Du Haifan's heart disappeared into the sky and turned into a star in the day. Everyone looked at each other, all wondering, why did the Sword Saint float away when he took the Saint with one sword? In the palace, Wang Qianzhong sat on the roof, sighing inwardly at the pity. He knew that the two of them ended in one blow. Even if it could not help him cross the gap, it would definitely be of great benefit. He really didn't expect that the one who had been in seclusion all his life would actually move at this moment. Heaven and earth, if this person comes out to stir up trouble, what a chaotic scene it will be!
People outside the academy waited for a long time, but did not see the return of the Sword Saint. One by one, they left in despair. The academy disciples were also very puzzled. Only Mo Yu, the former Mo family who had a higher cultivation level than all the disciples, noticed something strange just now. He was now behind all his disciples and explained: "Dean Wuchen should have taken action. This competition was unfair. Dean Song has not recovered from his injuries and his sword intention is at a low point. The Sword Saint took advantage of others' danger. The old dean can't stand it anymore." I just made a move, and the Sword Saint probably left in a hurry because he was afraid of the old dean’s impromptu intention.”
Song Linjie looked around and couldn't help but sigh: "What kind of cultivation does the old dean have? He scared away a great master without even seeing anyone."
Mo Yu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe he is no different from a heavenly being."
Song Qingtian regained his composure, walked slowly, as if he was injured, and whispered: "In terms of realm alone, he and Gui Gu are the people closest to the realm of heaven and man in the world, but they can't compete with them. There are still only a handful of them. Just now, Du Haifan exerted all his strength and took off all his defenses, allowing the old dean to take advantage of the situation."
Zhang Ling couldn't help but asked curiously: "Then what method did the old dean use to travel thousands of miles? Or kill people in his sleep?"
Song Qingtian looked in one direction and said: "You have to understand the artistic conception of heaven and man to travel thousands of miles. I haven't seen him take action in decades. I don't know if he has this ability. It's just that the old dean's envoy just now is only the natural way of heaven." There are certain means to control all things, if you want to know the truth about this, it’s best to ask Ke’er.”
Zhang Ling looked back and saw that the other party had a playful expression on his face. Although he did not have a handsome face, he was still lively and agile, especially those flawless eyes, which Zhang Ling could never tire of looking at. Everything makes him immersed in it.
Song Qingtian coughed, and Zhang Ling turned around again. Following his eyes, Li Dami knelt on the ground, feeling sad, as if he had suffered a heavy blow. Song Qingtian threw a piece of silver to Zhang Ling and said seriously: " Zhang Ling, Song Linjie, you take him down the mountain to buy some seeds, and let the others do whatever they need to do."
After coming to the academy for such a long time, Zhang Ling gradually understood that the academy has recruited such a group of disciples. It is not that every one of them is amazingly talented and a peerless genius who can reach the top, but that they all know what they are doing and insist on each other. A late bloomer, he can still mix the first grade. According to what Song Qingtian once told him, he must do something, know what he can do, and do what he can do.
A few years ago, there was a disciple who came down from the mountain. He wanted to fulfill his ambition, so he joined the country and joined the army. Later, when he returned to the academy, he instilled poisonous chicken soup into the academy disciples one by one, hoping to trick more people into submitting to the imperial court. But for the academy disciples, , they saw that what they were doing was related to martial arts, and if they abandoned it easily and joined the army, it would be tantamount to destroying their own future, so they were kicked down the mountain by Song Qingtian and were not allowed to go up the mountain again. They also stipulated that the disciples who came down the mountain were not allowed to persuade the disciples who went up the mountain to change their families. , abandoned school and joined the army.
So when Zhang Ling heard that Song Qingtian asked him to buy seeds for Li DaMi, it was no joke. For Li DaMi, all the agricultural plants on Kongyao Mountain were his martial arts.
The two of them claimed that they were the ones who helped Li Da Mi up and started dragging him down the mountain. When Wu Zhi was dazed, he immediately realized what he was asking about and remembered that the matter he had asked about before was still there. He started to use Qing Gong to rise up, and he was about to catch up with him like a flying bird. Zhang Ling turned around. After looking at it, he made a face and threw Li Da Mi on Song Linjie's back. He fled as quickly as possible, and now Song Linjie was also at the second level. Even if he didn't have Qinggong by his side, he was still moving like the wind.
Song Qingtian's face was pale, but he still had a free and easy demeanor, and smiled at each other: "How can these three boys have so much trouble?"
The four of them chased each other in a hurry, and soon ran down the mountain. At the city gate, Zhang Ling and the others were stopped for inspection, but Wu Zhi caught up with them. The four of them found an excuse to pass by, and because it was an academy. Disciple, the city guards really couldn't do much to stop him, so they naturally let him go. Without paying attention, Zhang Ling winked at Song Linjie, and the three of them fled again.
On this day, Jinyu City was in a state of chaos. Because Wu Zhi was chasing after him, Song Linjie had no choice but to grab useful objects on the roadside and throw them to stop him. However, Li Da Mi was confused and received some help from the gospel. Washing his face with eggs and hats with green vegetables, the two of them ran away for most of Jinyu City, but Li Da Mi was still in a low mood, which shows how great the influence of Sword Saint's hand was on him.
Although Wu Zhi was excellent in Qinggong, he couldn't stand up to Song Linjie's strong internal strength, and he didn't show signs of fatigue even while carrying someone on his back. The former gasped and shouted: "You three, stop right there. Don't even think about going back to the academy today unless you explain the matter clearly."
Seeing that he was chasing after him, Zhang Ling was also very troubled. He ran and replied: "Oh, didn't I tell you that in a few days, based on your identity as the son of the master of Mingtang, I will naturally find out."
Wu Zhi said angrily: "I've told you before, don't mention that ruthless guy to me. I have nothing to do with him."
Zhang Ling said helplessly to Song Linjie: "Why don't you tell him? It's not a big deal anyway. If you want to pretend to be rich, you can find a fight with a master from aristocratic family soon."
At this time, everyone was afraid to avoid the three of them when they saw them. At some point, two people crossed their legs and stood motionless in the middle of the road. Song Linjie said in a deep voice: "Looking for trouble?"
"It must be a hot-blooded young man who comes from nowhere and wants to fight against the injustice. But who cares, if he blocks the way, don't blame me for being ruthless at my feet."
Zhang Ling had been running for so long, but he couldn't hold back his excitement and wanted to take action. Nine feet away from the two blockers, he suddenly jumped up and said, "Leave me alone."
From such a distance, Zhang Ling could see clearly that there were not two hot-blooded young men. There was only one handsome young man with his hands behind his back, dressed in luxurious clothes. He had a straight back and an air of majesty. He did not look like a dandy from an aristocratic family. The man with the sword was equally heroic. The young man had a leisurely smile and had a unique demeanor. However, in the end, only the man with the sword stood up and swept across with his sword.
Zhang Ling suddenly froze in the air, somersaulted back to the ground, and his expression became serious.
Song Linjie and the chasing Wu Zhi stopped at the same time, and the latter thought to himself: There is a good show to watch!
