"Actually, you and the enemies of the Ye Dynasty are both in common, so why pretend to be high? Wouldn't it be better to take advantage of the situation? ”

Wu Duxue knew that in the face of a natural rebellious person like the wolf head, she naturally couldn't communicate in a traditional way.

Therefore, the so-called transaction can only be used to communicate with it.

"And then?"

The wolf head didn't say anything, but just asked rhetorically, wanting Wu Duxue to finish speaking.

In fact, this is already a concession from the wolf's head, if he is here today, even if Wei Nanqi is here, I am afraid it will be difficult to do this.

Maybe the head of the person on the item has been directly removed by the two scimitars of the wolf's head.

Wu Duxue frowned, but she didn't dare to show anything in her eyes, the wolf head in front of her was a person who was too casual, if she really provoked the other party, I am afraid that the next thing would really be discussable.

"In fact, as a transaction between the two sides, the seniors will not lose anything."

Wu Duxue tried her best to smile, but under the tight lock at the center of her eyebrows, it looked extremely unnatural, and then continued:

"I took this cold sky Xuanbing from the palace, so that Miss Wang Jia's body can be placed here safe and sound, and the seniors can come and go at will, no one will stop them, and in the case of King Changwu, the seniors only need to point out that the murderer is Yang Guang in their personal capacity, and the rest have nothing to do with the seniors."

Wu Duxue said, kept looking at the wolf's head, hesitated slightly for a moment, and then continued:

"That Changwu King has no reason to send troops, even if he wants to rebel, it has nothing to do with his predecessors, and when Yang Guang is captured by us, he will naturally be handed over to his seniors to deal with, and when everything is over, the seniors can leave with Wang Jia's body, and no one will stop him."

Indeed, as Wu Duxue said, this account sounds like a wolf's head, and it is indeed not a loss at all.

The wolf's head pondered cautiously for a long time, and the night wind was still urging.

"Okay, I'll wait for you for a day."

The emotional impact of the wolf's head in this continuous experience, at the moment he felt a headache in the evening breeze, this kind of heavy damage is no better than the body.

After agreeing to Wu Duxue's proposal, the wolf's head was slightly tired, and Wu Duxue, who had never felt it, looked at the wolf's slightly emaciated back at the moment, very lonely and helpless.

Yes, under the coat of the breath of the strong, the wolf head is just a mortal after all, and there will be heartache and loss.

didn't have time to do more to understand, Wu Duxue watched the wolf head go to the remote area with Wang Jia in her arms, so she hurriedly walked out, and told the officers and soldiers of the guards before leaving, so that everyone remembered that they were not allowed to enter the side courtyard without their own orders, and they should not disturb the rest of the wolf head.

Under the sky of the first lunar month, in the Sage Academy in Kyoto, the moonlight is swaying without hush, and it seems that after entering the cold winter, such heroic moonlight is very rare.

An old man with silver hair and white beard sat quietly in the classroom of the academy, facing the silver moon outside the window, his eyes were a little embarrassed.

"There are only a few people in the world, and there is sadness under sorrow."

Although the old man looks like he has been a hundred years old, his voice is still loud, and with the old man slowly coming out word by word, the momentum of the whole person gradually becomes majestic.

"The teacher's righteousness is really getting more and more mellow."

A young voice sounded behind the old man, and the entire classroom was dark, only the moonlight shone in through the windows around him, if the young scholar did not speak, I am afraid that even if the grandmaster-level master was present, it would be difficult to detect his existence.

"Hehehe, I'm old after all, everyone in the world thinks that the sage is holy, and he can steal the sky and change the day, but I don't know, the sage is just the remnant of all things, you haven't heard from you for so long, and finally came back."

The old man is none other than the sage of Kyoto, the book saint Condor.

"Students are taught by their teachers, so it is natural for them to come back and visit them."

The young man smiled gently, this smile made people feel extraordinarily quiet under the moonlight, and even had some sense of sleep.

"Oh?"

Kong Mo seemed to notice the change in the temperament of the student behind him, and slowly turned his head, the embarrassment in his eyes had dissipated, and he was replaced by a clear and bright sagity in his eyes.

"You seem to have realized something, but you seem to have nothing."

For the first time, Kong Mo discovered that there were still things in this world that he couldn't see through, and he couldn't help but feel a little novel.

"A teacher is a teacher, and it's really amazing."

The young scholar was still smiling, but when he saluted, it was completely different from the etiquette of the Ye Dynasty, but he folded his hands and bowed down.

Kong Mo was a little dissatisfied with the young scholar's behavior, and his eyebrows were slightly tufted, as if he was reproachful.

However, when I saw the appearance of my most proud student again, the original sense of blame in my heart quietly faded.

"Over the years, you have gone out, and your teacher has asked someone to inquire about your news, but you found that it seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news at all, but I was a little worried."

Kong Mo walked to the front position and sat down slowly, and the young scholar was also very skillful in the first position of Kong Mo's hand.

"Hehehe, this position of yours has been empty for a long time, I can't imagine that when I see the person in this position again, it will still be you."

Kong Mo said with a smile, and the gaze in his eyes turned out to be all looking back at past memories.

"Teacher, you're old."

The young scholar smiled, and his eyes still seemed to be like a calm lake, without a trace of emotion.

With this sentence of the young scholar, teacher, you are old.

Kong Mo's expression changed slightly at this time.

Slightly confused? Contemplation? Or is it sadness?

"Teacher, you're tired."

The young scholar continued to speak slowly, but every word seemed to have infinite magic, repeating in Kong Mo's heart.

Tired! Tired, tired?

is really tired, Kong Mo unknowingly, he feels that he is indeed tired.

A powerful tiredness actually appeared in my heart.

The young scholar looked at Kong Mo in front of him, his originally clear eyes gradually began to become cloudy at this moment, and the spirit of the whole person seemed to be taken away for a moment, and the body sitting on the first place began to shake from side to side.

Wrong.

Just when Kong Mo was about to fall asleep completely, suddenly a mighty righteousness in his heart flashed in the spiritual platform, like a dazzling sun, instantly crushing all of Kong Mo's negative emotions.

Kong Mo woke up, his body straightened up instantly, his eyes stared straight at the student he was once proud of, and said angrily:

"Shi Hua, where did you learn such ghostly techniques!"