Even if he didn't want to admit it, in Leng Hanfu's subconscious mind, he had the impression that he was not invincible in the world, but there were only a few people who could compare with him.
In addition, since he was a child, he had been with many masters in his family, which made Leng Hanfu, who was new to the world, couldn't help but have the mentality of looking down on the world.
But among the current academies of the Celestial Dynasty, there is a being who has surpassed Leng Hanfu's cognition with just the tip of the iceberg.
Does the ruler of the Celestial Dynasty, Liuhuo Canglong, know?
Does the headmaster of the academy know?
Does he know?
Or maybe it has something to do with the great gentleman whom Ji Ji spoke of who had never heard of him in the academy before taking action to stabilize the Eight Yuan Divine Abyss and perfect the formation.
All of this can only be noticed by Leng Hanfu himself.
However, the good news is that this person took action to suppress the vision and avoid trouble.
It shouldn't be any disadvantage to you for the time being.
But Leng Hanfu hated the feeling that his fate was in the hands of others.
Rather than hoping for the kindness of the other party, it is more practical to make yourself stronger.
Everything that happened today stimulated Leng Hanfu's competitive spirit and made him determined to stay in the academy to find out.
At the same time, it also dispelled the arrogance he had always had, making him no longer look down on the world and determined to keep a low profile.
At the same time that Leng Hanfu was making a decision, in a bamboo building on the back hill of the academy, a man wearing dark fox fur with a clear face and a long white beard appeared, but his expression and temperament made him feel... Not old in any way.
His body is much taller than that of ordinary people.
This tall old man was lying on a couch, with a table in front of him and a variety of delicacies from all over the world.
Not far from the tall old man, there was a young man sitting, concentrating on roasting a lamb.
This man has straight eyebrows and a simple and approachable expression. He is wearing an old cotton robe and a pair of broken straw sandals.
It was covered in dust, but for some reason the whole thing looked extremely clean.
There was a wooden ladle tied to his waist, and he held a book in his right hand, which he read from time to time.
The lamb is roasting in his left hand, and he knows exactly when to fan the food and when to cut the meat.
After some careful cooking by this man, the mutton was already roasted.
Then, the man cut off a piece of meat from the front leg of the roasted lamb.
Then, he picked up the knife that had been prepared aside.
With a flash of the knife, the large piece of mutton was cut into dozens of pieces and fell neatly into the bowl.
The man handed the bowl to the tall old man.
The old man picked up the wooden skewer on the side, held the bowl in one hand, inserted the skewer into the barbecue with the other, and started eating.
Whether it was because the mutton was roasted well or because there was something on his mind, the tall old man shook his head and sighed: "This emperor's grandson is really just like the one next to him, he doesn't make people worry."
The man asked the tall old man: "The teacher took action to wake up the emperor's grandson."
After the tall old man finished eating the mutton in the bowl, he returned the bowl to the man and said, "This emperor's grandson is of noble birth and talented. He needs to be taught patiently and corrected in time. Just like roasting a lamb, too much fire will destroy the tenderness. Fire If it’s too small, it will be difficult to taste.”
As he spoke, the old man took out a bottle of wine from nowhere.
Opened the wine bottle and drank.
The man shook the cattail leaf fan gently in his hand and continued to roast the mutton. He said with a smile: "So the teacher took action to suppress the emperor's grandson's arrogance. I'm afraid that the emperor's grandson has been manipulated by the teacher now."
After taking a few sips of the wine in the pot, the tall old man sighed: "This Xuanjiu from Suiyuexuan is getting more and more watery. If it wasn't to go with the lamb you roasted, I would definitely not drink this wine again." of."
As he talked, it was obvious that the tall old man was a person who loved life.
Hearing the hidden meaning of the tall old man's words, the man asked with a normal expression: "The teacher doesn't want to accept it?"
"Zi Mansion clearly has information on "Three Points Returning to Vitality", why is there only one martial art called "Tian Shuang Fist"? And why does our academy have the remaining martial arts from "Three Points Returning Vitality"? Why did the emperor choose "Good and Evil" "Indestructible Body"? Why is Geng Gui following him! And why can Geng Gui purify the energy of yin and yang? "
The tall old man asked several questions in succession, seemingly asking questions, but in fact he was revealing the calculation behind this to the man.
"This prince was actually planning on me from the beginning, wanting to throw this hot potato to the academy."
The man didn't know why, "Why do you still want to take action?"
The tall old man asked back: "If you don't take action, how about waiting for the emperor and the prince to come to the door in person? After all, I have accepted the family's favor and rebuilt the academy here. If I really have to face it, I can't refuse."
The tall old man shook his head, picked up a duck leg among the delicacies on the table, and said while eating: "However, the prince wants me to accept his son as my disciple, I will not be so easy. Let him have his wish?"
"What do you plan to do, teacher?"
The tall old man replied: "Of course I can accept disciples, but I don't necessarily need to go there myself. Jun Mo can do it for me. Now the peach blossoms on Peach Mountain should bloom again."
When the old man said this, the man already understood, "The second junior brother is the most upright among the teacher's many disciples. With him to check, there will be no mistakes. I don't know how many kilograms of peach blossoms the teacher plans to cut and how many pots of peach blossoms to drink during this trip." Where’s the wine?”
"Ha~" the tall old man just responded with a smile.
Previously, Chief Ji Wentian was asked to tell Liuhuo Canglong that he would not travel before the end of the year. It was obviously a plan for him to build the plank road openly and secretly cross Chencang.
--------Hello everyone, I am the long-lost dividing line-------
Sweeping the gate of Zen Mountain, the sky is full of red maples.
There is a story about a sweeping monk who lowers his head and sweeps with a broom in his hand.
Suddenly, dust and wind blew everywhere.
"A good teacher, the Dharma is upright, and the three lights of heaven and earth are held high; when discussing different opinions, and arguing eloquently, one is worthy of the whole world."
Hai Chanzun dragged the coffin in his hand and stepped onto the gate of Sweeping Zen Mountain with awe, scanning the entire gate with sharp eyes.
Arrogantly said: "Yundu Lei Peak, the highest standard of Buddhist discipline in the four realms. The place where celebrities in the martial arts left their seals on a page to sign their moves, let Lord Haichan explore it."
Hai Chanzun noticed the winding staircase path in the mountain gate and the monk sweeping the floor, and stepped forward and asked: "Master, can this path behind you lead to Yungulei Peak?"
The sweeping monk glanced at the golden toad held by Lord Hai Chan and said, "Donor, please put down the weapon in your hand."
Naturally, it was impossible for Lord Haichan to listen to the words of a sweeping monk, ignore the monk in front of him, use a thousand-mile voice transmission, and state his intention directly, "I am the master of Yujuan Tower, abbot of Yuqing Realm, Lord Haichan, specially for the Buddhist Lao Maha Tibetan. He was killed. I hope someone from Yungu Leifeng will come forward and seek justice."
The sound reached the entire Lei Feng, but there was no response inside.
The sweeping monk on the side repeated what he just said, "Donor, please put down the weapon in your hand."
Seeing that there was no response from Yungu Leifeng, Hai Chanzun ignored the monk sweeping the floor in front of him, sighed deeply, shook his head, showing contempt, "I thought that Yunguleifeng was the Buddha of the Four Realms. The highest precepts and principles of the sect will support justice, but I didn’t expect that he would also act according to the wind. It’s really disappointing.”
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