In the territory of the Jingli Dynasty, Wutong Academy,

The mountain master of the academy, who looked gray, walked with Qin Xiang on a bluestone road outside the academy.

Neither of them held an umbrella in their hands, allowing the rain to hit their bodies like cotton threads, and the wisps of breeze came next to them.

As he walked, the young scholar glanced up at the gray sky where it was still drizzling, and his mind gradually drifted away.

"But what's the concern?"

At this moment, the old man's laughter sounded in his ears, and the young scholar nodded, and then said softly, "It's just some trivial things." ”

Hearing this, the old man nodded, stopped speaking, and glanced at the Wuwu hanging on both sides......

The first volume of "The True Trace of the Sword Immortal", Chapter 113 of the Ox-eating Spirit, the Tao is the way, the Tao is not the way. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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