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Capital University is one of the top three universities in the country.

The faculty here is strong and the academic atmosphere is extremely strong.

According to legend, a long time ago, the enrollment of Beijing University was distributed all over the country.

At that time, although the regional divisions were still there, as long as they were admitted to Capital University, no matter whether they were ordinary people, aristocratic families, or poor families.

Officials from all regions must not stop them, and the barriers between regions must not be used to prevent students from studying at Capital University.

Therefore, the capital university in those years can be said to be the benchmark of universities in the whole country.

It is also the yearning of the students.

But after some years, until the current lord of the Central Plains, the Zhao family came to power.

Everything changed a lot.

First of all, the enrollment of Capital University must be limited to the six provinces of the Central Plains.

In addition, the enrollment of other fields has been reduced.

Even if you meet the requirements, you have to go through layers of checkpoints, and it is almost impossible to enter Capital University to study.

Unless it is a child of a well-known aristocratic family who ranks in the national rankings, it is possible to enter the Capital University to study.

There are rumors that today's Capital University is no longer the university of Longguo, but the university of Beijing itself.

But even so, the academic atmosphere here is still very good.

This had to make Li Wendong imagine how open, how free, and how strong the academic atmosphere was in the previous Capital University.

He rode a bicycle along a cultural corridor to the ring road next to the playground.

Next to the playground is the basketball court, and there are quite a number of students sweating inside.

They are passionate about sports and full of youthful spirit.

This made Li Wendong a little envious.

He has never been to school since he was a child, and all the knowledge he learned was in Wutai, and he learned it from his master for a period of time.

Then there was a private school with the next door neighbor, a teacher, for a year.

This teacher is a good friend of the master. Li Wendong only went up the mountain when he was 13 years old.

At first, the teacher did not have contact with other people.

Only when the master was seeing a doctor with him did he get in touch with him.

Knowing that this person is a teacher, I was very happy, so I started to open a private school at the foot of the mountain.

After all, some villages under Wutai Mountain are relatively poor.

There are also many children who cannot afford to go to school.

At first, the schoolteacher was reluctant to take on the job.

One has no money, and the other is thankless.

The so-called troublemakers come out of poor mountains and remote areas.

There are indeed some problems in the villages at the foot of the mountain.

Back then, when the Donghai Song family launched a strategy to enrich the villages in the entire East China Sea region, they did not forget Mount Wutai.

But the villagers in these villages at the foot of the mountain, most of them are lazy.

Some motivated young people have gone out to work.

Then, it was gone forever, and I didn't want to come back.

Later, the Song family almost gave up this place and let it run its course.

However, in the follow-up, Qi Taibai united with some old people and sought someone many times, still hoping to build a school.

But half of the school was built, and the money was stolen by the local village chiefs.

In a fit of anger, Qi Taibai stopped doing it.

But later, this teacher came, after that, Qi Taibai seemed to gain confidence.

If the school is not running, then run a private school.

After finally convincing Mr. Teacher, the private school at the foot of the mountain opened.

At first there was only one student, Li Wendong, but the number gradually increased.

A year later, when Li Wendong left, there were already more than twenty students in the class.

For private schools in poor areas, there are already many.

Li Wendong also suspended his private school and left because he wanted to learn martial arts from his master.

To this day, Li Wendong still remembers the teacher who taught him culture for a year. His name is Zhou Xueqian. He is a gentle and elegant literati, but he doesn't pay attention to appearance.

Looking at these scenes, Li Wendong also recalled some of his own deeds.

If he really went from private school to middle school, he might also be admitted to university.

At that time, Li Wendong's situation will be different.

When he was about to leave, suddenly a basketball flew out of the basketball court.

Li Wendong smiled.

"Hey? Classmate? Pick it up for me, thank you."

Li Wendong bent over and kicked the basketball back.

The basketball crossed a beautiful arc and fell directly into the frame.

hit!

"Wow!!"

On the field, many people were stunned.

It actually entered!

This is too exaggerated!

At the same time, Li Wendong left without leaving a cloud behind.

He continued along Xuefu Avenue, all the way forward.

There are more and more people on campus.

It turned out to be a campus singer who was singing here.

This is a male student wearing very eye-catching clothes, and half of his hair is yellow.

At this moment, he is holding a microphone, dancing hip-hop, and singing wantonly.

This is how chic and debauchery.

Behind him, there is a guitarist and a drummer, and they are all trying their best to cooperate.

It looks like this is a campus band singing scene.

Coincidentally, Li Wendong came to a relatively front position, and carefully observed the status of these band singers, and...

The state of their fans.

Most of them were girls, and they cheered wildly. The expressions on their faces were so ferocious that they were a little scary.

kindness?

fear?

Why did you say this word?

Li Wendong was a little strange, and looked at the status of these girls again.

Just like the state of those fanatical fans, their eyes are full of fanaticism.

And seemed to be about to cry.

"This should be a very popular band, although Li Wendong has never heard of these people."

He listened to a song that was too rock 'n' roll for his liking.

So he backed out, and as soon as he walked away, many people rushed over from this position, trying to grab the good position where Li Wendong was standing just now.

Li Wendong also shook his head helplessly, and rode away directly.

He continued to ride forward, turned a corner, and on the other side of the playground was another promenade.

Here, there are more than a dozen booths, most of which display books, calligraphy and paintings, and sculptures.

Li Wendong was more interested, and looked at the stalls one by one.

One of the paintings surprised Li Wendong: "Did you draw this painting?"

The stall owner was a boy wearing glasses. Hearing this, he said angrily, "Look at what you said. I didn't draw it. Could it be that you did it?"

Li Wendong was also taken aback, looking at the nomination below: Academy of Arts, Class 21, Grade [-].

oh?This man is really a student.

This is really his painting.

It's just that this surprised Li Wendong even more.

Because, he could see that the standard of this painting was quite high.

There is a style of a certain Chinese painting master in the early years.

At this level, this student can draw to this extent?

If you want to say copying, this copying is too similar.

It almost reached the similarity of Shen Yun.

This had to make Li Wendong extremely surprised.

He looked at the student again, smiled and said:

"Please don't get me wrong. I just think this painting is of a master's level. I didn't expect you to be able to draw it at such a young age. It is really rare."

When the male student heard the compliment, he also laughed and said proudly:

"Of course, this painting is my proudest work in the past two years."

"But this is not the end, I will draw more classic works in the future."

"My works will definitely be handed down for thousands of years!"

kindness?

This sounds a little crazy.

Li Wendong also looked at this person carefully again. He was very young, with a very immature face, but a little unshaven.

Seems like the raunchy artist type.

Li Wendong didn't refute, just expressed his blessing, and then prepared to leave.

"Hey? Senior, don't you plan to buy a pair? Today I have a big discount, only [-]!"

Hearing that he was called a senior, Li Wendong was also a little complacent.

But he still smiled and waved his hands: "I'm sorry, I can't appreciate it even if I bought it, so let's look forward to someone who is destined."

Then left.

The man was left muttering, not knowing what he was complaining about.

Then Li Wendong came to the next stall, and the stall owner was writing on the spot.

After writing, if you are satisfied, you can buy it, it is very cheap.

If he is not satisfied, he will stay by himself.

This is more interesting, Li Wendong stopped to watch.

After a while, he wrote three copybooks.

Li Wendong watched it for a long time, but was discovered by the stall owner, and said with a smile: "Senior, you have been watching for a long time, do you have anything you want to write? I will write it for you."

Li Wendong smiled and looked at the stall owner, who was also wearing glasses with a relatively high prescription.

At this moment he was looking forward to looking at himself.

Li Wendong nodded: "I like one word."

"Oh? What's the word?" The stall owner was already grinding.

Li Wendong thought for a while: "Sword."

The stall owner was stunned: "Which sword?"

"The sword of the sword, the sword of the sword."

The stall owner smiled: "There are not many people who write this, it seems that the senior must be a member of the Martial Arts Club?"

Li Wendong smiled: "The person who wrote [Sword] must be from the Martial Arts Club?"

The stall owner shook his head and reopened a piece of rice paper:

"Not necessarily, but in our school, there are not many people who learn martial arts, and they are all in the martial arts club."

"Writing the word [sword] is too murderous, and most people don't like this word."

Li Wendong nodded: "That's a coincidence, I like it better."

The stall owner nodded and started writing.

But after finishing writing, Li Wendong expressed dissatisfaction.

"Too simple."

The stall owner was stunned: "Does the senior want traditional characters?"

Li Wendong shrugged: "Just write with momentum."

The stall owner nodded, pondered for a while, and then continued to write.

A sword in traditional characters is finished.

One stroke at a time, the iron draws the silver hook.

Every stroke of the pen is shocking!

"Senior, it should be fine this time." The stall owner smiled and showed the copybook to Li Wendong.

Li Wendong glanced at it, nodded and said, "It means it's here."

"But artistic conception is not enough."

"It's like copying, not owning anything at all."

This……

The stall owner was also a little embarrassed and said:

"I'm sorry, senior. I don't know martial arts myself, and I haven't touched swords. I can write to the best extent based on my own understanding. I hope seniors don't take offense."

Li Wendong looked at the sincere eyes of the stall owner and smiled, and said:

"For some reason, I always feel that you can write it."

"Why don't you try again. If it's good, I'll pay double the price and buy it."

When the stall owner heard the double price, he nodded after thinking for a moment: "Okay!"

"Senior, wait a moment."

This time, he started grinding again.

From under the cabinet, he took out another piece of rice paper.

This is the same material as the previous rice paper, but the batch is different.

Taking it out this time, the stall owner obviously felt a sense of dignity.

He exhaled and swiped the ink down.

"bass!"

All in one go!

kindness?

Li Wendong's eyes also brightened.

Before he finished writing, he was a little satisfied.

The word "sword" contains quite astonishing... killing intent!

One stroke at a time, just like a person practicing sword.

After all the gestures are completed, there will be another hook!

It is simply the finishing touch.

"call……"

After finishing writing, the stall owner also wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just writing a word made him feel exhausted.

Li Wendong looked at the stall owner quietly, and said, "You really don't know martial arts?"

The stall owner was stunned: "Martial arts? I'm a sophomore law student, senior, do I have to lie to you?"

"I've never been in martial arts before."

Li Wendong nodded and said with a smile: "The writing is very good, I bought it."

So it was double the price.

"Thank you, senior."

When leaving, Li Wendong secretly tested with his spiritual power, and he really didn't know martial arts.

Shouldn't be a lie.

"But it shouldn't be...why is there a kind of swordsmanship in his words?"

"And it's very familiar, it's not right!"

He looked back and looked at the promenade, then at the playground, at the band holding a concert in the square...

It seems that all of this is normal, but after Li Wendong felt it for a while, he felt very abnormal.

But where is the abnormality, Li Wendong has no idea at all.

He can only produce spiritual power below Zijin's high level now, and everything is somewhat restricted.

Li Wendong looked at the words in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and smiled wryly: "You are too nervous."

"This is the capital city, it is the capital city university, and it is an area you are completely unfamiliar with."

"Some strange things are normal, and they should be regarded as a kind of backlash after your cultivation has reached the high-level Zijin."

So, Li Wendong continued to stroll around with a relaxed mood.

He came to a booth, all selling books.

But the books are very common, and the title of the novel has never been heard.

After asking, I found out that the stall owner is the author. He is a senior in college this year and plans to print and sell all the novels he wrote in the four years of college.

Li Wendong asked: "Why don't you submit a manuscript? Isn't there a better chance for magazines and publishing houses?"

The girl with freckled skin whispered:

"These are returned by the publishing house."

"My book, in their eyes, has no value, otherwise, I would not choose to print it myself."

"I just want to see if everyone is willing to accept such a novel..."

With that said, Li Wendong picked up a book and read it.

After watching it for a few minutes, I was already extremely surprised...