After the disciple recruitment ended, the entire sect of Penglai began to be busy again from top to bottom.

Except for a little place in the north, it is snowing in the rest of the continent, and this year's snow situation seems to be a little different.

Shen Cangqiong stood in front of Yongde Palace and looked at the snowfall in the sky, although the snow in the south was a little heavier this year, but fortunately, the victims were rescued in time, so there were a lot less grievances this year.

These days, as long as there is a court meeting, there will inevitably be a few people who will stand up and say what the disaster is going to be in the south.

Then they were singing the praises of the other trip to the disaster relief, and these voices were very weak before they took back the other trip, but when they returned to Manjing, all of a sudden there were more such voices.

Every time there is a court meeting, there will be a group of people arguing there, and whenever those people are noisy, Shen Cangqiong doesn't seem to see it.

Perhaps these people have forgotten how they got into this position in the first place.

Whether you are a practitioner or a mortal, you don't have a good memory, and it's easy to forget something.

"Your Majesty. ”

Chief Manager Qin walked to Shen Cangqiong's side with a thin layer of snow on his head and shoulders.

"Done?" Shen Cangqiong didn't look back, his eyes were looking at a certain place, that place was the school palace of Taiyi Academy.

"It's arranged. ”

Manager Qin took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Shen Cangqiong.

After opening the paper and looking at it, Shen Cangqiong set fire to the paper in his hand expressionlessly.

Since Yan Feng was carried back from the Northern Regions, Pang An has stepped up to the top of the Academy.

What exactly is there, Shen Cangqiong doesn't know, but he has always heard that Pang An took something from a certain immortal ruin and put it in the school palace.

Thinking about the reason why Yan Feng was carried back, Shen Cangqiong suddenly smiled.

brought so many people over, but he couldn't beat a Taoist boy, and when he returned to Taiyi Academy, the whole person seemed to be crazy.

I have been reading the sage book for so many years, but this time he made such a big joke, even if he is not crazy, he has to pretend to be crazy.

Although Shen Cangqiong has been dealing with other trips over the years, he also knows what those scholars are doing in private.

Everyone thinks they represent righteousness, but what is righteousness in reality?

A cold bird landed on the eaves of Yongde Palace, Shen Cangqiong glanced at the cold bird, and then walked into Yongde Palace.

As soon as Shen Cangqiong entered the Yongde Palace, the cold bird flew out of Manjing at an extremely fast speed.

。。。

Sang Huaqing only appeared in the Tianzun Hall on the day of the precepts, and since then the whole person has not known where to go.

Tang Tianci had no choice but to practice with Sima Zhongru, although Sima Zhongru's realm was not high, but his ability to teach people was not bad.

Originally, Tang Tianci, who had just come into contact with cultivation, actually vaguely touched the threshold of Zhaoyuan under the teaching of Sima Zhongru.

When those new disciples such as Tang Tianci thought that they had successfully entered the building they had chosen and were happy, it didn't take long for them to know what the first grade meant that day.

The regular classes of ordinary disciples are not long, but those disciples who have recorded the names of the first class are three times as long as ordinary disciples every day.

For new disciples, it is enough to run the aura of a small week or a large week, because if there are too many, it really can't be run, but for them, it needs to be run three times.

It's like a normal person walking up the stairs with a 40-pound stone, the first time he walks, it's very easy, but what about the second time?

There is a limit to what people can endure, and practitioners are no exception.

Those disciples who had been read to the first rank were taught by Sima Zhongru for a week, and they couldn't stand it anymore.

All the disciples went back to their buildings to complain to the landlord or the elders, but the reply they got was only two words, insistence.

This reply directly knocked them back to reality, and they only now understood what it meant that those senior brothers and sisters looked at themselves pitifully that day.

Every time the rest of the Penglai disciples have a regular class, as long as they see Sima Zhongru, they hide far away, as for watching the excitement?

There are already a few people who have followed those junior brothers and sisters to attend Zhongru's regular class, and they are even more miserable, and they seem to be useless when they return to their residences every day.

On the Langhuan Pavilion, Sang Wenjing was sitting quietly on the long table on the eighth floor, flipping through the bamboo slips she had taken out.

Among these historical classics compiled by the official historian Bai Liyo, there is nothing recorded about the Cloud Dream Realm at all.

So Sang Wenjing had to look for some older scrolls and bamboo slips, but after looking for a long time, there was still no eyebrows.

Gently closing the bamboo slip, Sang Wenjing closed her eyes and stabilized her mind.

"Still no, and I don't know where Grandpa Si went. ”

After flipping her wrist and sending the bamboo slip in front of her back to its original position, Sang Wenjing stood up and muttered to herself.

Sikong Xing has been missing for many days, and it seems that he himself is not on the island, as if he is out.

But the rest of the elders in Lang Huan Pavilion didn't know where he went, so he left without explaining anything.

Walking outside Langhuan Pavilion, Sang Wenjing looked up and saw that there were nine floors above the eighth floor, and it was too slow to rummage through the scrolls.

Sang Wenjing also thought about asking Granny Shi or Sang Huaqing, but after thinking about it, Sang Wenjing dispelled this idea.

There were so many things she had to ask that maybe they wouldn't tell themselves.

After sighing, Sang Wenjing turned around and left Langhuan Pavilion and walked towards the Red Leaf Building.

Just when Sang Wenjing left Langhuan Pavilion, Sang Biluo stood on the railing on the eighth floor and looked at the departing girl.

Many people don't know where Sang Huaqing went, but if Sang Wenjing returned to the Peerless Cave, she would definitely be able to see Sang Huaqing standing outside the Peerless Cave.

Sang Huaqing didn't walk in, he had been standing quietly outside the cave for some days.

Listening to the constant sound of dripping water in the Peerless Cave, Sang Huaqing raised his feet and walked towards the cave.

After entering the cave, Sang Huaqing came to the edge of the pool.

I don't know where I heard a crisp flute, and the scene in the cave suddenly changed.

Overhead is a clear blue sky, and soft grass is tread underfoot.

An extremely fragrant smell came into Sang Huaqing's nose, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in a white shirt trying to fan the fire of a teapot, and the young man's head was constantly sweating, and the white shirt had long been soaked with sweat.

Opposite the young man sat an old man, if Sang Wenjing was present at this time, she would definitely be able to recognize this old man who was standing under the stars that day.

After a while, the tea in the teapot finally came out of the soup, the old man took out two bowls very particularly, the young man picked up the teapot and poured back and forth on the two bowls, and when the two teas were about seven minutes, the young man put down the teapot in his hand.

Pick up the steaming bowl in front of you,

"Have a drink?"

The old man turned his head to look at Sang Huaqing and asked.

Sang Huaqing smiled and nodded at the old man, and then he sat opposite the old man, that is, the young man's seat.

At this time, some changes suddenly appeared on Sang Huaqing's body, the old man who was still full of white hair turned into a young man, and the plain robe he was wearing also became a white caftan on his body.

"Farewell?"

The old man picked up the bowl and slowly tasted the tea.

Sang Huaqing nodded with the bowl.

"Let's go. ”

The old man said without raising his head, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

"I've seen that girl. ”

The old man put the bowl on the coffee table in front of him and looked at Sang Huaqing.

Sang Huaqing also followed the old man's movements and put the bowl in his hand on the coffee table.

"The talent is good, but unfortunately it's still a little worse. ”

"It can't always be perfect. ”

"That's right. ”

After the two finished talking, neither of them was the first to speak, and it was quiet here.

The old man looked at Sang Huaqing in front of him and didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

"Let's go. ”

The old man finally spoke.

Sang Huaqing stood up and saluted the old man,

The old man looked down at the two teas on the table as if he didn't see it, the heat on them had dissipated, and the old man found a hint of coolness after picking up the bowl. But he didn't care, he drank the tea in his hand and put it on the coffee table.

The posture was not at all elegant, and it did not look like a tea drinker at all.

Looking at Sang Huaqing's body as he walked farther and farther away, the old man muttered to himself: "The last cup of tea is my respect for you." ”

Then the old man picked up the bamboo flute on the coffee table and put it to his mouth, and a long flute sound spread throughout the whole world, if the person who is proficient in music and rhythm is kept here, he will say the name of this song as soon as possible, Guan Shanyue!

Everything around me was the same again, the cave, the pool, and the two futons.

It's just that there is an extra coffee table between the two futons, on which is placed a teapot, a kettle and a pair of bowls, and on the edge of the coffee table lies an extremely clean bamboo flute.

Sang Huaqing walked to the side of the coffee table, and there was still some tea in the bowl, but it was already cold at this time.

After walking out of the cave, Sang Huaqing did not leave, he picked up some firewood nearby, and then he brought the firewood back to the cave.

Prepare the tea set, grab another three grams of tea leaves, then boil water, then wash the tea, then boil the tea, and finally make the soup.

The old man didn't use any aura in this process, he was doing it like a mortal.

When the bowl was filled with seven points of new tea, there was a hint of joy between the old man's eyebrows.

After doing all this, Sang Huaqing turned around and walked towards the outside of the cave, and before he had taken a few steps, there was a melodious flute sound behind him.

Sang Huaqing turned around and walked to the coffee table again, and then he bent down and picked up the bamboo flute on the coffee table.

"I almost forgot about you. ”

The bamboo flute in his hand seemed to be very happy, although no one played it, but there was still a melodious flute sound from the bamboo flute.

This time it's not Guan Shanyue, it's another song, a drunkard.