Just when the two sides were chatting about unnutritious topics to kill time, there was a sudden wave of elemental fluctuations from the No. 2 pit directly below, which was covered by weeds.

As a white-robed mage, Wynne felt this particularly strongly, and his face became solemn.

In his perception, it was as if the elements in the air were cheering, holding a grand celebration.

He stared at Wood, worried about what was going on at this time, and at the same time transmitted the message to Brando.

The latter slowly pulled out the elven sword Zhanguang Thorn, the blade of the sword is very in line with the elven aesthetic blade type, looking up along the hollow silver gauntlet, two rows of elven characters faintly appeared on the sword body.

"The frost front can cut through the clouds, and it is determined to the sky."

The bright light pierced Wood's eyes with a slight pain.

During the stalemate, there was a sudden flash of light below, and after the dust settled, six figures lined up.

……

During the teleportation, when Mu Yan's weightlessness had not disappeared, he saw Lancelot stretching out a hand to him in a daze.

What is he going to do? Although he was tempted to ask, his physical discomfort prevented him from opening his mouth.

At this time, other people were also in a trance and did not see this scene.

Lancelot's hand rested directly on his neck, the palm of his hand pressed against the back of his neck, and then the veins of the two golden leaves that had disappeared for half a year reappeared, accompanied by a dazzling golden light. At the same time, the teleportation ended, and the white light reached its peak, completely drowning out the former's brilliance.

Mu Yan felt that he had suddenly lost control of his body, and a powerful and familiar soul awoke from his body, and the tremendous pressure like sea water seemed to drown him.

At the moment, he was like a spectator who had been driven from the console to the side, and could only watch what he was doing through the big screen in front of him. Just when he was trembling and wanted to call for help for himself, he found that the six senses were slowly fading, and soon, except for sight and hearing, he had nothing left, and it seemed that even the ability to think was deprived.

……

Sulia opened her eyes in a daze, and seemed to see Mu Yan's indifferent eyes in a trance, and she was instantly awakened.

Shamu...... You ......"

When the other party heard this, his body trembled imperceptibly, but he quickly returned to normal.

Not only that, but he also stopped Surya's attempts to get closer to him.

"I'm fine, you take care of yourself."

The tone is a little stiff.

The girl keenly sensed something unusual, but a voice from above her interrupted her thoughts.

"My student, long time no see."

Wynne left Brando and Wood to confront him, and flew straight down himself, looking at her with a grin.

In his perception, there were five people around Surya, the gray-haired one was an ordinary person, and the remaining few were all ordinary adventurers except for this young mage with good talent, similar to her level, maybe a team.

"Principal Wynne ......"

Sulia subconsciously shrank behind Mu Yan, who was unnatural for a while.

It seems that no matter what world they are in, the fear of the principal is inherent.

Lancelot couldn't stand it anymore, and the hand he put on Mu Yan's shoulder was slightly hard, and the latter came to his senses.

"Principal Wynne." He stepped forward to block Surya as he bowed slightly. "Let me introduce myself, the contemptible Xia Mu, who is also a scholar, admires your speech at the 'Silver Candle Society' on 'Knowledge Changes Destiny, Truth Has No Power'."

"Oh?" Wynne couldn't help but be a little surprised, the young man in front of him, who claimed to be a scholar, seemed to be a little too young. He remembered that he seemed to have invited only some acquaintances to his speech, and he had no impression of them...... Is it hearsay?

But he didn't have time to think about this, he was more concerned about the messy lady in front of him. So he nodded politely, said "thank you" and said no more.

However, the other party does not seem to have any intention of stopping there.

“…… Although your point of view is very unique and thought-provoking, I still have some doubts, I wonder if you can give me some advice. ”

Wynne wanted to push the familiar guy away, but seeing that the other party seemed to have a good relationship with his student, he replied patiently.

"Then you can make a long story short, time is precious."

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Yan's mouth raised slightly, and then he spoke.

"Thank you. So...... My question is, what is the use of knowledge in the face of absolutely crushing forces? Or when faced with the trade-off between power and knowledge, how do you choose? ”

Wynne paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Young man, your question doesn't make sense. The so-called knowledge itself is a kind of power, if you insist on making a choice, it is natural to choose the knowledge accumulated in a down-to-earth manner, since ancient times, how many people have lost themselves in the face of power, and their irrationality is a manifestation of lack of wisdom...... As for the first question you mentioned, knowledge is like a trickle, accumulated over a long period of time into a river, and its meaning is to prevent the emergence of what you call 'absolute crushing', which is not a strong medicine, but nutrients that precipitate in bones and muscles. ”

Mu Yan was very satisfied with this answer, but it had nothing to do with him.

"Praise your wisdom, Principal Wynne"

He bowed deeply.

Wynne suddenly had a little more affection for this studious young mage, and he turned to Surya and said, "Surya, if you can't let go of these companions, you can take them back to the Morning Star with you, and I will take him in place." ”

Things were moving so fast that Surya was still a little dazed. She stared at Mu Yan's not wide back, which would have brought her a sense of security, but now, it was a little strange.

After the teleportation, it was as if he was a different person.

Lancelot, who was ignored, was about to say something to brush up on his thin presence, and the two of them gave him a chance to appear.

The two people facing each other seemed to have broken down, or they didn't plan to talk properly in the first place, and two spherical fields, one black and one white, instantly spread out in the air, although the volume was not as exaggerated as McTallen's, but it also looked very visually impactful.

Especially since they were at an average height, the realm was almost close to the ground, and the few people below could feel the biting chill and the strange black qi.

Wynn was about to cast a spell to protect everyone, but unexpectedly, his eyes were stung by the sudden golden light in front of him.

It seemed to be as bright as a star, dazzling even in the daytime. It was also mixed with a sword intent that soared into the sky, as if it was about to cut through the sky.

Brando and Wood's realm was like snow meeting a hot fire in front of this golden light, melting in an instant, and there was no slag left in the scorched slag, leaving only the two of them with horrified expressions.

The seven or eight helpers who were wandering not far away were extremely glad that they did not make a rash move at this time, and their feet were like taking root, and no matter how urged by Wood, they did not dare to take a step forward.

……

The two swordsmen, who felt the tremendous pressure, obediently flew down and stood cautiously with Wynne. The latter frowned, as if remorseful for his error in judgment.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't mean anything."

Lancelot smiled gently.

Wynne and Brando glanced at each other, and he saw the warning in the latter's eyes...... and a trace of unconcealable war spirit.

This bastard who doesn't care about anything for swordsmanship...... He cursed in his heart, and then spoke again: "May I ask what your Excellency is called?" ”

"Just call me Shansi."

"Your Excellency, I'm glad to see you. Wynne Garcia, Honorary President of Morrowind Academy, I wonder what is the relationship between Your Excellency and my student Surya? ”

Faced with this question, Lancelot just wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't remember the condensed word, so he looked at Mu Yan.

The latter didn't know what he meant, and immediately transmitted the sound.

"Temporary guardian!"

"Oh yes, temporary guardian." Lancelot smiled, "You can simply understand it as a personal bodyguard and swordsmanship instructor. ”

"Huh?" Surya was stunned, how could she not know that Mr. Shans still had this identity?

Originally, she thought that the other party's so-called "sending a few people out" was just opening the teleportation circle, but she didn't expect him to be sent outside the Wind Firmament, and now it seems to be ...... Much more than that?

She wanted to ask, but was stopped by the other party with a look.

Presumably Xia Mu's idea again? Thinking so, she didn't ask more.

After Wynne listened, his silver-gray eyebrows seemed to be tangled.

"Lord Shans...... To put it mildly, Surya is very important to Morrowind, and it is really difficult for an unidentified person like you to be Surya's teacher. Besides, she's still married—"

"Principal Wynne." Mu Yan spoke. "What if Mr. Shans could become Morrowind's Honorary Teacher? I guess it's easy to explain why Morning Star's Rose hasn't been seen for four years in a row, you probably won't refuse a powerful legendary swordsman to join Morrowind, right? If his character could be vouched for by Miss Soulia. ”

He gave Surya a look, and the girl immediately nodded in proof.

"Principal Wynne, Mr. Shans has no ill will."

Wynne pondered for a moment, and he realized that what the other party said was indeed a solution. As for the rest, after going back, I have my own way to solve it, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Morning Star City, it's not that there are no legendary masters, so I can't make any big mess with him. So he looked at the other man.

"In that case, I wonder what Mr. Shans thinks?"

"I don't care." Lancelot shrugged.

"That's excellent." Brando interjected, "Mr. Shans, after returning to the Morning Star, I hope to give me advice. ”

"Okay." He bowed slightly.

Mu Yan rolled his eyes, this concise but forceful way of replying was learned from him at first glance.

It wasn't until the end of the conversation that Surya realized that her fate seemed to have been arranged, but the few didn't give themselves a chance to interject, and their good-looking eyebrows were tangled together.

In fact, there was one person who was more anxious than she was at this time, and that was Wood.

Wood didn't find a reason to interject from the beginning, Wynne, the old fox, firmly controlled the rhythm of his speech, and didn't give him a royal family any face at all, and finally heard the word "marriage contract", and was interrupted by the young man, which was really unlucky. Seeing that their communication was over and the matter was a foregone conclusion, he was about to brush up on his sense of existence, but he was preempted again.

"Have you had enough greetings?" Tina chimed in, and the fresh air of the Grey Valley seemed to restore the eldest lady to her former arrogance.

"This human has made a pact with us first, and he can't return to your human kingdom."

There was no doubt that she was referring to Mu Yan.

However, the latter raised an eyebrow, "When did your pretty pointed ears hear that I was going back to the morning star?" ”

"What?"

"What!! Shamu, you-"

Two exclamations rang out one after the other, the first from Tina and the second from Surya. Before the girl finished speaking, she was knocked unconscious by Lancelot's hand knife.

"Your Excellency—" Wynne shouted angrily.

Brando also drew his elven sword, and he had the intention of striking if he didn't agree.

"Principal Wynne, summon a qi element." Mu Yan said. "Aruma Type IV, the softest kind."

"Who are you?"

Wynne couldn't help but be a little surprised that the other party knew him so well.

"Do as I say, I have no ill will."

Mu Yan seemed to have something on his mind, and he didn't even bother to explain.

The headmaster snorted, but did it anyway, after all, Surya still had a marriage contract, and all the men present were men, and the other party's idea was really in place.

The chubby qi elemental was about three meters tall, like an elf summoned from a magic lamp, in the shape of an inverted cone. It held the unconscious maiden, who was lying like in soft cotton.

Mu Yan thought about it, and finally took off the Ring of Forgiveness and handed it to Lancelot.

"Give it to her when she wakes up, and don't forget what you promised me."

"Understood."

Lancelot nodded, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mu Yan with his eyes.

In desperation, a wooden sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his hand.

The long sword drew a semicircle with arc light in the air, then raised horizontally, pushed forward, and then pulled back into the sheath, and finally he struck his left chest with his right hand holding the sword, bowing slightly to Mu Yan.

The latter sneered and stepped forward to hug him.

"Now that the 'Requiem' is here, don't forget my 'Requiem'." He whispered in Lancelot's ear.

"Yes."

Hearing this reply, Mu Yan smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and finally turned around and walked towards the three elves.

Lancelot then put away his sword and glanced at Wood without a trace.

"A few of you are coming together, so let's go back together, shall we?"

The gentle eyes pierced Wood's body, and those careful thoughts were forcibly suppressed.

Where the hell did the monster come from...... He thought to himself.