While Ziyuan's disciples were running around the martial arts field, Xiao Shutong counted circles aside, while Chu Yue wiped Xiao Huaigang's silver snake spear under the shade of the tree.

The sunlight refracts from the branches and sprinkles in scattering.

Chu Yue looked at the shiny and sharp silver snake spear, her eyes slightly wafted, and her heart trembled slightly.

Only this last one is missing...

The nineteenth major general in Zhenbei will be able to arrive!

The complete Zhenbei Army will surely regain its glory.

Shenwu Chang'an is no longer the defeated enemy of the vassal states!

She wanted Mu Qinghuang to take a look at this prosperous Chang'an and the Zhenbei Army waiting for her to wake up.

Thinking of this, Chu Yue's eyes were gentle and his anger was much less.

The tiny stream of light smudged on her body, flew over red clothes, like a banished immortal from the gods, which was completely different from the Ninth Elder who had just acted decisively and decisively.

When the red-haired boy ran around the circle, he looked back and was particularly puzzled.

Why can someone in the world be more violent and fierce than wild animals, but more gentle than the spring breeze?

The new elder is such a contradictory and strange person.

Time passes slowly like a flash of time.

In the evening, in front of the pilgrimage tower of the academy, the disciples of the academy were gathered one after another.

As we all know, the pilgrimage tower has a purifying effect like a drum, and a drum is like a Buddha's voice.

Therefore, after being exhausted from practicing martial arts every day, you will come to the area of ​​the pilgrimage tower in the evening. Listening to the sound of Prajna Buddha will be of great benefit to the mind of the martial arts.

But for so many years, only Ziyuan's disciples have never been here once, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

The news that the ninth elder Ye Chuyue entered Ziyuan spread throughout Yangyang Academy.

Although Xue Yingying is a tragic servant, she can also come to the pilgrimage tower to receive the cleansing of the holy virtue at the hour of You.

She specially changed into Sheng Xue's water-sleeved white dress and applied tempting makeup. With the company of Li Feiran, the son of Lord Li Yuan and a group of friends of her classmates, she came to the place of the Saint Tower.

Li Feiran whispered: "Senior Sister Xue, as you said, news has been heard that the Ninth Elder is confident to bring Ziyuan's disciples to the pilgrimage tower."

Xue Yingying grinned, "In this way, if she does not bring the 300 disciples to the pilgrimage tower, then the majesty of her new elder will disappear."

Li Feiran said: "Senior sister, is it really OK to do this?"

"Feiran, we are all for the college." Xue Yingying said.

Li Feiran nodded.

Ziyuan, martial arts field.

The waiter came to say something to Xiao Shutong. Xiao Shutong hurried to Chu Yue, "Elder Ye, something big happened."

"What's the big deal? Master Li Yuan is pregnant?" Chu Yue leaned against the tree, hugged the fox, leisurely flirted with the medical book, and looked at the shocked little book boy in confusion.

Xiao Shutong was stunned for a moment, then said with a bitter face: "Elder, don't be humorous. Something big has happened. I don't know what happened. It's been rumored that you would take Ziyuan's disciples to the pilgrimage tower to receive baptism. It's already been a storm. Elder, you're going to be in a difficult situation, but what should you do?"

Chu Yue looked at the Shutong with a vivid expression and wailing endlessly, and suddenly said, "I think storytelling is more suitable for you than being a Shutong."

The little book boy was like a thorn in his throat, a little speechless.

The Ninth Elder's focus is very strange.

"Elder!!"

Xiao Shutong stomped his feet: "It's the hour of You now. Listen, the sound is ringing. What should I do?"

"Then go and have a look at the fun."

Chu Yue put down the medical book, stood up and stretched, "It's time to pack up some jumping clowns."

After saying that, he walked forward and looked at the breathless disciples of Ziyuan, "All with me to go to the pilgrimage tower."

The three hundred disciples were unwilling to leave Ziyuan and were struggling to run around.

"If you go, today's running lap will end here. On the contrary, there will be three thousand laps tonight." Chu Yue smiled, unable to be gentle.

Suddenly, Xiao Shutong saw in shock that the group of Ziyuan disciples appeared quickly behind Chu Yue. The boy in red smiled at Chu Yue: "Elder, you've told me earlier."

Xiao Shutong only felt that he had never known these Ziyuan disciples, and the injuries on Li Yuanzhu were also in vain.
Chapter completed!