When Xia Sheng walked out of the door and came to the courtyard, it was almost dawn.

Surprisingly, even after a night of busyness and running, Xia Sheng couldn't see any tiredness in his eyes, but was full of energy.

For him, this spring competition is over.

From the moment he came to Sunset Valley, Murong Wangui and Tianxing Academy never had a chance again.

Therefore, the worries in Xia Sheng's heart returned to Wei Qiuyue's body.

Dean Wei has been away from Sunset Valley for two full days, where has she gone, and has the battle with Old Professor Tao Zhiqian been decided?

When will she come back?

Xia Sheng didn't have the slightest clue about this, so he could only choose to continue to wait blindly.

But it was at this time that he ushered in an old man who also couldn't sleep at night.

"Young Master Xia. ”

Xia Sheng turned his head when he heard the sound and frowned slightly.

Because the old man looked very raw.

After a short period of reminiscence, Xia Sheng finally remembered that he seemed to have seen the other party sitting on the main stage in yesterday's Chunqiu personal battle.

It's a pity that it's just a glimpse, so Xia Sheng didn't leave too much impression on this old man, and he didn't even know who the other party was, thinking that it should be some elder from Sunset Valley or something?

Out of politeness, Xia Sheng still saluted the old man, and said suspiciously: "I don't know if Your Excellency is ......"

With a loving smile on his face, the old man walked slowly in front of Xia Sheng and said with a smile: "Xia Gongzi may not know me, but he must have heard of the National Education Academy, right?"

Hearing this, Xia Sheng was slightly stunned.

Anglican?

Of course Xia Sheng has heard of it.

Not to mention that the Spring and Autumn Academy where he is now is only thirty miles away from the National Academy, but more importantly, the National Academy was built five hundred years ago, and Xia Sheng was originally under one person five hundred years ago. The existence of ten thousand people, therefore, he has not only heard of the Anglican, but even knows the first Pope of the Anglicanate!

That's really a name that hasn't been seen in a long time.

It is an existence engraved on the same history book as the names of Ying Tianwu, Wang Wu, Xu Bei, Mu Chenyi, and Xu Bei.

Xiao Yuanshan.

But what puzzled Xia Sheng was that Xiao Yuanshan was also listed as one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and was also killed by Emperor Taizu five hundred years ago. Why has the Anglican Academy survived to this day?

Xia Sheng couldn't find anyone to ask this question, and perhaps the final answer would be the same as the survival of Shantang.

So, there's no need to ask again.

After hearing that the old man was from the National Religious Academy, Xia Sheng's face immediately appeared with a kind smile, and he bowed and said, "I've seen an adult, I don't know what to call an adult?"

The old man nodded with satisfaction and replied, "The old man is the contemporary supervisor of the National Education Academy, if Xia Gongzi doesn't dislike it, he can call me Huang Lao." ”

"It turned out to be Huang Lao. Please forgive me for being clumsy before, it was really disrespectful. Xia Sheng was not hypocritical, and immediately bowed respectfully.

Huang Lao smiled and said: "Master Xia doesn't have to mind, now, where do people still know what the National Religious Academy does, I bet that in this Sunset Valley, there are people who know the old man's name." No more than five fingers. ”

Xia Sheng couldn't help but be amused by Huang Lao's teasing, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Huang Lao is because of this." So you can't sleep all night?"

But he never thought that this time, Huang Lao gave a surprising answer.

"No, the old man has been waiting for Mr. Xia here for a long time. ”

"Oh?" Xia Sheng's eyes were slightly stunned, and he immediately asked, "But I don't know what's going on?"

The smile on Huang Lao's face became more kind, and he looked at Xia Sheng's gaze as if he was looking at his own child. muttered: "In fact, I have heard of the name of Xia Gongzi a long time ago, and I originally thought that this spring festival would miss out on Xia Gongzi, and I deeply regret it." But I never thought that it was my honor to be able to see the true face of Xia Gongzi on the last day. ”

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "Huang Lao praised ......"

Before the words fell, Xia Sheng's gaze inadvertently fell on Huang Lao's palm, so his eyes subconsciously narrowed slightly, and it was only at this time that he finally understood the deep meaning of Huang Lao's previous words.

It's a pity that Huang Lao didn't notice Xia Sheng's abnormality, and continued: "This is not a false praise, but a fact, since ancient times, geniuses have been born as young people, but to put it bluntly, Xia Gongzi is probably the most talented person the old man has seen over the years." ”

Xia Sheng quickly put away the sharpness in his eyes, raised his head again, and showed a bright smile on his face: "Huang Lao said this, but it really tormented me, can't it be, Huang Lao waited for me here all night, just to praise me to my face?"

Huang Lao raised his hand and patted Xia Sheng's shoulder, and said with a smile: "We are all old, and the world belongs to you young people after all, so I often think that if a person as amazing and glamorous as Xia Gongzi can be appreciated by the Ye family, the Qin family, the Spring and Autumn Academy, and even His Majesty, what kind of attitude does he have towards our National Education Academy?"

Xia Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Is this question what Elder Huang wants to ask, or is it what the Pope wants to ask?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Okay, okay......" Huang Lao smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's true that the Pope, his old man, asked me to ask." ”

So Xia Sheng smiled: "Then I don't know what kind of answer Huang Lao hopes to get from me?"

Huang Lao shook his head: "I said before, for you young people now, you may not know what the meaning of the National Academy of Education is, but I think it won't take too long for the name of the National Academy to resound in the hearts of every Dajin people, people say, the icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow, what does Xia Gongzi think?"

Now that the words have been said to this point, Xia Sheng stopped going around in circles, and asked bluntly: "Does Huang Lao want me to join the National Education Academy?" But after all, I am a ...... of the Spring and Autumn Academy."

Before Xia Sheng finished speaking, Huang Lao interrupted him and said: "The two are not in conflict, you must know that even if you are discharged from the hospital, Bai Qiu, you also have the position of head of the academy in my country." ”

The voice fell. Xia Sheng was a little surprised, because this did not match the regulations of the National Education Academy formulated by him and Xiao Yuanshan five hundred years ago, but he did not ask, but nodded with a smile.

"In that case, then it is my duty to do the same. ”

"Good, good. Okay!" Huang Lao stroked his palms and laughed, and said three good words in succession, obviously he didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and immediately spoke again: "In this case, when Xia Gongzi returns to the capital, we will go through the formalities." ”

Xia Sheng smiled and nodded: "It seems that from now on, I will rely on Huang Lao's care more." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Huang Lao smiled like a child, and said again and again: "Other old men don't dare to guarantee it." But there is one thing, in the future, in the Anglican Academy, if anyone dares to be disrespectful to you, it will be disrespectful to the old man!"

After that, the two exchanged a few more words, and seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Huang Lao Shi Shiran said goodbye to Xia Sheng and left slowly.

It is very important as this year's Spring Festival. At the same time, it is also a very fair judge, and this time Huang Lao was invited by Sunset Valley to come. In fact, the real work has ended after yesterday's individual battle, and today's team battle does not need to draw lots, and it is impossible to hand over the venue to his old man, so after saying goodbye to Xia Sheng, Huang Lao took advantage of the last night and returned to his residence.

A smile of surprise flickered across his face. But there was some urgency in his eyes.

Huang Lao walked into the room, and without a moment's pause, he sat directly at the table, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and wrote hard.

Vaguely. You can see Xia Sheng's name, as well as eight large characters with strong colors.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

In a short time, a letter was completed, and Huang Lao picked up the letter paper and checked it twice, and after confirming that it was correct, he carefully folded it, and then held the letter in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, a chilling clear light suddenly burst out from Huang Lao's fingers, neither martial nor spiritual, but an incomparably luxurious treasure light!

From the jade ring on Huang Lao's index finger.

After a while, Huang Lao raised his hand and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief, and the letter paper in his palm had completely disappeared.

At the same time, Xia Sheng stood in the courtyard, his eyes were still in the night when Huang Lao left, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, and he seemed to have turned into a weathered clay statue in the cold autumn wind.

Xia Sheng stood in place for half a column of incense for a whole time, and then sighed with a wry smile: "Meng Qi, come out." ”

In an instant, the wind in the courtyard became a little louder, and then a black dress appeared beside Xia Sheng without warning, bowed his head slightly, and called softly: "Engong." ”

Xia Sheng sighed softly: "You, you, why haven't you slept yet?"

Meng Qi still lowered his head and muttered, "I'm worried about Engong's safety. ”

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "What danger can I have in this Sunset Valley? But I would like to know if you will help me if that old man suddenly attacked me just now?"

Meng Qi did not answer.

So Xia Sheng spoke again: "What do you think about the matter of the National Education Academy?"

Meng Qi hesitated for a moment and replied, "I'...... I don't understand this kind of thing. ”

The smile on Xia Sheng's face slowly disappeared, and he sighed, "How can you not understand?

Meng Qi fell silent again.

After a while, she said softly, "Engong...... How do you see that?"

Xia Sheng shook his head: "Although I have never been an assassin, you need to know that in my life, I don't know how many assassins I have encountered, so I know very well what kind of assassins are, and I know what kind of assassins' hands are born, and I have seen the Wind Blade in your hands." ”

As the words fell, Xia Sheng suddenly turned his head, looked directly into Meng Qi's eyes, and asked word by word, "Nothing else matters, but I want to know, when you first saw me, was it deliberately arranged by your teacher?"

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head neatly: "No." ”

"That's good. Xia Sheng smiled and nodded, raised his hand and patted Meng Qi's shoulder, just as Huang Lao had patted him on the shoulder before, and said to Meng Qi: "Okay, you go back to sleep, since I have promised your teacher to join the National Education Academy, I will not regret it." ”

Meng Qi's eyes seemed to show a rare trace of sadness, and he said in a deep voice: "Engong, don't you blame me......"

"What do you blame?" Xia Sheng asked rhetorically.

Meng Qi bit his lip lightly, and then spoke: "When I first came to Sunset Valley, I saw the teacher, but I didn't tell Engong. ”

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "Why should I blame you for this? After all, you don't have any malicious intentions, that's enough, but if you want to alleviate some of your guilt, I hope you can answer me honestly." ”

Meng Qi looked at Xia Sheng and nodded.

"Do you have anything to do with Hetang?"

Meng Qi frowned lightly and replied truthfully, "I don't know." ”

Xia Sheng nodded, fell into a long thought again, and the room immediately returned to absolute silence again.

In fact, since Xia Sheng's journey, he has encountered all kinds of assassins and killers, although not all of them have come against him.

For example, in the Battle of Forgetting to Return to Lin, the little girl who followed Zhao Chen, the Nine Emperor Princes, was July.

Another example is Meng Qi.

There are also those assassins who later became enemies of Xia Sheng in Osmanthus Lane and in the bamboo forest.

On the surface, although Meng Qi and the others were assassins, they belonged to different camps, but there was a problem, or rather, a coincidence.

In Xia Sheng's speculation, the person who contacted the Blood Sword Alliance and the Beast Control Villa, assassinated the Pingnanhou and the Ruling Division, and blamed Shantang should be Hetang.

But on the contrary, Meng Qi is also a link in this task chain.

Because when Xia Sheng first met Meng Qi, the latter was almost killed because of the assassination of Nanhou's daughter, Xue Qingwan, who failed the mission.

Later, in order to continue to complete this task, Meng Qi directly ambushed Xue Qingwan on the way to Beijing, but failed in the second mission and almost put Xia Sheng in.

It is worth noting that Meng Qi's mission objectives seem to be different from those of the Blood Sword Alliance and the Beast Control Villa, but they are all from the Pingnan Hou Mansion, so what is the inevitable connection between this?

For a while, Xia Sheng couldn't think of the key, but what surprised him the most was the old Huang from the National Education Academy!

If it weren't for Xia Sheng seeing it with his own eyes, I'm afraid he wouldn't have believed that the dignified National Education Academy was actually a killer!

And by coincidence, it happened to be Meng Qi's teacher!

I have to say that this incident is too unbelievable and surprising.

So much so that Xia Sheng still has some lingering palpitations.

And this discovery begs another question.

Is there a connection between Huang Lao's fact as a killer and what he said, the rise of the National Religious Academy?

After a while, Xia Sheng shook his head with a wry smile, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, looked up at the rising sun that had gradually risen, and muttered: "It's useless to think too much, what is more important now is the upcoming team battle, everything is ready, but I don't know, will the belated east wind come as promised?"

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PS: Thank you for the 588 tip of 'Xiao Ge Que', thank you for the 588 tip of 'Committing the Second Disease', and thank you for the 100 tip of 'Biluo Huangquan XII.'. In addition, this chapter is actually the word count of two chapters, and if you write it down in one breath, you will be too lazy to divide the chapter. (To be continued.) )