The moon is cold, and Beihua, who has been noisy all day, finally quieted down, and there is a faint sadness in the air, or most people like to be lively, and being in the boiling voice will dilute some loneliness. Loneliness is terrible and sends chills down the heart. The love that has been passed down from generation to generation, how many people have explained it clearly, the Tao is clear, there is no need, empty and sad, and what is the sorrow, only the wine left today is drunk today, and tomorrow is sad and tomorrow is sad.

In an infirmary on the 4th floor, Yue Meifei stood in front of the window in a daze, looking a little haggard, looking at the sky in the distance with a pair of watery eyes and not knowing what to think. On the bed behind her lay the unconscious Xuan Yi, and at the head of the bed sat Lan Lin, who had woken up, she gently stroked Xuan Yi's head with her hand, so gentle, so loving, let him care more about things in this world than the person in front of him.

In the middle of the sound, she raised her head leisurely, looked at Yue Meifei standing in front of the window, and said softly: "Master, is it true that he can't practice martial arts anymore?"

Yue Meifei didn't look back, sighed, and said: "The bones of Yu Yi's whole body were shattered, it is a miracle that he can survive, I used my true qi to barely connect his body, it should be no problem to live like an ordinary person, but I can't practice any martial arts anymore, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

"But, but, what Yu Yi loves most is to practice martial arts, if he knows that he can't ...... anymore" Before he finished speaking, Lan Lin choked up.

"There's no way around that, everything is destiny. As she spoke, Yue Meifei waved her hand, the glass in front of her shattered, and her anger overflowed.

Looking through the shattered glass window, there is a room on the second floor of the cafeteria not far away, which is still lit. From a distance, you can see the figure flickering inside.

Inside, smoky, Iraq lay flat on the couch, and several people stood around, not far from a few people, and behind the desk sat a middle-aged man, who was not the principal. There was a red pine chair next to the principal, and Hachiko sat on it, holding a cigarette pouch in his hand and smoking slowly, the smoke was thick with some kind of unsolvable concern.

"It turns out that this kid was brought into the school by the eighth master, and the eighth prince must know why he has such a strange power. Tan Youwen, who was smoking a cigarette on the side, said coldly, obviously he didn't have the same respect for the eight princes as the principal. And the people around him didn't think there was anything wrong, and it seemed that these people usually talked to Hachiko like this.

After Tan Youwen finished speaking, several people around him also nodded, and they all looked at Hachiko, who was sitting next to the window and smoking. Hachiko's mood did not change at all, he continued to smoke a few puffs, and then used his thumb to extinguish the tobacco leaves in the cigarette pouch and said lightly: "This child is right that I brought him into the school, I also checked his pulse just now, there is nothing unusual, except for a small amount of chaotic true qi in the body, there is no power like the one I saw in the afternoon, as for why this is so, I don't know." ”

Hachiko shook his head after speaking, and looked at Iraq lying on the sofa suspiciously. Eight fairs are nothing in the eyes of these bishops, and these people standing in the room today are all buying the face of the principal, and they usually call the eighth master respectfully. So these people also expected that the old man would not be able to say one, two, three, so they did not continue to ask.

"Could it be that this person has really cultivated some evil magic and demon arts, so that he can close his veins and hide people's ears and eyes?" You Hexiang said with round eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Ancient books record that only by cultivating to the red level can you hide your internal power, even if it is an evil magic and demon method that is not the slightest flaw in the case of your uncle and my master personally checking the pulse, so such a statement can be ruled out. If this person has already cultivated to the red level, then why bother to engage in all kinds of unnecessary acts, let alone be injured by others. At present, there is only the Ling Emperor who is admired by 10,000 people on the Luo Xun Continent, who has cultivated to the red level, and I heard the master say that no one has seen him make a move for more than 100 years. I think all of you all know what kind of supernatural power it is, so this can be ruled out. As for why such a force erupted in this Iraq, it should not be explained by common sense, unless it is a legend, and the gods descended to earth or something like that. Tianyi, as always, took his fan and analyzed this seemingly inexplicable matter, and after speaking, he looked at the master not far away, as if he wanted to know what he thought.

Tan Youwen and You Hexiang also looked at the principal at the same time, and seeing that he didn't move, You Hexiang, who had always been short-tempered, said, "Don't think about it, Old Xiao, you're in a hurry, what do you think." ”

The previous document did not provide background information about the principal. At this point in the book, I have to talk specifically about this flying general who is well-known in the entire Luo Xun Continent.

His real name is Xiao Hongpeng, and many old friends who have been with him for many years affectionately call him Lao Xiao. Huo Yumeng and You Hexiang are his old subordinates, who have fought on the battlefield for many years, and they didn't call him a general when they were in the army, and they didn't have those rules and sayings when they left the army.

Xiao Hongpeng has fought large and small battles in his life, countless and invincible. He once used the strength of eight people to drag the skeleton legion in a narrow valley for seven days and seven nights, consuming nearly a quarter of the strength of this devil legion. The old king of that year personally awarded him the Scripture Medal, and even the Protector Mage Ling Huang admired him very much, and once praised him in public as the ninth Luo Xun Continent warrior.

It's just that this person is not greedy for wealth and wealth in his life, he is upright, and he will not tend to be inflammatory. Some officials who have formed gangs and factions for personal gain have repeatedly issued invitations to win Xiao Hongpeng into their camp. The last one was rejected, so Xiao Hongpeng's relationship with major officials has always been bad, and there are often contradictions. And because he did not belong to any camp, there was no one to speak for him when all kinds of villains came to the king to speak for him. The old king back then was considered an idle lord, and he knew that this person would be jealous of the villain. Therefore they do not pay attention to the slander. Later, the old king died, and the new king was mediocre, believing in the villain's tongue, which emptied Xiao Hongpeng's military power, making him nominal, and encountered a difficult peacetime, and there was no difficult war to need this person to fight. So this snub lasted for ten years.

As he grew older, Xiao Lao no longer had the intention of intriguing with treacherous people, and finally applied with the king many times before he was sent to Beihua as the principal.

ps:There's a chapter before 11 o'clock.,Students with flowers.,Let's have it......

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