No one noticed that dozens of Heaven Survey Immortal Masters of the Immortal Master Mansion, plus a high-status Heaven Survey Inspector, died quietly in the bell tower of Fangcheng County. The corpses were staggered, and the human heads were stacked on top of each other to form a tower of human heads. The young man, Lou Twelve, cried loudly for the first time.

Fangcheng County, 600 miles away.

There are green mountains and green willows on both sides, and there is a small river flowing almost parallel to the official road next to the official road, and the scenery is tranquil and natural. Dai Yuchou, the old dean of the Sulan County Branch of Baisheng Academy, pulled the curtain of the car window and looked out, his brows furrowed deeply.

He remembered that there was a small town called Boting a few dozen miles ahead, which was sparsely populated, and the name of the town was a bit elegant. Legend has it that this town once produced a literary sage, so the people here are quite proud even if they are poor.

Six hundred miles, the speed of the team is getting faster and faster, Dai Yuchou obviously feels that the entire team is shrouded in a depressing and dull atmosphere, and the faster and faster it goes, it can only show that most of the people are starting to get hairy in their hearts.

There were no signs of danger, maybe everyone was just too nervous.

Dai Yuchou's carriage was large and empty, and he was the only one in the carriage. He sat cross-legged in front of a low table just big enough to fit in a carriage, and a sword case on it. Just opened the package, and there was still a lot of dust on the sword box, Dai Yuchou took out a handkerchief from his cuff and wiped it gently.

The procession came to an abrupt halt, but no one spoke. Dai Yuchou blew his head and wiped the sword box, his ears moved slightly, and then he sighed.

No one spoke, but he clearly heard the person in front of him who was opening the way, his breathing becoming rapid, and his heartbeat getting louder and faster.

"Old Dean, ...... ahead"

Someone said half a sentence outside the carriage, and the second half seemed to be afraid to say it.

"Help me get out of the car. ”

The curtain was opened, and the subordinate helped Dai Yuchou to get out of the carriage, at this moment the old man suddenly raised his head and straightened his chest, and his rickety body suddenly stood up, like a green pine that has been a thousand years but does not fall.

He strode to the front of the procession, and found a table on the official road, and a man in a silver-white brocade robe sat cross-legged on the ground and stroked the harp. The guqin on the table looked like it was at least a few hundred years old, and its sound was already pleasant, like mountains and flowing water.

"There is Dugu in the sound of the piano. ”

The old man shook his head slightly: "The more lonely you are, the more murderous you are." ”

With a crisp sound, one string broke. The middle-aged man in white raised his head and glanced at the old man, then stood up and bowed with his hands in fists, very sincere and serious.

"Xu Xiyi, a disciple of the academy, greeted the dean. ”

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

The old man's eyes were full of disappointment and relief.

"When you left the academy, you said that you would travel the world and come back to see me when you had achieved something. ”

The old man's tone was a little sad: "That's how you came to see me?"

Xu Shuyi still leaned forward slightly, looking extremely humble: "The students don't dare to disturb the dean, when I practiced in the academy, it was the dean who taught me personally, so the dean is also my husband." A teacher for one day, a father for life...... The students just wanted Mr. Songsong to return to Yancheng for the elderly. The second is to take away the people who should not have been left behind. ”

The old man shook his head: "Do you remember the eight-character comment I gave you back then?"

Xu Xieyi's face seemed to change slightly, but his attitude remained the same: "The student remembers, Mr. said that the student is impetuous, opportunistic. The students have always kept these eight words in mind, so they have also cultivated their minds diligently over the years. ”

The old man snorted: "I can see that you have changed a lot." When you were in the academy, I didn't dare to say how well I treated you, and I couldn't say how bad I treated you

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