Stand under the statue of Sven Saint.

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

A little golden light floated down and landed in the palm of his hand.

Cheng Lingzhu looked at it, but it was a copper coin, and the shape was very simple.

"After so many years, this thing hasn't fallen off, and no one has found it."

Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows, tossed the copper coin and caught it.

He stretched out his hand to Cheng Lingzhu:

"Give me the Phoenix Blood Sword."

Cheng Lingzhu handed over the saber as he said, but Lu Xuan didn't take it immediately, but took out a phoenix robe from the storage magic weapon.

It is the fairy dress of the real fairy.

He carried the fairy clothes in one hand, and with a shake and a flick, the fairy clothes turned into silk threads and weaved into sword spikes.

Lu Xuan strung the copper coin and the sword spike together and tied them to the Phoenix Blood Sword.

The Phoenix Blood Sword shook slightly, as if expressing its cheerful emotions.

A Dao weapon and a special spiritual treasure are used as decorations for it, which can be said to be the pinnacle of sword life.

Lu Xuan raised his head and looked at the Confucian statue:

"Many years ago, I put this copper coin in the palm of the Confucian statue, and nourished it with the talent of the Sancai Academy, thinking that if someone with a fate finds it, he can give it a chance."

"But what I didn't expect was that it was almost 5,000 years later, and where it was still is, probably because the students respected the ancestors and were only willing to look far away and were unwilling to approach."

Lu Xuan said.

"So you got it back today?"

Cheng Lingzhu raised his face.

"You can't say that."

Lu Xuan thought for a moment.

"Although it was not picked up by someone who was destined, it still came into the hands of someone who was destined."

He took one of Cheng Lingzhu's slender white hands, put it in the palm of his hand, and learned from the scholar in the playbook, and said seriously:

"Girl, in your life, you have a fate with Xiaosheng."

When Cheng Lingzhu heard this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, she raised her chin, and deliberately asked:

"Are you trying to say that I am destined for you in this life?"

"Hey, not only in this life, but also in the past life."

Lu Xuan kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, and then opened her arms.

Cheng Lingzhu took a step forward and threw himself into his arms.

The girl's cheeks were slightly hot, and a slight blush spread shyly to the base of her ears.

She buried her face in Lu Xuan's arms, while complaining in her heart that she really had no concentration, how could she be gently teased by him, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

If you can't hold it, you can't hold it.

Cheng Lingzhu snorted.

She'd love to do it anyway.

………………

Sancai College East.

Listen to the Rain Pavilion.

The students of Sancai Academy all know that the Listening to the Rain Pavilion is not used to listen to the rain.

At this moment.

Third floor, Council Chamber.

"Hold an early celebration?"

Zhang Xun's master, the vice president of Sancai Academy, and Hu Qingsong, a peak monk in the merger period, widened his eyes.

"Not bad."

At the main seat of the table, a thin old man with a white beard nodded.

This person is the dean of Sancai Academy, He Yuanfeng, a peak monk in the Mahayana period.

"Master, why did you advance this year's celebration?"

Beside He Yuanfeng, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe asked.

The middle-aged man's name is Shen Li, who is He Yuanfeng's personal disciple, and is also the vice president of Sancai Academy and the heir of the next dean.

Shen Li broke through the Mahayana period three hundred years ago, and his talent was already good, but compared to the master's realm, it was still far behind.

In addition to these three people, there were other elders present in the council hall, and Zhang Xun and Chen Xu were also on the side.

But the only people who can really make a decision are He Yuanfeng, Hu Qingsong and Shen Li.

"I'm running out of time."

He Yuanfeng exhaled slowly.

Hearing him say this, all the monks in the room changed their faces.

Shen Li asked even more eagerly:

"How come, Master, you have cultivated profoundly, at least for a hundred years......"

He refused to believe in this reality.

"In order to seek the Tao, I left a secret wound and lost my 100-year life."

He Yuanfeng sighed, "I have been persistent all my life, but unfortunately I still failed to take that step in the end." ”

When the monks heard this, they all fell silent, and the monks said to themselves that they were going against the sky, but the way of cultivation would eventually be limited by the number of heavenly orders.

These people are not very talented, and what the other party has experienced is very likely to happen to them in the future.

For the dean's mood at the moment, the elders in the audience can all empathize.

Shen Li's expression was complicated, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

"I have a month to live."

He Yuanfeng's tone was very calm.

"Yesterday, a message came from the Nanling Immortal Gate [Liangyi Sect], and the Lingnan demon barbarians had another abnormal movement, and it seemed that they were secretly gathering an army."

He Yuanfeng spoke:

"Some people say that in the army of demons, traces of large-scale human sacrifice have been found, and the legendary barbarian god ...... It is likely that it has been resurrected. ”

The elders in the field were shocked in their hearts, in the legends of the Cangyuan Realm, Nanling was the place where the barbarian god fell, and when this ancient god woke up, the entire land would be devastated.

Human sacrifice is the most direct way for the gods to regain their strength, if the information is true......

Hu Qingsong's heart sank, but Shen Li thought of more things.

His body trembled, and he spoke with difficulty:

"Master, but you're going to Nanling to block the barbarian gods with your body?"

Shen Li finally understood why the master had advanced the celebration of the academy.

He wanted to take another look at the glorious events of Sancai Academy before he left.

He Yuanfeng nodded:

"That's right, my old bones, it's time to play some role."

Everyone was silent, and He Yuanfeng spoke:

"Where are I?"

"The disciple is here!"

Shen Li got up, came to the side, and performed the disciple salute.

He Yuanfeng looked at him:

"After I leave, you will take over the position of the president of Sancai Academy, revive Confucianism, and shoulder the heavy responsibility of human morality, and I will hand it over to you."

Shen Li's nose was a little sour:

"Disciple obeys!"

He Yuanfeng spoke again:

"Where is the green pine?"

Hu Qingsong left the table and gave the disciple salute:

"The disciple is here!"

He Yuanfeng bowed slightly:

"You are my nephew, the same generation as Shen Li, in the future, you two must be honest and harmonious, and there should be no disputes over private matters, in order to prevent him from doing wrong things, you must supervise him."

Hu Qingsong saluted:

"Disciple understands!"

He Yuanfeng turned to everyone in the field again:

"You are all the pillars of my Sancai Academy, and I hope that in the future, we will cooperate sincerely to make the reputation of my Sancai Academy resound in every corner of the Cangyuan Realm!"

Everyone got up together:

"Don't dare to insult your life!"

So the meeting ended, and the time of the celebration was brought forward to three days later.

The time left for the elders to prepare was very hasty, but everyone swore in their hearts that they must let the old dean see the most perfect celebration.

The people took their turn and got up to leave.

As a personal disciple, Shen Li was the last to go.

He Yuanfeng propped his arms on the table and looked at Shen Li's back, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

But soon, this impatience turned into a kind of determination, and his eyes became cold.