Chapter 28 I Want Them All

Mo Qingkuang carefully sat down on the chair, only daring to touch half of his butt so that he could run away at any time.

"You are young and quite timid. I think back then, I had a fight with Old Fu and the others in front of His Majesty." Seeing that Mo Qingkuang still couldn't let go, Zheng Tao couldn't help but glare at him.

"Dean Zheng, don't we want to test our age?" Mo Qingkuang didn't dare to continue and told the business.

"I noticed your heels as soon as you came in. Is there anything to check?" Zheng Tao rolled his eyes at Mo Qingkuang with disdain and poured him a cup of hot tea, "Here, drink tea."

Mo Qingkuang hurriedly took it and took a careful sip, not daring to say anything more.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will covet your god-level skills?" Zheng Tao fiddled with the camellia flowers on the surface of the tea cup and said slowly.

Mo Qingkuang stood up suddenly and looked at Zheng Tao in horror: "How do you know I have..."

Zheng Tao did not raise his head, and remained calm: "Boy, I have lived a long time, seen a lot, and know a little more than you. Sit down, I really want to steal your skills, do you think you Can you still run away?"

Mo Qingkuang looked deeply at Zheng Tao for a long time, constantly asking Mo Fan for instructions on what to do.

"Why panic? Anyway, I can't beat him if I'm possessed. Since I can't resist, why not try to enjoy it?" Mo Fan said softly.

He was not worried at all that Zheng Tao would covet "The Art of Fallen Leaves in the Wind" because Zheng Tao was an upright and upright man, otherwise he would not have been able to serve as a role model for so many years.

This is a character in his works. His character is determined, so he doesn't panic.

After thinking about it, my ancestor was right, he couldn't run away anyway.

He simply relaxed his whole body, sat down on the chair, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then leaned softly on the backrest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Tsk, bah. If you have any instructions, senior, just tell me." Mo Qingkuang let himself go completely, breaking through the chewed tea leaves in his mouth and asked.

Seeing Mo Qingkuang suddenly acting wildly, Zheng Tao was stunned for a moment, and then started to smile.

"Hehehe, this is your true face, I suddenly feel that you are still as good as before."

Mo Qingkuang shrugged nonchalantly: "It wasn't the dean who told me not to be nervous."

"Well, the old man asked for too much." Zheng Tao smiled, "Do you know why I came to you?"

"I don't know."

"There were more than a thousand participants in this martial arts competition, and the top 100 in both civil and military positions at the Imperial College were awarded."

"I know this. I only took the martial arts test, not the literary test. I have never read a book." Mo Qingkuang nodded. He is a dandy young man, and he has always stayed away from such things as studying.

"Before I finished speaking, I received information that Yuan Jian Sect secretly sent many disciples to participate in the martial arts competition, hoping to disgrace me, Zhongzhou."

"Oh? What does that have to do with me? I just need to be in the top 100. I still have this kind of confidence." Mo Qingkuang didn't care.

"Originally, it didn't have much to do with you, but, although the Yuanjian Sect had done tricks in the past, they were not as big as this time. In the final analysis, it was because you helped Yan'er and Nizi that they fell into trouble in the Nianhua King's Tomb. Come on, they're here for a show." Zheng Tao pointed at Mo Qingkuang and said calmly.

"Because of me?" Mo Qingkuang was shocked. Is this Yuanjian Sect so narrow-minded?

I did make them lose a lot of face in the Mausoleum of King Nianhua, but coming to the royal family to find a place is a bit too much.

Mo Fan was not surprised when he heard Zheng Tao's words.

Because according to the original plot, Yuan Jian Sect also sent many disciples to Zhongzhou to participate in the imperial examination and won the first prize in one fell swoop. Later, they gave up joining the Imperial Academy and switched to Yuan Jian Sect, further suppressing the reputation of the royal family.

It is worth mentioning that the winner is Lin Yang.

This time, Yuan Jian Zong came.

"You want me to stop them?" Mo Qingkuang was not a fool and quickly understood what Zheng Tao meant.

Zheng Tao nodded: "Yes, I believe you have also heard that Zhongzhou's luck is gradually declining, and the quality of young talents is not as good as the four major sects. Originally, we could take advantage of the loopholes in the rules and use older players as reference to block. But it doesn’t look good in the end.”

"You have extraordinary strength and comply with the rules. I think you are very suitable."

Mo Fan also knew this time that Zhongzhou had already prepared, forging his age and arranging for young people to take pills to improve their cultivation.

There were more than a dozen people who were second- and third-grade martial artists. In the end, there was even a fourth-grade martial artist who faced Lin Yang in the finals.

Although Zhongzhou’s agencies had calculated everything and secretly changed the rules of the game, they were ultimately defeated by the protagonist Lin Yang. As a result, Lin Yang became famous in one fell swoop and was out of control.

"Don't agree too quickly, talk about the benefits first," Mo Fan reminded. He brought Mo Qingkuang here with the intention of winning the martial arts champion. Since both parties have the same goal, why not take advantage of the opportunity?

When Mo Qingkuang heard this, he nodded secretly. After pondering for a while, why did he do this: "Dean Zheng, it is not impossible to ask me to help block the attack. But the disciples of Yuanjian Sect are all extraordinary, and the juniors are of low strength, so I'm afraid they are not capable enough."

How old is Zheng Tao? One of the representatives of the Tianxuan Golden Generation who was both civil and military, as soon as he heard Mo Qingkuang's words, he knew that this boy was asking for benefits.

"Tell me, what benefits do you want?"

"Ancestor, what do we want?" Mo Qingkuang asked secretly.

"What do you think?"

Mo Qingkuang thought, "Ancestor, what do you think about us asking him to learn some high-level martial arts skills?"

"You can't chew too much. What you have now is not good enough?" Mo Fan shook his head.

"Then, do you want some magic weapons? Or high-level elixirs? I don't have any weapons that suit me yet." Mo Qingkuang asked again.

"Fool! You don't want him to accept you as his personal disciple? He is the dean of the martial arts academy. By then, he will have all kinds of skills, martial arts, magic weapons and elixirs. He can also be your big backer!" Mo Fan rolled his eyes. This kid is really stupid.

That's right! Skills, martial arts, magic weapons, elixirs, I want them all!

Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes, turned over, knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "Junior has always been self-taught, suffering from the lack of famous teachers. If the dean can accept me as his personal disciple, I dare not do my best to protect the dignity of my teacher?"

Zheng Tao couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise on his face when he heard this. This kid really knows how to hit the snake with a stick. He wants benefits from me?

However, he is also very satisfied with Kuang Qing's talent. As soon as he received the news that Kuang Qing had signed up for the martial arts exam, he rushed here immediately. Seeing him beat Li Ang with one move, he was even more satisfied. He had already had the idea of ​​accepting him as his disciple.

However, on the surface, he still had to be careful: "You are gifted and can become a talent by self-study. There are many famous teachers in the Imperial College. I have never taught students in my life. I am afraid that I will mislead the students."

"Not right, not right, you can change the conditions. I believe that the royal family will not be stingy in rewarding you with skills, elixirs, and magic weapons."