The imperial capital is bustling and lively, but the atmosphere in the academy has always been so leisurely and peaceful that Shen Yu would feel bored if he stayed there for too long.
What's more, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and the academy is on holiday. All the students go home early to watch the moon and reunite with their parents, leaving only a few ordinary servants to clean the yard.
When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, families across the imperial capital celebrate reunions. The streets are filled with red lanterns, and there are many large boats with lanterns floating along the canals in the West City.
Su Mo's words were as expected. I don't know if he has any relatives in the imperial capital, but I haven't seen him again in the past few days.
The girl who should be the princess of the Tang Dynasty seemed to be tired of reading. She also took a day off today and went back to the palace to play.
Shen Yu knew her name, which was Li Wudi.
Well, it sounds like nonsense.
The entrance to the academy.
It was another time to sit and meditate. When Shen Yu opened his eyes, although his eyes were calm, there was still a little helplessness hidden in them.
The strange black hole surrounding him was absorbing the spiritual energy in his body all the time. If we were to judge by realm, he had fallen from the Cave Realm to the Golden Core Realm.
And if he continues at this speed, he will even fall to the realm of Taoism before long, until there is no trace of spiritual energy left in his body and he will become a mortal completely.
Even Shen Yu couldn't do anything these days.
Did you really comply with the sentence in the book and never have any chance with the Great Dao?
Shen Yu breathed out softly, feeling a little bored, then stood up and prepared to walk towards the inside of the academy. There were not many students in the academy during the holiday today, so he could just go and take a look at the so-called Lingyun List.
Within the academy, as long as you are a member of the academy, regardless of your status, you can browse the rest of the places at will, except for the legendary Qiongtai Pavilion.
The opening of the third floor, one of the most prosperous times in the spiritual wilderness, was delayed for three years for unknown reasons. This was a very strange thing, but Shen Yu did not have the energy to care about this at the moment.
Half an hour later, Shen Yu arrived in front of the ordinary three-story building. He casually glanced at the names on the current Lingyun List, and then withdrew his gaze.
Since he was born in Daozong, he has met so many proud men of the Nine Holy Lands, and fought many life-and-death battles, but his eyes have never been on these younger generations.
Shen Yu shifted his gaze slightly and found an ordinary, skinny old man sitting on the steps on the left side of the building, staring intently at an ancient book with dull writing in his hand.
Shen Yu did not interrupt, and began to look behind him one by one.
"This is the first time a young disciple has come here, but his eyes have not stayed on Lingyun Bang for more than three breaths." A warm voice sounded.
Shen Yu looked back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray scholar's shirt with a gentle temperament standing behind him.
Shen Yu, a middle-aged man, had seen him once when he first entered the academy. According to Su Mo, he was a Confucian sage with little reputation.
Shen Yu said: "I heard that the academy has a list of ascendants to heaven, which records all the combat prowess of today's top cultivators."
The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly, and said: "The world is just spreading rumors. Today's great people with great cultivation levels have already integrated their Qi with the destiny of heaven and earth. Their souls are placed in unknown places. How can they be easily detected?" , not to mention the need to distinguish between superior and inferior."
The gentle man suddenly smiled and said, "But the academy records the rankings of young disciples on the Lingyun List of the previous generation, and they are actually pretty similar."
Shen Yu understood the meaning and asked, "Can I see it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said, "It's a serious matter, so you can't."
Shen Yu vaguely guessed that the man in front of him was the guardian of Lingyun Bang, so he nodded lightly and said nothing more.
Shen Yu was about to say goodbye and leave, but the middle-aged man seemed to be talking happily and continued: "Having said that, anyone with some vision can basically guess the approximate location."
Shen Yu thought for a moment and said, "Song Nu, the head of the Dao Sect in Qingdi City."
The middle-aged man added, "And
The Lord of the Temple. "
The middle-aged man then sighed with emotion: "If we compare them with combat prowess, these guys are considered the strongest today."
Shen Yu thought of the small mountain village where he had been healed and the middle-aged man, but had no comment on it.
After another chat, Shen Yu got a rough answer and slowly left here.
The middle-aged man looked at Shen Yu's retreating back, slowly turned around, and said with a hint of apology, "Did I say too much?"
The skinny old man who had been reading on the steps on the left from beginning to end did not raise his head and said calmly: "Everyone in the world knows something, why don't we say more about it."
The middle-aged man said: "There is indeed something troublesome about Daozong Shen Yu."
The ordinary old man said casually: "The power of chaos is wrapped around the whole body. I don't know what crooked tricks this kid used in Yaochi, or which great master planted something in him that affects the cause and effect of heaven. In short, It’s very troublesome.”
The little old man put the fingers of his right hand on his mouth and licked it, then turned a page and continued, "Why are you so interested in this boy?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "This guy Su Mo keeps pestering me, I have to take a look."
The skinny little old man remembered something and said angrily: "You should pay more attention to your own affairs."
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, "Just waiting to die."
When the old man heard this, he looked furious and cursed: "This is your fucking daughter. If she wants to kill you, you still have to stretch your neck and let her chop her? How many evil things has that woman done in recent years? As her father, it is true that you feel guilty, but precisely because of this, you have to stop it even more. A farmer does not know the strength of his seedlings, and a man does not know the evil of his sons. These words I teach you, you will read them in the belly of a dog. It’s gone inside.”
The gentle man was silent for a while, then said with a calm smile: "The cycle of nature means that what you plant will bear fruit on its own. Didn't you say that if a son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault?"
The skinny old man with a cold face was in a very bad mood. He shook his hands, patted his butt and left, cursing: "Forget it, I don't care about you, just die if you want. The old man went to read a book! Read a book! Read a book! I'm too lazy to deal with these troublesome things. .”
The middle-aged man stood quietly on the steps, looking into the distance with a free and easy smile.
