"???"
Chen Jinbei was stunned for a moment, who to kill?
Especially the two bachelors who were scolded by Master Chen turned pale.
They were trembling, thinking that Lin was going to attack them both.
Yan Shuangwu glanced at the two bachelors, who were so frightened by Yan Shuangwu's eyes that they almost collapsed.
What kind of look is this?
It felt like just one look would scare Wen Xin to pieces.
"kindness!"
Yan Shuangwu nodded. He raised his head and looked at the old man in black robe in the void outside the town. He could not hold back his murderous intention for a long time.
call out!
The ice beneath his feet shattered, and he suddenly flew into the sky.
The third-grade dragon guard is not an orthodox scholar who uses writing skills to attack from a distance, but a great scholar who focuses on killing and killing enemies in close combat.
This is the difference between imperial military attaches and civil servants.
"Hiss~"
All the scholars took a breath of cold air.
Only the two bachelors were slightly relieved. Fortunately, it was not directed at them.
He Yourong looked moved. She wiped away her tears and solemnly said: "That demon is a third-grade Yangshen!"
Chen Jinbei frowned and said, "Lin Yi, who is this sir?"
"Master Yan, the commander of Longweidu, a third-grade Confucian military attache!" Yan Shuangwu introduced.
"What!"
Chen Jinbei felt as if his jaw would drop and said, "Why did you invite such a person here? This is His Majesty's own army..."
He Yourong and all the scholars were almost dumbfounded.
The middle-aged man who was following Master Lin just now was actually a third-grade scholar and the top leader of the Dragon Guard.
So what is Lin Yi's identity?
Why should the commander of the Dragon Guard obey his words?
"It's a long story, let's go rescue Dean He!"
Lin Yi knew that now was not the time to explain. He looked at Chen Jinbei and asked doubtfully: "Where is Dean Zheng?"
"..."
Chen Jinbei fell silent, and then said quietly: "Dean, he is in the pit..."
"ah?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
…
The sky outside Baihe Town.
He Wancheng was covered in blood, his literary heart was beating weakly, his Confucian spirit was wilting in the sea of consciousness, and the Confucian crown on his head was cracked, and he was not far from destruction.
"After all, it's not a true breakthrough. Burning longevity and forcibly interrogating the heart, but it can only briefly borrow the power of a third-grade scholar."
He Wancheng knew very well that it was impossible for him to truly break through.
If you want to go further, in addition to the heart calamity, you also need the Holy Master's personal initiation, and you also need to inquire about your heart.
But it is not that simple to get a third-grade grant from the Holy Lord, and the luck of the Holy Academy is also very limited.
Unless the Holy Lord contributes a part of himself.
Therefore, historically, one has to either become the Holy Son of the Holy Court, or hold a high position in the Holy Court.
Only then is it possible to obtain the third-grade Confucian title.
Of course, there are such geniuses in the world.
Perhaps his talent and literary skills reached a high level, and he received blessings from saints and sages because of his understanding of their masterpieces.
At this time, there is no need for the Holy Court to grant a title, and you can be directly promoted.
But the probability is so low that it almost doesn’t exist.
"Pindao was still very surprised before. You actually made a breakthrough without being granted the title of Confucian scholar by the Holy Academy. Later I found out that you were going astray..."
The old man in black robe severely wounded He Wancheng. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was much stronger than He Wancheng.
He looked at He Wancheng jokingly and said, "You can go astray if you want. If you join the Poor Taoist Humanity Sect, you can cultivate both literature and Taoism."
"As long as you are more cruel, in less than half a month, you might be able to cultivate into a third-grade Yang Shen, which is no worse than you, a Confucian spirit."
He Wancheng said in a deep voice: "You, the Human Dao Sect, are contrary to the ethics of heaven and earth. You will do whatever it takes for the sake of power. You will not be tolerated by heaven and earth!"
The black-robed old Taoist just sneered: "So what? The poor Taoist has been living well so far, but now that Tai Chi has appeared, the Human Taoist Sect will become the orthodoxy of the world sooner or later, and the literary Taoism is nothing more than a heresy!"
"Death! Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
The old man in black robe stopped talking nonsense. He was just teasing He Wancheng.
The other party forcibly broke through, and Ru Ling had already damaged his origin, with almost no possibility of repair.
Such people have no use value.
"Demon way!"
But at this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth, and Yan Shuangwu's true Confucian aura was released, like a rising sun.
"Commander of the Dragon Guard, you are the one who killed the poor Taoist son Su Wei! Well done, well done!"
The old man in black robe recognized Yan Shuangwu. He made inquiries and came to the conclusion that Su Wei died at the hands of Yan Shuangwu.
The revenge for killing my son must be avenged today!
"Brother Bi, give me a helping hand!"
He asked the man in white in the distance for help, but the man in white was indifferent, but he did not choose to leave.
'This old demon is really unreliable. He doesn't do anything that is not beneficial at all...'
The old black-robed Taoist cursed secretly in his heart. He took out a pill from his sleeve and took it, and his condition quickly returned to its peak.
This elixir is called Jiuzhuan Dao Dan, and it is extremely rare. The Taoist master of other Tao sect's branches only has this one.
But he didn't care about avenging his son.
at the same time.
He Wancheng turned around and looked surprised when he learned that this middle-aged man was actually the commander of the Dragon Guard.
Then there was complete relief.
He no longer held on, and the Confucian crown on his head completely collapsed.
Wen Xin stopped moving, and Wen Gong's energy was exhausted, and he fell straight down from the void.
"Yourong, what dad worries about the most is you. You have an impatient temper..."
He Wancheng was already mentally prepared. At this point, he would definitely die if he fell.
There was an icy cold wind in my ears.
My eyelids are a little heavy.
But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dazzling light flashing, like a saint appearing.
Then his back touched something, and it felt soft and soft.
Only then did he see clearly that it was a sacred beast with the head of a deer and the body of a tiger, exuding holy light.
"The Saint mounts, the Holy Lord comes to Nanxiang Mansion to provide disaster relief to the people?"
He Wancheng was shocked when he thought of this. This completely subverted his cognition.
The holy master who never asked the secular people came to provide disaster relief?
Before He Wancheng could figure out the logic, the holy beast carried him to the ground.
It fell into the big pit where Zheng Zhiqiu was lying.
Then the holy beast put him down with some disgust, quickly shook his body, and squatted down next to Lin Yi.
The little head rubbed.
"father!"
He Yourong rushed forward and burst into tears.
"Dean!"
The bachelors from Qingping Academy also gathered around, all with red eyes. They knew that the dean might be dying.
"Dean He!"
Lin Yi also walked over at this time, looked at Dean He, and glanced at Dean Zheng who was lying in the pit, his breath was still stable, but he was 'unconscious'.
He Wancheng recognized Lin Yi in brocade clothes and looked back with a flash of light, and said in surprise: "Lin...Lin Yi?"
He can explain his funeral affairs on the spot, and God will treat him well.
"Lin Yi? Where are you? Where is my direct disciple?"
Zheng Zhiqiu suddenly woke up. He turned over suddenly, his butt injury was pulled, and he grimaced in pain.
But when he saw Lin Yizhen right in front of him, he forgot the pain, looked excited, and said with tears: "My good disciple, you are finally willing to come back to see the dean, I miss you so much!"
"His Majesty said that you passed the provincial examination in the capital, and you also said that I had merit and rewarded Pingzhou Academy heavily. Come on, help me up, I want to take a good look at you... I also have to tell you some funeral affairs!"
Zheng Zhiqiu struggled to get up, and Lin Yi went over to help him up and said angrily: "Dean Zheng, although your injury is not serious, it is not to the point where you have to deal with your funeral. You should lie down and rest first!"
He Wancheng on the side said weakly: "Lin...Lin Yi, I have something to tell you about my future affairs..."
He Yourong cried even harder.
Lin Yi: "???"
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