Chapter 623: Five hundred and seven: Tao Li Qian: Teaching You One Sword

Five hundred and seven: Tao Li Qian: Teaching You One Sword

The old man carrying a flower hoe casually spoke one sentence, and Cui Hao fell silent.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

No wonder he was a renowned scholar and great literary figure of the Eastern Jin—his words were simple, unadorned, and plain.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong had heard of his name; because of Yuan Yuan Huaimin, he had specifically studied the history of the Northern Wei. This man was effectively the Northern Wei's state advisor. Historical records say he was handsome, extraordinarily intelligent, skilled in metaphysics and yin-yang numerology, yet strongly rejected Buddhism, having once helped

The old man carrying a flower hoe casually spoke one sentence, and Cui Hao fell silent.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

No wonder he was a renowned scholar and great literary figure of the Eastern Jin—his words were simple, unadorned, and plain.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong had heard of his name; because of Yuan Yuan Huaimin, he had specifically studied the history of the Northern Wei. This man was effectively the Northern Wei's state advisor. Historical records say he was handsome, extraordinarily intelligent, skilled in metaphysics and yin-yang numerology, yet strongly rejected Buddhism, having once helped

Unless someone was over a hundred years old yet had not a single wrinkle, would that provoke fear and envy.

Big figures are big figures. Places like Tianxia Xiao, they think themselves mighty, but in Ye Qing's eyes, they might be nothing at all.

There was a nap period in the afternoon, the only truly leisurely moment of the day, and no one would miss it. After the director finished speaking, everyone returned to their rooms and began napping.

"Bro, how about I beat you up? That way everyone'll know we don't get along?" From Mo Xi's smirk, it was clear he was seizing the chance to get revenge.

"What trouble is that? I know your department isn't short on cash—you didn't even blink when you lost two million to me on Black Mountain last time."

Jia Qiantian's body trembled slightly; a terrifying aura stirred, and those eyes, long untouched by emotion, could not help but well up with anticipation and excitement.

His name was Qin Shou, a classmate of Ye Tao at university, whose family ran a company in Hangcheng—he was also a well-known rich second-generation in class.

Ma Jingmin didn't care at all; he had already seen Ye Qing's exceptional talent and had no need to prove himself to others.

Therefore, whether sect disciples could gain the greatest benefit from each mission was a matter of great concern to the sect.

What do you mean, "Han Xue doesn't count"?! Han Xue's ecstatic, triumphant smile froze on her face. Not wanting to go to the Chengguo Mansion was one thing; being rejected by the second young master of the Chengguo Mansion was another. This humiliation made her face slowly flush red, swelling purple like an eggplant.

The lords below the stage sipped dishes from various mansions and watched the performances above, the atmosphere harmonious, every face wearing a satisfied expression.

Back then, the internet wasn't as developed as it is now; otherwise, their family would've been paparazzied every other day.

The pale moonlight spilled onto the calm sea surface. Suddenly, a sea breeze blew, stirring waves that rushed toward the shore and gently slapped against it.

Actually, places like this are what students love. Though TV always says to eat healthy, green food and avoid barbecues as if eating just a bite would give you cancer.

Zhong Rui's words snapped everyone back to reality—they noticed a mysterious man standing outside the computer room, his body glowing with a faint blue light. Under the dim night glow, the mysterious blue radiance made the white-robed man seem even more enigmatic.

Anyone with eyes could see clearly: the two men on the stage were engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

The guards outside rushed in through the doors; upon seeing the scene inside, they were all stunned.

To enhance the effect, she deliberately placed Nan Ye's abalone and duck soup last, calling it the grand finale.

"Your face is thick as a wall," Lin Liu Yiyi chuckled lightly. Where's your sweat? You're clearly enjoying yourself immensely.

Fang Fang sat down casually, crossed her legs, showing no restraint. Those two dazzling white legs left Mo Feng utterly spellbound.

The Level Fourteen chameleon let out a furious roar, all four hooves lifting off the ground, a flicker of blood-red ferocity in its eyes, then turned and charged toward the Two Kings.

Yu Yintao stood in her chamber, gazing out the window at the lush trees, feeling no appreciation—only intentions of destruction.