Repugnant Gateway Chapter 184

The matter of An Zeng fighting with a martial academy's instructor was handled in an extremely low-key manner. However, this did not mean that the dean was fond of An Zhe. He was just like the vice headmaster, Chang Huan, and disliked Zhang Tong.

An Zhe even felt that even without this matter, Zhang Tong would still be chased away by words.

Then An He became interested. He looked up this Zhang Tong's past and found that this man had a big background.

Zhang Xuan was introduced to her by the headmaster of the Great Cauldron Academy, Su Pei. That was to say, he had some connections with the empress dowager.

However, there were only two possibilities for Zhang Datong not to remain in the Great Cauldron Academy with Su Pei.

Firstly, Su Pei knew that Zhang Tong didn't have any skills and wasn't worthy of being a lecturer at the Grand Cauldron Academy.

Secondly, Zhang Xuan had some skill with this person, and he was sent by Su Pei as a spy.

Many people had doubts about this, but they weren't sure which of these two points it was.

However, the answer to this question came after the fight with An He, because he had been beaten to a pulp by An He.

That day, the competition did not end because of the conflict between Zhang Tong and An Ye. All the disciples under Chang Huan's tutelage had completed the competition, and without exception, they were all punished or rewarded according to the rules he had set previously.

Thus, according to the rules, both of them had the right to enter the library.

Originally, An Zeng had no interest in going to the Book Building, because he had no interest in those low-grade skills.

However, after having been to the bookstore before the investigation, An Zhe suddenly had an interest in the bookstore.

The Martial Arts Academy had no control over the time a student would take to go to the library. Even if you went there in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be a problem.

Of course, he was only referring to the first level.

It was already very dark when An He fought his way into the bookstore. The three of them went back to the sect first.

The reason he was left alone was because he had stayed in the Dean's room for a very long time.

No matter how much he said and didn't like Zhang Tong, in the end, he couldn't be blamed for it. He could say that it was An Zhe who beat Zhang Ye up and ran away.

Thus, in his study, he had taught An Zaihai for two hours to maintain a minimum level of respect for the lecturer.

After that, they discovered that the position of the dean was not something that could be easily done by a single person.

How hard is it to keep up a one-hour education and to make sure you don't repeat it?

After leaving the reserved study, An Zhe went straight to the bookstore.

There were still people moving around on the first floor, trying to find a technique that could rejuvenate him.

Of course, such a technique existed in this world, but it would definitely not exist on the first floor of the academy.

The only things that could be found here were the most basic things.

Someone on the first floor was in charge of verifying the students' identities. After An Zaiyue entered the classroom, the slightly boorish teacher only raised his head to glance at him before lowering his head to continue drinking.

He was sitting in front of a small stool on the floor in front of the entrance to the building.

On the bench were a plate of peanuts, a plate of cooked beef, and a small jug of wine.

An Zeng stood in front of the door and looked around. Then, he squatted down in front of the instructor and shamelessly asked, ""Can I have some?""

The instructor was stunned for a moment. He looked at An Zhe with an indescribable expression that only added to your thick skin. He nodded his head in extreme dissatisfaction. ""Eat it …"" … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

It was as if An Zhe did not hear the displeasure in the other person's tone. He squatted there shamelessly, picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, ""The fried peanuts are just perfect. Some people think it's the easiest way to fry a peanut, but in reality, there aren't many people who can master it so well.

""The older one is the more bitter, and the more tender one is the more bitter."" ""… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …""

""Furthermore, it takes a long time for the temperature to drop after the peanut is out of the pan, so most people think it's wrong for the peanut to be out of the pan after it's cooked. It's usually fried until it's charred.""

An Zou pinched a second peanut and put it in his mouth. ""Did you fry this yourself, sir?""

The instructor looked at An Zaiyue with much friendlier eyes. He pushed the plate of peanuts in front of An Zhe and said, ""Of course it's me. Kid, you have a good eye.""

Peanut was the sort of thing that people liked the most. No matter how much they tried, they would always eat it.

You can fry it, you can cook it, you can eat it raw, you can make peanut butter. ""

An Zongming said, ""In terms of drinking, if you don't have peanuts, you won't be able to bear it.""

The instructor glanced at Anjou and said, ""Speak, what do you want from me?""

""That's not right. What can you ask me for?""

""Wait a minute.""

He turned and ran out, and returned less than half an hour later with a handful of kebabs.

The instructor sighed. ""Aren't you the one who bought it for me?""

An Zhan chuckled and put down the skewers. ""I do indeed have a favor to ask of you, Mister.""

The instructor said, ""My name is Song Qiao Sheng. It's been a long time since I've taught students, so you don't need to call me Mister.""

""My duty now is to guard the first floor of this bookstore, day after day, year after year.""

An Zhe noticed that there was a small room behind Song Qiao Sheng. The door was very small, and one could not see it from behind the bookshelves if they didn't take a closer look.

Thus, Song Qiao was most likely living here. Perhaps it had been a long time since he left the library.

Anjou had heard before that the teachers in the library were all very special, and their tempers were eccentric.

Now that he thought about it, he couldn't leave this place all day. It would be weird if his temper wasn't eccentric if he didn't even have someone to rest with.

The students also discussed among themselves, saying that the teachers in the library had actually committed a mistake.

Therefore, unless the next person who committed a grave mistake came in to replace them, they were never allowed to leave the library.

The small room behind the bookcase was simple, but it had everything.

On the doorframe someone had carved two lines with a knife. On one side was a three-cup road, and on the other a fight with nature.

It must be someone with a story, he thought to himself.

""What do you want from me?""

Song Qiao picked up a skewer and took a bite. His eyes lit up. ""This is the skewer with a small mustache that walks two streets outside the Martial Arts Academy, right?""

An Xuan nodded. ""Yes!""

Song Qiao said, ""It's been a few years since I last ate it. It seems that I haven't left the library for over two thousand days.""

He looked at An Zhe. ""Speak.""

After sorting out his words, An Xuan said, ""Teacher, have you seen someone called Ding Shengxia? He came to the bookstore not long ago.""

Song Qiao said, ""Although you don't leave the library, you know who you are and what happened between you and Ding Shengxia.""

What do you suspect when you ask about this all of a sudden? ""

An Xuan said, ""I'm not sure, but when I fought with Ding Shengxia, I found that he used a very special martial art. It was something I had never seen before.""

I checked and found out that Ding Shengxia came to the bookstore before my duel.

Maybe he found some amazing cultivation technique in the library, but he was just curious …

Song Qiao said carelessly, ""I don't care about the second floor he goes to.""

However, there weren't any extraordinary techniques on the second floor. Speaking of which, the Martial Arts Academy only had one impressive manual, which was on the third floor.

""It makes you feel special. Tell me how it feels.""

An Zhan hesitated for a moment before replying, ""Xie!""

Just this one word, Song Qiao's expression abruptly changed, ""Xie?""

An Chao nodded. ""After thinking about it, there's only one word to describe it.""

""It's just that it's very evil. Whether it's the way it's done or the way it's operated, it's very strange.""

Song Qiao's expression became more and more strange. He asked An Zhan, ""What is this evil art?""

An Zaiyue briefly told the story of his fight with Ding Shengxia. There was some unfathomable … fear in Song Qiao's eyes.

A lecturer who hadn't left the library for several years, why would his eyes be filled with fear after hearing An Zeng's words?

""Come with me.""

Song Qiao stood up and said, ""The library is going to clean up as usual, you guys can come back tomorrow.""

The students who were still searching for a cultivation technique looked at each other, then put away the book in their hands and left with some dissatisfaction.

These people were mostly from the Humble Class and normally wouldn't come into contact with so many cultivation techniques, even if it was a low-level one.

To them, cultivation was a very luxurious thing.

After Song Qiao and the others had all left, they closed the doors to the library and quickly went up to the second floor.

At the corner of the stairs on the second floor was a small table and a chair.

A female lecturer was sitting upright on the chair. She looked dignified and beautiful, around thirty to forty years old.

She always seemed so quiet, as if nothing would disturb her.

""Something's happened.""

Song Qiao ran up and said these three words.

The female instructor was slightly stunned. ""You came up … because of that matter?""

She looked at An Zeng warily. Song Qiao said, ""He was the one who brought the news. You can ask him.""

Tell her what you said to me, Anjou. ""

An Zaiyue didn't know why Song Chunsheng was so nervous, but he felt that it had something to do with Ding Shengxia's strange cultivation technique and style of conduct.

Perhaps … Ding Shengxia had really gotten something from the bookstore after its huge change.

The female teacher was already sitting upright, and now she straightened her body even more.

She turned her head slightly to the side, and her face was pretty.

An Zhe had no choice but to recount the battle between him and Ding Shengxia. Of course, there were some things he didn't say, such as the black spear.

Before Old Huo discovered anything, he must not hand over this black gun.

An Zeng thought that the female instructor would have some reaction after he finished speaking, but she only frowned and said to An Zeng, ""It's already too late. You can go back now.""

""For the time being, don't mention this to anyone. No one.""

""Is that all?""

The female lecturer nodded. ""That's it. You can leave.""

Since he couldn't stay, he had no choice but to leave the library.

After he left the library, he raised his head and looked back. He faintly heard a dispute, and he could also see the shadow of Song Qiao on the window. He seemed rather excited.

Song Qiao Sheng and the female instructor surely knew something.

An Zaiyue felt that the Martial Arts Academy wasn't as simple as it seemed. He also felt more and more suspicious that Song Chaosheng hadn't left for so many years because he had done something wrong.

Perhaps he hadn't left for more than a thousand days. What he was guarding was not some low-level cultivation technique, but something more important.

An Zeng walked a few steps and looked back, until he could no longer see Song Qiao rising from the window on the second floor.

However, just as An Zeng was about to leave the Martial Arts Academy, Song Qiao chased after him and held An Zhe's hand. ""Bring me to the place where you fought with that guy.""

An Zeng was stunned. Before he could react, there was something under his buttocks, and it was getting bigger.

In an instant, An Zaiyue felt like he was floating. When he looked again, he discovered that he was already sitting on top of a huge wine gourd.

""Which way?""

""How far?""

Song Qiao asked.

After An Zhe replied, the gourd shot out with an unbelievable speed.

At the same time, the vice headmaster would happily run to the headmaster's reserved entrance and knock on the door, ""Sir … something has happened.""

He sat up and asked, ""What is it?""

""Song Qiao left the library.""

Yan Gui's facial expression changed drastically, ""You go to the library first, I'll be right there.""

Chapter end