I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

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Jixia Academy, a study room.

Zhuo Yuan, the left governor of Taitai, looked at the painting hanging on the opposite wall with a blank expression, and it was stained with frost patterns in an instant, and even his self-portrait on it was frozen into a strange posture.

Then, he breathed at a distance of more than ten feet, like a hammer hitting hard, blowing the whole painting into thousands of pieces.

It is just soft rice paper, even if it is mounted, it does not increase much hardness, but after freezing, it is as hard and sharp as a pair of steel knives. It was the painter Zhuo Yuan himself—he was cut into pieces.

It was very complicated, but even if all this happened in front of Zhuo Yuan, he couldn't react.

Outside the study room, when the student trembled and opened the door because of the huge movement, what he saw was the most severe lecturer in the academy, with a hideous wound, and even two deep scars on his cheek, exposing the bones—— Such a terrifying appearance.

"Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Zhuo, you, you..."

The student in the snow-white shirt stood at the door, as if standing by the edge of a pond, and shouted cautiously, but was immediately silenced by Zhuo Yuan's glance.

Zhuo Yuan waved his hand, blood dripped down on the ground.

This definitely requires a doctor to come to diagnose and treat, but the students dare not ask how the lecturer suffered such a serious injury in the Jixia Academy.Zhuo Yuan didn't mention it, and he didn't dare to find a doctor himself, so he closed the door quietly and obediently, and left.

So Zhuo Yuan was left alone in the study.

No matter whether he was in Datai or Jixia Academy, the man who was in power and could do whatever he wanted, he let out a forceful tsk.

It was Li Chaoshuang who saw him first.

But immediately after casting a spell, it was Li Chaolu who called.

He realized that someone had discovered him, and he panicked for a moment, but if he wanted to talk about Xinjian, he was not afraid of that.

The left governor of Datai walking on the wilderness is just a picture.

Being able to trick Wuhuijian into making a sword, on the contrary, Zhuo Yuan made a profit.

But it was Da Siming who called, and her death curse not only destroyed Huaying, but also passed it back to Jixia Academy, hurting his body.

This is still not enough to dispel Da Si Ming's death curse. On the wall of this study, there are seven or eight self-portraits of him walking outside, and now all of them are covered with blood and frost.

Before these portraits also exploded, Zhuo Yuan picked up an ink-soaked wolf hair on the mahogany desk, threw countless ink dots on the picture, and destroyed all the portraits himself first.

In this way, it is possible to prevent Da Si Ming from tracking Huaying walking on the mainland one by one. As for what people around Huaying will think when they see a big "living person" disappearing out of thin air, Zhuo Yuan has no flaws to take into account at this moment.

The study was in a mess, and his blood was still bleeding, and the wound couldn't heal until the spell power was exhausted.

Zhuo Yuan recalled what happened just now, clicked his tongue again, and said in a low voice, "I couldn't kill even one of Jiuge, it's really troublesome."

It was clearly going very smoothly, so how could there be a pair of embroidered scrolls containing awe-inspiring spirit at Donghuang Taiyi's place?

Before this doubt arose, Zhuo Yuan remembered that there was indeed such an embroidered scroll at the place of the Grand Marshal Wan Wan Bing Ma.

Marshal Wanwan Bingma said that the embroidered scroll was a magic tool that he accidentally created when he was accepting a sacrifice.It has the ability to absorb people and things, and it is very broad. It has not found the limit so far, so it is difficult to break through.

Because he intends to use this embroidered scroll to trap Young Master Chaoshuang, before leaving for the last time, Marshal Wanwan reported his past history to Zhuo Yuan.

With this preconceived notion, even Zhuo Yuan can hardly guess that the embroidered scroll that is said to be a magic tool is actually a "book" made with awe-inspiring energy.

"Isn't it a coincidence?" Zhuo Yuan pondered, "But it seems that something is missing..."

He raised his hand, and in this study room that could be called a library, countless papers with densely packed small characters trembled.

When Zhuo Yuan spread his hands evenly, a few pieces of paper flying from all over the study room fell steadily into his palm.

He picked up the paper and looked at it, narrowed his eyes and muttered:

"Is that so, Gu Changjing? It's a pity that Mr. Mei's student died like this."

But to die is to die, Zhuo Yuan summoned more paper books that recorded the personal information of Gu Tu and Gu Changjing, held them in his arms, and walked out.

With injuries all over his body, he appeared in front of the students outside the study regardless of the blood on his body was staining the writing on the paper books.

The small voice of discussion disappeared the moment the door was pushed open.The students in snow-white or pear-yellow shirts stared at him dumbfounded, watching him leave dark red footprints along the corridor.

The building of Jixia Academy is not majestic on the surface.

It's not like the lightness of Jiange, nor the extraordinaryness of Three Islands and Ten Continents.

The courtyards here are square and heavy to resist the non-stop north wind, so they look ordinary.

You have to go through the corridor and go down the stairs to get a glimpse of the true appearance of Jixia Academy——

——After falling for dozens of miles, the bottomless pit remained.

One of the circular stairs along the rock wall of the deep pit goes down to more than ten miles. In terms of engineering, it is not much worse than the Shu Road.Not to mention, as long as it is within reach, the students of Jixia Academy are painted with murals and engraved with poems and songs.

They also opened up floors along the stairs. After thousands of years, this place has become a large library with nearly a thousand floors, accumulating all the records of the people who left home after they first came to the wilderness.

It was too slow to walk step by step, Zhuo Yuan walked towards a wheel ladder.

The students in the wheel ladder are a little older than the students on the ground.They first turned their heads to look at it because of the strong smell of blood, and after realizing that it was Zhuo Yuan, they turned their heads in unison as if they didn't notice any abnormality, and then left the mechanism wheel ladder one by one.

When Zhuo Yuan walked into the wheel ladder, there was no one inside.

With a click, the machine wheel ladder closed the fence and slid down.

It takes a long time to go up and down for more than ten miles.When the wheel ladder stopped at the bottom with another click, the wounds on Zhuo Yuan's body were no longer bleeding.

But still no signs of healing.

The ladder is at the end, but the pit is not at the end. Jixia Academy built a huge platform here.The head of Jixia Academy, Ji Tianyun, who had been ill for many years, stood on the high platform with her back arched.

The old man was reciting something aloud, but because he was out of breath, the so-called aloud recitation was almost so hoarse that people could not hear it.

Under the high platform, magma billowed, and the red light rose like flames, forcing the lecturers who were working on this floor back.

The magma should not have risen to this height.

If Zhuo Yuan hadn't opened the North Great Seal not long ago.

He glanced around, and the lecturers looked at him dumbfounded just like the students outside.

Zhuo Yuan didn't explain why he was injured all over. After walking out of the wheeled ladder, he stepped onto the high platform.

"Teacher, you are tired," he interrupted Ji Tianyun unceremoniously, "Let me do it next."

Ji Tianyun was only in his seventies. Thirty years ago, when he went to Jiange to meet Tianyan in person, he was only in his forties. As a scholar, he could be said to be in his prime.

But when he left Jiange and returned to Jixia Academy, he had already aged like this.

Pale, thin, stooped, wrinkled, and covered with age spots of varying shades.

If you don't put a reading glasses on the bridge of your nose, you can't even read the big characters.

At that time, Zhuo Yuan was just an inconspicuous student of Ji Tianyun's school. If he had shown such outstanding ability at that time and allowed Ji Tianyun to confirm the heir before going to Jiange, Jixia Academy might not be able to do so now. Such a mess.

Ji Tianyun's eyeballs were almost completely covered by her eyelids.Zhuo Yuan didn't know if the old man was looking at him through his folds, but even if he was looking at something, Zhuo Yuan didn't care.

He took a step forward, randomly took out a paper book from his pocket, and read:

"Gu Tu, whose name is Changjing, and whose name is Road Guest, was born in the 11th year of Anfeng, Taitai, from Gujiazhuang, fifteen miles outside Tianxing City, Chuzhou, less..."

What Zhuo Yuan recited turned out to be Gu Tu's life record.

And as he recited, the slowly rising magma actually gradually descended, and finally returned to the highest security line.

The rest of the lecturers talked a lot:

"Gu Changjing?"

"Oh, Mr. Mei's student..."

"What a great thing he has done, how can the records of his deeds be so effective for Dafeng?"

Skystar City is considered a big city in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is still regarded as a remote place in the north.The lecturers were amazed that the deeds of a scholar of Tianxing City who was not from Jixia Academy could be used to protect Dafeng.

Something that surprised them even more happened.

After Zhuo Yuan finished reciting the record of Gu Tu's life, he raised his hand and threw all the paper books into the big envelope.

The paper fluttered, and he stood on the high platform, casting his gaze at the lecturers.

"After the matter is over, throw all the records about this person into the big seal and burn them, including those not in Jixia Academy."

The more the inheritance of scribes can be connected little by little, the more powerful they can be.

But since Gu Tu's "The Picture of the Wilderness Landscape" has fallen into the Nine Singers, in order to prevent any hindrance in the future, it is time to start destroying the supporting points of the embroidery scroll.

The lecturers nodded yes, but they didn't quite understand what the so-called "things ended" meant.

Ji Tianyun sighed, and the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose slid down with her movements, barely hanging on the old man's ears.

"Why is that so?" said the old man.

Zhuo Yuan didn't answer, at this moment, beside the rock wall, a mechanism wheel ladder descended rapidly.

"Shan Zhang!" The person who came was also a lecturer, "Mr. Yunzhong from Three Islands and Ten Continents is here! He said that Mr. Zhuo opened the seal privately, causing the disaster to wake up in Tianxing City. He wants us to hand over people and give an explanation... ...Uh, Mr. Zhuo? Are you here?"

The lecturer found that the person Yun Zhongjun was looking for was right in front of him, instead of going up, he shrank in the wheel ladder, not daring to come out.

The gazes of many lecturers on the platform flicked back and forth on the faces of Ji Shanchang and Zhuo Yuan.

Open the big seal privately?Could it be that the earth disaster has risen strangely just now?

But, but, but why?

Why would someone who would be able to become the head of Gongshan, Jixia School, just wait for Ji Tianyun's death, to do such a thing?

Some of them frowned in confusion, some couldn't believe it, and some looked indifferent.

Under all kinds of gazes, Zhuo Yuan laughed.

Then he leapt.

He was standing on the edge of the high platform, but he jumped into the bottomless Beidafeng!

***

Not far outside Tianxing City, on the south bank of the Xiangjiang River.

Watching Yun Zhongjun leave, Da Si Ming said to himself:

"Can you get someone?"

"I guess it's impossible to catch that scribe."

Li Chaoshuang, who didn't know Zhuo Yuan well, said.

Ah Yun took "The Picture of the Great Barren Landscape" and landed beside him.

He glanced at Da Si Ming, and looked away indifferently.

After a breath, the bird felt something, looked at Da Si Ming again, and then at Li Chaoshuang.

The author has something to say: Little Bird: Goo?

Little Bird: Quack? ? ?

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I asked for a day off yesterday, I hope everyone has seen the leave note.

The main reason for asking for leave this time is to change from [-] back to [-], so far it seems to be very successful_(:з」∠)_