Chapter 29: No Longer a Dog

When Mo Qingkuang heard this and saw that Zheng Tao did not firmly refuse, he knew that there was a chance. With Mo Fan's spoiler reminder, he hurriedly said: "Dean, my admiration for you is like a torrent of water. I heard that Principal Fu's disciple is known as the number one genius in Zhongzhou. I believe he must have shown off in front of you a lot, right? Don't worry, as long as you can accept a disciple, you can show off in front of anyone in the future!"

This is exactly what Zheng Tao wants. He has never accepted a disciple, not because he does not want to train a successor, but because he has not found a suitable one.

A few years ago, he was quite satisfied with Chen Kong, the champion of the previous martial arts examination, but he was snatched away by Fu Qing.

Although the three big men of the Imperial College have always been dissatisfied with each other, they actually have a good relationship. The competition of the older generation will naturally continue to the next generation.

But this Chen Kong is very talented. He has repeatedly broken through the realm in the past three years. His strength has surpassed Hua Ge's disciples who have been trained for many years. He has become the number one genius in Zhongzhou and is also extremely advanced on the Potential Dragon List.

This old master is a man who can't control his mouth. He always tells everyone how powerful his disciples are. When he competed with Zheng Tao for people, Chen Kong took the initiative to join his Fu Qing school and often showed off in front of Zheng Tao.

Zheng Tao was also angry when he thought of this, and looked at Mo Qingkuang carefully.

He was about sixteen years old, with god-level skills, a first-class martial artist, and a ground-level root bone. He had a very high level of comprehension. He could cultivate ground-level martial arts in a short period of time and had a certain ability to fight across levels.

He was a good seedling in any way. If he was trained well, he would not be much worse than Chen Kong!

"Do you really want to be my disciple?" Zheng Tao stared at Mo Qingkuang deeply, and his momentum suddenly changed, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

Mo Qingkuang was not surprised but happy to see this. This was not Zheng Tao wanting to teach him a lesson, but rather a test from the master before the disciple entered the sect.

He straightened his back, his eyes were firm, and the deep hatred in his heart, the hope of the family's rise, and the belief in becoming a strong man were all supporting him!

"I really want to be the dean's disciple!" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth and said word by word under the pressure of a mountain.

"Think about it carefully..." Zheng Tao smiled, and the pressure suddenly increased a lot.

Mo Qingkuang groaned and fell to the ground.

Then he straightened his spine stubbornly and looked at Zheng Tao firmly.

As time passed, Mo Qingkuang's forehead was sweating and his teeth were almost bleeding. He still didn't give in.

Zheng Tao nodded and turned his back.

Mo Qingkuang felt the pressure on his body relieved, and he took a breath. He stood up with a flushed face and gasped: "Are you agreeing?"

"Let's talk about it after you take down the martial arts champion..." Zheng Tao waved his hand, and Mo Qingkuang flew out and fell flat on his face.

"Teacher, just wait." Mo Qingkuang knew that he had passed the test, took a look at the closed door, and jumped out happily.

In the room, Zheng Tao pursed his lips with a slight smile, muttering: "Old Fu's disciple is the martial arts champion, so my disciple must be a martial arts champion at least. Brat, don't let me down."

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Seeing Mo Qingkuang coming out of the inner hall in a mess, unable to hide his joy, Han Yan'er, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately went to meet him.

"What took you so long?"

Mo Qingkuang lifted his messy hair and said shamelessly: "Just now when I went in, there was an old man who said that I was more handsome than him! He insisted on taking me as his disciple!"

"Old man? What old man?" Han Yan'er was puzzled. Those who checked their ages were not all some of the court's tributes, and their strength was generally at the level of grandmasters.

Mo Qingkuang pretended to be ignorant and said: "An old man, who looks quite handsome. He also claimed to be the dean of some martial arts academy, and his name was Zheng Tao."

Han Yan'er rolled her eyes when she heard this, why don't you go to heaven? What kind of person is Dean Zheng? He insisted on taking you as his disciple? And you are more handsome than him?

Do you have any shame, Kuang Qing? It is true that Dean Zheng is good-looking, but for you, a country bumpkin with dark skin, it is flattering to say that you are average-looking.

"Can you stop bragging?"

Mo Qingkuang smiled: "No, the old man said that as long as I can win the martial arts champion, he will accept me as his personal disciple."

"That's quite decent." Han Yan'er glared at him.

Kuang Qing is already very talented. If he can win the martial arts champion, it is not impossible for Dean Zheng to have the idea of ​​accepting him as a disciple.

However, with Kuang Qing's strength, it is still difficult to win the championship.

The martial arts exam is limited to 18 years old, and Kuang Qing is only 16 years old. Those candidates who are close to 18 may not be as talented, but their strength is still stronger. It is even possible for some to reach the third or fourth rank!

What's more, there is also the Yuanjian Sect to disrupt this imperial examination, which makes it even more difficult!

Thinking of this, Han Yan'er said, "This is not a place to talk. Go to my house first. I have something to tell you."

"Is there anything you can't say here? Girls are really troublesome." Mo Qingkuang was in high spirits, and his dandy nature could not be restrained. He laughed exaggeratedly.

The voice was loud, and many people at the scene heard it, and they were all shocked and opened their mouths.

Is this kid teasing the Ninth Princess?

Han Yan'er's cheeks quickly climbed up a blush, and she glared at Mo Qingkuang fiercely! What the hell is this?

If he hadn't helped her in the Nianhua Royal Mausoleum and was selected by Dean Zheng, this time the imperial examination might have relied on him. Han Yan'er wanted to ask the guards to sew this kid's mouth shut.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Hurry up and go, I have something serious to discuss with you!" Han Yan'er stomped her feet in anger, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into! She grabbed Mo Qingkuang's hand and rushed out.

Seeing this scene, a sound of dislocated bones rang out in the hall of the government office.

"A brother is here to mess with you..."

"Put your chin up first!"

"Ka"

"The Ninth Princess is holding a man's hand?"

Han Yan'er has always been the dream lover of all the young talents in Zhongzhou. Her temperament is cold and pure, and she is widely sought after by everyone.

Who dared to talk to her so frivolously? Shockingly, the ending not only did not annoy Han Yan'er and bring about a disaster of death, but she was so ashamed that she pulled the guy's hand and ran away.

Is it that our pursuit method is wrong? Or is Kuang Qing's talent so strong that the Ninth Princess can pay for him?

"I said a long time ago, don't be a licking dog. Look, the sound of the licking dogs in the hall drooling, did you hear it? The more noble the woman is, the more disgusted she is with licking dogs!" Mo Fan's teasing voice came, waking Mo Qingkuang from the relaxed and happy tenderness.

He was dragged by Han Yan'er for half a street without realizing it.

Feeling the smoothness that moved his heart, Mo Qingkuang deeply regretted that he had always responded to Chu Yanran's requests and acted in a flattering manner!

He secretly swore in his heart: The ancestors were right, licking until there is nothing left. I will never be a licking dog again!