"Go back to the supervising building!"
Chen Danqiu’s extremely cold voice echoed in the square,
Yang Yu whispered: "What's wrong? This is..."
"I don't know, let's go to the supervising building."
Li Ang shook his head, looked back at Ximen, turned around and walked towards the Supervisory Building.
The students in the lobby gathered in small groups and whispered about what just happened.
The Hu man young man said in a low voice: "Sacrifice wine has always been like a mountain collapse, but the appearance remains unchanged. If you can make him so angry, the situation may be very serious."
"The man who fell off the carriage,"
Pei Jing took a deep breath and said quietly: "My surname is Cui, my first name is Jiu."
"Cui Jiu?"
Dou Chi (whose father is the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple) frowned slightly, "A high-level monk in the Xunyun Realm, who was born in Xingxun, the previous academy of the Cui family in Qinghe?"
Pei Jing nodded, "Well, he is also Cui Yixian's nephew."
Everyone around was shocked when they heard this.
The number of patrols in the academy is variable. Only those with multiple Ph.D.s, recommended by the director, and approved by the priest and the mountain chief can obtain the title of patrol.
When traveling in local state capitals, they even have greater power and authority than governors and governors.
"Although people in the academy have to be on the front line against aliens and monsters, news of casualties often comes back,
But Senior Brother Cui Jiu is a high-level monk in Xunyun Realm, and he was also born in the Cui family of Qinghe.
You will never be short of self-defense talismans and other equipment."
Dou Chi wondered: "How could it be so seriously injured? And wasn't he traveling abroad?
If you are injured by aliens in other places, you should be treated on the spot."
While the disciples were whispering, swordsmanship instructor Sui Yi quietly walked into the lobby and called Li Ang, "Bring the medicine box and follow me."
"Okay."
Li Ang vaguely guessed the reason, and without asking any questions, he carried the medicine box and followed Sui Yi out of the supervising building and came to the medical center between the greenhouse and the forging workshop.
When the disciples of the academy learn the method of cultivation, they are bound to get bumped and injured. Therefore, there is also a small medical clinic inside the academy, which is managed by Sun Pu, a doctor of herbal medicine.
It exists like a medical office.
Li Ang followed Sui Yi into the medical hall. Chen Danqiu, the winemaker, Cui Yixian, the swordsmanship department, Sun Pu, the doctor of herbal medicine, and others were already waiting there. Their faces were not very good.
On the bed in the middle of the medical center, Cui Jiu, the Academy Tour Patrolman, was lying covered in blood, gritting his teeth and moaning.
Li Ang stepped forward and checked.
There was a deep "Y"-shaped wound on Cui Jiu's chest. The cut surface was smooth, as if it had been cut open by a sharp instrument.
At the same time, the wound is "fresh" and has no signs of healing.
It was Cui Jiu himself, as well as the academic doctors present, who used their mind power to forcefully close the gap and suppress the blood from gushing out.
That’s why he didn’t die from blood loss.
‘How did you get this injury? It can’t be that Senior Brother Cui Jiu was playing with a dagger in the carriage and stabbed himself, right?’
Li Ang took out the surgical instruments from the medicine box with some confusion, cleaned Cui Jiu's wound and sutured the flesh.
Since they offered wine and offered no words to persuade him to stay, Li Ang left on his own after suturing the wound and wrapping a bandage - these people obviously wanted to discuss something in secret.
Wait until he leaves,
Chen Danqiu, who was offering wine, casually released a sound-proofing technique, and asked Cui Jiu in a deep voice: "Cui Shiqi, weren't you following Dr. Ji Tong in Shiwan Barren Mountain to teach the barren people? Why did you come back?
What happened to this injury?"
Cui Jiu was on tour of the academy, and for the past two years he had been following Yu Jitong, a Confucian doctor from the academy, teaching the barren people in the barren mountains.
I hope that the barbaric and powerful Huang people can learn the etiquette, laws and culture of Yu State, and get close to Yu State from now on——
The Shiwan Barren Mountains are rich in products. By doing business with the barren people, the Yu State can get a huge amount of wealth every year. Naturally, it needs to get close to the barren tribe of the Yu State.
At the same time, it can educate the barren people and guard against the penetration of the forces of the Southern Zhou Dynasty into Shiwan Barren Mountain.
For example, Xuegong Xingxun Cheng Juxiu and the swordsmanship instructor Sui Yi who is also standing here at this moment have all gone to Shiwan Barren Mountain to practice.
On the hospital bed, Cui Jiu's face was still pale and he could not speak, but he could already use his mind to control the suspension of paper and pen, and write and communicate on the paper.
"Disciple, I saw Jun Qianzi..."
As the last stroke falls, the ink soaks into the back of the paper.
The atmosphere in the hospital was extremely depressing.
Chen Danqiu, who was offering the wine, narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his sleeves without wind, and asked word by word: "Jun Qianzi died fifteen years ago, how did you recognize him?"
The news that Jun Qianzi was still alive only circulated among the upper echelons of the Academy, the Zhenfu Division, and the imperial court.
Cui Jiu has been training in Shiwan Barren Mountain for two years and has never returned to Chang'an during this period. How could he know about Jun Qianzi?
What's more, fifteen years ago, Cui Jiu was only about twelve years old, and he was still studying in Qinghe County. He had never been to Chang'an, had not been admitted to the Academy, and would not have known Jun Qianzi's appearance.
"Don't be anxious about offering wine,"
Cui Yixian, the director of swordsmanship, interrupted Chen Danqiu's questioning, turned to look at his nephew, and asked calmly: "Seventeenth Master, please explain everything clearly.
How did you meet Jun Qianzi and how did you recognize him?"
"Yes."
Cui Jiu nodded with difficulty on the hospital bed and controlled the pen and paper to write silently.
During his training in Shiwan Barren Mountain, he not only taught the boys and girls of the Barren Tribe, but also collected information about the alien species in Shiwan Barren Mountain.
The environment in the barren mountains is dangerous and evil, and the density of aliens is much higher than that of the prosperous Yu Kingdom.
What a ten-foot-long lion-headed snake?
Earthworms that travel through the land and feed on the blood of living creatures.
When Cui Jiu was in the academy, his favorite subject was zoology. He wanted to be like Dr. Doerr who compiled the "Taxonomy of Alien Beasts" and write a book of beasts in the barren mountains.
Therefore, when I rest, I will bring my equipment and go deep into the barren mountains to explore.
He is a high-level monk in the Cloud Patrol Realm, and he also has a bunch of expensive talismans on him, which can be used for detection, attack, and defense.
Even if you encounter some tough aliens that you can't beat, you can always run away.
One day, he went to the mountains for inspection.
While I was painting an image of a low-level monster, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck.
He turned his head suddenly and saw someone standing behind him.
He was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, wearing a green robe and smiling. He looked elegant and easy-going, making people feel close to him.
At that moment, Cui Jiu felt chills all over his body.
The talisman he carries can detect aliens within a radius of several miles, and he himself has been sending out his spiritual thoughts to monitor the movement within a radius of thirty feet.
When did the other party come behind him, and why was there not even a single trace of the mess on his body caused by walking deep in the barren mountains?
Cui Jiu didn't have time to think about it, so he used magic to attack and at the same time activated the talisman to escape.
However, the opponent just raised his finger and made two random strokes in the air. Cui Jiu's body suddenly froze, unable to move. All the half-activated talismans on his body burned spontaneously and turned into ashes.
"School Palace Tour?"
The other party looked at the jade pendant around Cui Jiu's waist and smiled casually, "I also had a jade pendant like this back then."
Cui Jiu said with difficulty: "Who are you..."
"Huh? As a patrol member of the Academy, haven't they shown you my wanted portrait? Or have they said that my wanted portrait has not been updated for fifteen years?
The Academy is really becoming more and more unreliable."
The other party shook his head and said, "I am Jun Qianzi. How is Shan Zhang's health?
Go back and tell him that the gift I sent to Chang'an is just the beginning.
Now, let’s go.”
After saying that, Jun Qianzi waved his hand and released the restraint on Cui Jiu's body.
Cui Jiu felt that his mind was muddled and unable to think, so he stumbled out of the mountains without talking to anyone. Using his reputation as a disciple of the academy, he changed carriages at various stations and hurried back to Chang'an.
He regained consciousness halfway up Xia Mountain, and an inexplicable wound appeared on his chest, showing the same Y-shaped scar that Jun Qianzi traced in the mountains at that time.
"He must be a monk in the Zhuxiao Realm!"
Cui Jiu could not suppress the panic deep in his heart, and his handwriting on the paper was also affected and became messy, "He is also holding an ancient book in his hand!"
"The name is, "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra"..."
This chapter has been completed!