Fu Yunge finally heard the words of his seniors. His face was hot, and the tip of his nose was sour.

He had never had a high hope, and he had intended to keep this title in his heart all the time.

However, he didn't know that his every move was slowly melting the thick ice of poinsettia plum. Until tonight, the snow melts and the ice disappears, and the spring water is back to spring.

"Disciple Fu Yunge...... Meet Master!"

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And on the periphery of the distant pillars, there are treacherous clouds. Just because of the notice of the Nine Thorough Shadows, the people who tried to infiltrate or attack the Qiongtian Temple and seize the Heart Lake Meteorite did not stop for a day.

The three sects on the periphery also held their own positions, so that the careerists who wanted to gather troops to attack Huanglong have not succeeded.

However, this alone has restrained a large number of their troops, and the Nine Shadow can still be said to be highly skilled.

Moreover, what should be worried the most is not the stalemate forces fighting outside, but beware of the rats who sneak in.

In the Qiongtian Palace, in the triple dark room, Jue Tongjun faced the light that came in from the window and pondered.

And his hands are covered with blood at the moment.

Lying to the ground in front of him were a few thieves who had sneaked in secretly and coveted meteoric iron. It wasn't clear if they were the power of the Nine Shadows, but since they had chosen this desperate path, he could only give them a ride with his own hands.

Somewhat disgusted, he pulled away, wanting to wash his hands as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, he still disposed of the corpse of the dark passage first, and then confirmed the safety of the meteorite.

When everything was handled properly, he slowly paced back to the Qiongtian Palace.

Outside the palace gate, several Confucian scholars from Qingya Academy had already gathered, as if there was a new war situation.

He sat down in his chair casually, cleaned up the clutter on the table, and let everyone come in to discuss.

"What's going on?" he looked up at the Confucian scholars who had walked in one after another.

The leading Confucian scholar is square-crowned and has a calm and lofty spirit on his face. He stood upright in front of Jue Tongjun's table, and said loudly: "The academy's master's sword formation has been broken, but Yi Laoxuan is still stubborn and does not let go. I would like to ask you to come forward and advise on your behalf. ”

After listening to this, Jue Tongjun looked a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

"The three major sword formations of Qingya Academy, Yi Laoxuan's master's sword formation alone can last for such a long time, which is already extraordinary. He sighed, then smiled encouragingly, "Thank you too." ”

Although the Confucian scholars were comforted, they were still a little angry: "This is what the academy should do." However, Yi Laoxuan's insistence on going his own way and rejecting comrades is probably harmful to the current situation. ”

Jue Tongjun looked at them with a wry smile, thinking that if the academy sacrificed wine and Qingying Shufan and Law Dingmo were still there, they would definitely not make such a fuss.

But after all, they are all in the same branch, and they have all come to the door, so he has no reason not to care.

"Yi Laoxuan's personality is like this, and I know it. He smiled and took the pen and ink from the table, "That's good." I will write a letter, and you will pass it on to him. In addition, the Zongmu Sword Formation and the Rentian Sword Formation, you can arrange it yourself. ”

Finally, seeing that Jue Tongjun was willing to help, the expressions of the Confucian scholars gradually eased.

Jue Tongjun worked hard to write the book, and the text was written in an instant without adding a point, and handed it over to the Confucian scholars.

Seeing them off, Jue Tongjun returned to his chair and looked up at the carved lacquered ceiling, a little distracted.

They can't continue to be pinned down like this, and they must find a way to counteract. The Nine Shadows are raging, and he must move his best troops to the front lines of need.

After a moment of deep thought, he slowly reached for the teacup on the table. However, when I touched it, there was no water in it, and when I looked at the teapot next to it, it was the same.

Jue Tongjun looked at the teapot blankly for a while, and finally sighed.

At this time, Su Bezhi walked in through the door again.

After entering the door, he saw Jue Tongjun's sad appearance, and his expression didn't care much. It wasn't until he reached the table that he leaned over and patted the dust off his body and threw something on his desk.

Jue Tongjun was startled by the sound of the thing knocking on the table, and then he came back to his senses.

"What's the matter, it looks like it's stiff. Su Bezhi neatly drew a bench, sat down across the table, and pointed to the things on the table with his chin, "The jade cakes given by the people, I ate some along the way, divided some, and left you a small bag." ”

The mouth of the coarse cloth bag, the soft silk thread is slightly loosened, revealing the white flower snack inside.

Jue Tongjun glanced at it and laughed twice: "Now that the people are not living, and the victims are hungry, you ask them not to send us anything." ”

Su Bezhi didn't refute, nodded lightly and agreed: "Yes." ”

Jue Tongjun carefully put away the snacks given by the people, and then turned his gaze back to Su Beizhi's face.

"What's the matter? I came all the way back to deliver snacks. He asked nonchalantly.

Su Beizhi grinned, and the expression on his face was very proud: "I have gained a lot from this experience." ”

"Oh?" Jue Tongjun listened to his excited tone, and was also intrigued.

Su Beizhi asked him to bring the notice he had sent earlier, and Jue Tongjun pulled it out from under the map and put it on the table. Su Beizhi only unfolded the bottom three or four locations, and pointed to the last one to show Jue Tongjun.

Jue Tongjun narrowed his eyes: "...... Blood City. ”