The earliest team in the Confucian Society was formed by Zhang Qing and these people, so there were naturally many people in the real academy.

Naturally, there are many things buried in the sinking night in the Taihao sky.

Xu Shuyu stood between the cliffs of Jisheng Peak and did not go up to Beiyin Mountain. Recently, the masters of Chang'an Juku seem to have returned to their normal state ten years ago, and since the Zhou Tianshen Prohibition obtained in the East China Sea Secret Realm has made up for the defects of the ban on the Back Yin Mountain, the minds of all the masters have relaxed a little.

After all, there was no trouble on the mountain today, and as for the news of things coming down from the mountain, it was only secretly circulated among the saints and sub-saints, and they were silently searching.

Therefore, there is no need for him, a saint, to come forward in everything now—at least in the eyes of others.

Xie Luming bowed respectfully, standing half a position behind the man, not daring to rise even a little higher, his jade eyes were a little blank, like an empty shell being led away.

Xu Shuyu looked at Beiyin Mountain, his eyes were as black as ink, quiet and terrifying, Beiyin Mountain also looked at him, the blackened mountain seemed to represent the unspeakable horror of the world, and the two seemed to be doing something strange and unbreakable communication.

"The student is refreshed?!no...... Isn't it a student's pure spirit? That thing is becoming more and more pure, and it is more useful for the forbidden production. ”

"Recently, I have become inexplicably thicker......"

"What about the ban, what about the ban?"

"Isn't that a tricky problem......

"Confucian?"

Xu Shuyu seemed to be talking to himself, saying some words that ordinary people couldn't understand, which could be heard as normal words, but it was a little distorted when he said it, and Xu Shuyu didn't shy away from his students, because under Xie Luming's eyes, an ink color was also circulating silently.

"Sure enough...... I felt something wrong in the morning. ”

Xu Shuyu withdrew the spirit that had communicated with the back yin mountain, turned his head and leaned over, and carefully observed the teleportation portal in the Taihao Tianzhen Courtyard.

There, the figures of the Confucian Society came out of it and returned to the peaks of Tahoetian.

And every time those Confucian scholars came out, the share in Taihao Heaven represented humanity, and the peaceful aura of Zhongzheng increased significantly, feeding the talisman array prohibition in the back yin mountain.

"Hidden Prince Li Chengtian is really a good means......" Xu Zhiyu's gaze was deep.

"But at this time, I was made up of such a deviant and disgusting doctrine by a hairy boy who became a monk halfway......"

Xu Shuyu pondered carefully.

"Although Li Shaobai is still in retreat, as a saint, it is not easy for me to make a move......

He set his sights on his own apprentice-

At this moment, Xie Luming's eyes were so gentle and elegant that he disappeared, except for the godless eyes, there was only a deep obsession left, as if he longed for a certain position and a certain right.

Just like his teacher.

"Good Boy......"

Xu Shuyu screamed uncharacteristically intimately, but the extremely incongruous tone and look made people feel a chill.

"Teacher?"

Xie Luming raised his head, and the eyes of the two of them, whose innermost desires were infinitely magnified, met in an instant.

"If you let that Zhang Shaolang's Confucian Society continue to develop, if you want to fight for the world in the future, I'm afraid you will be powerless. ”

Xie Luming's face was unhappy, and he looked at the Confucian scholars who had returned to the school, and his eyes began to have deep resentment.

"The teacher is right, I don't know how the teacher taught me?"

In this strange state, Xie Luming's moral code that he suppressed seemed to collapse completely, returning to the most primitive state of his nature.

"yes, that's what it looks like. ”

Xu Shuyu watched Xie Luming express his resentment unabashedly, and was a little happy.

"I pressed you too hard before, but I never thought about how powerful it would be for you to give up those so-called gentleman's ethics. ”

This middle-aged man with a plain face stood proudly, but the words in his mouth had an undisguised evil spirit.

"I'm telling you...... You're like this, that, and that......"

......

"Oops......"

Li Mo was above the void of Jisheng Peak, watching this pair of masters and apprentices play with living treasures.

"Haoran Righteous ......"

His demeanor was reminiscing, and his eyes clearly looked at the Qi machines rising around the Confucian scholars, and he called out their names.

Li Mo casually removed a few pieces of void as a mattress, changed his posture and lay down, holding a jar of heaven in his hand and smiling, thinking of Zhang Qinghe's request to him before leaving-

That's right, it was precisely on the night that he entered the palace to face the saint, Zhang Qinghe entered the Qiantian Palace, where he was in charge of his daily administration, with the concealment method of the Heavenly Palace.

Of course, this concealment method is to avoid ordinary palace people and overhauls, not to avoid him, a chaotic ancestor.

When he saw Zhang Qinghe swaggering in from the main gate that day, he knew that this doll was full of doubts and wanted to hear his answer.

He retired from the left and right early, and he talked with Zhang Qinghe in the Chengtian Palace at night.

"Why, the smell of the Son of Heaven's smile is too strong, so you can't find the north when you're drunk? You kid has to go to Zhen'an, why did you just run into my Qiantian Palace?"

The Son of Heaven smiled...... The taste is indeed quite rushing. ”

Zhang Qinghe meant something, but Li Mo avoided talking about it.

"But this time, I mainly want to invite my seniors to protect my husband, I think my seniors and my husband should have a lot of origins. ”

Zhang Qinghe saw from the wine that Li Mo might be an elder that Li Shaobai was familiar with.

"Oh, Shaobai, what's the danger of him?" Li Mo was a little surprised, and his face softened a little unconsciously, but he pretended not to know.

"Holy Monarch, everyone understands this matter, the interests involved are too great, and the water is really deep. ”

"Whew...... You're not polite to me, I want to pretend to be confused and shirk this time, and I can't do it?"

Zhang Qinghe also didn't know...... Why is he so so, as if he naturally trusts Li Mo.

Li Mo stood up and rubbed his head.

Zhang Qinghe felt the familiar touch, and was stunned for a few seconds, and Li Mo's hand was also a little stagnant when he withdrew it......

"That's it, you go, I will take care of this matter and make sure that before you come back, Shaobai is still fine. ”

Li Mo hurriedly agreed.

Zhang Qinghe made a deep bow, turned around and left.

......

Li Mo pulled his thoughts back from a few days ago, and then from hundreds of years ago, and returned to the moment when he couldn't discern when and where he was......

He looked at the big and small ones who were staggering, and sensed the white clothes with a calm retreat at the bottom of the mountain, as well as ...... Following the figure hidden in the Holy Peak, the avenue around him was a little agitated......

"If he hadn't said that he wouldn't be able to do it, one of these things would be counted as one, and they would all be thrown into the Wei River to feed the floating ......."