Eastern Regions, Apricot Altar.

One stands, one sits.

One person is clothed, and the other is clothed.

Silent to each other.

Troublesome! can withstand the coercion of will, at least this person also has intention, if there is no intention, then the strength of this person will reach a very terrifying amount.

But generally speaking: people who can resist with strength, because of their accumulation, can realize their own intentions.

But anyone who can understand the meaning, whether it is the intention of the predecessors or their own will, is not an unknown person!

Since most of the other party is also interested, the old man in Xingtan will not keep his hand, and directly use all his strength.

At the insistence of the Confucianism's holy will, the power of literature and ink rushed towards the clothed man like a flood.

Not to be outdone, with a wave of his sleeves, he directly used the power of literature and ink to catch the attack of the old man in Xingtan.

However, the people in the clothes probably couldn't think of it, this seems to be a grand move, but it is actually a trick. The rotten bamboo slip that the man in the cloth had just snatched was shocked, and the holy way containing Confucianism suddenly erupted, reaching his chest.

The people of Lingyi were shocked, and they shifted the direction of the power of Wenmo, temporarily withstanding the urgent need, but the power of Wenmo that the old man of Xingtan had lost his obstruction was still rushing towards the people of Lingyi under the blessing of the Holy Dao of Confucianism.

Cunning! The man in the cloth cursed secretly and threw out the rotten bamboo slip in his hand that had caused him such an embarrassment.

And the rotten bamboo slips seem to be able to absorb the power of the old man of the apricot altar, and the power of the old man of the apricot altar turns around when he passes through the bamboo slips and merges into the bamboo slips.

The old man of Xingtan felt that the situation was not right, and withdrew his strength, but he still maintained the holy will of Confucianism and remained vigilant.

It seemed that there was no strength to absorb it, and the rotten bamboo slips scattered into bamboo strips and fell to the ground "ping pong".

The old man of Xingtan swept the bamboo strip with the holy intent of Confucianism, and found that there was no power on it, whether it was his own or the other party's.

But that rotten bamboo Jian Shicai was indeed absorbing his power, but this force disappeared out of thin air as if it had never appeared!

The old man of Xingtan felt the remnants of the power of Wen Mo inside his body, and after repeatedly confirming that he was beating the force out, his eyes when he looked at the other party changed a little.

"Your strength seems to be a lot weaker. Was that really your full strength? The man in the cloak finally spoke.

Hearing the voice of the clothed man, the old man in Xingtan breathed a sigh of relief, dispersed the holy will of Confucianism, and bowed comfortably.

"Disciple, I've seen sir. The unintentional nature of the Tao is indeed worthy of its name! ”

"Humph!" The man in the cloth raised his right hand and took off the hat, revealing an indifferent face.

……

Eastern Regions, School Palace.

Chundai unfolded the note pressed against the oil lamp and carefully read the contents of it.

"There are a thousand machines in the note? It seems that this is mostly a note left by the ink sacrifice wine. ”

"That night I hurt the man's left waist...... Suspected of being a spy...... Well...... Was he testing me in that conversation? ”

"As for what, even I have to tempt."

Jundai smiled lightly, rolled up the note, and lit it with the flame of an oil lamp.

Under the gaze of Chunda's sacrificial wine, the note gradually turned to ashes.

The flames were about to burn in his hand, and Chun Da Sacrificial Wine loosened the note.

The unrolled note lost its restraint and spread out. The flames did not stop devouring because of the change in the shape of the note.

"So, is that you?"

Chun Da Sacrificial Wine stared at the last five words on the note that were about to be destroyed:

"The Great Virtuous King of the Northern Regions."

……

Eastern Regions, Huai Valley.

A junior in a linen robe, and an old man in a linen robe, staring at each other with big eyes.

is different from the little hemp robe that was just "driven" down the mountain by the old hemp robe, the face of this descendant has faded a little childish.

"Are you too embarrassed to come back,? Why did you come back? Seeing his own good apprentice, the good mood of the old hemp robe suddenly disappeared.

"Come back and see you, teacher!"

The expression of the hemp robe was quite sincere.

Listen to this sentence. I don't believe it, though. ”

This apprentice has been starting for more than ten or twenty years, and he thinks very clearly about what he thinks in his heart.

“……”

"What's wronged? Don't look at me with such eyes, your ancestor saw you in the Qin State back then, and you didn't go up to say hello. The masters and ancestors have all come to me to ask for their crimes. ”

"Shhh The hemp robe gasped, and frantically shook his head to look around, "Has the ancestor left?" ”

"Come on, you, leave early!"

The old linen robe grabbed the cup on the side and took a sip of good wine, then put down the cup, "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, either you won't come back for many years, or it will be no good thing to come back, let's say it!" Where do you need to wipe your ass for the teacher? ”

“……”

In your teacher's heart, am I just going to get into trouble? The hemp robe, which was about to wipe the cold sweat that didn't exist on the top of his head, roared in his heart.

"Ahem!" Now that the teacher has asked, whether it is to ask the teacher to wipe his ass or not, he is going to get to the point, "Beiyan and Nanchu, the teacher plans to take away that luck first?" ”

"Nan Chu is not very honest, let's deal with Nan Chu first." The old linen robe looked at the row of blacks on the chessboard angrily.

"The second junior brother is staring at Nanchu now."

"That's for the best. Since my second apprentice has gone to Southern Chu, then you should go to the Northern Regions. ”

The Northland?! The kind of place where birds don't lay eggs?! Let me, where to go?! Isn't that ...... Isn't that any different from giving up?

“…… Teacher. The body of the hemp robe shook a few times, and he knelt down directly, "The disciple has been in the beginner for so many years, and there is no merit, and there is also hard work. Look at these years......"

"Hey! Ay! Ay! Stop! Stop! Stop! The old linen robe had goosebumps all over his body, and he had a great headache.

In the eyes of outsiders, Huai Valley is a mysterious place. First, the old linen robe is very powerful and respected by the world; Second, there are not many people in Huaigu, and there are only a handful. In this way, the teacher's knowledge is inexhaustible in a short period of time, and there is rarely a situation where the teacher is biased. The relationship between master and apprentice is harmonious, and the apprentices know each other well, and there are almost no contradictions. This is the envy of other forces.

But in the eyes of the old hemp robe, he wished that his master would not be so harmonious. In terms of age, he is more than enough to be the ancestor of his three apprentices, and now he is still a teacher at a discount.

What's more, many times, Lao Mapao feels that these three are the ancestors.

“…… The Kyushu plan has not yet been completed, and the teacher has exiled me, isn't it too early? ”

The marijuan's words were interrupted for a moment, but he still didn't stop completely. The sincere tone was matched with the crying of the deceased's deathbed, so that the old hemp robe almost couldn't help but lift the chessboard.

"What do you think? According to what you say, some time ago, your third child was assigned to Nanchu by me! ”

"The little junior brother is also in Nanchu? There's really nothing to worry about there. ”

After figuring out what was going on, the tone of the hemp robe instantly became normal, as if the person who was crying and hanging on the branch of the locust tree just now was not him.

"You should also go to Yan Kingdom. Yan Guo provoked the Northern Regions this time, I'm afraid it won't last long. Since there is no movement in the school palace, it will be carried by Huaigu. ”

When he said this, the old linen robe looked at Dongfang suspiciously, and kept admonishing, "This time it's a little longer, don't think like last time...... Before I could react, old man, you ran back like you were dead. ”

"Obey orders!"