"You actually still haven't forgotten …" Chen Changsheng sighed in amazement.
"That husband and wife are both members of the Storms of the Eight Directions. Who wouldn't be interested in their affairs? In truth, I even suspect that Wuqiong Bi had an affair with Daoist Siyuan back in the Li Palace Academy. Otherwise, why would she send her own son to fight in Daoist Siyuan's place? And why would Bie Yanghong be so vigilant, sending Su Mo Yu into the Orthodox Academy to bear the brunt? " Tang Thirty-Six walked to the lakeshore and said, "But now that I think about it, that idiot Bie Tianxin is Wuqiong Bi's son, but he's not necessarily Bie Yanghong's son. Do you think he might be Daoist Siyuan's son? Sigh. But this matter involves a private matter, so it can't be spread around, especially if Su Mo Yu hears of it. After all, it's his own uncle. How embarrassing. "
He turned to his side and realized that there was no one there.
At some point, Chen Changsheng had left and was now on the grass on the other side of the wall.
Confused, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Chen Changsheng didn't even turn his head. Waving his hand, he said, "I'm going to see if the meal is ready."
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The three matches that had begun in the early morning had all concluded very quickly. Lunch had been brought forward, and after eating, there was still time to take a nap. Only when the sun had moved a certain distance from its zenith to the west and the stifling heat was somewhat relieved did the gate of the Orthodox Academy open once more.
It was still Tang Thirty-Six leading the group. The new students of the Orthodox Academy stood behind him on the stone steps, their faces brimming with excitement and unease.
Without any surprises, the first student of the Orthodox Academy to fight lost. Just when the opponent's sword was about to descend, Tang Thirty-Six's voice very promptly rang out, "It ends here."
The second match was lost, the third was also lost, and in the following matches, the Orthodox Academy lost very straightforwardly. The usually bustling atmosphere of the arena was now rather oppressive. Only the voices of Tang Thirty-Six and the new students of the Orthodox Academy could be heard.
"It's about time."
"I say, it's about time, son!"
"I say, why don't you listen?"
These were Tang Thirty-Six's words. He was speaking to those people who had come to challenge the Orthodox Academy.
The words of the new students of the Orthodox Academy were even simpler, not exceeding five words.
"Concede."
"I concede."
"I admit defeat."
Only when they reached the gate of the Homecoming Academy and shook off the tension and unfamiliarity from the previous battle did they speak a little more, standing on the stone steps and chatting with their classmates.
"Was there a problem with the sword I used just now?"
"Didn't the Dean say last night that your opponent's weakness is speed? That's why your sword should be faster."
"As fast as I can."
"It means that you haven't practiced the Three Moves of Plum Blossom well enough."
"Dean, you mentioned that there's another sword technique that can restrain this person. What is it again?"
"The Three Chants of the Fisherman's Song is a powerful sword technique of the Mount Li Sword Sect. I heard that even Liang Ban Hu was unable to grasp it. It is Gou Hanshi's ultimate technique. With our current cultivation levels, it is impossible for us to learn it."
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The new students of the Orthodox Academy discussed. There was no sign of defeat on their faces. Consecutive defeats didn't seem to affect their moods at all.
The servant of the Bie family was actually right. Swords have no eyes, especially in this kind of battle where the difference in strength was too great. No matter how sharp Tang Thirty-Six's eyes were, no matter how timely he shouted, it was still unavoidable for some accidents to occur. But that really couldn't be blamed on those experts who challenged the Orthodox Academy. It was basically the result of the new students being too nervous.
When dusk began to rise, the Orthodox Academy had already lost ten-odd matches. Six new students were injured, and two of them were rather heavily injured. But these students didn't have any complaints, and they didn't mention Tang Thirty-Six's promise a few days ago that they wouldn't be affected. On the contrary, they were grateful. Because they knew better than anyone else how much progress they had made with Chen Chang Sheng's guidance and such a rare opportunity to fight against experts. Just their horizons were many times broader than before they entered the academy.
The duels of the Orthodox Academy that caused a great disturbance in the capital and brought much excitement to the common people finally entered a new stage today.
The Orthodox Academy began to lose, but no one believed that they were the losers, because the representatives of the Orthodox Academy were all the new students that had been recruited a few days ago.
Of course, there were no victors.
The mood of the new students of the Orthodox Academy was very good, and Tang Thirty-Six was basically satisfied with the current situation. But seeing this sort of perfunctory battle, the crowd that had come to watch the excitement felt very bored. They were bored to the point of panic, and some people even began to feel sleepy and yawn.
The most depressed were the experts from the Tianhai clan and the Ivy Academies. They realized that they had completely become sparring partners, and a few of them had actually slipped up and accidentally injured the new students of the Orthodox Academy. When they thought of the threat Tang Thirty-Six had uttered this morning, they even felt somewhat uneasy. Only when they saw that Tang Thirty-Six's complexion was normal did they relax and bitterly smile as they retreated.
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Dusk gradually darkened and the gates of the Orthodox Academy closed. The majority of the priests from the Li Palace returned to their halls, leaving behind only the night watchmen and a squadron of Orthodoxy cavalry. The common people of the capital resentfully returned home to prepare dinner. Under the canopy, the stewards of the Four Great Markets looked at today's bets and tightly creased their brows. Those experts that had challenged the Orthodox Academy felt the most inexplicably irritated.
After dinner was over, the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy began to summarize and simultaneously prepare for tomorrow's matches.
After everything was done, Chen Changsheng and the others returned to the separate garden.
Today, Xuanyuan Po had spent the entire day with the head chef of Clear Lake Restaurant. In his view, the liveliness in the kitchen and the pots and pans, those methods of cooking ingredients that he had never even heard of before, were far more important than the liveliness outside the gate. Only when he was summarizing just now did he understand the situation of today's matches outside the gate. Somewhat confused, he asked, "If conceding defeat could solve the problem, why did we need to recruit so many new students? We could just directly concede defeat."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I see that you've always had a problem with the Orthodox Academy's recruitment of new students, why?"
Xuanyuan Po replied, "Why don't you take a look at the lunch and dinner? Such good dishes were all eaten up by them."
"See, this is the reason why I did what I did." Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said, "Because you can afford to lose that person, but I can't."
Xuanyuan Po didn't quite understand, but after thinking it over, he understood that this way of speaking was called a double entendre.
"I'm someone who wants to reach fifty-eight consecutive victories, how can I stop here?" Tang Thirty-Six finally said.
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and knew that the matter was definitely not so simple.
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