The whole academy will be martial, thousands of years of dust, after the baptism of the long river, it has long been impossible to study.

In the past millennium, personnel have changed, and the current students have no idea about this once annual event, even if many teachers only have very vague memories.

Its banning can be regarded as the end of an era, and it is a glorious end.

At that time, for 10,000 years, the Kalan Academy was in full swing and in decline, and all decay was hidden under the surface of prosperity, and no one consciously reflected on itself.

With the death of the old dean, the moth bit through the shell of the vanity, and the reality of being strong on the outside and dry in the middle made this behemoth a lamb to be slaughtered, and the battle three thousand years ago was a watershed that completely went off the altar.

The managers led by Xuan Cang didn't have time to accept such a change, so they had to accept the painful fact that in the first battle, several teachers were killed, and two of the eight elders fell, and finally relied on outsiders to rescue them.

A thousand years ago, the whole academy finally completed its mission and lost the meaning of existence.

And now, it is open again, does it mean that a new era has arrived, to regain the glory of the past, to start here?

However, this is only a message left by Xuan Cang before the retreat, and there are no other instructions, and it is not even known whether he will leave the customs on the fifteenth day of next month.

This is really hard for Mo Li, what should I do?

This burden must fall on his shoulders, and he must also bear it, who made him the chief elder.

He decided to go to Sikong Mo first, there was no way, only this old strong man could discuss it at the moment, Xi Yao and Changsun Jin couldn't count on it, let alone the two, a drunkard, and a tomb sweeper for three thousand years.

But Sikong Mo couldn't give any advice at all, the event that had been abandoned for thousands of years, how easy it was to hold it in a short period of time, the rules had to be reformulated, not to mention other aspects.

Especially the reward, now this student is better than the other, who will work hard for a false name.

The two discussed for many days, but they didn't say why, seeing that this was the first year of junior high school, and there was only half a month left.

Mo Li was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "I said old strongman, can you do it, looking for you, I might as well find the eldest grandson and fat man." ”

Sikong Mo squinted at him, "Then you are looking for him, what are you doing here for so many days?"

Mo Li was angry, and said in his heart, you are still not happy, I am not happy who I talk to?

He said angrily, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get an idea." ”

Sikong Mo blew his beard and glared, "I have a fart idea, he left a message to retreat, and he didn't say anything about it, it's easy to shake off the shopkeeper." ”

Mo Li said impatiently, "What's the use of you complaining about Xuan Cang now, he can't do anything if he isn't there?"

In fact, he just said so, it is impossible not to complain in his heart, no, there is resentment between the lines.

Sikong Mo was stunned when he heard this, and looked him up and down several times.

Mo Li was looked at with straight hair, "Old man, what are you going to do? ”

Sikong Mo took a sip, "I'm sorry, I think it's your old man who has the problem." ”

Then his tone changed, "I've figured out a way." ”

"What's the solution?" Mo Li frowned.

Sikong Mo glanced at him with disgust, with an expression of 'look at your little bit of breath' on his face.

He replied, "Aren't you the chief elder?" Xuan Cang is not here, it is better for you to exercise power on his behalf, convene an elders' meeting, and bring those decorations together to discuss them than for the two of us to be in a hurry here." ”

Mo Li was stunned for a moment, and then scolded, "You old boss, just say that you are unreliable, what the is this!"

Sikong Mo turned a deaf ear and spread his hands, "You can do it yourself." ”

In the end, it ended with Mo Li's compromise and the Council of Elders was convened.

In the east courtyard, there is a mountain peak that once made thousands of people look up, but now it has long been deserted, all because of the previous chief elder, the emperor.

This peak is wonderful, above the high mons, the double cliff sandwich road, the cliff wall on both sides is like a sharp sword flat cutting, there are more water to return to the gorge, the flying spring is like a pour.

Rise to the ground 5,000 zhang, rush to the sky eighteen plates, look at it from afar, the plate road is swaying upward, stop at a majestic archway, just like the gate of heaven, look up from below, that is like a ladder upside down, steep and unstoppable.

There are three words on the archway, 'House of Elders', and Mo Li is standing under him, staring at him.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed lightly, "Huangfu, it's good that you're here, I'm incompetent as the chief elder! Xuan Cang has advanced to the Emperor God Realm, if you are still here, it should be almost the same!"

After reading it, he walked in and rang the bell.

This bell has not been ringed for 3,000 years, and all the elders think they have heard it wrong, except for Sikong Mo.

In the bamboo forest cemetery, the bald old man heard the bell, stood for a long time, then looked back at the tombstone, and said in a deep voice, "Huangfu, I won't go to this bell unless you ring it." ”

With that, continue to sweep, rustling.

After a while, Sikong Mo was the first to arrive, and he joked when they met, "Old Mo, this is a bit like the chief elder!"

Then he noticed the spotless hall, was a little surprised, and asked, "Are you cleaning all the time?"

Before Mo Li could respond, a laugh came in, "It's not him, who else, could it be your old thing?"

Sikong Mo glared, "Eldest grandson fatty, you are everywhere." ”

The eldest grandson Jin smiled, "Pay attention to what the old thing says, there are still people behind me!"

Sikong Mo glanced at the shadow of the sun on the ground, although he was dragged for a long time, he couldn't change the fact that he was short and fat.

Then he scolded, "I'm paying attention to your grandmother's ......."

The words stopped abruptly, just because of the person behind him, Xi Yao.

Quickly put on another face, "Here it is!"

Mo Li covered his eyes, he really couldn't bear to look at him directly, this expression, this demeanor, was too cheap.

Xi Yao ignored anyone, and found a seat to sit down, the white clothes are better than snow, out of the dust, with a cold face, not eating the fireworks of the world.

After a while, a person walked in with a wine jar, didn't say hello, and went directly to the desk to lie down, hugging the wine jar and falling asleep.

Mo Li's face was black, "I said Yu Wenhao, you came here to sleep?"

Eldest Sun Jin said, "Hasn't he always been like this? We are in the same courtyard in the South Courtyard, and I have never seen him sober." ”

Mo Li waved his hand, sighed, seemed to recognize, and then stared at the door, staring intently.

Xi Yao spoke, her voice was very pleasant, "Don't wait, Elder Ten Thousand Candles won't come." ”

Sikong Mo echoed, "No, it's not the bell that the emperor rang, where will he listen, even if Xuancang can't call him, unless he ......"

Xi Yao coughed lightly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Sikong Mo immediately didn't dare to say a word as if he had broken the cannon battle.

Changsun Jin looked at him, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, his facial features were wrinkled together, and his round face was like a bun.

Mo Li smiled and shook his head, this old strong man has to be able to treat him by Xi Yao, this is called 'brine and tofu, one thing and one thing'.

There was a sudden snoring, echoing in the empty hall, and it was particularly harsh.

Yu Wenhao turned over, grabbed the wine jar with one hand, and hung it to the ground, "Good wine, come again!"

Mo Li frowned, why haven't you been drunk to death for three thousand years?

He coughed lowly, cleared his throat, and said, "Leave him alone, let's start talking." ”

(End of chapter)