The following days for Luo Han can be said to be uneventful, even very boring, for no other reason, Xuan Cang hid him.

As soon as he returned to the academy, he was thrown into the East Courtyard, it was still late at night, and that was a corner of Luoshen's cultivation place, how big the area was, and there was a heavenless illusion realm outside, as long as he didn't want to show his face, no one could find it.

Of course, except for Xiaobai, the little guy has a very smart nose, and the Heavenless Illusion Realm seems to him to not exist, which also confirms Xuan Cang's guess.

But for the vast majority of people, this unrivaled freshman has evaporated from the world, but the golden name is still written on the stone tablet in the central square, as if to remind everyone that he once existed.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, even if he tries his best to block it at the first time, the news that he is carrying the inheritance of Luo Shen still spreads in the academy, after all, it has already spread outside the courtyard wall.

Fortunately, the students didn't regard this as a great thing, but felt that most of the incredible elements were from other continents, each with its own supreme seat, and Luoshen's status in their eyes was different from that of the natives of the Star Luo Continent.

The versions of the rumors are different, but without exception they all mention a place, Senluo Immortal Domain, Lin Chen and Chao Nan, who are the parties involved, always have to face inquiries from good people from time to time.

It's no wonder that Chao Nan has a big mouth, there is no doorman, and before he left, everyone in the trial hall knew about it, and he didn't ask who he asked when he came out of this file.

The two of them naturally received Xuan Cang's signal early, and the answer of asking three questions and not knowing made this matter even more mysterious.

However, no matter how earth-shattering the event is, it will not last forever, and there will always be a day when it will cool down.

Day after day, as Luo Han disappeared, fewer and fewer people talked about him, and occasionally remembered that it was nothing more than a simple sentence or two, not as relishish as at the beginning.

But there is one person who can't forget him, Tang Meier.

Since that night, she has been like a demon, the figure of this young man is stationed in the depths of her heart, crazy and firmly occupied, even though his love has already been given to the woman named 'Xuanxuan', but still let himself be immersed in this lovesickness, unable to extricate himself.

She didn't ask for much, she just wanted to see him again, but it was difficult to compare to the sky, where is the person? Is he still in the academy? She didn't know, and even went to ask Lin Chen five times, but all she got was a negative answer.

She had forgotten her original intention, such an important message had not been transmitted to the Red Leaf Building, what Luo Shen inheritor, it didn't matter to her heart at all, she only remembered that he was Luo Han.

Lin Chen didn't lie to her, he really didn't know, but he knew one thing, people were still in the academy, and the little white who always appeared every now and then was ironclad evidence.

He was surprised to find that his teacher Sikong Mo didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he turned his sex completely, and let the little guy ride on his head and pull his hair and beard, and almost and pee on it.

That's not all, the wine cellar is open every day, and the treasure who was once reluctant to drink it took out and drank with it, which made him think that he didn't want to go over it for a while.

Fortunately, the wine that entered the little guy's stomach before was not pursued, and the matter of a thousand spirit crystals was not mentioned, and the eldest grandson Jin did not make any difficulties, and he was very happy to complete the task, as for Mo Li, of course, he was talking.

He felt like he had gone straight from hell to heaven, and he was a little fluttery when he walked, wishing that Luo Han would not appear again, not only did he have 1,200 eight-sided spirit crystals for himself, but by the way, he also took Sinan, Guide Bee, and Xuanji Bird as his own, and this trip was really profitable.

Before you know it, March has passed.

Without Luohan, the Jialan Academy is like a feast without spirits, and I always feel that there is something shortcoming, yes, no wine, no joy, too quiet.

Xuan Cang's heart is always in suspense, is this the silence before the storm?

Xishatian didn't move, which was expected by him, but what about the other three sects? Sen Luoshan would really stop because of a gambling contract? How could Ziwei Sect let go of the opportunity? As for Xingchen Pavilion, did Tianxuan play a role in the middle?

All kinds of speculation made him more and more uneasy, it should have been a mountain rain to come and the wind was full of buildings, but it was calm and quiet for three months, and it was so bizarre that he even suspected that they were jointly engaged in a conspiracy, and he really wanted to come to the door in person and ask, do you rob this Luo Shen inheritor or not?

At this moment, Tianshu's visit allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief temporarily, not afraid of you coming, afraid that you would not come.

A sect leader came to visit, which can be said to be a big event for the whole courtyard, but Tianshu was extremely low-key, and he didn't want to alarm anyone, if it wasn't for the Heavenly Illusion Realm, it was estimated that he would have to go directly to the East Courtyard.

He came and went in a hurry, and stayed for no more than three hours.

No one knew what they had discussed, but after he left, Xuan Cang went into retreat directly, leaving only a message to the elders, 'The whole house will be held on the fifteenth day of next month.'"

"The whole house will be martial?" Mo Li was surprised.

He didn't understand Xuan Cang's intentions, why he suddenly wanted to pick up this thousand-year-old event, and he was so anxious, it was less than a month since he calculated.

Sikong Mo was very excited, "Okay! If you don't find something to do for these rabbit cubs, the birds will fade out of the sky one day." ”

As he spoke, he touched Xiaobai, who was picking up his hair on his head, "Little guy, you said yes! Oh, lightly, you ...... lightly."

Changsun Jin put down the abacus in his hand, straightened the small felt hat that hung down to his brows, and said in his heart, "There must be a demon when something happens! ”

In the corner of the west courtyard, the courtyard is deep, a pool of green and blue, rippling fine waves, and a pair of bright and clean hanging on the edge of the pond, so beautiful that there is no flaw.

The owner of the jade foot smiled lightly and said leisurely, "Do you know how to martial arts? I don't know how many stupid boys are going to suffer." ”

In an attic in the south courtyard, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard was leaning on the window on the second floor and drinking himself, looking like he was drunk.

When he heard the news, a trace of sobriety flashed in his blurred eyes, and he muttered like a whisper, "What does it have to do with my courtyard, they are all beaten goods, and it's not a shame to go up." ”

After that, he picked up the wine jar and raised his neck to the sky, but he couldn't empty a drop of wine.

"Damn, it's ...... again"

Before the words fell, one didn't hold it steady, the wine jar took off his hand and buckled directly on his face, a big helmet.

"Your grandmother, who turned off the lights?

He scolded, staggered to his feet, stepped out of the window, and fell straight down the stairs, his 'helmet' shattered, and he was unconscious.

The east courtyard is deep in the mountains, the bamboo forests are all over the field, the winding paths are secluded, and all the sounds are silent.

At the end of the path, there is a clearing, two tombstones stand, there is incense burning slowly on the stone platform in front of the monument, and the leaves are scattered in the sky, but the vicinity is spotless.

A bald old man was sweeping with a broom more than a man high, his gray robe was patched, his back was slumped, and his loose skin was full of wrinkles.

He paused, glanced at the tombstone, and continued. The wind stops, the leaves fall, and the broom sweeps across the ground, rustling.

There was also a light sigh, "Three thousand years, you and I have never said a word again, you think of me at this time, do you agree to avenge my two old friends?"

(End of chapter)