The door of the Anglican Academy has been closed, and there has been no sound inside, whether it is the siege of the imperial court, or the arrival of the old eunuch with the holy decree, it has not brought any changes, it has always been silent, and anyone who looks at the heavy courtyard gate will think that there must be no one behind the courtyard gate.

In fact, there are always people behind the doors of the Anglican Academy.

There were two boxwood trees planted behind the courtyard gate, and the leaves of the trees had become much thinner in autumn, and the cold sky light fell through the branches and fell on the face of a young girl.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were clear, still childish, very young, illuminated by the skylight, which was even more lovely, but the anxiety and exhaustion on her face also became much clearer.

Ye Xiaolian, a disciple of Nanxi Zhai.

Su Moyu stood beside her.

Dozens of female disciples of Nanxi Zhai stood behind the two of them.

The sword has already been drawn out.

Qingqiu's heavenly light could fall on their faces, but not on their swords, because those swords were too sharp and the sword light was too bright.

They have been standing behind the gates of the Anglican Academy.

Nanxi Zhai's sword formation has been here for three days and three nights.

Now, the female disciples of Nanxi Zhai are already very tired, and after hearing the faint sound from outside the courtyard, they are even more slightly discolored.

The Xuanjia heavy cavalry of the Great Zhou is invincible in the world, and if it rushes over like this, even the sword formation of Nanxi Zhai will not be able to support it.

"What should I do?" Ye Xiaolian looked at Su Moyu, her beautiful little face was full of nervousness.

Su Moyu turned his head to look in the direction of the library building, thinking about the guy who had been silent since he came back from the Heavenly Book Tomb, and he couldn't make up his mind.

"That's Old Man Lin! What else do you want? Why don't you hurry up and open the courtyard door to receive the order!"

A student of the National Education College looked at the people in front of the courtyard and shouted with horror on his face: "Are you really ready to resist the decree and fail! I don't want to die with you!"

Listening to this person's words, there was a slight commotion among the teachers and students of the National Education Academy, and the sound of discussion gradually rose, and some people even quarreled fiercely.

Su Moyu looked at the student, remembered that he was a wealthy businessman's son on Henan Road, and silently memorized his name in his heart.

Ye Xiaolian looked at his gaze, thinking that he was a little shaken, and looked at the teachers and students of the National Education Academy and shouted in a deep voice: "The Holy Maiden has a will, and the disciples of Nanxi Zhai will definitely protect Dean Chen's safety! If there are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, they will leave through the back door, and they will not talk nonsense here, otherwise don't blame Zhai Sword for being ruthless!"

Hearing this, the face of the student of the wealthy merchant on Henan Road suddenly changed, and he was very angry, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he walked out of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen students from the National Education College and several teachers also left the crowd, looking in the direction of the back door.

Looking at this scene, the teachers and students who stayed in the room couldn't help but scold, especially when they saw the eyes of the female disciples of Nanxi Zhai, they felt ashamed.

Su Moyu didn't say anything, just memorized the names of those who left.

Ye Xiaolian realized that his silence did not mean wavering, and asked a little puzzled, "What are you thinking?"

Su Moyu said calmly: "I'm thinking, if the National Education Academy can be saved, what method should I use to retaliate against these people." ”

Ye Xiaolian was slightly stunned, thinking to herself when did Su Moyu, who was known for his politeness and reserve, change his temperament?

She didn't say it, and Su Moyu also knew what she was thinking. He looked at the beautiful autumn scenery in the Anglican Academy, his face showed a look of nostalgia, and said: "This is an interesting place, anyone who has been here for a long time will change something. ”

Such an interesting Anglican college, if it can be kept, is naturally very good, but if it has always been the most unreliable word.

Otherwise, why did he start to feel sad and nostalgic now?

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Baihua Lane has been emptied, and the building on the opposite side of the lane has even been forcefully bulldozed, leaving only the teahouse.

In the gradual smoke and dust, the teahouse that had watched dozens of martial arts battles in various courtyards seemed very lonely, and the figure of hundreds of heavy horsemen was so terrifying.

The doors of the Anglican College remained closed.

"There is such courage, it is indeed worthy of the National Education College created by Dean Shang, and it is worthy of being the junior brother of His Majesty. ”

Old man Lin suddenly laughed, his smile was full of emotion.

The old man's voice was a little muddy, a little soft, and no one could hear it except the little waiter who approached him.

But the next sentence was heard by everyone present.

Old man Lin looked at the closed door of the National Education College, smiled and said slowly: "Dean Chen is alone, but the teaching and students in the National Education College are ...... There is a family. ”

Hearing this, there was finally a voice from inside the Anglican Academy, and there was also a commotion in the street.

Countless eyes looked at the old palm-print eunuch.

Tianhai Shengxue's face turned even paler.

He didn't expect that this old man Lin was completely different from the rumored upright and resolute, and he would make such a tough and despicable move!

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I don't know if I heard it wrong.

There seemed to be a voice in the depths of the Anglican Academy.

Then, the main entrance of the National Education College, which had not been opened for three days and three nights, slowly opened.

There was a chilling sword light in front of him, and there were more than two hundred teachers and students of the National Education Academy.

Knowing that he was invincible, he was still in battle and waiting.

Looking at this scene, whether it was King Hejun or those Xuanjia heavy riders, their faces changed slightly.

Old man Lin was very calm, and even gave people a feeling that he was a little relieved.

Su Moyu hadn't slept much in the past three days, and he was very tired, but his eyes were as clear as his voice.

He stood on the stone steps, looked at Old Man Lin and said, "One person is enough." ”

When the holy decree arrived, the Anglican Academy did not open the door of the courtyard, set up incense tables, kneel and worship, and even only let Old Man Lin enter alone, this attitude was still extremely disrespectful.

Old man Lin was not angry, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill him, a will, and I alone are enough." ”

After saying this, he walked towards the National Education Academy, and when he rubbed himself with Su Moyu, he gently patted him on the shoulder.

Ye Xiaolian's expression was abrupt, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly tight.

Nothing happened.

Su Moyu did not spurt blood and fell to the ground and died.

Old man Lin just wanted to express his appreciation and importance to Su Moyu.

In this major event, the two powerhouses of the Divine Realm, Infinite Blue and Strange Red, especially the latter, have made great contributions.

Su Moyu is a nephew who is not so popular, but he stayed at the National Education College afterwards, which may seem stupid in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of the old man Lin, who has been stupid all his life, this is very remarkable.

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The door of the library was open, and the sky light fell on the smooth black floor, which was bright enough to be seen.

Chen Changsheng sat by the window, didn't look at the autumn colors outside the window, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Old man Lin looked at him quietly and watched him for a long time.

Chen Changsheng didn't move, didn't speak, just lowered his head.

Old man Lin suddenly understood that he was looking at his own reflection on the floor.

Chen Changsheng was looking at himself.