The terrifying suction disappeared, the aura between heaven and earth returned to its normal state, and the collapsing black hole stopped expanding.

Retracted the palms that were against Mu Qing, the hospital clothes on their bodies were as if they had just been fished out of the water, all wet with sweat, Su Yan and Mu Qing could no longer control their bodies, and they both fell to the ground in both directions.

Liu Mengmeng and Tang Guo'er, as well as those academy students who were flying into the sky, also fell back to the ground one after another.

The situation just now seemed to be peaceful, but in fact it was extremely dangerous, if it weren't for Su Yan stretching out his hands in time to form a loop with Mu Qing's spiritual power, or if Mu Qing only had the slightest doubt, the two would definitely not be able to resist the strong gravitational pull of the black hole.

Mu Qing is a cultivator who knows his fate, and Su Yan's realm during this period of time has also been knowing his fate, unless he has no rules and can control some laws of heaven and earth, no one can escape the fate of being swallowed by the black hole.

There are only a few known unruly in the world, and they can be counted with one pair of hands.

No one knows what the void behind the black hole is, and no one knows what the fate is after entering the void, and the cultivators who entered the void in those extremely small probability events that people know have never appeared on the continent again.

The collapse of a black hole is a phenomenon caused by the collapse of the laws of space. There is no rule, ignoring the rules, and the law is the rule of heaven and earth. The academy's division of the realm of cultivation is clear, and the world after the undisciplined is a sacred and unknown world.

Only after reaching the divine can the spatial crack be repaired, in other words, only the divine realm can create a part of the law, and the law of the saint is the law of the world, which is different from the law of heaven and earth, that is the unspeakable realm.

Could it be that this scholar turned out to be a saint after crossing the rules? Could it be that the master appeared as a saint? Mu Qing's calm eyes were shocked.

The Master and the Saint have always been just legends,

How many saints are there on the continent? Those sacreds that have crossed the realm of no order have never appeared on the continent again anyway.

Don't look at Su Yan is now a fateful person, Mu Qing is also a fateful now, on the one hand, because it is a natural asset that they have not encountered for a thousand years, and more importantly, because of ...... Throughout the ages, after countless years of accumulation, there are still some unrectipated, but those who cross the threshold are counted on one hand.

What's more, except for the master who founded the academy, the others are just people's speculations, including the Sang Qing who enlightened the Great River.

Thinking about it this way, the unruly saint is like the sun in the sky that dominates this world. The people on the ground looked at the scholar in the air, the sun's light shone on the scholar's body, and a misty halo emanated from his body.

Liu Mengmeng's original worship of Su Yan was instantly transferred to the scholar, sage, Lao Tzu saw the sage today.

His eyes became hotter and hotter, and his mouth opened wider and wider, Liu Mengmeng looked at the humanoid sun in the sky, uh, it was not the sun, it was a scholar, and he only felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and his whole body began to tremble with excitement, and the master was revealed!

The scholar stood high in the air, his brows furrowed.

The scholar stood high in the air and pulled a cloud casually.

The sky was silent, and the wind became quiet, lest it frighten the scholars at this time.

The clouds were carefully spread out with both hands, like a brocade spread. Then the scholar took the brocade and walked towards the black hole, as if he were on flat ground.

As if sensing the fiery and adoring gazes of the people below, the scholar walked more elegantly. It's like walking on the grass, lest you step on those little flowers.

Not a long distance scholar but walked a long time with small steps, and finally walked in front of the black hole, the scholar carefully spread the white cloud in his hand on the black hole, the white cloud is not big enough, the scholar will pull the white cloud again, pulled into the size of a black hole, and then also carefully smoothed the edge of the white cloud, and his hands were gentle and careful like caressing the girl's delicate face.

A hole was broken in the space, in fact, the sky on the mainland was broken a hole, and the scholar made up this hole with white clouds, which was to put a white patch on the sky on the continent.

That year, I patched the sky with white clouds.

From a long distance, this patch is very similar to the patch on the scholar's cotton coat, except that the well-proportioned and dense stitches are missing.

The black hole was filled, and the vitality between heaven and earth was completely restored to its normal state.

After doing this, the scholar seemed to feel tired. The right hand pulled a white cloud again, rubbing it in the hand, and after a while, he actually made a recliner, and the scholar lay on the recliner in the air like that, lying on his back, and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, I'm tired, I'm really not doing the work, I wouldn't have come back so early if I knew it." "I completely forgot the image of the master who just filled the black hole, and I didn't fall to the ground.

One of the people in the backyard of the academy had a faintly unsteady breath.

The scholar did not speak again, but lay on the chaise longue and looked left and right at the patch he had just made, sometimes with a pale, sometimes with a frowning brow, as if he was satisfied with his masterpiece for a while and dissatisfied for a while.

On the street, except for Su Yan and Mu Qing, there were already a lot of people who came over, and everyone looked up at the sky, looking at the scholar's behavior at this time, with a strange look of worship.

The scholar, who had been lying lazily on a chair made of white clouds for a while, slapped his thigh and stood up, and suddenly realized on his face: "I always feel that something is wrong, it turns out that this patch is too eye-catching here." ”

With his hands forward, he was about to remove the patch, and the crowd below scattered in all directions.

Fortunately, the scholar groped in the air for a long time, but after all, he didn't remove the patch, the black hole is there, and there will be a big problem if the patch is revealed, and then he will have to make up for it again, which the scholar knows.

But I always feel that a patch on the blue sky is not good-looking, but I forget the patch on my cotton clothes.

Looking at the white patch in the blue sky, the more the scholar looked at it, the more annoyed he became.

"None of you come out to help?" asked the scholar in the air, where there was no one but himself, only air.

"I'm working hard here to mend the hole, you should watch the show. "Still no one answered.

The powerful aura that had appeared in the city before was even more hidden.

The white-haired old man in the palace shrunk his neck and simply lay down on the bed and slept with his head covered.

"Are you not ready?" the scholar did not speak again when he finished asking, but his figure faded a little.

The scholar appeared in front of the old man in the palace: "Old man, are you going?" was a little annoyed, and his tone was not polite.

The old man coughed twice in the quilt: "Mr. Big, it's not that the old man I don't want to help you, it's really that I looked at the stars for a long time last night, and I felt the wind and cold, and when I planted flowers a few days ago, the sun was too big and I was sunburned." Look, I'm sweating under the covers, isn't I?"

It's heat stroke and cold, and now it's sweating directly, and the old man is not lightly ill.

In order to confirm what he said, the old man coughed twice with difficulty.

It turns out that the scholar is not the master, but the scholar is Mr. Big.

The scholar was so angry that he became happy, and took two steps to sit on the side of the old man's bed: "You are not lightly ill." ”

"yes, yes. The old man hurriedly replied, and his head in the quilt lit up like a chicken pecking rice.

"Old man, you said that you are a great cultivator with no rules, why did you catch a cold?" the scholar said earnestly.

"Mr. Big, don't you know wow, usually people like you and me will definitely not catch a cold and have these minor diseases, but that day Old Man Jiang came to bet with me that we don't have to cultivate to stand in the sun and see who is basking for a little longer, no, I'll get heat stroke?"

"Mr. Big, you know that there are only a few jars of wine left in Old Man Jiang, and he doesn't make wine anymore, but one jar is less than one jar to drink. "Anyway, there is really such a thing, and I am not afraid that the two will confront each other at that time, but the summer will definitely not hit, but Mr. Big will definitely have heat stroke when he comes, and Old Man Jiang must also have heat stroke now."

Old man Jiang is a good drinker, a good drinker and a winemaker, and claims to be a wine saint.

There are not many people who dare to call themselves saints, and Xue Guangming does not dare to say that he is a sword saint.

I was not the only one suffering from heat stroke, and the old man secretly boasted in his heart about his eagerness

The scholar is even happier, this time it's not angry, it's true happiness, two great cultivators bet on basking in the sun, one of them also suffered from heat stroke, and everyone wants to be happy.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, Mr. Big, it's true, this physical condition is not good now, I'm afraid that it will be self-defeating and ruin your big business, Mr. Big." "What the old man said is called a heart-to-heart and lungs.

The scholar was not reluctant, stood up, and helped the old man pull the quilt, covering the old man more tightly: "Since you are sick, you should cultivate well, eat lightly, and you can't drink." ”

The scholar glanced at the corner of the room, "Yes, yes, thank you for your concern." The old man's body in the quilt shook even more when the scholar glanced at the corner of the wall. "He Lao is in poor health, Xiaosheng is not reluctant," the scholar's gentle voice still echoed in the room, but the figure disappeared.

Finally sent away the great god, the old man put his head out of the quilt, took a deep breath of the outside air, just held back, compared to helping Mr. Big to make up the hole, uh, is to make up the space hole, the loss of a jar of old man Jiang's wine is still acceptable.

The existence of being able to accompany the scholar to fill the hole in the space is something that only a pervert and a fool can do, just because the scholar's requirements for patching are too perverted. The old man looked at the corner of the wall, and felt a little distressed about the jar of wine.

The scholar went to several other places, including Licheng, and some other places scattered all over the mainland, and the locations were hidden and unknown.

Without any accidents, the scholar returned to Licheng alone, but the pockets of his cotton clothes became bulging, as if there were a lot of things added to it.

The scholar's speed was very fast, and he was still standing in the sky, and the people below did not notice anything unusual, only Su Yan and Mu Qing saw some differences, and they felt the slight fluctuations in the aura of heaven and earth when the scholar left.

That's the power of rules.

Scholars grasp the power of spatial rules.

But that patch in the sky was still there, and the blue sky was pasted with a white patch.

Some people think it's beautiful, and some people don't look good. It is Tang Guoer who thinks it is beautiful, the white patch looks like a marshmallow from a distance, and it is the scholar who thinks it is not beautiful, how to look at it is not pleasing to the eye.

The scholar has a habit of thinking about things, that is, patting his head, he keeps thinking of various ways, so he keeps patting his head.

Think, think, shoot, shoot.

Think about it, pat it on the back.

The crowd below looked at the scholar who was patting his head in mid-air in surprise, but Su Yan wondered in his heart: Why didn't the scholar come down and think on the ground, but he wanted to pat his head in mid-air.

In fact, the scholar didn't want to think about it on the ground, but he was too focused on thinking about the patch, and he didn't expect this stubble.

The way to pat your head is a bad idea, and the way you think about it countless times is definitely not a bad idea. The scholar finally came up with a solution: "You guys are also watching the fun, why don't you come and help me." The scholar shouted, still shouting into the air.

As soon as the scholar's words fell, the sound of wheels pressing on the bluestone slabs sounded in the street.

A green ox pulled a board car appeared on the street, the car pulled a car slowly a car of books, followed by a middle-aged man and a plain woman carrying a burden, one end of the burden is a blazing furnace, one end is an iron pier for striking iron, a young man with a high crown led by the green ox to walk in front of the car, there is a goose standing on the car, the car is followed by a young man who carries a burden, the burden must not be light, the young man picks a little hard, and the flat shoulder keeps changing on the left and right shoulders.

He originally wanted to put the burden on the car, but Qingniu didn't do it, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity to get out of the academy for a short time.

The teenager is Wednesday and Wednesday, Gao Guan'e is naturally the second senior brother, the middle-aged and the woman are naturally red makeup and blacksmiths, and even the geese of the academy run out to join in the fun.

"Hahaha," the scholar laughed and fell from the air, "It's still your own people." ”

Carried away, he didn't control his strength, and with a bang, the scholar was carried down from mid-air and landed on the street, bringing up a large canopy of dust.