Yan Bugui's face became more and more ugly when he was nagged by the old dean, but He Qiusheng on the side was smug.

"I said Dean, I look at this East Courtyard and should have changed people a long time ago, what do you see Yan Bugui did? In the past few years, there have only been so many disciples, except for those few little beggars, who is willing to worship him as a teacher? Now it's getting more and more unpleasant, and he even picked up a little beggar from outside who didn't give money, and he didn't eat and drink enough, and he even dared to do something to the disciples of the South Academy. If you continue to let it go like this, wouldn't it be heaven-upside down! He Qiusheng was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he was alarmist.

"This ......," the dean frowned.

Jun Wuxian looked at Yiqiē in the study coldly, and the coldness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Dean, don't hesitate, it's hard for you to want to see the disciples of the Eastern Academy, and you can't force the disciples of the other courtyards away, it's all ......" He Qiusheng's words were not finished.

Jun Wuxian slapped the dean's desk in a loud voice, and under her little hand was a silver ticket.

"Is that enough?" Jun Wuxian said coldly.

For a moment, the other three people in the study were stunned.

The old dean's eyes were fixed on the silver ticket, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Silver Ticket ......

How many years has he not seen it?

He Qiusheng was impassioned by Jun Wuxie's interruption, and when he saw Jun Wuxian throw out a silver ticket, his face immediately turned green!

The corners of his mouth twitched and said, "The East Courtyard owes a few years ago, don't think that you can wipe it out with a few hundred taels." My apprentice has a rich family, and he can take out a few hundred taels casually, not a little beggar like you......"

He Qiusheng was halfway through his words, and he was stubbornly carded.

The old dean took the silver ticket while He Qiusheng was speaking, and when he looked at the numbers on it, he immediately gasped!

He Qiusheng glanced at it, his expression was extremely disdainful, but when he saw the numbers on it clearly, his face turned pale, and his expression was ugly as if he had been slapped a few big mouths.

On the snow-white silver ticket, a shocking number was written in a big thorn......

100,000 taels!

The old dean's hand holding the silver ticket began to tremble, and his beard twitched.

The annual income of the entire Fengqi Academy is only thirty or forty thousand taels after deducting expenses, but Jun Wuxie's shot is one hundred thousand taels!

This is equivalent to the revenue of Fengqi Academy for two or three years!

No wonder the old dean's expression was as excited as a convulsion!

He Qiusheng's expression was like swallowing, and he was pale for a while.

His disciple can take out a few hundred taels casually, but this little ghost can take out 100,000 taels casually!

He Qiusheng wondered if he was hallucinating!

"This ...... This silver ticket must be fake! He Qiusheng shouted in disbelief, how could this plain-clothed little ghost have so much money as soon as he made a move!

Jun Wuxian raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at He Qiusheng who was embarrassed and angry, and didn't bother to give him a word.

The old dean was reminded by He Qiusheng, and immediately squinted his eyes and carefully observed the imprint on the silver ticket.

After a moment, he smiled and said, "This silver ticket is real!" This is the mark of Lingyue Qianzhuang! You can't go wrong! ”

He Qiusheng really can't say a word now, Lingyue Qianzhuang is the largest Qianzhuang, and there are their footprints in all countries, and the imprints of Lingyue Qianzhuang are all marked with spiritual power, which is not imitated by ordinary people at all.

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What's more, everyone can go to rest, Mo Da, I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day.