Chapter 223: Deviation

It is artillery training.

This subject indeed holds little meaning; Chen Quanrong merely wished to use it to train students in learning trigonometric functions, master the basic mathematical abilities required for navigation, and incidentally serve as an occasional relaxation subject to forge collective honor.

Which man does not love firing cannons?

Although all were simulated with blank rounds, it still made a group of students blood-boiling; their excited shouts could be heard from far away.

Seeing the turret rotating at the bow and the smoke-rising cannon barrels, the navy...

Fortunately, they were people who had seen grand occasions; not long after, they calmed down and put on a grinning expression once more.

"I am a teacher at the school; is it not allowed to come and take a look?" Saying this, Ye Fei gave Ge Zihao a glance, telling him not to act rashly, then pulled out a brand-new teacher's ID and waved it before Jin Siyan.

Li Bao adjusted the channel to match the virtual world, then instantly transmitted the news that Yin Yi wished to converse with the virtual world to all citizens of the IT Federation via brainwaves.

But just as they rushed into the clouds, the clouds began to gradually dissipate; in the half-air, in the blue sky, within those evil clouds, the true result of the magical duel was revealed.

"It is Mr. Pan; I have brought the things you requested, please take a look." Kai Ku pointed to several large boxes behind him, all crafted from jade; as packaging, they were already extremely luxurious.

"What? You want us to rob the Spirit Jade Merchant? How can this be?" Liu Wei was greatly startled. He had long known that the Spirit Jade Merchant would be escorting cargo through Tiankui Mountain these past few days, as this was the only road to Xianfeng City. But he had also learned that this time a cavalry camp of over a thousand men was providing escort, so he had not dared to entertain any bad intentions at all.

Today, Xu Wanzhou came to Zhong Fu to make a routine report. Zhong Nan required the Military Intelligence Office to compile a summary report every five days, facilitating his grasp of various intelligence and aiding in issuing new orders.

Saying this, the Grand Priest actually rose to pay respects; Ye Fei hurriedly told him not to be polite, stood up, and helped him back to his chair to sit.

His skin was better than before, carrying a porcelain-white hue. His eyes were of a slightly brown shade; when he looked over at you, that gaze seemed to carry a vortex, capable of easily sucking away a person's spirit.

At the same time, Li Shunchen, leading the joint operation, wished to go rescue Deng Zilong; however, after the turtle-shell ships he commanded rushed into the enemy formation, they were surrounded layer upon layer by the Japanese army. Unfortunately, amidst the chaotic battle, Li Shunchen was struck in the chest by a stray arrow and died without recovery.

The crowd was speaking there one after another, while Yang Qin, however, displayed it very obviously, his line of sight looking forward.

Wang Qiang obtained the fragment of the Divine Path. But just as Ah Cheng wanted to commit suicide, the black-robed figure in front suddenly appeared and, in a flash, took him away.

Half a step behind! The wind force from behind was even more urgent; helplessly, he could only withdraw his fist and avoid their attacks once more.

"I am already exhausted!" Wang Qiang's face was terrifyingly pale; this journey of high-intensity travel, combined with using Po Tian again, had weakened the power within his body to the extreme.

"Cultivate well; do not bring shame to your father." Xuankong patted Zhao Ninja World's shoulder, then turned and returned to Bai Yu's seat.

Ji Xuanhao turned around and saw a youth dressed in splendid robes, clutching his left hand, with an expression of pain on his face.

When people grow old, many emotions, such as friendship and family affection, will inevitably be expressed more easily than in youth.

Just like that, the Po Mo Sword danced, forming a beautiful stream of meteoric light; enemies grazing it were injured, and those touching it died.

However, just at the moment Wang Tao pointed at Yang Qin, he felt his finger as if being tightly gripped by something.

"Advance! Why not advance? The shame belongs to Zhuang Baodao, not to me, Fan Hun." Fan Hun smiled and said.

Gu Sheng's lips unconsciously curved upward; he murmured, "I know why your mother, when she has unhappy matters, likes to come here." His voice was very soft, but the surroundings were very quiet.

Thinking that perhaps one day it might serve some purpose; after all, she was the one who delivered the child, and perhaps one day, upon finding that child, she would need to identify it.

A Nu did not speak more; the grudge between Shen Zhizhi and Jian Kong, in fact, she did not know much about.

Her gaze traveled downward, passing over the tall, flat, and slender form. Even though covered by a thin quilt, her graceful figure was fully visible, stirring an impulse in people to lift the quilt and feast their eyes.

Seeing the flag of the Yibei Tribe reappear on the sand table, her hand itched a bit; she particularly wanted to remove it.

"Haha, Senior Brother Qian, you are concerned; it is basically all fine. I am currently applying medicinal mud to my face; the doctor said that after I finish applying the medicine, my face will be even better than before. Haha, it is truly a blessing in disguise!" As soon as she spoke of this matter, Qian Xu was very happy, because in fact, her face now barely showed any sign of the allergy.

So she put down her phone, lay on the window, and gazed hopefully toward the direction of the office gate; indeed, she was not disappointed, for this time she saw her senior brother's figure.

After Zhu Gongxiao died, his several sons were no good; some sons died at the hands of the peasant armies, and two sons defected to the Manchus, only to be killed by a single Manchu sword stroke. Only one grandson fled with the refugees to Guangzhou, took refuge under Zhu Hongsan, and luckily lived until now.

She smiled with profound mystery; Ling Fei Kuang's heart could not help but skip a beat, and his face immediately darkened.

Go find whichever rich person you like to find; she would even be kind enough to give you a ride, leading you to this place where rich people gather, easy to hook a golden turtle husband. But please stay far away from my son.

Back when he was in Wang Fu, he was the most humble servant; but only because the Wang Fei had looked upon him differently back then did he have his status today. This grace of recognition, he would keep in his heart for a lifetime.

Song Yiyi pouted, her eyeballs rolled; seeing that the box which had previously held the jade bracelet was already gone, she could not help but feel curious in her heart.

"Even if he withdraws, you accompany him; how do you accompany? Chasing a life that has nothing to do with you with your own youth, your own life?" Gu Lian shook her head in disagreement.

Clear footsteps came from outside, accompanied by the loud noise of the Imperial Guard's armor clashing as they ran, mixed with the sound of rain, approaching from far to near. The last to enter was the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Hu Yi, and... Yun Shang.

"You come from the Jin Kingdom; is there any discomfort here? The customs of the two countries are indeed different; if there is any place causing discomfort, you may speak to me, and I will have someone handle it." The Empress Dowager asked with concern.

Zhao Fuxin's words did not enter Da Niu's ears at all; only this sentence, "A gentleman's revenge is never too late even after ten years," was heard clearly and truly.