Before the empress becomes black, adopt her as a villain

Li Luobing reacted for half a second, and then stood up abruptly.

"What do you say? Jiang Shinobu?!

"Yes, that's what it says." The servant outside the door said.

Li Luobing's expression was suddenly surprised beyond belief, mixed with a trace of excitement and joy!

She walked quickly to the door, opened it, and took the letter from a servant dressed in black.

Open the envelope and pull out the stationery, which is densely packed with handwriting.

"It is indeed Ah Ren's handwriting..." Li Luobing glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed sent by Jiang Ren, and then read it.

Where the hell did this kid run?!

However, after reading the entire letter, Li Luobing was a little disappointed.

Jiang Ren didn't mention where he was now, the whole article was a running account-like narrative, as well as a greeting to Li Luobing.

In his letter, he said that he was now in a small sect of the Shangyun Dynasty, because there were exercises suitable for him, and he was quite respected here.

In addition, there was no meaningful information, only saying that he hoped that Li Luobing would write back to him.

In fact, Jiang Ren didn't want Li Luobing to come to save him, but he was now in Ning Wuxie's hands, and any communication with the outside world would have to pass through him. Jiang Ren did not dare to arouse suspicion with the first letter.

Therefore, he wrote this letter completely according to Ning Wuxie's instructions, not daring to reveal his true situation.

The Shang Yun Dynasty is so big, even if Li Luobing has the ability to reach the sky, how can he find Jiang Ren?

But fortunately, Jiang Ren said that the address to send him the letter was Liuyun Prefecture of the Shangyun Dynasty.

"Liuyun Prefecture... Isn't that right next door to Cangyun State. "

The matter of the Heart Devouring God Sect before, Ah Ren will be fine!" It's too dangerous.

Li Luobing couldn't help but worry, quickly picked up a pen and laid out the paper, and began to reply to Jiang Ren.

......

On Gentleman's Mountain.

As early as half a month ago, when Ning Wuxian went to Liuyunzhou to help Jiang Ren deliver a letter to Li Luobing, he instructed the postman there to remember to help him deliver it to Junzi Mountain if he received a letter from someone named Jiang Ren.

And today, the postman is here.

Ning Wuxian gave him some spirit stones, and the postman left thankfully.

Ning Wuxian picked up the black envelope decorated with dark gold and felt the breath in it.

Sure enough, with the Divine Soul Seal, Li Luobing was still more careful in this regard.

But Ning Wuxian was not worried, he sealed the letter and came to the Confucian scripture cabinet.

The first floor is a place for disciples to copy and read borrowed books, and the second floor is a treasure trove that cannot be accessed except for elders.

Hearing Meng Cangran say before, what Elder Sun Yan shouted to give to Ning Wuxian was the key to the treasure house above the second layer.

But Ning Wuxie's purpose at the moment is on the first floor, that tracing pen that can forge other people's letters!

At this time, there were many disciples working on the first floor, and Ning Wuxian looked around and walked towards a middle-aged man sitting behind the counter with Erlang's legs closed and nurturing.

"Dare to ask the elder, where is the tracing pen, I want to borrow it."

Ning Wuxian walked closer, leaned down slightly and asked.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Ning Wuxian with his narrow eyes. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, and he sat up slightly straight.

"Are you the Twelve Young Sages? The young sage ordered to take out and take a look.

"Elder, I'm not a twelfth young sage yet." Ning Wuxian told the truth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he heard this, the middle-aged man immediately lay back on the rattan chair. I saw that his eyebrows were wrinkled, his face twitched, revealing an impatient look, and one side of his figure-eight beard was also upturned.

"Not the twelve young sages, and they have no right to use the tracing pen."

Ning Wuxian was stunned, knowing that he had encountered a stubborn donkey.

"Elder, can you be accommodating."

"I'm not a Twelve Young Sage now, but it's when it comes to the selection next year."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were still closed, and he let out a cold snort.

"Oh, not too old, not too young."

"When will a child who doesn't even have a full hair be able to become a Confucian twelfth young sage?"

"The tracing pen is not a toy, hurry up and open it, don't disturb Elder Ben's rest."

His body twisted on the rattan chair, as if he was looking for a comfortable position, and he never opened his eyes.

The corners of Ning Wuxie's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what expression to make, this person's shelf was too big.

Without even asking Ning Wuxie's name, he was sure that he was not the Twelve Young Sages.

Holding a little more power in the chicken feathers, it is not good, this attitude towards the people who do things.

Now it's just afternoon, and I asked him about something, but it seemed to disturb his rest.

Outrageous?

Ning Wuxie's face grew cold, stood up straight, and put away his friendly and humble attitude:

"Do you know who I am?"

"Haha, no matter who you are!" The middle-aged man said with a sneer.

But a moment later, his expression changed again, as if he heard something from Ning Wuxie's tone.

What this young man said just now seemed to have some confidence.

Thinking of this, he was a little scared again, he put away his playful expression and opened one eye:

"Let's talk about it, what's your name?"

Ning Wuxian was just about to speak, but suddenly heard a voice full of breath, which exploded violently from behind!

"His name is Ning Wuxie!"

"This seven-year Confucian quasi-twelve young sage, or I will guarantee the next twelve sages!"

"It is the biggest hero in the battle to encircle and suppress the Heart Devouring God Sect, and it is the young genius who defeated Li Luobing of the Human Sect!"

"Wang Fulin, do you know now!!"

This last sentence was really like the roar of the Lion in Hedong, the roar of the tiger, and the sound boom like thunder, which attracted the attention of the entire people working on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

Ning Wuxian looked back and saw that it was the chief elder of the Zhengge Hall, Sun Yan!

I don't know when it came!

The elder who was called Wang Fulin jumped up from the rattan chair with a loud sound, and his expression was no longer the relaxed banter he had just now!

"Elder Sun, Elder Sun, so it is, I will do it for him."

His voice trembled, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

However, Sun Yan's expression was still like frost, and he stared at Wang Fulin with a deep brow

: "Slowly, I want to ask you, what time is it?"

Wang Fulin's figure trembled and said, "Now... Now it is, not yet.

"Since it's a young time, why are you lying on a rattan chair resting, so dashing?"

"The Hall of Service assigns you to take care of the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, because you are old, and your cultivation and academic achievements have not been saved, so that you can have a job and receive more salaries!"

"But you, but here you close your eyes and raise your mind, making it difficult for disciples, do you really think you are an elder?!"

Sun Yan shouted sharply, not paying any attention to the crowd of onlookers. In front of everyone's eyes, Wang Fulin actually lowered his head, and did not dare to take a mouthful.

It's really one thing down one thing... Ning Wuxian thought.

"Elder Sun, the junior knows the mistake..." The

words did not fall, and I saw Elder Sun Yan wave out a palm, and a red true qi flew straight towards the rattan chair where Wang Fulin was lying just now, instantly bursting it!

Countless wood splashed, and Wang Fulin quickly jumped away, his face turned white with fright.

"Go to the Hall of Service! Confess your mistakes and accept punishment! "

Yes, yes..." Wang Fulin nodded and bowed, and quickly slipped out of the main entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.