As Princess Lianji's soul entered the reincarnation, the skull of the nasal passage completely disappeared, leaving only a large cloud of rich karmic black qi.

This black qi was the evil poison that had been quenched from the thousands of Yin soul bodies.

Naturally, this thing doesn't need Meng Juntong to cross it again, but how to deal with it has become a difficult matter now.

You can't just throw it aside, I'm afraid it's another hidden danger at the time, and no one knows if this evil poison still has the ability to cause trouble.

"I'll take care of the rest. The young saint who had been watching Meng Juntong turn into a yin soul with Shaohua Jun spoke.

I saw him lightly touch his foot, and his figure disappeared from where he was standing, and the next moment he appeared directly beside Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong had already opened her eyes at this time, but her hands were still folded, and she turned her head to look at the young Confucian sage with beautiful eyebrows: "I'll give it to you?"

The young saint nodded: "The most difficult thing has been done by you, and the next sweeping matter will be left to me." As he spoke, the young man stretched out his hand and whispered a syllable at the black gas, and then there was a scene of the ten directions of Haoran Qi surging towards the evil poisonous gas mass and forming a Haoran cage.

Meng Juntong carefully observed the mighty cage, and then he was relieved to withdraw his palms.

Reaching out and gently wiping the tears and sweat mixed together on his face, Meng Juntong felt that his body was slightly weak, and he felt as if he couldn't even stand on his feet.

Fortunately, Bai Ze leaned over at this moment and let Meng Juntong stick to his huge plush body.

"I can actually see the Rui Beast Bai Ze in the world, could it be that the girl is a heavenly god who descended to earth?"

Listening to the young sage's slightly joking words, Meng Juntong hurriedly waved his hand and said: "What kind of god is it, if it is really a god man, I am not afraid to bother the Confucian sage today." ”

Speaking of this, Meng Juntong didn't dare to let Bai Ze stay in everyone's field of vision too much, and at that moment she hurriedly sat up straight, and her heart moved, and Bai Ze was withdrawn into the spirit rhino chain.

Meng Juntong shook the spirit rhino chain in his hand and said to the Confucian sage: "It is quite similar to that Basheng knife, but it is just a chance chance when the ancestors of the sect were refining the weapon, and they got a wisp of Bai Ze True Spirit to refine the instrument spirit." ”

The young saint didn't pay much attention to this issue, just glanced at the spirit rhino chain on Meng Juntong's wrist, then looked away with a smile and looked at the evil aura again.

"Sage, what are you going to do with this thing?" Although the person in front of him was only a teenager, as long as he was a person with a normal IQ, he would not think that this young man was the real age of a Confucian sage.

Wei Ling thought about it, it would be more appropriate to call him 'Sage Master'.

Yan Fengyi had already stepped forward to salute at this time: "Yan Fengyi, a student under the old Jixia, has seen the predecessors of the Confucian sages. ”

The young saint smiled: "Don't be rigid about these, as for this evil poison, I will take it away, find a safe place to slowly refine and erase it, after all, it is the evil poison of the nasal passage, I am afraid that it is difficult to refine it without three or five years of pure spirit and evil." ”

Speaking of this, the young saint took out a mutton fat jade bottle from his robe, gently uncorked it, and recited a mantra in a low voice.

Immediately, the Haoran cage was included in the jade bottle.

There was a faint treasure light on the jade bottle, and it was fleeting, and the young saint put the jade bottle into his sleeve again.

This is the end of the matter in Whitewater City.

The young sage turned his head to Meng Juntong and said, "Girl, I look at your weather, and you are already a person who has achieved a little success in cultivation. If you are free, it is better to go with me to Jinglan School Palace, where there is an opportunity, I don't know if I can get along with the girl. ”

"Jinglan Academy, sir, but the Jinglan Academy, in the Fulong Mountains?"

Yan Fengyi naturally knew where the school palace was, and the first mountain master who established the Jinglan school palace was Zhao Tianxing, the king of Zhao State.

The Fulong Mountain Range is a forbidden place for the entire Zhao Kingdom, which contains the kings of the Zhao Kingdom of the past dynasties, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the mountain range at all.

And that Zhao prince built a school palace in the Fulong Mountain Range, which shows his respected status in the Zhao country.

Fortunately, there are only twenty or thirty disciples who can have the opportunity to enter the Jinglan Academy to study, and now the total number of disciples in this Jinglan Academy Palace is less than a hundred, so they live in the Fulong Mountain Range, and the influence is not great.

Except for the king's mausoleum, which cannot be disturbed, in other places, the disciples of the school palace can enter and leave on their own.

Although this Jinglan School Palace is far from being as long as the Qi State Jixia School Palace, since its establishment a hundred years ago, it has successively cultivated many Zhu State meritorious services for the Zhao State.

Wenchen military generals, but anyone who comes from Jinglan School Palace, will be a dragon and phoenix in adults.

You must know that in order to circulate between the royal family and the nobles every year for the few places to enter the palace to study, the Manchu dynasty can be described as intrigue and intrigue, and there are many means.

Who doesn't want to be able to send the children of the family to the Jinglan School Palace.

But if you can get out of the school palace smoothly, no matter how bad it is, you can become a feudal official.

Yan Fengyi once had the opportunity to become a disciple of the Jinglan Academy, but when the Nasheng of the Academy was posted to his house, Yan Fengyi had already gone on a study tour, and then entered the Jixia Academy of Qi for three years with his excellent learning.

After returning to Xia County, it didn't take long for him to take the title from his father, that is, the king of the previous county, and enter the palace to accept the coronation.

Thinking that he had previously visited this Confucian sage of Jinglan Academy as an old disciple of Jixia Academy, Yan Fengyi inevitably felt that something was wrong.

Fortunately, Confucianism in the world has the same origin, and there are few views of other schools and hundreds of schools, and countries are separated.

However, Yan Fengyi still bowed deeply: "Sir, but the prince with the surname of the country who saved the Zhao country from falling a hundred years ago." ”

Meng Juntong was startled when he heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously shouted: "You are Zhao Tianxing." ”

"Miss Meng, don't be rude. Xing Bai hurriedly reminded him that what is the identity of the prince with the surname of the country, and where can he be called by his name, he must know that he is a secret of his honor, and he should not say his name.

The young saint waved his hand to signal that Xing Bai didn't need to do this: "It should be an ancient person, so there is no need to pay attention to this." ”

Zhao Tianxing, who is a young man, has a heavy atmosphere in this conversation, which really hides his temperament.

Meng Juntong couldn't care about this, originally she didn't come to Lan Ning to find Zhao Tianxing, but now Zhao Tianxing came to her like this, no matter what, she had to take him to take a look at Meng Ze Lanqing in the Yin Soul Ridge.

I saw Meng Juntong rush to Zhao Tianxing's front with an arrow step, and stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder: "Follow me to the Yin Soul Ridge!"