The sea in the eyes of the old man is tranquil and gives people a feeling of infinite kindness...... But after all, it was a sea, and it was hard to imagine what kind of huge waves the ocean would set off when the old man became angry, what kind of thunder would be born in the waves, and what a majestic and sacred picture it would be.

"You fell asleep like this while talking to you earlier, what else can I do but read a book?" said the old man with a smile as he looked at Merissa.

Merisa still looked at the green leaves in the basin, shook her head and said, "You know very well what I mean, you should show the way to the children." ”

"The path is made by each person. ”

The old man in the linen robe said: "After the child came to Kyoto, he has always walked very steadily, I don't worry much, I just hope to ...... He was able to mature faster. ”

It was clear that the old man cared deeply about the child mentioned in this sentence.

Hearing the word mature, Merisa was silent for a long time, and in the quiet deep hall of the palace, it seemed that an invisible pressure was gradually generated.

"Maturity needs rain, and sometimes stress. ”

The old man in the hemp robe said: "The new list of Tianji Pavilion should be coming soon. ”

Merissa understood what he meant – ranking was pressure. There are countless strong people and geniuses on the three lists of Xiaoyao, Dianjin, and Qingyun, and countless people have worked hard and practiced hard, just to have their own place on the list, and those who are on the list will have infinite motivation when they look at the rankings in front of them. The reason why there is Tianji Pavilion on the mainland, and the reason why there are these lists, is to provide pressure on the cultivators of the human race and the demon race, so that they can fight against the strong men of the demon race.

"That kid has no chance to be on the list, and he has a miserable background, how difficult his fate is, and he is afraid that he will see the word fame and fortune more clearly than you and me. ”

Hearing this, the old man in the hemp robe sighed and said, "Then we can only see if the Great Dynasty can help him." ”

Merissa thought for a moment and agreed with the old man in the linen robe, because there is fate above the starry sky, and there is only life worthy of awe under the starry sky, and life itself is the greatest pressure, and the child must mature quickly under this pressure.

"I'm leaving. ”

He stood up, saluted the old man in the sack-robed robe, and then turned and walked out of the palace.

The old man in the linen robe didn't say anything, picked up the scroll and continued to read.

Time passed slowly and stubbornly.

The green leaves in the ash basin are calm because there is no wind.

I don't know how long it took for the old man in the hemp robe to take his eyes off the scroll and look at the sky outside the palace, and his face suddenly showed a look of envy.

If the priests who left the palace saw the look on his face at this time, they would definitely be shocked to the extreme.

What else is there on this continent to be envied by the elderly?

There was a clear bell ringing from afar, and it was not the schools of the Imperial Palace and the Ancestral Hall that were about to start classes, but the regular Illuminati every ten days was about to begin.

The old man stood up and untied his linen robe.

A black-robed priest who appeared out of nowhere silently changed a robe for the old man's body.

The old man walked up the stone steps, and when he revealed the lotus platform carved from crystal, he reached out and picked up the tiara, as if he were picking up a piece of rubble.

The black-robed priest who followed behind the old man has always been known for being cold and stern in the state religion, and the expression on his face is difficult to change over the past few decades, but every time he sees such a picture in front of him, the corners of his eyes twitch unstoppably, because he always thinks about what to do if the yin and yang crown is broken like this?

There is a mural at the top of the stone steps, which is thick and colorless, and it is extremely solemn.

The old man stood in front of the mural and put the crown on top of his head.

The mural wall slowly parted to the sides, and infinite light poured in from the other side of the wall.

Those tides of light danced around the old man's crown and robes, as if they were celebrating and worshipping.

On the other side of the wall is an incomparably high temple.

This is the center of the palace, the center of the state religion, and the center of the mainland faith - the Hall of Light.

There are dozens of tall statues on both sides of the hall, there are legends of the mainland, there are sages, there are saints, and there are twelve apologetic knights.

In the tide of light, countless priests knelt down to pay respects.

The priests had their foreheads touching the backs of their hands, and they looked extremely reverent.

The object of their worship was the old man.

Pope, the fourth generation of the State Church.

......

......

When Chen Changsheng and his entourage walked out of the small palace, it was already afternoon, he looked at the slightly slanting sun, I don't know what time it is, he looked back at the Qingxian Hall that was as clear as before, looked at those green bricks, and thought that he had gone to another space before, and he was a little confused for a while.

The late autumn palace is not blindly slaughtered, the warm air in the afternoon makes those hardy green acacia cedars seem to become more vibrant, the branches and leaves also become more verdant, looking down only to see the eyes full of spring, clear and infinite, very time to go back to the feeling.

They walked down the long stone steps to the bottom of the road, and from a very long distance, they could already faintly see that many people gradually appeared on both sides of the Shinto, and some even walked directly to the Shinto, ready to stop them.

"I told them not to go, so what next?"

Tang Thirty-six looked at the priest who had left the palace with an indifferent expression, his expression was a little annoyed.

This priest from the palace had previously picked them up in the Qingxian Palace, and then brought them into the small palace, but now it seemed that he had to send them out of the palace all the time, Tang Thirty-six knew that this was Luoluo's request, to avoid his group and those students from clashing again.

He was not very satisfied with His Highness Luoluo's arrangement, because that would make him seem scared. Jin Yulu did not say anything about this, and did not feel that this was His Highness's dissatisfaction with his work. Chen Changsheng was not dissatisfied, because this was originally his request to Luoluo.

At this moment, a clear bell rang out from an unknown palace or academy, and unlike the melodious sound of the previous class bell, this bell was peaceful, and it was supposed to announce a certain message or convey some kind of message.

"Could it be that this kind of thing can also ring the bell to assemble? Is this the palace or the barracks?" Tang Thirty-six thought that this was a student from the palace annex or the ancestral hall, and rang the signal of the group with the bell, seeing this formation, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and his face changed slightly.

At this moment, a flock of birds suddenly dispersed in the sky, as if the crowd was out of the way, a hole appeared under the clouds in the east, and a black shadow cut through the sky at an unimaginable speed, and then flew towards the palace at high speed along the space left by the birds.

Xuanyuan Po is a demon boy, he has lived in the mountains since he was a child, he has seen a lot of birds, and his eyesight is several times sharper than that of humans.

Compared with the quasi-divine beasts such as unicorns and Wanli deer, the red goose is not too special, but this bird has an advantage, that is, fast, this is one of the fastest birds known on the mainland, second only to the red eagle used by the military to communicate, of course, there is no white crane here.

After Xuanyuan Po finished saying this, the black shadow had already come to the sky above the palace, and there were some profound priests on the ground, as well as people like Tang Thirty-six, who could already see that the bird was dragging a long red tail, and it was indeed a red goose.

The red goose left an afterimage in the autumn sky, and disappeared in the deep hall of the palace in an instant, and I don't know where it fell.

"What's going on?"

Tang Thirty-six thought to himself that since it was not a red eagle, it could not be that the Northern Demon Clan had a change, and it shouldn't be a bad thing, otherwise the previous bell would not be so stable, so what was the matter, the red goose needed to be dispatched?

No matter how much you think about it, it is impossible for Pingkong to guess what is going on, Chen Changsheng and the others continued to move forward under the leadership of the priest who left the palace, and it didn't take long for them to walk below, only to see that there were figures everywhere in front of the Divine Dao, and I don't know how many people in the Dao came because of Tang Thirty-six's words in the early morning.

The gate of the palace on the left hand side of the Shinto was still closed, Gou Hanshi did not come out, the other three people of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God did not appear, and even the female disciples of the Holy Maiden Peak and the young people from the south of the rest of the sects did not appear.

Chen Changsheng's gaze passed through the cedar trees and landed in the other courtyard, silent.

Because of his marriage contract with Xu Yourong, after he came to Kyoto, he was subjected to contempt, white eyes, ridicule and even humiliation all the way from the East Imperial Shogun's Mansion, and naturally, he didn't have any good feelings for the man named Akiyama-kun, even with his teacher.

At the Qingteng banquet, he and the other party finally met.

But unlike what he had imagined, after these two contacts, he found that the other party's performance was not bad, whether it was Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai or Qijian, or atmospheric, or truly respectable pride, or heart-wrenching persistence, in short, it was quite desirable - he could see that Gou Hanshi, these disciples of Lishan, respected Akiyama-kun from the heart, so how could Akiyama-kun be a person who deceived the world and stole his name?

The autumn wind blew him up and woke him up.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was really thinking too much, Akiyama-kun, as an idol figure who appreciates his talent and virtue in the whole continent, is not necessarily a bad person, but because of his position, he thinks like this.