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After waking up, Luo Changfeng didn't think about the result of his identity being exposed to the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong and the Great Yan Empire, let alone whether it would bring disaster to the academy.

He was too late.

I felt that I had endured such a catastrophe.

The words of the Wuxiang Dao Sect are like knives slashing at half of the incomplete heart in Luo Changfeng's body.

The voice came like thunder.

The thunder that echoed in his mind completely woke him up.

The tears in the corners of his eyes had not dried, but he had to start thinking about it seriously.

He has infinite love and respect for the academy, infinite gratitude and respect for the Wuxiang Dao Sect and his senior brother, and the days of practicing and learning to retreat from the enemy with his ten sons and comrades, even if it is a time of bickering, make him unforgettable in this life.

The seowon is beautiful.

It is as beautiful as the teacher said, it is a pure and holy place in the world.

How could he allow the innocent academy to become the Demon Gate in the eyes of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong and the Great Yan Empire, and even the entire world?

He can't!

So, he's leaving!

He knew that he would have to leave sooner or later, and he had always known it since he arrived at Bodhi Mountain in the early autumn of that year!

"You have recovered from a serious injury, and you will be allowed to recuperate in the academy for a few days. In a few days, your senior brother will send you to Zhongzhou. Your life was saved by the old man of Tianji, so the burden of whether this can be saved should naturally be borne by Tianji Pavilion. ”

"After coming down the mountain, you are no longer my unphased disciple! The academy has nothing to do with you anymore! He lives and dies every year, and he has nothing to do with each other......

Luo Changfeng knelt in front of the door.

He wanted to listen to the teacher's last advice.

Even if there is no master-apprentice relationship.

But for a long time, I couldn't hear any of the teacher's voice.

The wind and snow seemed to bury him.

He closed his eyes in deep prostration, tears dripping from his eyes, and bowed his head!

One knock to receive the grace of protection!

2. Knock on the grace of preaching and teaching!

Three knocks on the grace of death and rebirth!

Luo Changfeng kowtowed three times, he knelt in front of the door and sobbed, he buried his forehead deep in the snow and refused to get up.

His palms pressed into the snowdrifts, and then he clenched them, clutching the snow all over his hands!

It's the snow that doesn't melt all year round in the Forgetful River!

Huang Fuyi stood silently in the courtyard, looking at the junior brother who was extremely sad and painful, and his heart was not happy.

At first he did not understand what the teacher was doing.

But now he thinks he understands.

He will personally escort his junior brother to Zhongzhou Tianji Pavilion......

In the lake behind the purple bamboo forest, a row of bamboo rafts floated out of the Forgetful River of the Queen of Heaven.

Huang Fuyi took Luo Changfeng ashore.

The spring breeze blows, and the bamboo forest sways.

Luo Changfeng turned around and said, "Senior brother, I want to ...... Walk around alone. ”

Huangfu Yi was stunned, and then said a few words, and then didn't say anything more.

Luo Changfeng walked alone.

After passing through the purple bamboo forest, you came to the outer courtyard of the academy.

It was dusk, and all the students of the Liuzimen in the outer courtyard of the academy happened to leave class one after another.

Today is an ordinary day in the academy's practice days, and if it is special, it may just be that the spring breeze and the clear blue sky are more refreshing than the cold winter that has just passed.

The students of the six-character sect in the outer courtyard of the academy thought so.

But when they had just finished class, they met the little master and uncle of the academy on the road shaded by the spring willows on both sides! The little master and uncle who had been seriously injured and comatose for a whole year in the forgetful river!

As a result, many six-character protégés in the outer courtyard of the academy looked at Luo Changfeng's extremely slow pace and froze in place.

Then they all saluted Luo Changfeng.

Respectfully: "Little Uncle Ancestor." ”

Uncle Ancestor!

Luo Changfeng didn't have much concept of this honorific title.

In fact, before he was seriously injured and fainted, whether it was just entering the Sichuan Sect and being accepted as an apprentice by the Wuxiang Dao Sect, or Di Xuan changed the list of him to rank eleventh times, or he discussed with the Eight Hundred Sects, he even picked those so-called arrogant wizards in Tiandong, and even overpowered the second ...... Before he was seriously injured and passed out, the identity of the little uncle was a false name that the entire academy would not recognize, whether it was new or old, whether it was the inner courtyard or the outer courtyard.

Even if someone once called him a junior uncle, it was just a touch of the majesty of a senior brother.

Luo Changfeng knows this.

Of course, he hopes to be recognized by the strength of his classmates in the inner and outer courtyards of the academy, and become the little master and uncle who they truly admire and admire.

He's been working hard for that.

On the Eight Hundred Sects Discussion Banquet, he used his strength to prove a fact.

Regardless of talent or cultivation realm strength, the fact that the academy students would not be weaker than the geniuses of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong.

He has done his best.

He thought he had finally failed, but he didn't expect to see this scene a year after he passed out.

All the students of the academy, all those who saw him along the way were respectfully saluting.

It was a kind of junior etiquette that could only be seen in senior brothers.

Luo Changfeng's movements were very slow, and he really looked like a powerless scholar.

He returned the salute one by one.

Thinking that he had finally won the recognition of the identity and strength of the little master and uncle by the students of the six-character sect of the academy.

After a year of coma, after he had lost his cultivation, after he was about to be expelled from the academy by his teacher!

There was a bitterness in my heart.

Out of the six-character gate of the outer courtyard, Luo Changfeng went to Bodhi Garden.

He wanted to see Cher.

From the first moment he opened his eyes, he wanted to see Cher. But Xue'er has left the academy and has been away for a long time.

After bidding farewell to Dean Zhuang, Luo Changfeng went along the mountain road to the seventeen mirror platforms in the inner courtyard.

He went to look for Jiang Manlou in the courtyard, but found that his comrades were not there, thinking that maybe he would be in the third mirror platform in the inner courtyard, so he climbed all the way up the mountain.

Jiang Manlou is indeed in the inner courtyard Spiegel Terrace.

Since the ten sons and colleagues left the academy and dropped out of school, he was the only one left to guard the third Spiegel Terrace.

The fierce competition between the six-character gate of the academy and the seventeen mirror platforms in the inner courtyard is constantly staged, and the order between the mirror platforms is constantly changing throughout the year. Even the second Spiegel Terrace where Li Xingyun was located completely changed hands after Li Xingyun, Su Xiaofan and others left the academy.

There is one exception.

The exception to this is the third Spiegel Terrace in the inner courtyard of the Academy.

The third Spiegel no longer has ten sons.

There was only one person inside and out.

Only Jiang Manlou is the only one guarding the mirror platform of his comrades' siblings.

But he has never suffered defeat!

During this year, Jiang Manlou relied on the ink attack to make the ten sons and comrades who coveted the position of the third mirror platform all swept away.

Now, it's the twelfth dial.

On the third mirror platform, Jiang Manlou confronted the students of the Ten Dao Academy who came to challenge with one as ten.

He held an intricately crafted iron fan in his hand.

The fan blocked out the remnant sun, and he looked up at the sky.

The setting sun made him feel inexplicably hot.

He was getting impatient.

Closed the iron fan, and for a while, the fan in the palm of his hand was transformed into a long sword.

He raised his sword flat and pointed at the ten men opposite.

said lazily: "Don't waste time, Young Master Ben still wants to go back early to take a bath and then take that little girl skin in the rain to watch the sunset...... You guys, go on it all along. ”