As the voice came out, Meng Han only felt a sense of comfort all over his body, and the fatigue of the journey was suddenly swept away. Then Meng Han saw that there were eight big golden characters - do not do to others what you do not want, across the huge compass and the virtual shadow of the judge's pen, Dong Yuanzi and Cheng Xuanzi's 'technique' directly turned into nothingness. The two 'vessels' also flew back to their owners.

When the two of them saw this, they both looked at each other, they were afraid of something, and they each "snorted". Obviously, they are not convinced by the other party, if they are not interrupted, they have to fight it out. Although the two of them were like this, they looked at Meng Han's gaze, which was hot, and Meng Han shivered. Seeing that the two of them stopped, Qingniu suddenly felt bored, and closed his eyes on his stomach again.

Meng Han saw that Dong Yuanzi and Cheng Xuanzi both looked up at the heights, obviously waiting for something. Meng Han also looked up, this time there was no surprise in the sky, only a vague figure. But what surprised Meng Han even more was that there was nothing under the feet of this figure, so he walked down step by step.

When it was closer, Meng Han saw clearly, this was the old man wearing a Confucian scarf, Meng Han remembered that the book recorded that "Confucian scarf, the clothes of the ancients, the crown of the crown and the crown of Zhangfu", it was a person with extremely high morality in ancient times who was qualified to wear it. The Confucian scarf is made of black crepe for the surface and linen for the inside, and there is no extravagance at all.

The robes of ordinary scholars, but with a strangely shaped sword at their waist. The sword attracted Menghan's attention again, this sword was square all around, and it didn't seem to have the slightest lethality. But from above, there was a majestic righteousness, this majestic righteousness was different from cultivation, it was full of the aura of ancient sages, and there was no room for the slightest blasphemy.

At this moment when Menghan was distracted, the old man was already standing in front of the three of them. Unlike Dong Yuanzi and Cheng Xuanzi, the 'qi' of the golden mean, which of this old man's body, seems to convey the message of "do what you want, but do not exceed the rules". Meng Han looked at the old man, thought of his husband, and was in a trance again, "Mr. seems to feel this way, but not as serious as this old man." Meng Han said in his heart.

The old man looked at Meng Han's somewhat familiar face, and he didn't know what sad past he remembered, and his expression was complicated. Cheng Xuanzi and Dong Yuanzi looked respectful when they saw this old man, "Dean".

As soon as the two of them spoke, Meng Han was shocked, it turned out that this was the dean of one of the eight academies.

"Hmm" The dean came back to his senses and stopped looking at Meng Han. "You old guys are still fighting. Let the juniors see the joke?" the dean looked at Dong Yuanzi and Cheng Xuanzi seriously.

"Then we are exchanging some exercises and experiences, we can't do it behind closed doors, don't you say, Dong Yuan" Cheng Xuanzi kept winking at Dong Yuanzi.

"Oh, yes, the old man has encountered some problems in his cultivation recently, so he came to ask Cheng Xuan. Although he cultivates yin and yang, but the three thousand avenues, different paths to the same end, the old man is thinking, communicate with him to see if there is any inspiration" Dong Yuanzi touched his beard, and said that it was the way, as if this was the case, and whether the dean believed it or not was his own business.

As if he believed it, the dean nodded, "Well, as I usually say, communication is a good thing, but don't hurt the harmony." There are two years left before the exchange meeting between the eight academies, and the two of you should teach the students well when you go back, and strive to bring back some more golden clothes in two years."

"Well, that's the most important thing, we're not going to be sloppy. Dean, don't worry," Cheng Xuanzi also became serious.

Meng Han listened to what they said about the exchange meeting, which seemed to be very important. But they don't say it, it's not easy to ask themselves, and it probably doesn't matter to them, so they don't bother to think about it. At this time, Meng Han, who was thinking about the problem, found that the scene suddenly quieted down, and the three of them were looking at themselves, making themselves inexplicable.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" asked Meng Han weakly.

"Well, the little guy is good, not bad. No wonder these two old guys don't let each other go," the dean looked at Meng Han and smiled.

"Student Menghan, I've seen the dean" Menghan respectfully saluted the dean.

"Well, I don't know which 'technique' you want to learn, although my White Deer Cave Academy is not the strongest among the eight major academies, it is not much worse. Since you can walk through the broad road, it means that you have complete 'spiritual roots' of the five elements and are very talented. I will allow you to choose a school of your own among the hundred sons," the dean nodded and promised.

"The student came to study in accordance with Mr.'s wishes, this is his letter, Mr. said that you will know after reading it" Meng Han took out the letter from Mr. from his arms and raised his hands respectfully above his head.

The dean straightened his clothes, took the letter with both hands, and opened it to read. It didn't take long for the dean to read the letter, his face expressionless. It's just that his eyes are slightly red, and he looks at Meng Han's gaze, which softens even more. Meng Han saw it and was very curious about the content of this letter.

Meng Han saw that the dean didn't speak, but just quickly sealed his hands, and after a while, a small formation appeared. "You come with me," the dean said and walked towards the formation.

"Hmm" Menghan woke up the green cow who was sleeping on the side, followed the dean together, and walked into the formation. Dong Yuanzi and Cheng Xuanzi didn't react when they saw it, Menghan didn't see it, the letter had already arrived in Dong Yuanzi's hand.

It is said that Meng Han followed the dean into the formation, only to feel that his eyes were flowering, and he came to a strange place, looking around, there were dense bookshelves, and before Meng Han could react, he heard the dean say, "This is the place where the books are stored in my institute, I will give you a month to be here, and you will tell me your choice in a month" After speaking, he disappeared without waiting for Meng Han's answer, leaving only Qingniu and Meng Han here, staring at each other with big eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, after reading the letter, Dong Yuanzi did not speak, and his eyes were slightly red. just gave the letter to Cheng Xuanzi next to him, and Cheng Xuanzi was very strange about the gaffe of an old friend. So I read the letter with curiosity, but I didn't expect that after reading it, it was even more unbearable, and two old tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. The two glanced at each other, looked at the place where Meng Han disappeared, and their eyes softened, it turned out that he was her son

After a while, after sorting out his emotions, Cheng Xuanzi lit the letter. The letter slowly burned with the flames, a puff of green smoke rose, and with a wave of Judge Dong Yuanzi's pen, the green smoke condensed but did not disperse, turning into a beautiful handwriting, and finally mixed with the clouds. If one looks closely, they will see a text in the clouds:

The cold night wind swept across the fingertips, and the ink fell into a wisp of sadness, dripping in my heart and turning into rouge tears. With a ray of moonlight thoughts, tonight for the king alone haggard, twist a piece of falling flowers, a touch of moonlight, close your eyes and think, you are beside me. I would like to leave behind the dust and foolishness and weave an affectionate dream for you. A dusty edge, the dream is broken into nothing. In this life, I am just a passerby, just a bystander in the landscape. This is the end of the world, please don't think, don't think