The wind in Chang'an Juku is just right, but in March, the branches are full of light early cherry blossoms.

This thing is not flattering, the whitewash decoration is just right, it is the same Taiping flower, but it is a step higher than the peony, and it has attracted a lot of overhaul and blue eyes.

Although the students love things like Mei Lan more, but when they reach the same vision and point as the great cultivators, they also have to love this Tang Ying.

Zhang Qinghe has no intention of appreciating the flowers, not that he is like the vendors who set up stalls, the turtles who shout, and the old men who sell charcoal, running for their livelihoods all day long, and they can't see a few days when they look up.

In Chang'an Juku, he has already become a part of the vested interests of Xiantang, Xiantang founded the country for 5,631 years, and the conquest, management, and planners are the "people" in Chang'an Juku.

"Childe, the spring is cold, and you can't be there for a long time, your body and bones have only improved, why don't you go back to the house earlier." Seeing Zhang Qinghe wearing a plain fur, pacing back and forth between the long pavilions, frowning and thinking about it, he coughed and gasped a few times for no reason, and Chang Sui Xiaowu couldn't help but express his concern.

"No need. Zhang Qinghe lightly persuaded.

Although the masters resisted the flashy habits of the high-ranking families and did not allow private servants and scholars, they would not let the scholars suffer grievances in their lives.

How could he know that the person he served had changed overnight?

Zhang Qinghe never imagined that one day, such a ridiculous thing would happen to him.

Although he also reads online articles as a pastime on weekdays, he has long passed the age of the second year of secondary school, and his life is dull and fulfilling.

How could he have a small cold, and he came from the Celestial Empire with such a plausible, exaggerated and mysterious cultivation world.

Besides, Chang'an Juku is the heart of the country, and he has a set of treatment and screening for the seizure, even if he inherits the memory of his predecessor, but if he is found to have changed his temperament, he will have to be sent to the bad people for torture.

Fortunately, Zhang Qing had a withdrawn personality on weekdays, and he neither made friends nor got close to his mentor. In terms of family affection, it is the starting point of the protagonist's parents died, his father was the former palace Zheng, led a Lantai, was assassinated by a traitor, and his mother became depressed and became ill, and he disappeared within a few years.

With the end of the party dispute and the appeasement of rehabilitation, he became a famous Qingliu and was introduced to Chang'an School, where he was able to enjoy the good business of his parents.

To outsiders, it doesn't sound bad enough.

However, only Zhang Qinghe knew that Zhang Gongzi, who had just entered the school, had passed away in the middle of the night yesterday in the Hengchun Array, which was running endlessly in the Chang'an School, warm in winter and cool in summer.

This is a red flag.

It's not just that someone doesn't want him to continue to live, and this person is still very bold, but at the same time, this bold person must also have a lot of energy.

Of course, he didn't offend anyone, so the murder could only come from cheap parents.

This cheap parents also brought me quite a troublesome cheap enemy.

Zhang Qinghe smiled bitterly.

He is in the Academy of Literature, which is located in Chang'an City, and unlike the True Academy located in Taihaotian, the Academy of Literature does not have a major overhaul, except for an extremely limited number of masters, and the daily security depends on the bad people and Zhijingo in Chang'an City.

Even if this is the case, the people who dare to do it in the Chang'an Juku Academy of Literature are no more than ten palms in this city. Because if you do it in the school, you have to have an indirect dialogue with the Chang'an school and have the confidence to calm things down.

Or, it is simply the death of a certain overhaul in Chang'an Juku.

Zhang Qinghe can't care about who this person is for the time being, if he wants to say what he cares about most in his heart now, he cares most about whether he can survive.

This is a bizarre realm of cultivating immortals, with the power of immortality and freedom to sit outside the sky, and perhaps there is also the Tianjiao who fights against the wind and fights the dragon and rides the luan.

The blood of the people of the Celestial Empire, who had not been moved for a long time, gradually changed from cold to agitated, and since he had come to this world, he didn't want to take a good look at it, so he folded in this small academy of literature.

"If you want to live, you have to improve your own attention, show your own value, and get the green eyes of the masters and teachers in Chang'an School. ”

Zhang Qinghe silently summed up in his heart.

"There is also the old protégé of the cheap father, which is a force that cannot be ignored. Although political enemies have been uprooted, rewards and compensation have long been in my hands, and I am useless to today's officials as a vanguard, there are some nostalgia for the old friends of these fathers. “

"It's more important to practice. “

Not everyone has the talent for spiritual pursuit.

Although this dynasty is known as the Immortal Tang Dynasty, only half of the princes of the court have cultivation, but the Li family of the royal family was born with the ability to cultivate immortals. This is the ancestors of the saints, and even the remnants of the immortals who have attained the fruit position, such a family, known as the immortals, has a mystery that is not enough for outsiders.

Zhang Qinghe has the qualifications to practice, which is one of the reasons why he entered this highest institution of learning with mediocre literary talent. Although he had never tried to comprehend the cultivation method, in fact, with his talent, he had already stepped into the door of cultivation with half a foot.

- Some people can't take such a half step in their life, they are unlucky, and they are also happy.

Zhang Qinghe didn't know why, but he remembered a kind of fish.

In this life, Zhang Qinghe has seen that kind of small fish by the Weishui, with thin scales, a long palm, born in the yang of Weiba, good at singing, called floating tu, they have amazing bounce power and light bones between their bows, as if they were born to jump out of the water.

Whenever he saw the shadows of people, birds, and animals reflected on the surface of the water, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and jumped into it, intending to find out. With this jump, he was in mid-air above the water.

So they were mostly preyed upon by birds, or caught by fishermen. Even if they are not controlled by other things, they will not live long, their gills and eyes are extremely fragile, and they cannot even touch the dust in the air, and some of them are strong, and they will bleed to death in a moment.

It's just that this stupid thing has an extremely strong ability to survive and reproduce in the water, and it is inexhaustible. It is a leek, which is the most cheap and the freshest taste in the market of Chang'an.

Does Futu think that he can win eagles and birds, but can he beat people and beasts?

No, they just saw those apparitions and thought they would fly out and go to another world.

In fact, this idea is indeed true.

- But the mistake of Kaoto may be that when he flies out of his own world, he thinks that he can be equated with a creation that exists in another world, and forgets his own limitations.

However, this is a blind spot shared by all things, and the Futu family has only put this shortcoming in an obvious position.

Zhang Qinghe inexplicably thought of this fish, and was a little confused. He just carefully sorted out his thoughts, and planned to try to induce qi to cultivate.