Before Qin Feng could speak, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said loudly: "I can lay down the White Thunder Formation, and I can also engrave the formation on the gloves to facilitate it anytime and anywhere.

Your talent in the formation is truly enviable."

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi put down the scroll in his hand and introduced himself: "My name is Yang Qian, on the order of the teacher, I will come to guide you, you can prepare, and I will take you up."

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious, it was the Heavenly Prison National Master himself who wanted to see Qin Feng.

If it were an ordinary scholar, I am afraid that I would be extremely excited when I heard this news, but Qin Feng, who was already disappointed in Haowen Academy, did not make many waves in his heart.

He put down the Haowen Order in his hand, then clenched his fists and said, "I came here just to return this token, and I have nothing to do with the Haowen Academy from now on."

Fei Xun glanced over, and Yang Qian said casually, "Is it because of being made difficult by two students at the door?"

Qin Feng's face changed, and his eyes crossed with unparalleled disappointment: "You know everything?"

"Nature." Yang Qian replied lightly, he had already stepped into the realm of the four grades of the Scholar of the Holy Dao, the huge Haowen Academy, as long as he wanted to, there was no place that could not be covered by divine sense.

"The road to learning is not always easy, and if you can't bear this hardship, leaving early is not a choice.

In fact, before you, there were countless students who were troubled by the rich and powerful, and we all acquiesced in this behavior."

"Why?" Qin Feng felt that he had heard a big joke.

"People who want to do great things must always have supernatural talent and perseverance.

The sooner you endure the grinding, the faster you can grow up for those students from poor backgrounds."

"Then why is it only for poor students?" Qin Feng asked again.

"Because the value of lime and jade is different, and the beating that needs to be experienced is naturally not the same, it is one of the philosophy of the school to teach students according to their aptitude.

You are an unpolished piece of jade, but don't let the lime ruin your future."

Qin Feng laughed at himself: "It seems that the juniors are really not suitable for the Haowen Academy."

"Well, everyone has his own ambitions, and he can't force them." Yang Qian sighed.

Putting the Haowen Order in his hand on the case, before leaving, Qin Feng suddenly asked, "Sir, what do you think the reader is reading for?"

"Naturally, it is for the king to worry about it and solve his worries."

"I see, after all, such an expensive thing as jade is most suitable to be worn on the waist of the emperor's general to show his identity.

And how can such a bad thing as lime be qualified to fall into the eyes of the powerful."

"It's an interesting analogy, and you seem to understand it." Yang Qian nodded.

As soon as the words changed, Qin Feng spoke again: "But what the younger generation wants to say is that the foundation of a country is for the people, the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light.

For the people, expensive jade is something they can't reach, but lime to ward off evil and kill poison is within their reach.

If the plague comes, in the face of the disaster of life and death, is the expensive jade more valuable, or the anti-virus lime more effective?"

Fei Xun lowered his head and groaned, and Yang Qian was thoughtful.

"The younger generation is brave and borrows Mr. paper and pen."

"Please." Yang Qian replied.

Above Bai Xuan, black ink surged.

A poem is impressively on the paper - "Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, the fire burns if you are idle, you are not afraid of broken bones, and you must leave your innocence in the world."

The pen fell into the poem, and a clear air soared into the sky.

At the highest point of the tower, an old man dressed in white and full of white hair made a move with his hand, and the clear qi did not come into his palm.

"Good poetry." Faint words came out, dissipating into the depths of the clouds.

Qin Feng exhaled lightly: "Compared to jade, which can only be appreciated, the younger generation still wants to be a more useful lime."

Leaving this, he chuckled lightly, turned around and walked towards the outside of the tower.

What about Hobunin? In his opinion, it was the sloppy cheap master who was more appetizing.

While thinking like this, when he reached the top of the sky, a white light fell, enveloping it.

After a while, Qin Feng's figure disappeared.

In the attic, Fei Xun looked at the poem and said, "Senior Brother Yang, how does it feel to deliberately pretend to be a bad guy?"

"Not bad." The middle-aged man in green clothes replied with a smile.

Yang Qian stretched out his hand and stroked the white scroll, the ink on it was not dry, and it still felt damp, but his heart was hot.

In fact, he and Fei Xun were both from the cold sect of Fengtian City, and what Qin Feng had happened today was exactly what they had experienced before.

Qin Feng was a little confused, he had obviously stepped out of the Sky Tower with his front foot, but he came here with his back foot.

The huge attic was empty, except for a large transparent ball standing in the center.

The ball is supported by four dragon-shaped golden pillars, and the stars inside the ball are shining, as if the starry sky is contained in it.

The clouds and mist were blown into the attic, and Qin Feng looked over and saw a white-clothed back.

The white hair danced in the wind, and the fresh air surrounded its body, and at first glance, it looked like an immortal.

Qin Feng's heart suddenly chuckled, the round ball like the starry sky, the old man who was not far away from the fairy wind bone.

He instantly understood that this was the top floor of the Heavenly Tower, and the ball was the rumored stargazer, and the old man not far away must be the famous Heavenly Prison National Teacher!

"Junior Qin Feng, meet the National Teacher!"

Although he no longer has a good impression of Haowen Academy, Qin Feng still has a lot of respect for this Heavenly Prison National Master.

After all, this is an old immortal standing at the top of the Scholar Saint Dao!

The white-clothed and white-haired national teacher did not respond, and the atmosphere was quiet and a little weird.

Under the invisible pressure, Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He looked up carefully, and the national teacher was still facing away from him, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"It is said that the Heavenly Prison National Master has been climbing to the top of the sky to overlook the world, and now when I see it, it is really like a rumor. Huh?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qin Feng always feels that the back of the National Teacher is inexplicably familiar.

He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.

"Speaking again, what does the Heavenly Prison National Master look like?" Qin Feng's curiosity made him itch.

But it is obviously impractical to step forward directly and see the other party's dignity.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a bronze mirror not far from the white-haired old man's side, and counted it in his heart.

According to the principle of light reflection, as long as he took a few steps to the left, he could see the true face of the Heavenly Prison National Master through the bronze mirror.

He cautiously took a step to the left, and looked up, but the white-haired old man was still facing away from the figure, unresponsive.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took another step, and then looked up to confirm that he was still safe.

After repeating it a few times, he became bolder, and he took the step of not being afraid of pulling the egg, and went directly to the place in one step.

Couldn't wait to look at the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but say "".

It's just that in the bronze mirror, the picture reflected is still the back of the Heavenly Prison National Teacher!