The afternoon changed, and the sun was covered by dark clouds, without wind, and it was extremely stuffy. Jiang Anyi was silent, and Zhao Xingfeng's reprimand always sounded in his ears, like a poisonous snake spitting out a "hiss" sound from a letter. Jiang Anyi stood up irritably and decided to ride a horse on the stewardship field.

The six arts of gentlemen: rituals, music, shooting, imperialism, books, numbers, and academy has a school ground for students to ride horses and shoot archery. There are stone locks, stone poles and other fitness items on the open space. Students often vent their extra energy here. As long as they have time, Jiang Anyi will run on the field with charcoal for half an hour before dinner.

The Great Zheng State was established for more than a hundred years, and the four realms were not peaceful. Forty years ago, there was a turmoil that swept across the south of the Yangtze River. The situation forced the Great Zheng State to attach equal importance to civil and military affairs. Literature governed the country, and military officials awarded titles for military merits, abandoned pens and searched for titles for marquis, took off their armor and changed to robes. There were many heroes such as storytellers and raps in teahouses and taverns. Most of the academies were young people, and they were stimulated by these stories that wanted to become pillars of the country with both civil and military lip.

Charcoal is a good horse. When he goes to the school ground, he is excited. Without urging, his four hooves are like sharp arrows. The oncoming wind makes people suffocate, but Jiang Anyi's legs keep gently knocking on the horse's belly. Charcoal feels Jiang Anyi's anxiety, and a long neighing sounds, running forward like lightning, with a long mane raised, like a flying flag.

The wind whistled past his ears, and Jiang Anyi felt his wings grow and he flew freely. The horse beside him was thrown behind, and the trees and mountains were galloping backwards. The boredom gradually drifted with the sound of horse hooves.

Until there were light beads of sweat on the charcoal, Jiang Anyi slowed down his horse and rode charcoal to the grass by the forest. Yihong River passed by the forest. He jumped off his horse, untied his saddle and bridle first, and Charcoal sniffed lightly, lowered his head and licked Jiang Anyi's face with his tongue.

Jiang Anyi patted the charcoal intimately and came to the stream water. The cool stream water poured on his face. It was so comfortable. Charcoal jumped into the stream water, and the water splashed Jiang Anyi all over. The charcoal made a short neigh, proud of his prank. Several horses ran over on the school ground and stopped beside Jiang Anyi. The soil splashed from the horse's hooves fell into the stream water, and the stream became turbid.

Jiang Anyi didn't want to cause trouble, so he walked upwards with the charcoal. A bold voice came from behind: "Good horse, sell me five hundred taels of silver."

"If you don't sell, go away." Jiang Anyi responded angrily without looking back.

"Haha, it's quite straight." The man jumped off his horse and walked quickly to Jiang Anyi. His dark face was covered with a curly beard that blocked Jiang Anyi's way like an iron tower. What a burly man, Jiang Anyi praised in his heart.

"My father often says that reasoning with fists is more enjoyable than reasoning with his mouth." Before Jiang Anyi could react, his huge fist had already hit his stomach hard. Jiang Anyi flew backwards and landed in the stream, his whole body was wet, and his abdomen was unbearable, and he couldn't help but vomit and make a sound.

The man curled his lips and said sneered: "I only used three points of strength, and I can't stand it anymore. It's really a useless scholar."

After being beaten for no reason, Jiang Anyi was furious and picked up a stone in the stream and smashed it viciously at the man. The man went to the side of the man's body. Jiang Anyi stood up and dragged the stream water toward the man.

The man was full of mocking. When Jiang Anyi approached, he tilted his right leg and his body was as shaped like the wind. He also stretched out his left hand and grabbed the fist that Jiang Anyi had hit. He followed the trend. Jiang Anyi's body couldn't help but turn around, staggered back to the water, splashing a huge splash of water. Charcoal stretched out his mouth, muttering Jiang Anyi's clothes upwards, trying to pull the master out of the water.

"What a psychic BMW, you kid riding it is a jewel of a dark pearl." The man said unreasonably: "Boy, make a bet with you. If you can hit me, I will give you a benefit. If you can't hit me, haha, I'll want this horse, five hundred taels of silver are enough for you to buy ten horses."

His face was swelling and painful when he swelled up. Jiang Anyi turned over and sat in the water, smiling bitterly, fighting with someone seemed to be only once in his life. The man opposite him was strong and quick, and he was obviously a martial arts practitioner. How could he beat him? It was just that he could not fight him. He could not watch the charcoal be bought away.

I remembered the first fight, and I hit Ma Ba and bleeding from his nose. The moves I used came from the demon in my dream. It seems that if I want to win, I have to borrow tricks from the demon. The scenes of demons fighting with others often appear in dreams. When the thoughts turn around, countless moves will arise, all of which are quick and accurate, and the moves will kill people. Although those movements are clean and neat, it is not certain whether the ones you use will have any effect.

Without thinking too much, Jiang Anyi got up from the water and walked slowly towards the man. The stream flowed down from him and formed a water line behind him. The man looked disdainful, his hands drooped, his feet stood still, and he was ready to wait.

Before the war, Jiang Anyi's steps became more and more serious, but his heart became more and more calm. When he arrived three feet away from the man, Jiang Anyi suddenly lowered his body and reached out to hug the man's legs. The man sneered, retreated with his left leg, and pressed Jiang Anyi's head with his right hand, and pressed Jiang Anyi to the ground.

At that time, Jiang Anyi turned around and shrank his body into the man's arms. The man's right hand was pressed over Jiang Anyi's right shoulder. A heat flowed from the tailbone. Jiang Anyi moved his body at will, raised his hands, pinched the man's right hand, and rolled forward with force. The man was caught off guard and was led forward for five or six steps, almost lying on the ground.

After the man stood firm, he turned around and yelled at Jiang Anyi on the ground, his beard suddenly spread out, like an angry bear.

"Enough", the voice was very light, and it came from the crowd watching the game. The man stopped when he forced himself, glared at Jiang Anyi, and waved his fist hatefully, and the dead grass on the ground was actually raised by the fist wind.

Jiang Anyi stood up woodenly, packed up his saddle and staggered away with the charcoal, and everyone watched silently.

"Boy, when you think of what good you want, come to Anyang Palace to find me, my name is Wei Mengqiang." The man's roar came from behind. Jiang Anyi seemed to have never heard of it. He held back his tears and kept walking towards the stable. Charcoal tilted his head and looked at the owner, touching Jiang Anyi from time to time with its big head, comforting him silently.

"Why, do you like this kid?" The Luotuo sage who appeared on the top of Zhuo Wang Peak suddenly appeared in the crowd. He changed into a strong outfit and was full of heroic spirit, changing the taste of Luotuo.

"Master?"

"The master of farts, his fists and legs are soft, but it was unexpected to fall to me, as if he had been advised by a master. Although I didn't pay attention, it was rare to be able to grab my hand and stagger my stuttering." Wei Mengqiang stroked his beard and smelled.

"It's interesting. Let's check this scholar when you go back." The scholar looked up at the sky, the dark clouds rolled, and he was depressed, and whispered: "It's going to rain, let's go back."

The heavy rain fell. In the wind and rain, Wei Mengqiang and others protected a carriage out of Wuluo Mountain and rushed towards Anyang Prefecture, forty miles away.

Jiang Anyi, who was soaked, appeared shakingly at the residence. Seeing that Jiang Anyi's face was purple, Li Shicheng stepped forward to support Jiang Anyi, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? He fell on his horse?"

Jiang Anyi took off his wet clothes, Li Shicheng brought a dry towel, saw Jiang Anyi's body green and purple, and said angrily: "Is it Li Dongfeng? I'll ask him to judge."

"It's not him." Jiang Anyi changed into dry clothes and fell on the bed, feeling pain all over his body. The sound of wind and rain was so fast that he was exhausted both physically and mentally. He was like a grass in the wind and rain, unable to control his destiny. This feeling is so familiar: he had happened when the creditor came to the door, when he was driven out of Yu's mansion, when he was forced to each other, and when he was criticized by Mr. Zhao, this feeling of powerlessness was like a huge hammer that kept hitting himself, trying to smash himself into pieces.

However, if the demon can face life and death without fear, I, Jiang Anyi, will not be defeated by these blows: the debt has been paid off, the family situation has changed; the marquis and horses have become stories and no longer become disasters; as long as I can pass the imperial examination, Yu's mansion will visit, Mr. Zhao's criticism, Wei Mengqiang's fists and legs are nothing, one day I will control my own destiny.

There is a clinic in the academy. Li Shicheng invited the doctor in the rain. After the examination, Dr. Zhou said, "The skin trauma is not too tight. It will be cured for a few days after recuperation. I prescribe the medicine. I remember to take it three times a day for two days. Apply the external medicine to the clinic. I will take it later."

The familiar fragrance of medicine reminded Jiang Anyi of the scene when he was struck by lightning. His fate changed at that moment, and there was an additional demon in his body. It has been more than a year since the demon has not been in trouble and has helped him overcome difficulties repeatedly. Even if he is really a demon, he is also a demon who is grateful to me.

Looking at Li Shicheng who was carefully caring for the fire, Jiang Anyi felt warm. Family and friends were the source of courage to regain their courage when they were lost. Thinking of his mother, An Yong, Yan'er, and Fatty Guo, Jiang Anyi suddenly felt that this pain was nothing.

The storm did not affect Shao Xuelu’s dinner. The mahogany round table was filled with dishes, chickens, ducks, and fish. The servant brought a large porcelain plate and placed it in the middle of the table. It contained crabs the size of a bowl, and the crab shells were tempting.

"This is a crab from Yuchun Lake. Please see the crabs with green back, white belly, golden claws, yellow hair, and strong body. They taste fresher and sweeter than the crabs elsewhere. Please try it while it is hot." Shao Renfu greeted with a smile on his face.

Shi Ningzhong held the crab in his hand and smiled and said, "Yuchun crab is a tribute and is difficult to buy. Mr. Shao is good at it and can actually get this good product. Crabs eaten in the Double Ninth Festival are suitable for the festival."

Carefully scooped out the crab roe and put it in his mouth, and his mouth was filled with fragrance. Shao Renfu satisfiedly threw away the crab shell, took a sip of ginger tea, and smiled and said, "A student in Tangtu County was the county magistrate. I knew I like eating crabs. A few days ago, I specially sent someone to deliver a car. I will take some back to taste it with my family later."

Feng Zigang held the crab claw in his hand, smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shao, for being disrespectful."

Zhao Xingfeng glanced at Feng Zigang with contempt and snorted: "As long as Feng Guangan takes advantage of it, he will no longer be able to find his eyes, and only two cracks will be seen."

Everyone laughed, and Feng Zigang said lightly: "I am a person in charge of property, so I can't compare to Mr. Zhao's nobleness. But Mr. Zhao won't take a little less when he takes things."

"you,……"

Shao Renfu quickly changed the topic and said, "I heard that Zhao Jun hit Jiang Anyi a little today?"

"Yes, this son is young and ignorant, arrogant, and has a tendency to be born in Su Ziming. Ling Xu regards him as a treasure. I heard the two of them praise him for his quick thinking several times, which is worthy of success."

"This boy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. As soon as you hit him, he ran to Zhuowang Peak to scold Lin Yizhen, Li Dongfeng and others as dandy. However, this boy's poem is really good." Shao Renfu recited the poem "Singing the chrysanthemum", and Shi Ningzhong praised: "Good poems, this boy's poems are really admirable, I feel ashamed of myself."

Zhao Xingfeng said with a sour voice: "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is rich. Poetry and prose are ultimately a minor path. We should take the world as our responsibility, serve the king and the country, benefit the people, and make a bad fortune if we are not upright."
Chapter completed!