Simple and simple huts, antique furniture, portraits of Confucius hanging on white walls, and neatly arranged bamboo slips on bookcases.

It's still the inner house, but there is no longer the sound of the girl reading aloud.

Opening his eyes, Su Mufeng stepped on the solid wood floor of the inner house again, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, his eyes were no longer gentle when he came here before, but extremely cold.

"The two people facing each other on the stone platform, the division commander watching the battle on the pavilion, and the students on both sides...... Is it the 'Wenbi' that Han Fei mentioned last time? ”

Thinking back to the picture that flashed in his mind just now, Su Mufeng remembered the last time he gave a lecture to Han Fei.

During the break, she once mentioned that there would be a literary competition at the end of each month in the Jixia School Palace, which was used to test the students of the school.

The form of Wenbi is free, comparable to poetry and songs, comparable to the righteousness of all Bibles, and comparable to fighting.

The top three winners will be given the guidance of a demi-saint resident in the Jixia Academy.

"Jixia sacrificial wine Xun Sheng went to listen to Kong Sheng's sermon a few days ago, and during this time, Mo Sheng of the Mo family was in charge of the school palace. Fei used to listen to most of the lectures on the holy way of Confucianism, and she had not yet come into contact with the Mo family, but she was a little interested. ”

"So, this time, the top three of the Philippine vs. Wenbi are bound to win."

"If Mr. is free, can you come to the court to watch the battle from the Academy?"

At that time, Han Fei was high-spirited, with a confident smile on her face, and a little expectation in her eyes.

At that time, Su Mufeng looked at her, as if he saw his young self, showing off the awards he had received to his sister.

Because the time of Jixia Xuegong Wenbi was set in the morning, Su Mufeng couldn't get out, so he could only smile and rub Han Fei's hair at that time, and didn't speak.

At that time, the girl's smile remained the same, but she looked a little lonely.

She has a lonely personality, and since she entered the Jixia School Palace, she has hardly made any friends, and her relationship with the gentlemen of Jixia is also very bad.

In the past, even if she won the first place again and again, she had no one to confide her joy in.

She could only leave the court in silence, leave her classmates who had been immersed in the feast after Wenbi, and return to the inner house, where she continued to study hard day after night until the next dawn.

Even now, when there is finally a husband who can understand her, this loneliness will continue.

At that time, looking at the girl with such a lonely expression, Su Mufeng felt a pain in his heart, and he also had the idea of coming to watch the battle at that time.

"But I didn't expect that when I really came, it would be like this."

Awakened from the memories of an instant, the smile on the corner of Su Mufeng's mouth was slightly bitter.

He strode out of the inner house.

The gaze was cold.

Murderous overflowing.

……

……

Walking on the corridor, Su Mufeng walked by the students from time to time.

While these people were talking, none of them noticed Su Mufeng passing by.

Su Mufeng's current life form is not flesh and blood, but a dimensional projection that crosses the plane and descends to Middle-earth.

Under normal circumstances, there are only abstract "rules" that can affect Su Mufeng's existence in the Middle-earth plane, just like the physical laws of gravity and light.

Except for Han Fei, who has a cross-dimensional connection with Su Mufeng, human beings who cannot become one with the laws of nature, even in the realm of saints, cannot perceive Su Mufeng's existence.

-- This is Su Mufeng's greatest reliance on the Central Continent.

Even if Kong Sheng came to the world, it would be impossible to hurt him a cold hair!

Of course, in the case of consuming system energy, Su Mufeng can still show the form, from the basic projection interface to the fully materialized mass projection.

In the corridor, Su Mufeng, who was walking briskly, looked around from time to time, examined the large and small inner houses, and said to himself: "According to what Han Fei said at the time, the Wenbi venue of the Jixia School Palace is leaving the court. ”

"Wenbi once a month, it should be a more important event in the Jixia School Palace, and the venue is naturally not likely to be in a corner. The biggest possibility is that it is in the center of the palace. ”

"Where is the center of the school palace?"

Su Mufeng paused for another moment and listened carefully to the conversation of the students next to him.

After a few moments, he was running briskly forward.

The students here are not talking about Bunbi, but about Mr. Kinoshita's lecture, although I don't know why Bunbi didn't interrupt the lecture...... But the north road must lead to the school. ”

"The north-south passage, the south is the inner house, and the north is the school. If there are no accidents, take a few more steps, and there will be an east-west pathway. ”

Sure enough, when Su Mufeng walked around a corner, a longitudinal corridor appeared in front of him.

"In the pre-Qin period, there were stone beasts stationed at the waist of the corridor, which could determine the middle of the corridor."

Su Mufeng's face was calm and he walked on the corridor.

Eyes on the six roads.

Listen to all directions.

……

Jixia School Palace, all the sons come to gather, and a hundred schools of thought are arguing.

Students from all over the world gather here, and the school palace is so big that it covers more than 300 miles and isolates the day.

The long corridors and pavilions, staggered and horizontal, seem like a labyrinth. Even Mr. Kinoshita, who has lived there for many years, is often lost in the paths of buildings.

Su Mufeng walked through the corridor without hesitation.

His brain was racing, looking for traces of leaving the court with a little knowledge of pre-Qin culture in the past and the hints of Han Fei's words in his memory.

Su Mufeng's forehead was already oozing sweat from exhaustion, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

Because, his students are leaving the courtroom.

At death's door.

……

Finally, Su Mufeng stopped and looked up at the plaque on the wooden door of the garden gate.

『Leave the Court』

Su Mufeng stepped into the door.

His eyes were no longer angry and anxious before, but there were no waves in the ancient well.

But it seems to be suppressing something.

What greeted Su Mufeng's eyes was a delicate and simple pavilion, which was arranged in a staggered manner in the garden, and the ground was full of flowers and plants, and there was a fragrance overflowing.

In the pavilion located in the four corners, only three or three students remained, and almost all of them gathered around the central pavilion, either sitting on the ground or standing with their hands in their hands, with different expressions.

At the top of the pavilion, there was a high platform, on which several gray-haired old men and several middle-aged people sat upright, their faces calm.

Su Mufeng quietly walked towards the central pavilion and walked through the crowd of chatter.

"Alas, this time Wenbi, how did it end up like this? We are all classmates, so why do we need to meet each other on the platform of life and death? ”

"If it weren't for Senior Sister Han's temperament being too arrogant, things wouldn't have gotten to this point."

"Brother Zheng's words are inevitably too thin! If it weren't for Senior Brother Li's repeated provocations, how could Han Fei make a life-and-death battle in a fit of rage!? ”

"Heh, please ask Brother Lu yourself, what's wrong with what Senior Brother Li said?"

"This—"

"Hmph, I listened to the lectures of Confucianism, but I didn't respect the holy way of Confucianism; As a student of the Academy, he does not respect Mr. Jixia; is just a jinshi, but he talks vainly about saving the world and reassuring the people...... The so-called genius is just a fanatic! ”

"Zheng Hua! Don't slander others! ”

"Lu Shijie, you can only talk about heroes, if you have the ability, why don't you go on stage to help the beauty?"

"You-"

Hearing this, Su Mufeng stopped and looked at the two people facing each other.

Zheng Hua, who despised Han Fei, looked contemptuous, while Lu Shijie was stammering and his face was flushed, but he couldn't argue.

The onlookers had different faces, but most of them agreed with Zheng Hua's words.

Most of the voices coming from afar everywhere are rebukes of Han Fei, and those who defend Han Fei like Lu Shijie can only talk about a few.

Even these justifications are weak and pale.

"Is this the world you live in?"

Su Mufeng muttered softly to himself, with a sad look in his eyes.

What is the greatest sorrow in life?

It's the whole world, and no one can understand themselves.

Su Mufeng continued to move forward silently.

Until the stage of life and death.

He finally saw that familiar back.

She was covered in scars, barely holding her body to fall, as if she would fall if a gust of wind blew.

She was holding a wolf pen, but it had already been stained red with blood, and it fell to the ground drop by drop.

Her voice was hoarse, but she was still screaming.

Su Mufeng heard that voice clearly.

"Fei, don't retreat!"