Meng Juntong entered the palace master garden of Jinglan School Palace in the early morning, and stayed until the evening before leaving the courtyard and going to other parts of the school palace.

On this day, she stayed in the double picture meditation room, Meng Juntong obviously felt that when she was visualizing the double picture, her dream cultivation progress was greatly accelerated, if she could practice here for a long time, it would not take a year to enter the Dacheng realm of the fivefold dream realm, that is, when she first saw Liu Chengfeng, his dream cultivation. It's just that she doesn't have a year to come to the retreat right now.

Thinking of Liu Chengfeng, Meng Juntong's heartstrings couldn't help but be plucked again, when the city was said goodbye in the first place, Liu Chengfeng had already taken the 100-day death pill, and he told Meng Juntong that he would come to her again at the last moment when his life burned out. But until now, more than 100 days have passed, but Liu Chengfeng has not heard from him.

Nowadays, the Shaohua people in this world, every one is one less, the Shaohua Dream City sinks to the north, and the Shaohua Dream Weavers in the world are widely slaughtered, all of which seems to indicate that the Shaohua Dream City is very likely to be like the last dragon ruin, and will quietly withdraw from the stage of history.

But Meng Juntong is not reconciled, nor does she give up, the high priest of Luo Shu said that the last hope of Shaohua Dream City is in her, as long as she can complete the challenge of entering the WTO and start the challenge of the awakening of the dream god, she will have the opportunity to let Shaohua Dream City be reborn.

Although all this sounds a little difficult, no matter how difficult it is, it is better than no hope, even if there is only the slightest possibility, Meng Juntong must persevere and finish this road, after all, his loved ones are still on that land, even if he fails in the future, even if he wants to die, Meng Juntong is determined to return to that land.

Walking in the Jinglan Academy, it was the evening class time of the disciples of the Academy, walking on the forest path of the Academy of the Academy, Meng Juntong heard the sound of the disciples reading aloud from the palace. The recitation is the wisdom of the Confucian sages, and most of those who can enter the Jinglan Palace to learn are the royal relatives and nobles in the Zhao Dynasty, so it is very suitable for them to learn Confucianism and be influenced by benevolence.

You must know that the brutality and extravagance of a generation of magnates will often destroy the foundation of a dynasty, and advocating benevolence can at least plant the seeds of goodness in the hearts of these students, enlighten their hearts of family and country, and help the world and save the people.

Meng Juntong once heard the high priest of Vena Shu say that there are four biggest dreams of scholars in the world, which are to establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations.

Although Meng Juntong has never been in contact with Confucianism, just hearing these four sentences, he feels that his heart is full of blood. It's just that these are just in the environment of the school palace, if you go to the court and enter the cage of power, what will happen, and how much these four sentences can leave in the hearts of the students, it is impossible to say.

"Hello palace master," someone not far away greeted Meng Juntong, at the time of this day, the disciples in the palace all knew that a young and beautiful female palace master had come to the Jinglan School Palace, but the person who greeted Meng Juntong at the moment was an acquaintance.

"Xu ......" Meng Juntong remembered that this person's surname was Xu, and recalled slightly: "Your name is Xu Zifang, right?" ”

Xu Zifang nodded again and again: "The palace master still remembers me." ”

Meng Juntong smiled bitterly: "I just saw it in the early morning, and it's only evening, if a name can't even remember a day, then my brain ...... Alas, can you call me the palace master, this matter has not yet been decided. ”

Xu Zifang hesitated for a moment and replied, "Whatever the palace master wants us to call you, we will call you." ”

"Then call me Juntong, my name is Meng Juntong, we are generally old, you are the palace master and the palace master is short, I really feel uncomfortable. ”

"Jun...... Miss Meng, I'll call you Miss Meng. Xu Zifang's face turned a little red, the Confucian disciples were quite restrained by this words and deeds, how dare they casually call the woman affectionately.

Meng Juntong didn't get entangled, and nodded, as long as she didn't call her the palace master, it didn't matter what she was called.

"They're all in evening class, don't you have to go?" Meng Juntong asked.

Xu Zifang smiled: "Those are the juniors and disciples who have just entered the Yellow Academy, and our disciples who have been promoted to the Xuan Academy do not need to attend evening classes." ”

Meng Juntong was curious: "Is there still a grade between your courtyards?" You said that they are the Yellow Courtyard, and you are the Xuanyuan, could it be that your Jinglan Academy is divided into heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang Courtyard?"

Xu Zifang gave Meng Juntong a thumbs up: "Palace master...... Uh," he suddenly reacted and changed his words: "Miss Meng is really smart, our school palace is indeed divided into four academies, the first to enter the palace Meng's students enter the Huang Academy, and those who reach a certain age and pass the examination can enter the Xuan Academy, and the outstanding disciples in the Xuan Academy can be selected to study in the underground courtyard." ”

Hearing that Xu Zifang only introduced three courtyards, Meng Juntong asked: "What about the courtyards that day? Isn't there four courtyards, why did you only say three?" ”

Xu Zifang scratched his head a little embarrassed: "Heavenly Courtyard, that's not something that our Academy disciples can enter, so generally we don't list Heavenly Courtyard among the three courtyards below us." ”

"Who is the courtyard in that day?"

Xu Zifang's eyes flashed with reverence: "Jinglan Heavenly Courtyard, there are all disciples of the saint, and the deputy palace master of Lanhua is the Heavenly Courtyard seat." ”

When he arrived at the Heavenly Courtyard, he was not a disciple, but a personal disciple of the Jinglan Sage, and Lan Hua, who had previously led him to the palace, was the seventh disciple of the Sage of the Jinglan Academy, and the youngest disciple, and this disciple was also the deputy palace master who was now in charge of the Jinglan Academy.

"Where is the courtyard that day, can I go and see it?"

Xu Zifang's face was embarrassed, and he had to do it, this matter is not small, where did he do this master as a little disciple of the Xuanyuan. But no matter what the person in front of him says, he is also the palace master appointed by the saint, and it is not known whether it is the eight disciples that the saint intends to accept.

Meng Juntong saw that Xu Zifang was a little embarrassed, but he didn't make a strong request: "If it's inconvenient, forget it, I'm just curious." ”

"No, no, no," Xu Zifang waved his hand again and again: "It's just that our ordinary disciples have never been to the Heavenly Courtyard, so we don't know which mountain and which peak the Heavenly Courtyard is located on, if Miss Meng really wants to go, I can go and ask the Deputy Palace Master of Lanhua to take you there." ”

"Don't bother. "Meng Juntong really doesn't want to trouble others, she is here mainly to wait for the Jinglan Saint to come back, not really to visit the Jinglan Academy.

"Nothing was too much trouble. The white-bearded and white-haired Lan Hua slowly walked out from the other end of the forest path: "Originally, I was going to take you to the Heavenly Courtyard. ”