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The ink dripped from the tip of the brush, penetrated into the rice paper, and dyed an ink dot.

Li Ang was holding the brush, but he didn't put it down. After a long time, he sighed and put the brush back on the shelf.

After studying in the academy for so many years, his calligraphy still hasn't improved much. Even with the help of ink silk, the handwriting he writes is more than neat and lacks charm.

Let's keep this half of the post and read it for yourself.

tuk tuk -

There was a short knock on the door outside the courtyard, Li Ang put the copybook aside, got up and went to the courtyard to open the door, and saw Cheng Juxiu with a stubble.

The teacher has been bailed out by me, and I just sent him home.

The two walked back to the courtyard, holding up their thoughts to shield them from the drizzle, and as soon as they sat down, Cheng Juxiu said: It seems that I have not suffered any crimes, and I dare not do anything if I want to come to Zhenfusi.

Junqianzi detonated hundreds of miles of dams on the Yellow River, causing huge floods, and his crimes are too numerous to write down. His appearance also caused the reappearance of Shen Ruo many years ago. As the person who directly let him go, Pu Liuxuan was once again invited by the Zhenfu Department for investigation.

Li Ang made tea and said sincerely, Brother, you have worked hard.

What's the hard work,

Cheng Juxiu shook his head and said with a smile: It's you, you haven't been chilled by those people these days, have you?

good.

Li Ang could only smile wryly.

At that time, in Xingzhou city, all bureaucrats, big and small, and soldiers of the Zhenfu Division were assassinated and wiped out by Ya Jiu at the same time. Only Li Ang, who decided to go to Xingzhou temporarily, became an unplanned factor.

It was he who sent the news back to Chang'an, Luoyang, and called for support. However, this did not affect Yu Guo's internal affairs, and there were doubts about him.

Why is it such a coincidence that Li Ang appeared in Xingzhou when Zhao Ming started to attack.

Why was Li Ang able to come and go freely with so many cultivators Candle Xiao at the scene, without even being seriously injured?

Why, according to the reports of a few witnesses, did Li Ang release some kind of secret technique in the city, summoning a puppet suspected to be Lu Fengxian? The Academy shouldn't have taught it, right?

All kinds of doubts are superimposed, if it were someone else, he would have been imprisoned in the academy or the dungeon of the Zhenfu Division long ago.

That is to say, Shan Changlin did not express any strangeness when he left Tao'an Village, and Li Ang's status was special, so he was not imprisoned because of Tantai Leshan and others as guarantees.

Still, the necessary surveillance is there. At this very moment, there were unidentified monks hiding in Jinchengfang, silently monitoring Li Ang's home. It is not clear whether it is the Zhen Fusi or the people from the palace.

The two brothers drank tea for a while, and Cheng Juxiu asked, Will you go to the Shanchang's funeral tomorrow?

Li Ang paused for a long time, then slowly shook his head and said, I won't go.

Like the head of the mountain, he only believes in himself, does not believe in the death of gods and Buddhas, and believes that everything is empty after death. What's more, tomorrow, there will definitely be people that Li Ang doesn't want to see and finds disgusting.

.It's fine not to go. Let's go.

Cheng Juxiu drank the tea, got up and went out.

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In the morning, Taimiao.

The rain that had been longing for the world for many days finally stopped. Emperor Yu, dressed in plain mourning clothes, stepped down the steps, and together with Shen Tuyu, Chen Danqiu, and Su Feng, each with a corner, lifted the coffin of the head of the mountain.

The coffin, traditionally made of sombre wood, is light and contains no skeletal remains, only a suit of clothing and a sword.

But at the same time, it was very heavy, as heavy as a thousand weights, making the four of them silent.

The coffin was sent out of the Ancestral Temple, carefully placed on the carriage, and driven by the carriage, it drove to Suzaku Avenue.

Disciples of the academy and officials and scholars from the academy followed behind in mourning.

People who spontaneously came to see the mountain chief for the last journey crowded both sides of the street, holding white flowers, bowing their heads in remembrance when the carriage passed by. The entire Chang'an empty alleyway.

The soldiers of the Zhenfu Division with solemn faces were either maintaining order on the street, or standing on tall buildings looking down, alert to possible threats.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

The funeral procession passed through Zhuque Street, drove out of the city gate from the west side, headed for Xiashan Mountain, and finally stopped in a cemetery at the foot of Xiashan Mountain.

Wei Zaiqian has been working for seven years, and his age is Bingwu.

Following the ancient rituals, offering wine, Emperor Yu recited the eulogy in turn, when the coffin sank into the ground and the tomb was covered with the last bit of soil, Lian Xuanxiao's life was over.

The people were the first to disperse, followed by the disciples of the academy and other academies. Emperor Yu stood in front of the grave and thought about it for a long time, and then he suppressed his sad expression and returned to Chang'an with his officials.

Only the last five remain in the cemetery. Chen Danqiu, Tantai Leshan, Xue Che, Xi Yangyu, Cui Yixian.

From now on, the Academy will depend on you.

Chen Danqiu raised his head slowly. The cemetery where the crowd had dispersed was very deserted, with tombstones standing silently, silently telling the history of the academy.

Brother.

Tantai Leshan's eyes were complicated, even though he was mentally prepared, he still didn't know what to say at this time.

Do your job well and don't let the teacher down.

Chen Danqiu smiled, took off his mourning clothes, and gently put them in Tantai Leshan's hands, Let's go.

He had just been the head of the mountain for less than ten days, turned around gracefully, and walked towards the depths of Xiashan Mountain with great strides.

In the deep mountains surrounded by clouds and mist, a magnificent nameless temple opened its gate silently, as if a giant beast opened its eerie mouth to welcome Chen Danqiu's arrival.

Close the dead gate and break through Linyuan. Only in this way can he have the strength to protect the academy and the Yu country.

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Cui Yixian, the master of swordsmanship, walked silently along the secret path of Chuiyun Lake.

This is his little habit. Whenever he feels restless or confused about swordsmanship, he will come here for a walk—there are many flying insects on this path, so he seldom meets those school palaces who are quietly falling in love student.

Lian Xuanxiao passed away suddenly, and Chen Danqiu entered the gate of death without caring about the world. In just ten days, the world changed suddenly.

The sword in his hand is not sharp enough.

Cui Siye?

The voice of calling came from not far away, and a senior male student wearing a school uniform with a white cloth hanging on his sleeve trotted over.

Xu Ru?

Cui Yixian frowned, the person who came was also surnamed Cui, also belonged to the Qinghe Cui family, and was his distant nephew in seniority.

However, Cui Yixian is free and easy, he prefers simple and plain swordsmanship to the family that pays attention to red tape, and the connection with Cui family is not close, and he will never show favoritism to the younger generation of the family who come to the school to study, just know each other.

Uncle Clan.

Cui Xuru stood still, changed his address, and said with a smile: You haven't been back to Qinghe for several years, Grandpa wants to see you.

I met you at the funeral, so I don't need to see you again.

Cui Yixian remained expressionless, passed his nephew far away, and walked straight forward.

Cui Xuru's great-grandfather, also the patriarch of the Qinghe Cui family, had an old relationship with the head of the mountain in the early years, so he also appeared at the funeral just now - sitting with representatives of the five surnames and Qiwang.

Cui Xuru turned around to look at Cui Yixian's back, and said in a low voice, Your uncle is here too.

.

Cui Yixian stopped in his tracks. He lost his father since childhood and was brought up by his uncle. He has always been very grateful. When he became an adult, he married also his uncle's daughter.

I'll lead the way.

Cui Xuru suppressed the smile on his face, trotted ahead to lead the way, left the academy, and boarded the carriage.

The carriage drove into the city of Chang'an and stopped at the backyard of a restaurant. Cui Yixian went up to the pavilion and was ushered into a box by the waiter.

The wing room was already full of members of the Cui family, and his uncle huddled awkwardly in the corner of the round table. When he saw him, he couldn't help showing an apologetic expression.

Yat Sin,

On the first seat of the round table, the gray-haired and energetic patriarch of the Cui clan stroked his gray beard and said leisurely: This is the position of the chief of the mountain, you should sit here.