Inside the Teaching Department, Cheng Yue looked at the teachers in the Teaching Department after seeing the table about the troubles of the Xiongnu students who were sent to him, and there was a faint anger in his voice, "Well, it's great, teachers and students are united. What are you hiding for them? He beat the Huns and then beat them, and he also found such reasons to evade me."

Looking at the sect leader who was not angry and powerful, the teachers were silent one by one, and no one dared to argue. Looking at the sectarians with their heads hanging down, Cheng Yue walked to the desk, threw the reports into the incense burner, and said to them, "Is it honorable to beat more people but few people? Tell them that I don't care about fighting the Huns, but I can't insult the majesty of my Han family."

Hearing the words of the headmaster, the group of teachers standing finally felt relieved, but before they could even speak thanks, the headmaster's majestic voice sounded again, "I punish you for half of your monthly salary this month, and those students who beaten up each of them copied the rules of the study ten times."

"Yes, Master, Master." Hearing that the monthly salary was half the punishment, the men's faces were stretched and they stepped back with their heads down.

After everyone retreated, Cheng Yue glanced at the screen behind him and said with a tense face, "Go and find Li Liuru for me."

In the Mohist school, Li Ang was discussing the construction of firearms with several students from a craftsman family. "Brother Liuru, we can make all the parts you painted, but this rifle is not easy to do!" Looking at the analysis composition of the parts drawn by Li Ang, Xie Xun patted his chest, and several classmates beside him also nodded.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Xie." Li Ang looked at Xie Xun and the others and bowed to Xie. He spent the past few days in the Mo Family School to see if he could make a Mauser rifle.

"Brother Liuru. I have seen this gun picture you drew from my father, but it is not as delicate as you. I wonder if I can take this picture back to my father." The king of the land beside Xie Xun looked at the parts picture and suddenly said to Li Ang.

"Brother Wang, do you think your father has such pictures?" Listening to Wang Daodi's words, Li Ang looked at him, his eyes a little incredible.

"Yes, my father is at Taiyan Institute. I have seen such pictures several times. My father is very close to those pictures. I still remember him saying that these pictures have been available for a long time. It is said that they were originally written by Emperor Taizu, but they only look like it. About five years ago, several Greek craftsmen from Taiyan Institute made a fire-breathing "gun" in that way. Later, Dean Dizu of Taiyan Institute was very interested in this and began to study this thing with all his strength. But I heard from my father that they have not made the finished product until now." Director Wang replied, and his words made Li Ang very interested, especially the Taiyan Institute he said.

"Where is this Taijian Institute? Why haven't I heard of it before?" Li Ang looked at Xie Xun and Wang Dao and the others and asked.

"Brother Liuru. This Taiyan Institute is in a quiet valley northwest of the Taixue. Every year, many classmates with profound knowledge in our Mohist and Taoist schools are introduced to Taiyan Institute by teachers. I heard that the people who come in have a very high monthly salary and are directly under the jurisdiction of the royal family." Wang Dao's father was in the Taiyan Institute, and he knew more.

Just when Li Ang was still asking something, a tall master walked in. His face was thin and he was not silly, which was daunting. "The Master wants to see you. Come with me." He walked to Li Ang, his voice was cold.

Li Ang stood up and bowed to Xie Xun, Wang Dao and others, "Everyone, the master, I'll leave first."

Along the way, Li Ang followed the tall master, feeling a little surprised that the tall master gave him a far better feeling than a teacher.

Walking into the inner hall where the principal was, Li Ang looked at Cheng Yue with a frosty face and couldn't help but frown. He couldn't remember anything he had offended the principal.

"Mr. Li, the library is not something you use to kill people." Cheng Yue's tone was so stern, "Although only the two white barbarians were killed, I hope you remember that the place where you stand is the Imperial Academy, not the battlefield."

"I understand what the teacher is saying, I will pay attention to it in the future." Looking at Cheng Yuefeng's gaze, Li Ang replied, feeling that it is necessary to reassess the teacher.

"Just remember." Cheng Yue's voice was calm and restrained. He sat back in the chair, "Wu Rui from the Mo Family Branch prides you and asks you to go to Xiaoye Mountain to see him."

"I understand, I will go as soon as possible." Li Ang felt aroused when he heard the name, and he left the room and pulled the door.

"Do you think Wu Rui's killing sword can be learned?" After Li Ang left, Cheng Yue looked at the tall master who had not spoken.

"He is the local man who recommended to Wu Rui himself. I think with Aunt Sun's eyesight, he should not misjudgment." The tall master replied, his voice cold and indifferent, "However, Wu Rui really told him that he had a killing sword, so he would not have time to do his own thing."

"Let Wu Rui drag him over, An Changsheng, you can protect him." Cheng Yue glanced at the tall master, "Let those people do things more neatly and leave no traces. This young man is not easy to deal with."

"I know." The tall master replied, frowned, "But I don't like the Sima family. You should find a way to clear the relationship with them first. You know the methods of General Guo Ran."

"I understand." Cheng Yue looked at him and pondered, "As long as you don't move An Changsheng and the princes of the Three Kingdoms of Tianfang, Guo Ran won't care too much about others. You just need to keep An Changsheng."

The tall master said nothing. He just nodded to Cheng Yue, then turned around and left, his steps floating.

Li Ang walked towards Xiaoye Mountain in the distance, called Xuefu in Taixue, but in fact it covers a very wide area and has mountain lakes. Xiaoye Mountain is the westernmost mountain forest in Taixue.

September is already late autumn, and the red leaves dance in the west wind, dyeing the sky red, with a different style. Under the waterfall in Xiaoye Mountain, beside the maple forest, and above a huge rock in the torrent, a man in white stood like a lonely crane; the white clothes are like frost, and the hair of this person is also flying in the west wind like wind and frost.

He had white hair and his eyebrows were white, but there was not even a wrinkle on his face. He could not tell how old he was. His cheeks were tall and his cheeks were as cold as a slapped. His skin was like dead fish. There was no trace of blood, and his lips were no exception, showing a strangely white white. But the strangest thing was his eyes. The eyes were narrow and long, with still pupils, like ice stones, as if they had condensed.

His left hand was holding a big sword that was more than seven feet long and was extremely wide. The rapids hit the huge rock, the water droplets splashed, the west wind blew, and the whole body was full.

The leaves fly down like blood rain.

Li Ang looked at the man in white who was motionless, as if he had transformed into a giant petrol from afar. He felt like a ball of smog in silence. When the wind blew, it would dissipate into thousands of threads.

Li Ang approached him and saw that his eyes were always open. The ice stone-like eyes were lifeless and had no spirit at all. The man in white suddenly looked at him. A sharp light like lightning flashed out from those eyes.

The eyes flashed, and the white-clothed man also moved. A sound of breaking the silk and breaking through the air, and the man shot out like lightning! The scabbard of the seven-foot sword was three feet short at the same time. The scabbard was not broken, but it was just three feet straight into the water. The white-clothed man also shot straight into the air. The sword was also out of the sheath, and the man and the sword instantly formed a fierce light, shooting towards a red leaf flying in the west wind three feet away!

The sword is seven feet long, and the distance between three feet is approaching in an instant. The tip of the sword penetrates through the red leaf, penetrates three feet into the green edge!

The red leaf was just an ordinary leaf. The sword was so swift that the red leaf was not so swiftly blown away by the sword wind. In Li Ang’s eyes, there was only one explanation - that is, the sword was too fast! So before the red leaf was so swiftly blown away by the sword wind, it had been penetrated by the tip of the sword!

The sword pierced three feet. Suddenly, it was pulled out again. When the sword edge completely took off from the leaf, the man in white had flew backwards back to the torrent and fell into the air! His feet were unbiased, standing in his original position, his right hand was still on the hilt of the sword, but the sword had been sheathed. His sharp eyes also shrank, and the wood stood as if nothing had happened. The wind was still blowing rapidly, and the red leaf was still flying in the breeze.

"Next!" The man in white suddenly spoke and threw out the big sword in his hand. His voice was like a sharp blade scraping the bone, making people feel chilling and terrifying.

Li Ang looked at the sword that had passed through the air, held his breath, and took it with both hands. The heavy sword with the power of the falling ones made him move a few steps away, and then stabilized his body. Calm down, Li Ang felt the weight of the sword in his hand, forty kilograms. He made a judgment in his heart instantly, and he couldn't help but be even more shocked at the sword technique of the man in white.

"You are the third person who can catch this sword." The man in white jumped down from the huge rock and walked to the shore from the pool water. Looking at Li Ang who was holding the big sword, he nodded and said.

"Student Li Liuru, I have seen Wu Jijiu." Li Ang presented the sword with his calm voice, which made the man in white even more praise. There were many people who learned swords from him, but no one could be as calm as Li Ang. No matter what, this mentality alone was far superior to others.

"Aunt Sun told me about you." Wu Rui looked at Li Ang and did not go to receive the sword. "From now on, I will give you this sword. You can't leave until you can defeat me."

Looking at Wu Rui, Li Ang did not take back the sword, but still held it in front of him and replied, "The students admire Wu Jijiu's sword skills and are very willing to learn it. However, students are currently plagued by common things. Please forgive Wu Jijiu."

"I'm here, I can't help you." Wu Rui looked at Li Ang and shook his head, "Unless you can defeat me with this sword, I won't let you go."

"Why did Wu Jijiu make things difficult for the students?" Li Ang inserted the sword into the soil and looked at Wu Rui. Although he didn't understand why Wu Rui forced him to practice swords here, he could guess that things were not just about practicing swords.

"Wu Guan, the student will leave." Li Ang bowed to Wu Rui and walked out of Xiaoye Mountain. Wu Rui did not move behind him, but in the maple forest on both sides, dozens of white-clothed students holding wooden swords walked out and formed a semi-curved formation in front of him.

Seeing the students in white-clothed manners, and the direction they stood was standing faintly blocking his way out, Li Ang knew that the great priest Wu Rui would definitely keep him today. He glanced at the seven-foot sword beside him, and then looked at the dozens of students in front of him, and suddenly rushed in with bare hands. The seven-foot sword was too heavy. Even if it was used in amazing power, he would not use it for a few strokes. It would be better to use boxing skills that he was better at.

Looking at Li Ang who was attacking with his sword, Wu Rui's eyes were filled with a little more appreciation. With a calm judgment and decisive action, this young man could have learned his murder sword, and perhaps this young man could really learn it.

Li Ang started from the border, except for the daily standing and the archery and equestrian skills that Daqin soldiers must practice, the rest of his time was training all his muscles and nerves using the previous training methods. After three months back to Chang'an, he was even more obsessed with practicing internal strength and cooperating with his many previous trainings. At this time, his strength was three points stronger than when he was invincible.

Those white-clothed students were all elites of the Mohist society. Unlike classmates who specialized in academic studies, such as the Ministry of Medicine and the Art of Debtology, they practiced the Mohist martial arts and the art of defending the city. In the future, they would mostly enter the Qin Dynasty to serve in the military fort on the Silk Road, so the sword technique they practiced was mainly practical. Although they had never been on the battle formation, the heavy wooden sword was used in their hands and had a deep aura.

The student holding the sword was hit by a punch, and the students holding the sword were shattered three steps away, making the students in white clothes look in awe. The wooden sword they used in their hands was made of Tielimu, a wood produced in the extremely cold land of Liaodong. It was more solid than steel and had a very heavy weight. But Li Ang was able to shake it with his fist. This skill really made them admire him.

Seeing Li Ang in the sword formation, relying on his fists and feet without falling down, Wu Rui's eyes gradually became furious. Such reaction speed, strong body, and understanding of internal strength and long qi and meridian skills were simply people who appeared to inherit his murderous sword.

Li Ang's breath was a little confused. He began to understand the operating rules of this sword formation, but he could not break it because the wooden swords in the hands of the white-clothed students, if they had an ordinary wooden sword in their hands, he had already cut off the swords in their hands and broke the formation.

"As long as you learn sword from me, you will be the high priest of the Mo Family Martial Arts Department in the future." Wu Rui suddenly drank the white-clothed students in the Mo family and walked towards Li Ang, "As long as you are a child of the Mo family, you will be recruited."

Li Ang adjusted his breathing, looking at Wu Rui standing five steps away with a big sword and dozens of white-clothed students in Mohism next to him. Finally, he put away his fist and said coldly, "I will learn sword from you."

"Just be willing to learn." Wu Rui didn't care about Li Ang's cold tone. He turned around and walked towards the waterfall in the distance. Li Ang glanced at the big sword he left on the ground and picked it up.
Chapter completed!