Da Bong fights more people

ps: There is another chapter before twelve o'clock.

Chapter 68 Two Conversations

"National teacher, national teacher?"

The veiled woman yelled a few times, and found that Luo Yuheng's face was dull and his eyes were loose, like a jade beauty. Beauty is beautiful, but there is no agility.

The veiled woman reached out to push, but was blocked by a wall of air.

In the outer city, a small courtyard.

A gloomy light that ordinary people can't capture descends and falls in the courtyard, turning into a beautiful woman in a black Taoist robe and a lotus crown on her head.

She has almond eyes and peach cheeks, beautiful facial features, black and beautiful hair, and the loose Taoist robe can't hide the proud and straight chest.

Luo Yuheng pushed the door open and entered, and saw an old man with gray hair lying on the bed with a peaceful face.

She concentratingly sensed it, and stretched out her plain hand from the loose Taoist robe, and grabbed it suddenly.

After a few breaths, a slightly illusory figure returned from a distance, was caught in the palm of her hand, and with a wave of her sleeve, it shot into the old Taoist body.

Daoist Jin Lian opened his eyes, sat up cross-legged, and said helplessly, "I'm already on my way back."

Saying that, Priest Jin Lian looked at Luo Yuheng's tall and convex figure, and said: "Junior Sister even Yangshen is out of her body, so urgent, what's the matter?"

Luo Yuheng didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly: "Have you watched the fight today?"

Priest Jinlian nodded.

"The Confucian carving knife appeared."

Priest Jinlian hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Let me ask you, who exactly is Xu Qi'an." Luo Yuheng took a step forward, his eyes shining brightly.

"An ordinary person." Daoist Jin Lian hesitated in his answer.

"Can an ordinary person use a Confucian carving knife?" Luo Yuheng sneered.

Daoist Jinlian frowned and remained silent.

After a long time, he slowly said: "When I met him back then, I saw that he was a man of great fortune, so I gave him fragments of the book from the ground, and used his fortune to avoid Zilian's pursuit.

"Afterwards, I investigated his identity, and found it a little strange. Whether it was Li Miaozhen, Chu Yuanzhen or others, when I gave them the fragments of the Book of Earth, they had almost already gained momentum.

"Only Xu Qi'an is in the refinement realm, and his family background is even more mediocre, so where is the blessing? Heh, the blessing is either doing good deeds, or being blessed by his ancestors. He doesn't take both.

Luo Yuheng listened patiently without interrupting.

"Later, something happened that made me realize that his situation was wrong. Once, this kid exposed himself in the fragments of the book from the ground, saying that he picked up money every day, and wanted to know the reason."

Hearing this, Luo Yuheng couldn't help it: "This is not a blessing."

Daoist Jin Lian stared at her with deep and bright eyes, and said word by word: "This is luck, the luck of the heavens."

Despite some guesses, Luo Yuheng's pupils shrank suddenly after being confirmed by Daoist Jinlian.

Xu Qi'an woke up faintly, with pain all over his body, especially in his neck, and a burning pain came out.

He turned his eyes and glanced at the surrounding scene. The white bed curtain, the brocade quilt embroidered with lotus leaves, and the simple but elegant furnishings sat an old man in a Confucian shirt at the round table in the outer hall.

The gray hair of the old man in the Confucian shirt hangs down in a mess, the Confucian shirt is loose, the gray beard has not been trimmed for a long time, and the whole person exudes a "mourning" atmosphere.

Who is this cynic?Doubt flashed in Xu Qi'an's heart.

"You're awake," the cynical old man got up and said with a smile, "I'm Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy."

The dean of Yunlu Academy resigned from the past and said that the dean of the academy is the Confucian third-rank Li Mingjing!Xu Qi'an straightened up immediately, cupped his hands and said:

"It turned out to be the dean. The dean has an extraordinary temperament, elegant and restrained. He is really a respected elder."

After a pause, he said, "Why is the dean in my room?"

Dean Zhao Shou didn't answer, his eyes fell on his right hand, and Xu Qi'an realized that he was holding the carving knife all the time.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then had a guess: Is this carving knife from Yunlu Academy?That's right, apart from Yunlu Academy, what other system can contain Haoran's righteousness.

"This carving knife is the treasure of my academy. You hold it in your hand all the time. No one can take it away. I can only wait here for you to wake up and ask you something by the way."

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he glanced at the ancient carving knife again, his eyes seemed to say: Still holding it?The younger generation is not sensible at all.

Xu Qi'an offered it with both hands.

Zhao Shou didn't answer, but glanced at the table.

Xu Qi'an, who understood, threw the carving knife on the table with a bang.

Zhao Shou frowned, bowed quickly, and bowed to the carving knife three times, then took out a wooden box from his sleeve, and put the carving knife in it.

"Master Xu, do you know the origin of the carving knife?" Zhao Shou smiled.

Xu Qi'an's heart moved slightly, and he boldly guessed: "Yasheng's carving knife?"

Zhao Shou shook his head: "This is a sage's carving knife."

Is the saint's carving knife that saint? Is it a saint beyond grade? That, can the carving knife let me touch it for a while?

"Since the passing of Yasheng, this carving knife has been silent for more than 1000 years. Even if future generations can use it, they can't wake it up. I didn't expect it to come out of the box today to help Master Xu."

Zhao Shou looked at Xu Qi'an intently, and said in a deep voice, "I have to mention something to Mr. Xu face to face."

Xu Qi'an's heart sank, he had a premonition, got up from the bed, bowed and bowed: "Please give advice to the principal."

"impossible, impossible"

Luo Yuheng kept shaking his head, his two delicate and slender eyebrows furrowed tightly, and retorted:

"I have been in contact with him many times. If he has good luck, I can't not detect it. How could my Renzong not detect it?"

Daoist Jin Lian asked back: "What if the secret is blocked? Now you go to see Xu Qi'an again, and you won't notice anything unusual about him."

"You mean supervisor?" Luo Yuheng took a deep breath, and the frowning posture was also very beautiful. With the frown between the brows, the eyes were as sharp as a knife:

"Didn't you investigate Xu Qi'an, he is a small silver gong, and his ancestors have no known figures, how can he bear the burden of luck?"

"Sorry, I haven't figured this out." Daoist Jin Lian got up from the bed, walked to the table and sat down, poured two glasses of water, and signaled Luo Yuheng to take a seat.

The female national teacher ignored it.