In the Jinglan School Palace in the Fulong Mountains, since early in the morning, there is the sound of reading aloud echoing in the Sifang Valley.

Because the Jinglan School Palace is located in the middle of a valley, every time there is a sound of reading, the teachings of those saints will travel like a tide in the valley, and they will not stop around the beam.

And this valley is also named the Valley of Echoes, and there are also those that are directly called the Valley of Echoes.

Echo Valley is surrounded by four high and low peaks, which are named Morning Glow, Morning Dew, Dusk Drum, and Xifeng.

Among the four peaks, the morning glow and the morning dew all have the school houses of the students of the school palace, and every day the students come to the school palace to study, they have to go over the mountains and mountains, cross the river and walk the stream to reach the school palace.

The gentlemen of the school palace call it strong muscles and bones, and sharpen the mind.

The dusk drum is the residence of the retired masters of Jinglan Academy, these masters either because of their own injuries or illnesses, or because of their advanced age, retired here, but the masters who can teach in the Jinglan School Palace, all of them have the talents of the world, so in the early years Zhao Tianxue left this peak for the masters to live for a long time.

On weekdays, students often come to this mountain to meet the master and ask for a lot of knowledge.

The last Xifeng Mountain is the shortest and most inconspicuous of the four peaks, and this is where the Gongdelin of Jinglan Xue Palace is located.

After the death of the sages, the whole assembly was buried here.

You must know that the entire Fulong Mountain Range is where the tombs of the princes and princes of the Zhao Kingdom are located.

It is the highest honor to be buried here.

On weekdays, few people come here to disturb the tranquility of the sages. And today, two figures came to the merit forest.

A white-haired old man in a Confucian shirt and a master in green clothes, a noble son in a white shirt with a pale complexion.

The two of them sat in the merit forest, and on the left and right were the merit tablets carved from the best jade and white stones.

Since the two appeared, no one spoke, sat opposite each other, closed their eyes and rested.

It wasn't until the loud sound of reading in the valley gradually subsided that the sickly man with a pale face opened his eyes slightly.

Looking at everything familiar in front of him, he exhaled a long breath and said to the old man, "Why save me?"

The old man never opened his eyes, and his ears were still trembling slightly, as if he was still catching the sound of reading wandering in the mountains and forests.

After a while, he finally spoke, "How long has it been since you studied?"

The sick man twitched the corners of his mouth: "What good is reading for me, Golden House? Yan Ruyu? If I don't study, what have I lacked." ”

The old man was not annoyed by the man's disrespect, but smiled softly: "Is the golden house still comfortable?

The sick man didn't speak, just pursed his lips tightly.

Between Jiazi, he can be said to enjoy the ultimate honor of the world, but the words comfort and intimacy are like the thorns in the heart that make him uneasy.

The old man asked again, "You have peace in your name, but you don't have peace in your life, don't you want to know why this is?"

Hearing the six words of fate, the sick man's face flushed, and he seemed to be angry: "For what?

The old man's voice became softer and softer: "If you were willing to stay in the school palace to study, who in this world can hold on to your chess piece, if you are not obsessed with that innocent game, how can you be trapped in the Demon Dao Jiazi and not wake up......?" ”

The sick man's anger subsided, and his hands folded in front of him, clenched tightly, and remained silent.

There was a dead silence between the two, and all the conversation seemed to come to an abrupt end here.

Knock, knock, knock......

Suddenly, there were three yellow bells striking in the valley.

The old man got up slowly: "Let's go, it's time for lunch." With that, he walked towards the back house.

As soon as he took a few steps, he noticed that the man behind him did not follow, and the old man turned around and said in a loud voice: "Sage, eat sometime." ”

The man let go of his palm and slowly got up, with helplessness on his face, but there was a little more relief in his eyes.

Following the old man, the man walked into the hut, and smoke rose from the hut, just like the knotted thatched mountain dwelling in front of the Jiazi.

During Jiazi's trip, he left Jinglan Academy cleanly, but in the end, he returned here full of karma, and the three souls and seven spirits were directly cut off one soul and three spirits, and he ended up with a miserable appearance of no one or a ghost.

He has lost his way of growth, cut off his wealth, lost Qionglou Yuyu, lost his beauty, and even the souls of ordinary people are no longer complete, and it seems that he has nothing now, but for some reason, the peace that Mr. said before seems to be quietly returning.

With the complete annihilation of one soul and three spirits, the city lord of Baishui City, Lan Ning, completely dissipated into the world, and now he has changed back into an ordinary student of Jinglan Academy in Fulong Mountain, whose scientific name is An Ning.

Meng Juntong came to find Yan Fengyi, and Yan Hong said goodbye.

Yan Fengyi had already talked to her before, saying that he would let Yan Hong choose to stay, and the plan of the little sisters would no longer have to be implemented, and he would design a thoughtful ending.

Therefore, Meng Juntong doesn't have to worry about this, at most, Xue Ding, whether he will be willing to take Yan Hong on the road together.

However, what Xue Ding wants, it doesn't seem to matter much to Yan Hong, this county lord has not done his own thing since he was a child.

Previously promised that Xiang Ming would go to Chudu, mainly because he wanted the adult behind him to tell him about Zhao Tianxing.

Now that Zhao Tianxing has appeared in front of his eyes, and he also has three chapters of the law with him, in fact, whether to go to Chudu or not, Meng Juntong can completely choose by himself.

But she finally decided to go with Xiang Ming, no matter what, in the battle of Baishui City, Xiang Ming and the boxing saint An Jie did their best, and even Xiang Ming was seriously injured in order to save himself, whether it was out of morality or out of his heart, Meng Juntong thought that it was necessary for him to take this trip.

"So, when are you going to leave?" Yan Hong was very reluctant to Meng Juntong, but she also knew that Meng Juntong had something to do, and she couldn't stop it.

"Xiang Ming is now being taken to the pharmacy by An Jie's predecessor to heal his injuries, and he is estimated to be able to leave tomorrow. Meng Juntong said.

"Then do you still want to go and say hello to Brother Xue?"

Meng Juntong thought for a while and shook his head and said, "If I go and tell Brother Xue, he will definitely walk with me, and he should also do what he wants to do." ”

Since helping Xue Ding fuse Xue Ying's soul, Xue Ding has regarded Meng Juntong as the benefactor of his brother and sister.

Although he didn't say it, Meng Juntong knew that Xue Ding cared about this very much.

So wherever he goes, Schröding will follow, and he intends to repay the favor in this way.

But Meng Juntong didn't want to do this, in her opinion, whether it was Xue Ding or Xue Ying, they were their friends, not servants, let alone vassal thugs, they should do what they wanted to do.

Meng Juntong took out two letters from her arms and handed them to Yan Hong's hands: "One of these two letters is for you," she said softly, lowering her voice and leaning into Yan Hong's ear and said, "If Brother Xue refuses to take you away, you can read this letter." ”

Yan Hong nodded, with a look of gratitude in her eyes, which was what she was most worried about at the moment.

"There is another letter for Brother Xue, and when he recovers from his injury, you will pass it on to him for me. ”

Yan Hong carefully put away the two letters, nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave this matter to me." ”