But Li Fenfang changed the subject again.
"But please pay more attention. At this auction, I heard that the royal family will also come. Those princes and princesses who are interested in that position will want to win over us Taixue Middle School scholars."
"That is a bullshit mess, don't get involved. Although the Imperial Academy was originally run by the royal family, it has already become its own power, and we bachelors are not under their control. It is best not to offend or get close to them."
Song Qingge and Mu Mayi both looked more cautious and nodded solemnly.
Throughout the ages, the struggle for royal power has always been bloody.
During the battle, one general will achieve great success, but after he seizes the throne, he has to worry about all the birds and good bows being hidden.
Are you going to seize the throne if you don’t practice well? Although Li Fenfang knew that some people were born to be emperors, she didn't quite understand them and could only treat them with respect.
And she could also see that the two junior sisters in front of her were not people who were obsessed with power and power, so she told them a few things to avoid being plotted by the direct descendants of the royal family with deep pockets in the city.
After all, there are two immortals standing behind Song Qingge, and Mu Mayi is extremely talented. After being promoted to the ninth level, he is expected to break into the top 100 on the list, and they are both hot targets.
"It's really you."
…
He frowned slightly and secretly said a pity in his heart.
"Thank you, senior sister."
The Lingtian Spear is the most precious treasure of the ancient saints and demons, containing the dual power of the Avenue of Death and the Avenue of Killing.
The man was sitting in the hall, and his face was pure and pure. Even though he was sitting cross-legged, his waist was as tall and straight as a pine tree.
"Send the order, and the descendant of the Holy Demon Emperor's Song will appear in this world."
The mana all over her body merges into her soul, her aura is natural, and her spirit is restrained.
As soon as Han Minglou spoke, there seemed to be a decree accompanying him, and the power of the Heavenly Lord who had attained Taoism was fully displayed. Immediately, ten figures jumped in from outside the hall, bowing their heads respectfully, waiting for dispatch.
"It's a pity that that ray of spiritual spirit was completely wiped out, and the soul almost never returned. The methods she used at the beginning are not known. We only know that she received the inheritance of the Holy Demon."
Li Fenfang nodded naturally, clapped her hands and said.
The sound of the flute was so pleasant that it seemed to remind people of the prosperous growth of all things in the spring season.
He stared at the handle of the armchair, his pupils so deep that it was difficult for others to see through the changes in his expression.
The peerless Dao embryo that was originally expected to be a true god.
Song Qingge finished the last bite of the cakes on the table, feeling very satisfied.
What's the meaning.
Han Minglou let out a sigh, but saw that there was a hole in his left shoulder near his heart. No blood had ever flowed, but it was covered with dark lines, and the evil aura could not be concealed.
Song Qingge bent down to hide, and the little dragon was coiled around his wrist, staring at Li Fenfang with his eyes.
Pei Xihe got up from the meditation. Although his realm has not been broken through, his magic power has increased a little. The villain Yuanshen is sitting in Jiang Palace. Now he has cultivated to the realm. He is not only flesh and blood, but also as clear as jade and glass.
Do you have the guts to play the flute, but don’t have the guts to admit it?
Pei Xihe secretly speculated in her heart, but the sound of the flute was only for a moment, and she could not catch any traces of it after that.
"You are not her, but you are her after all."
The young girl, talking and smiling, seems to be the same scene as yesterday, but it has fallen apart and is difficult to piece together.
In fact, she had already dabbled in some of the lessons taught by the immortals, or she had communicated with them when Emperor Song was preaching for eight years, and they were far more profound.
Han Minglou lowered his eyes, the halo flowing in them, as if he was reminiscing about something.
He sighed somewhat sadly.
Wearing a feather crown on his head, he opened his eyes, and there were yin and yang runes flowing in them, as if they were dancing like dragons and phoenixes, but they looked extremely dim, as if he had been severely injured and was still in the stage of recovery.
"Preach my will."
As soon as he walked out of the cave, Pei Xihe suddenly frowned, and an inexplicable confusion appeared in his golden eyes.
"This Lingtian Spear is worthy of being a Taoist soldier."
"After this, I want to learn a thing or two with you, senior sister. Where did I get the incomplete true dragon magical power from the Qianlong Feiyu Island? I integrated it into my Taoism, and I want to hone it a little bit."
"I didn't expect that suppressing your sixty-nine fate and tampering with the fate of early death would actually become your nirvana."
"Then let's go to the 'Heavy Water Peak'. The heavy water cage there suppresses the movement of mana and can also help you master it more comprehensively."
"At the same time, keep an eye on the movements of the Taishang clan and never let them go."
…
Mu Mai nodded with a smile.
Celestial monks never hear hallucinations, and when she spread her thoughts, she never noticed anything strange, and the person who played the flute was even less likely to be found.
"You must be safe and sound. You must have entered the immortal world now?"
But listening to different opinions, even if they are rough, must have merits. Only by correcting yourself can you go further.
Mu Mayi put down the folding fan in her hand and said.
Tao soldiers are the incarnation of the great road, a symbol of authority, and the most powerful weapons in the world. They are enough to make even the true gods in charge of Zhentian crazy about them.
Li Fenfang pinched the fat on her waist and said with a smile: "You girl, I wonder how you are so plump and solid."
She lowered her eyebrows, her face became calm, and without saying a word, she flew towards the Taoist Hall of Yuru Peak.
He raised his head and looked at the top of the palace, only to see stars scattered all over it, bright or dark, big or small, but none of them could compare to the bright moon in the center, which could easily steal the attention of others.
The water condensed by the spirit of the immortals flows from all sides of the Golden Pavilion hanging high on the dome, falling down like a waterfall.
"Senior sister, stop teasing her."
Pei Xihe thought for a while, then stepped out of the cave and headed towards Yuru Peak. It was time for a new teaching.
Time flies like a shuttle, passing without any transfer.
Now he has been recovering for three to four hundred years, but his injuries have only been slightly cured, but he has lost a lot of his Taoism.
It has been countless years since the inheritance of the Holy Demon Emperor's song was passed down to this day, but it was captured by her.
Just now, a melodious flute seemed to sound in her ears.
As always, the light shines dimly on others, the bright moon is in the sky, and the stars retreat.
Therefore, working behind closed doors will inevitably lead to the risk of falling into the well. Only by drawing on the strengths of others and being inclusive can we constantly innovate and try our best to get a full picture.
Qingkun Tianyu.
Everything in the world is a whole. If you look at it from different angles, you will notice different aspects. The same is true for the Great Dao.
Born from death, naturally destroyed and then established.
The young master of the imperial palace who has now won the inheritance.
In a single thought, Taishang Wuwei was asked to take away the Chunyi Wusheng flute, but now he has fallen into a stalemate.
Due to various reasons, when I first discovered its existence, I found such a magical little world. The power of the world's origin was beyond imagination.
Therefore, Han Minglou has laid out many means to carry out the backlash of cause and effect. Everything is under control. If everything goes smoothly, he can take advantage of this to have the true God in sight.
But it was a pity that everything was completely disrupted and burned to the ground.
