at the same time.
Within the territory of Dayan.
"There is a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation!"
"Why is it in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons and not in our Dayan!"
"Even demons are studying now!"
Those high-level scholars got the news, and many of them were ready to go to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters.
The saints who studied in Taishan Academy naturally sensed the sound of Wen Dao as soon as it came out.
It's just that they just came back from the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom and now they have to go back again. They have already made two or three trips back and forth in a short period of time, which is a bit too troublesome.
However, in order to see the elegance of the masterpiece passed down from generation to generation, the saints were willing to go.
After all, this kind of opportunity doesn't come around all the time.
Maybe you'll break through accidentally.
If they want to break through at this stage, apart from their own accumulation, the rest all depends on chance.
"It won't be written by my grandson-in-law again this time, right?"
Dean Bai Hu of Qingshan Academy smiled.
As expected, the poem handed down from generation to generation must have been written by Lin Yi.
In today's world, who else can compose poems that will be passed down to generations, not him.
"Who knows, I'll take the first step. My sword can travel thousands of miles!"
Li Mobai couldn't wait to sacrifice his calligraphy treasure and left Taishan Academy directly.
"Master Li, the speed is getting faster and faster. Wait for me!" Dean Qingshan followed immediately.
"And I!"
"I'm going too!"
The sub-sages from various schools of thought also immediately followed, and various magical powers appeared.
Dayan Palace.
Royal study room.
Lin Yunhong frowned. What he was holding in his hand was some information obtained through the investigation of secretly cultivated forces. It was the above information that made him uneasy and furious.
It says that several halls of the Humanity Sect have just been found, but for some reason they suddenly lost any news; the Tiandao Sect is showing signs of breaking up the contract, and outer disciples are constantly going out, and it has bordered the cities along the East China Sea; a hole has suddenly appeared on an island in the East China Sea. The traces of Zhongzi; the leader of the Xihu rebels is suspected of contacting people from outside the territory and descending from the gods...
Every piece of information above will shake up the situation in Shengwen Continent if it is revealed.
But no matter which one it is, it is a situation that Lin Yunhong is not happy to see.
"You Yi'er is here, the prosperous age is coming, and the country's prosperity continues. It's normal for these people to be anxious and take action. After all, when there is prosperity, there will be killings. This is the historical practice..."
Lin Yunhong said melancholy, feeling that there was still a lot to do.
Suddenly, a vision came from the west, and the sound of Wen Dao resounded throughout the Holy Continent.
Lin Yunhong was moved in his heart: "A masterpiece from ancient times has appeared? That direction...is the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons again! There was a Taoist who wanted to overcome the evil tribulation, and a masterpiece from ancient times has appeared in the world. What happened over there!"
Unfortunately, no news has been sent back from Ying.
At this time, Lin Yunhong sensed the movements of the saints of Taishan Academy. He quickly burned the information in his hand, and the demon-slaying sword came from behind. Lin Yunhong ducked and disappeared without a trace.
When he appeared again, he was already outside Dayan Kyoto.
The saints who were preparing to go to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons saw Emperor Dayan's younger brother Lin Yunhong suddenly appearing in front of them. They all stopped and bowed slightly.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Dean Qingshan asked, stroking his beard.
Lin Yunhong nodded to him, put away his demon-slaying sword and suspended it in the air, and said to everyone: "Everyone, if you go this time, please bring the people from Taishan College with you, so that they can benefit from it, how about it?"
How could Dean Qingshan not know what Lin Yunhong meant, so he did not object and directly agreed.
After all, he is now betting on the royal family.
Although there has been no reaction from the Holy Academy for the time being, as long as he and Li Mobai are still there, they will not touch Qingshan Academy, but this does not mean that there will not be other back-ups there.
Then, he waved his sleeves towards the void.
In an instant, the people in charge such as He Wancheng and Zheng Zhiqiu in Taishan College, as well as the outstanding descendants of hundreds of schools of thought and the young ministers of the imperial court, were all pulled over by a powerful holy force and came through the air.
After saying a few words to them, everyone was filled with excitement, and Dean Qingshan directly put them into the Heavenly Level chessboard.
"Time waits for no one, Your Majesty, I'll wait and go."
After saying that, the saints took action again, heading towards the west as fast as a meteor.
"Haha." Lin Yunhong nodded and said with a slight smile: "These people are sincere in working hard for Yi'er. Yi'er is about to ascend the throne. Those little guys in the academy are all Yi'er's team. Naturally, I want to work for the emperor. For your own sake.”
Immediately, he looked towards the direction of the East China Sea and murmured: "Donghai, Kong Zhongzi, Tiandao Sect... do you really think that our Dayan royal family has no backup plan?"
"Teacher, I hope you won't be impulsive, otherwise, the Holy Court will cease to exist!"
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Zhenguoshengyuan.
'This masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation seems to have been done by our grandfather at first glance. It is a pity that now everyone in Zhenguo Holy Academy must obey Kong Zhongzi's order and concentrate on cultivation and ignore worldly affairs for the time being. Otherwise, we will definitely have to do it again. I went to admire my style for a while. '
'Ah, when will this day end! '
'I really want to go back to my master and polish my ink for him, otherwise my position will be taken away...'
'Master, you promised me that the position of book boy will always be mine, but you must keep it for me! '
'Hurry up and close the Internet cafe! '
In the deserted corner, Li Wenbo burst into tears.
When will this undercover task of suppressing the National Holy Academy be completed? One person is already inferior to ten thousand people.
No, it should be three people below.
During this period, Li Wenbo secretly investigated some things.
In addition to Kong Zhongzi, the real ruler of Zhenguo Holy Court is another sub-sage named Ruan Mengsheng, the son of the former dean of the Holy Court. He is in charge of the sixth floor of the library. Very few people know of his existence, including Li Wenbo. It was only when he became the acting dean that he learned that he was the boss in the absence of Kong Zhongzi.
The other one is Sima Gang, the dean of Shaotian Academy in Shaotian Prefecture and the first holy son!
In terms of strength, he is the closest to the sub-sage among all the saints. In the words of Kong Zhongzi, he has already entered the temple with one foot.
The important thing is that he is only in his fifties and has a promising future.
These two people are currently the most powerful in the Holy Academy. Even Li Wenbo, the acting dean appointed by the dean, must obey them.
After squeezing out Li Xiyang and becoming the acting dean.
Li Wenbo originally wanted to use the name of the acting dean to disrupt the Holy Academy, and then spread the news to Lin Yi to close the network.
But thinking that there are still two people in the Holy Courtyard, I have to give up the idea.
"No, we can't just sit back and wait for death. As my pupil, we must learn to take the initiative! Yes!"
Li Wenbo suddenly had an idea and thought of an excellent idea. He immediately went to the Purple Bamboo Forest where Sima Gang was and knocked on the door: "Dean Sima, I have a wonderful plan to make the world's literati return to the Holy Academy again!"
