The East Palace is very atmospheric, simple and neatly decorated, the surface of the blue-black boulder is unremarkable, but you can feel the aura flowing like a living thing, that is, you can know that the raw materials of the whole building are extremely rare ores, even if they are used to refine magic treasures, it is no problem, not to mention the large-scale construction of buildings, it is really not rich and coarse can not describe the wealth of the Black and White Palace.

"East, the Lord Yimu Qinglong, the Lord of the Five Elements of Reincarnation, the Confucianism of this vein is the most compassionate and compassionate, and the emphasis is on the great harmony of the world, that is, to eliminate evil and be kind to others. The disciples of this lineage like to hold poetry and books in one hand and a sharp sword in the other, reasoning in their mouths and killing evil people in their hands. ”

"It's your character. ”

He looked at Ning Qingqiu, his thin lips raised, and he looked like a smile.

Mingyuan's expression became a little emotional, and there was a little vague yearning, the vein he wanted to enter the most when he entered the Black and White Academy Palace was the sword-wielding Confucian cultivation vein of the East Palace, but he was favored by the public source and included in the door, so he had no relationship with the East Palace.

Ning Qingqiu's apricot eyes lit up, and she asked in a loud voice: "There are also those who specialize in practicing swords in Confucian cultivation?" That's right, but I have misunderstood, thinking about the poet immortal Li Taibai was also known as the sword immortal at the beginning, but it is conceivable that it is a trend for scholars to use swords...... By the way, what kind of swordsmanship is practiced in the East Palace of the Black and White Academy, and what style is it taking? Can you be a master of the sword, can you challenge it?"

Mingyuan's head is big.

I knew that I shouldn't have come to the East Palace first, and even if I did, I should have mentioned the story of the ancestors who killed the demons and eliminated the demons and purified beings, she must have been uninterested soon, but at this time, she mentioned the scholar sword, no, Ning Qingqiu immediately had a problem like a cannon on a snake stick.

Mingyuan is speechless, my ancestor, don't you look at your specialization in swordsmanship, your cultivation is simply earth-shattering, even among the Yuanying monks, who can poke the supreme of the Hedao realm into a hole when he is in the Yuanying period?

It is still the number one enemy of the human race, a terrifying existence of the level of the Demon Venerable......

Relying on this alone, if it weren't for the protection of Ning Qingqiu from falling into the sight of some well-intentioned people, if this matter was publicized, it would definitely be famous all over the world in an instant.

The kind that doesn't compromise at all.

Gong Wen hurriedly came out to save the scene: "This scholar sword of my generation will not point to companions and good people, even if it is Ning Daoyou, it is meaningless if you want to try the scholar sword, because the scholar sword does not have the righteousness and murderous aura of the evil demon crooked way, the power will be greatly reduced, and you will inevitably be disappointed at that time, this scholar sword is not the next time you officially fight with the demons, you can take a look at the scenery." ”

Ning Qingqiu is not an unreasonable person, and she has a slight pity in her heart, but when it comes to this, she will naturally not be unreasonable, so she nodded and said: "Okay, the scholar's sword style of killing evil demons, I will have a good understanding when the time comes, and prove each other, the way of the sword will inevitably go to the next level." Next, are we going to the West Palace?"

She clearly saw that when she said the name of Xigong, the eyebrows of several men of the public loser were twitched, and the expressions on their faces were a little indescribable.

I couldn't help but start to feel a little curious...... Originally, I thought that in these eight palaces, except for the scholar sword in the East Palace, which made her quite interested, the others were like that, and she couldn't enter the heart washing pool, but before the public lost Wen, she invited Su Hongyi to use it, but it was a pity that she was completely embarrassed by this-stirring stick, but in fact, Ning Qingqiu really wanted to see it, after all, she was so godly, she also wanted to go and see it.

Nishinomiya ...... Could it be something special, how to look at their expressions one or two are so indescribable, several of the public losers are the dragons and phoenixes among the people, although the public losers have a lot of impulsive personalities, and the other few are extremely silent against the backdrop of the public loss and the public loss and Mingyuan, and there is nothing outstanding, but Ning Qingqiu knows very well that the personal disciples of the public loss source, and even the name of the public loser, these people are definitely not simple.

She has traveled for a few years and experienced a lot of things, and she is not an absolute rookie at present, and she has some opinions on many things, so she naturally knows that she can make a few people on the other side show unusual expressions, and Xigong is definitely not as distinctive as she imagined.

Once again, curiosity was raised.

Then when she came to the West Palace, she was shocked.

The carved railings are made of jade, the eaves of the corridor are protruding, the glazed jade tiles are full of golden light, there are strange flowers and plants everywhere, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the cicadas are singing, it is simply the existence of a fairyland outside the world, but compared with the other places of the black and white school palace, it is a little more vivid breath in the world.

There were young friars in light dresses, who lifted the window with a smile and looked at them, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, particularly delicate and moving, all with a smile on their faces.

Ning Qingqiu almost thought that he had entered the Pansi Cave...... Or the beauty cave of the seven-colored grassland, but compared to the gloomy beauties in the beauty cave, the environment here is extraordinarily sunny and upright, besides, the black and white school palace has a female disciple, but it is absolutely impossible to raise a bunch of vases that just look good.

Although Confucianism is not as particular as Buddhism, and there are not as many rules and precepts as Taoism, it is impossible to directly split one of the nine palaces into one of the nine palaces in the black and white school palace to put women watching.

So far, Gong Yiyuan and other Gongyi disciples and monks from the Black and White Academy have given Ning Qingqiu a very good impression, without the kind of arrogance that the so-called forces that rule the world's sects have and are arrogant, although proud, it is the superficial and crude so-called pride that is engraved in the bones rather than on the surface.

Ning Qingqiu's impression of the Black and White Academy Palace was excellent.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Mingyuan, and said meaningfully: "It turns out that the Black and White Academy also has female disciples? I always thought that all the Confucian cultivators accepted men and not women. ”

Mingyuan said: "That's not what I said, Confucian cultivation is broad and profound, and there is no difference between men and women, for monks, big fists are the truth, and deep cultivation is the master, and the female monks in the West Palace are all advanced in cultivation, Qingqiu, don't talk nonsense, if they think that I am ruining the reputation and strength of the female monks of the West Palace outside, it will be completely finished." ”

He grimaced and whispered for mercy.

Ning Qingqiu almost didn't laugh out loud at this time, he had never seen Mingyuan look so scared and cowardly, this West Palace nun didn't know what kind of psychological shadow it had left on him......