The official background of the Royal Academy is really in full swing today, and many nobles from remote places have come here, in order to better attract talents from all walks of life, the emperor has recruited several heavyweight mentors.

The beggar didn't participate in it with the girls so much on the surface, and went to do a lot of big things with the king behind his back, and it was really difficult to dig up the mentor.

In his words, his growth cannot be replicated, and the strong people created by the wild road cannot be promoted after all, and it is okay to fight, but it is not good to teach people.

The emperor intends to match the beggar and the Duke of Nalan, one is the Venerable and the other is the Duke of the Kingdom. These days, I am doing Nalan Zhikite's mental work.

"Teacher, although Venerable is a little younger, his strength is very strong!"

"Ran Ke, I'm ten times his age..."Nalan Zhiyuan blushed and muttered with his head down.

"What's that? Old wives and young husbands are very common in Amaterasu. Xuanyuan Ranke slowly induced.

"We have different lives, we don't have the same concepts, and we don't have any common language," Nalan Zhiyuan is considering the degree of marriage matching.

As soon as Xuanyuan Ranke heard that he could talk about this, there was a play!

"A common language can be cultivated, can he, a little abandoned baby from a beggar, have a language with Murong Wanyan or with that night in the city?"

Nalan Zhiyi's head was lowered, "They are all young people... Good to talk to"

"This king sees that you are chatting with His Holiness about the Royal Academy, where is it difficult to speak?" Xuanyuan Ranke once again sealed the excuse of Nalan Zhiyuan, she felt that in fact, Nalan Zhiyuan was just scrupling about face, and saying something unpleasant was a twist!

"Don't hide it, teacher, this king also has a hard time, Xu Sheng committed a heinous crime, and he was directly executed in other royal families. But this king can't do it, the female Liugui is the lord of a country, and after all, she has been deflated in terms of gender" Xuanyuan Ranke persuaded Nalan Zhiyuan with affection, "The end of Xusheng is a fertility machine, and when the prince is born, it will be his death..."

Nalan Zhiyuan also knew the fate of Xusheng in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh that the royal family was cruel, since she was a child, the two children were taught by her as a template, and when she was very young, Xuanyuan Ranke burst out with amazing talent, force, IQ, and his mind is far beyond the reach of people.

The old emperor was pedantic, and she admonished many times to let Ran Ke follow the path of the emperor and let Xusheng practice auxiliary politics, but the old emperor did not listen.

This caused the tragedy that followed, a vicious to the bone marrow, Ran Ke, who was not properly named as the king of God. A waste with empty ambitions but no motivation is reduced to a fertility machine after failure.

"After that, it's up to Ran Ke to decide!" Nalan still agreed to the emperor after balancing the pros and cons.

"Hehe, teacher, that kid can marry you is really cultivated for several lifetimes, and he is pervertedly strong, I don't think he will disappoint you!" Xuanyuan Ranke teased.

Nalan Zhiyuan pursed his lips shyly, this style stunned Xuanyuan Ranke, and the best in the world should be Qing!

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The beggars in the palace were bored, and if it weren't for the beautiful Duke of Nalan by his side, he would not be able to stay any longer.

The Emperor, the Prince, and His Holiness are all waiting for a heavyweight to arrive.

Wu Zong – Master of Zen Wisdom.

The Martial Sect is a hermit sect that consists of the three sects of Zen, Taoism, and Air. This sect was a very glorious sect a hundred years ago, and it dominated the martial arts world.

The reason for their decline is also very poignant, the people who enjoy the continent are basically a hundred battle martial souls, a small number of beast-controlling martial souls like beggars, and the rest are Daofa martial souls, and Daofa martial souls are all concentrated in Wuzong without exception.

Because of their unique heritage.

Absolute devotion and loyalty to the Old Gods is required.

Somehow, a hundred years ago, the head of the Martial Sect was stimulated by something, and the inheritance was broken at once, and a group of elders at that time all broke the inheritance.

Fortunately, the younger generation can still continue to pass it on, but fewer and fewer people have to pass it on.

The originally brilliant Wu Zong felt that it was the earthly world that disturbed the original Qing cultivation, so he found the mountains and forests to do a hermitage.

Clear-eyed people knew that this was just an excuse, and the real reason was only known to Wu Zong himself.

Since the establishment of the Royal Academy, the Zen Zhi Master of Wuzong has been in contact with the emperor, indicating that if Wuzong does not absorb new people, he will never be in his generation.

The reason why the emperor valued Wu Zong so much was because Wu Zong conveyed an important message to her.

After hundreds of years of experimentation, the will of the ancient gods can be passed on in other ways, but it needs a suitable carrier.

The Emperor attaches great importance to today's "deals".

In the wild suburbs outside the imperial city, a kind bald old man hurried away with two young people, who were the people of Wuzong who were going to meet the emperor today.

The old man's Dharma name is Zen Zhi, and he is also a small bald head on his right hand, sixteen or seventeen years old, very pleasing and like a jade doll, and his mood is calm.

A lively girl on the left-hand side, dressed coolly, kept talking about some of the things that were not there, if the beggar was there, he would be very shocked, this girl turned out to be Ji Moyun who had such a leg with him.

"Master, can you share the luggage evenly next time?" It was Shi Lingjun who spoke, and his tone was very complaining, every time he came out, he carried the luggage and the huge package he was carrying on his back, and he was very dissatisfied.

"This is all a tempering for you! Look at your junior sister, I don't want to make progress, I gave up on her, so I didn't let her bring the baby luggage!" Zen Zhi, the old monk, was very slippery, he didn't want to carry the luggage, and he didn't dare to let Ji Moyun carry the luggage, just kidding, that was Elder Ji's baby girl, the "little demon immortal" and "little ancestor" of the martial arts sect, so it could only be carried by this "stupid" apprentice.

"Hehe, master, you are so biased!" Ji Moyun is not a chicken thief, of course she knows what's going on, he has always been a senior brother who has been closed by the third master of the master and his father to practice in the mountains, and his mind is pure,

"Oh, thank you, master, for your kindness," Shi Lingjun said honestly.

Zen Zhi glanced at the apprentice and sighed, and the three of them worked together to teach a fool. Sigh to sigh, but also proud, sixteen years ago, the head of the family brought back a baby in a panic, and said to the three elders: "This son is different from ordinary people, and he must be cultivated more." ”

The three of them didn't take it seriously, but something terrifying to them appeared, this baby was enlightened very early, when other children were babbling, he was reciting ancient gods, he learned what they taught him, and absorbed it quickly like a sponge, and the head of the family did not let him be born for sixteen years in order to keep his mind pure and maintain his absolute belief in the ancient gods.

The three of them, one slippery, one funny, and one wooden came to the palace hall.

The emperor, the prince and the beggar hurriedly got up and greeted the three of them.

When the beggar looked up, he was horrified to see someone he didn't want to see.

The man was staring at him fiercely, his tender lips biting and blood oozing out.

The beggar smiled bitterly, it's really a narrow road!