Chang'an City, Baizi Academy.

Zheng Huaixian stood in the academy, looking at the scene on the long street with a serious expression. Song Jinmo, who was standing beside him, sat on a chair, took away the books on the table, changed into a tea set, and started to cook tea slowly.

Tea is not the new tea that Song Jinmo picked on Dongyang Mountain this year, but the water used to make tea was specially requested by Song Jinmo from the palace because this water was taken down by Taoist priests who practiced alchemy for Emperor Ming to take it from the Tianshan Mountains.

After washing tea, boiling water, making tea, and making tea, Song Jinmo gently put the tea on the table, bent down and said to Zheng Huaixian: "Sir, the tea has been cooked."

The reason why Zheng Huaixian is called Mr. is because of a bet he made with him back then, which left Zheng Huaixian, who had been unruly all his life in Confucianism, and he was Zheng Huaixian's student from then on.

Zheng Huaixian nodded, but he didn't mean to turn around and drink tea. Song Jinmo knew why Mr. was like this, because on that long street, some old man who even Mr. admired was seriously injured, and someone wanted to take this opportunity to kill him.

"Sir, Master Jie Chen really has no chance of life?"

Zheng Huaixian shook his head and then spoke, "Yes, it's just that Master Jie Chen doesn't want to."

Song Jinmo was a little surprised, "During the debate between the three religions, Master Jie Chen first took the initiative to admit defeat and damaged his own energy. The Imperial Heaven Supervision, which was about to smooth out the energy, was very annoyed. Then the Taoist real people from the National Master's Mansion went to surround and kill him, wanting to keep Jie Chen in Chang'an City. In this way, part of the energy of Buddhism will be left in the Ming Dynasty, and the dragon energy can be merged with the foundation of the Li family again, and they can develop Taoism into the first of the three religions."

"After the debate between the Three Deeds, Taoism was able to continue to retain its position as the national teacher and stand on Your Majesty's side. We Confucianism is already too deeply involved in the secular world and cannot take action. No matter what, students cannot think of the possibility of Master Jie Chen's survival."

Zheng Huaixian sighed softly, walked down the steps, came to Song Jinmo, and patted his shoulder, "Jinmo, you don't know some things, so he looks at this siege like this."

Zheng Huaixian inadvertently looked up at the sky, "When you enter the realm of saints, you will know that we saints are not as good as you want."

"As long as Master Jie Chen gives up his cultivation and energy, then no one in this world can leave Master Jie Chen in Chang'an City."

"But in this way, all the Buddhist qi will be divided up, and most of them will flow into the Li family's energy. The fortune teller's energy that would have been much smaller in the martial arts world, and it would be difficult for a saint to appear in the martial arts world."

"If Master Jie Chen is not injured, Qingfan, one of the four real people in the National Master Mansion, would never be able to defeat Master Jie Chen, but it is hard to say now."

"It's not that we don't take action, but we want to capture the people behind the scenes."

"The person behind the scenes?

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Zheng Huaixian did not answer Song Jinmo's doubts. He looked at the boy running on the long street and nodded with satisfaction, "This is the boy you mentioned who was kicked out of Baizi Academy because of his identity in Youzhou. It's not bad. I'm very satisfied. It's a pity that he will die."

Song Jinmo felt a little reluctant and asked softly: "Sir, can you save that young man?"

Zheng Huaixian shook his head and looked calm, "No, if he can't persist, he will die."

On the long street, the boy began to take action again. Qing Fan waved his sleeve impatiently, and Wang Yi's body flew out again and fell heavily on the ground. The clothes he just bought were now covered in blood, and the embroidered spring sword had already broken, leaving only half of the handle in Wang Yi's hand.

Wang Yi struggled to get up from the ground, held the hilt of the knife tightly again, and the trembling blade fell into Qingfan's eyes. He was a little impressed. He thought that the world was all people who were seeking fame, but he didn't expect that the action at this time allowed him to see that there were still some respectable people in the world behind him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if someone hadn't specified to kill you, I would have really wanted to let you go."

Wang Yi reached out to wipe away the blood from the corners of his eyes. He was exhausted with a dazed look. He turned around and looked at Master Jie Chen who was sitting there, full of golden blood. Wang Yi knew that maybe the two of them were really going to die here.

There will always be separations when you are born slowly, and there will always be old friends when you are born slowly.

An old friend, except for studying with Master over the years, I seem to have no friends, but after coming to Chang'an, one of Ma Shun and the other of Li Yuan also knew that it was like having friends.

It seemed that he had forgotten someone, Wang Yi smiled gently, as if there was a Lao Li who loved drinking and bragging about the world's number one swordsmanship. Since Lao Li set out to Shuzhou, he seemed to have never seen him.

Some regrets.

At the beginning of next year, no one will fill the soil for my parents' grave.

I don’t know if Wang Si has finished his schoolwork today. Will Ye Yao be sad if he knows that he is dead? Su Yun is still waiting for him in the small valley, and he should have to break his promise. Qin Keqing’s identity is no longer important now. Lord Lu should regret him. The senior brothers don’t know if they will plot against each other. Is the old man still fishing by the river this year? I don’t think about it anymore, I don’t think about it anymore.

People often say that death is lighter than a feather and more important than Mount Tai.

This time I was accompanied by the respected Master Jie Chen, and if I spread it in the future, I would be a righteous man.

Jie Chen, who was covered in golden blood, chanted the Buddha's name and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, donor."

Wang Yi shook his head and signaled that it was okay. He smiled and threw away the hilt of the knife in his hand. He sat there, touching his right hand around his waist. There was no wine pot, so he must have forgotten in the Jinyiwei Courtyard.

It's a pity that there is no wine at this time.

Wang Yi looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and murmured: "Dad, mom, I'm here."

Qing Fan saw Wang Yi sitting there and could no longer attack again. Jie Chen on the ground in the distance was first exhausted by his junior brother's last energy, and then his lifelong cultivation was broken by his request to the gods. He was already exhausted.

"Please go on the road, two."

Qing Fan waved his hand to signal the people around to launch a fatal blow. The dark night people raised their crossbows and shot crossbow arrows at the two people on the long street.

Suddenly, on the long street, in the sky, a blue shirt came from the wind, and a sword was like a rainbow, splitting a sea of ​​clouds. The middle-aged man who had long lost the fairy sword Taibai came from the sky and landed in front of Wang Yi.

"Boy Wang, don't sleep, let's see how romantic I am."

Wang Yi raised his head with great difficulty and slowly opened his eyelids. He was about to open his mouth to say hello to this old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, but before he could say anything, the blood in his mouth was flowing out.

"Old Li, fuck me fucking."

Li Taibai, who had no fairy sword in hand, was stunned at first, and then laughed wildly, "Haha, boy Wang, don't you always think I brag about my best swordsmanship in the world, then you're optimistic now."

When Li Taibai took a step forward, everyone was shocked and unstable. Is this Li Taibai, the number one sword master in the world in the past century?

Qing Fan bit his tongue and forced himself to calm his mind, then bent down to salute Li Taibai, "I have met Senior Taibai."

Li Taibai waved his hand, "We are not familiar with each other, so there is no need to do this. You can find your master now. If your master doesn't come in ten seconds, then you will die."

Qing Fan's eyes were floating, and he was looking at a countermeasure in his mind, and then Li Taibai in the distance began to count down.

"ten."

"one."

Li Taibai, who suddenly counted from ten to one, rushed out instantly and came to Qingfan. He first kicked the four sage beasts beside Qingfan who were invited to the gods, and then kicked Qingfan away. Qingfan's meridians were broken and fell in the distance, spitting blood in his mouth, and he could not die again.

After doing all this, Li Taibai swept the man in black with his eyes and had not yet reacted, twisted a strand of his hair, and slowly turned it to play with it.

"What do you say? Let's come one by one together."

When the men in black heard Li Taibai's questions, they all skipped to the distance. When Li Taibai saw this scene, he sneered, "I'm in a hurry, so I'll do it first."

A sword light flashed between heaven and earth, and the people in black who were running away did not see any injuries on their bodies. But ten seconds later, all the men in black fell to the ground, blood burst out from their bodies and splashed onto the wall.

Li Taibai came to Wang Yi and slowly transitioned the starlight into Wang Yi's body. Wang Yi, who had long lost his strength, leaned against the wall, felt the starlight in his body, and smiled.
Chapter completed!