."

Feng Yanzhe said very seriously.

Then, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and their tacit understanding was spoken without saying a word.

Beitang won.

He had won the final champion of the Martial Arts Competition.

Not only that, it was an undefeated record.

And, he'd stepped on the crown of the Nine-crowned Ancient Martial Hall to ascend to the throne.

Even though the final battle wasn't over, everyone knew that the battle was already over.

Qian Yan lost to Fang Zhi, and the Ancient Martial Hall lost to the Beitang.

The remaining scholars, led by Hua Six-Ear, had completely lost their will to fight. Their pupils were dilated and their faces were as pale as paper.

With their current condition, why would they go up and fight?

Going up there to die was more like it.

The ten of them stood on the stage, enjoying the envious gazes from all the scholars, as well as the rewards given out by Xiu Mujijiu himself.

The corner of Fang Zhi's mouth lifted into a smile: "So this is the feeling of victory!"

"I've always felt disdain. I've never experienced it before."

Fang Yuying murmured to herself.

"But as it turns out, the champion will always be the champion. This sort of happiness is unimaginable for those at the bottom!"

After Huo Yunan said this, he could not help but burst out laughing, to the point of tears flowing out of his eyes.

The Martial Competition was only one of the many competitions in the Grand College. If one were to calculate it all, it would not be a grand competition.

However, the Heaven Chosen of the Beitang were still immersed in it, enjoying the supreme pleasure.

Why?

Perhaps, this had something to do with them being at the bottom and not having a single victory.

Or perhaps, it was related to stepping on Qian Yan's head to reach the top.

In short, who cared about these side events?

Anyway, we were champions.

When Ninth Princess walked out of the martial arts arena, she was agitated and was unable to calm down for a long time.

She felt heartfelt joy for her 18th brother Fang Zhi and her 20th sister Fang Yuying.

Furthermore, she was very happy about her decision to recommend Chu Yun to become the Beitang's martial arts teacher.

"But unfortunately, that person didn't come."

Ninth Princess thought as she unknowingly walked back to her own residence.

"Princess, there's a letter for you."

The maid who delivered the letter walked up and frowned. She snorted: "You really have no conscience, Princess. You wrote so many letters to him, but he only replied with one! "And you're only returning now!"

"Little Peach, stop talking nonsense."

Ninth Princess pretended to be majestic, but the joy in her beautiful eyes couldn't be concealed at all. "He has been a martial arts teacher in Beitang for the past few months, how could he have the time to reply."

Soon after, she realized that she wasn't being very reserved. She quickly covered her burning face and protested coquettishly, "Xiaotao, why aren't you giving me the letter yet?"

Xiaotao stuck out her tongue and said, "This servant has never seen the princess act like this before. Alright, alright, here's a letter for you!"

Ninth Princess took the letter and felt his heart thumping.

Peach was a maid who had grown up with her, so when they came into contact in private, she didn't have much of an identity problem. She spoke and acted rather casually.

"I believe him. I finally believe him!"

Ninth Princess stuck the envelope tightly to her chest. Only after a long time did she wake up from her drunken state.

"This servant will prepare some snacks for the princess."

Little Peach was extremely observant. No matter how close their relationship was, they shouldn't stay by her side at this time.

After all, masters and servants were different.

Ninth Princess walked into the garden and sat inside the pavilion, happily opening the envelope.

What would he tell me?

He only knew that his talent was extraordinary, but he didn't know what kind of talents he possessed when it came to competing in poetry.

I'm really looking forward to it.

Ninth Princess took out the letter. There were indeed three lines of words on it.

The words could not be considered to be good, but they possessed a temperament that was difficult for ordinary people to attain. They were very casual, causing one to be captivated by them.

However, Ninth Princess only took a glance and her happy face immediately turned pale white.

"Since ancient times, there has always been a lingering hatred between us. This hatred has never ended."

"If we can't even master the Great Dao, how can we build a family?"

"From now on, I'll send you the best books."

Ninth Princess was a man of exceptional talent, how could she not understand the meaning of the letter?

She felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. Her heart turned cold.

His lips slightly parted, but he did not know what to say. The brush in his hand also inadvertently fell onto the paper, leaving behind a thick layer of ink.

"Since ancient times, there has always been so much emotion and so much hatred, yet this hatred never ends?"

"I've never been moved by anyone in my life. You're the only one."

Ninth Princess was stunned, she then muttered: "If this favor continues, in exchange for endless longing, I am willing to keep thinking about it, forever."

After saying all this, her pair of beautiful eyes once again shined with light.

"If we can't even master the Great Dao, how can we build a family?"

"Then I'll wait for you to master the Great Dao!"

"From now on, I'll send you books?"

"I won't!"

A mischievous smile suddenly emerged from the corner of Ninth Princess's mouth. It was different from his usual state of being as gentle as water.

If someone else was here, they would definitely be shocked.

Ninth Princess would actually reveal such a little girl's posture.

"Princess, the snacks are here."

Little Tao walked over with a bowl of rice in his hand.

The only thing he saw was the Ninth Princess smiling brilliantly, as if he had met something good.

"Oh god, there's no saving him."

Xiaotao held her forehead with a helpless expression on her face.

Chu Yun sat in the study room and was cultivating with his legs crossed.

Suddenly, a wave of noise sounded outside, mixed with some faint sounds of laughter.

"Teacher, quickly come out!"

"Teacher, we've won."

"At least I didn't disappoint Teacher."

With Fang Zhi in the lead, many scholars from Beitang quickly walked into the mansion with bright smiles on their faces.

It was difficult to describe their current feelings.

Pride, pride, excitement, and joy.

Chu Yun walked out of the study, looked at the scholars outside, and smiled: "All of these are things that you guys obtained through hard work, you all deserve the title of champions, and also deserve this result."

"It's all thanks to teacher."

Fang Yuying smiled sweetly, causing the surrounding scholars to be taken aback.

Was this still that little overlord girl from before who did all sorts of evil?

Why did he reveal such a obedient smile?

Not only Fang Yuying, but even Fang Zhi, Huo Yunan, Kong Linqi, Feng Yanzhe and the others revealed smiles.

Normally, this would not be seen.

The three martial dao teachers who had been taken away had absolute authority.

"My dad finally stopped saying I lost his face. Thank you, teacher."

Feng Yanzhe walked forward and respectfully bowed to Chu Yun.

Now, his temperament was completely different from before.

In the past, he had always been frail and frail. He would often spend a lot of time and effort to dress himself up as a woman.

At that time, he would have felt that the more delicate a man was, the better.

After seeing Chu Yun, his sense of aesthetics had been completely overturned.

Yang Gang, Iron-blooded, domineering, resolute and decisive, never giving up. This was a real man!

Therefore, he had gone through this training multiple times in order to have solid muscles.

And now, he'd accomplished it.0

Not only did his body shape change, even his temperament and mentality had undergone a tremendous change.

Other than Fang Zhi who would occasionally tease and call him 'sissy', no one else felt that his temperament was feminine anymore.

Even General Tian Ji, Feng Chen, was full of praise for his transformation.

This was the change that Chu Yun had brought him.

"Teacher, you've changed us."

Fang Zhi said in a sincere tone, "If it weren't for you, we would still be staying in the Grand College, living our days muddle-headedly. We don't have a sense of right or wrong, and we'll be relying on our own preferences."

"I have merely pointed out the direction for you all. It was all because of your own hard work that you reached the end."

Chu Yun laughed: "Good thing you did not disappoint your own efforts. Congratulations, my champions!"

"Hahaha, Lord Chu, I'm really convinced this time."

A burst of clear laughter came from outside, only to see Xiu Mujijiu quickly walking in, holding onto a jug of wine.

"Yo, you're all here?"

After Xiu Mujijiu walked in, he glanced at all the scholars, and pretended to be imposing: "Since we have this chance, I have to properly talk about you guys. Taking down this year's Martial Competition does not mean that you can relax, because there is still a long way to go."

"Honorable Wine Master, Teacher, we won't disturb you two drinking!"

Fang Zhi felt a headache coming on. He knew that Xiu Mujijiu was definitely going to talk about his grand principles again.

The other scholars also quickly left after bidding farewell, not willing to stay a moment longer.

Xiu Mujijiu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Every time I say this, they don't like it!"

"Haha, Lord Wine, don't think too much. They just won the Martial Competition, so they're a bit excited. Come, come, let's drink."

Chu Yun pulled Xiu Mujijiu and walked to the stone table.

Xiu Mujijiu put down the jug of wine, and said with a serious expression: "Actually, other than drinking, there is another thing."

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