"so annoying!"

Peng Yu lay on the desk, pulling at the clock on the table out of boredom.

Three months have passed since the God Emperor's sword slashed the ruins. According to the original plan, he should have completed the world promotion, started the fifth revolution, randomly lost his senses, and made a final breakthrough.

But now, the space-time storm has just stopped, and he still needs a period of buffering period in the world.

During this period, Qiankun Qi popped up from time to time, and Peng Yu couldn't even study properly, so he could only study by himself in the study.

In the past three months, the God Emperor has been very busy. In order to deal with Yin Yang Dao Tian, ​​he discussed with his courtiers for a long time and decided to send troops to smash Yin Yang Dao Tian and exterminate these extraterrestrial remnants.

And even though he was busy, the God-Emperor still found time to ask about his situation and was concerned about Peng Yu's studies during this period.

This move made the teachers panic and they quickly assigned more homework.

As his studies worsened and he could not leave his dormitory or study room, Peng Yu felt more and more bored.

"Can't we find a way to block this Qiankun Qi?"

In the recent days of zhenqi riots, even several female teachers almost fell into the trap and did not dare to approach Peng Yu at all.

Dong dong dong——

There was a knock at the door.

Peng Yu turned his head in another direction and said lazily: "Come in, you are the only one who can get close anyway."

Zhuan Yang opened the door and came in. He smelled the room, but there was no smell at all.

But why did the palace maids say that his room had a special aroma?

Seeing the back of the head on the table, he came over with a food plate.

"Come here, your meal for today."

"I won't eat." Peng Yu didn't even look at it: "I won't let you out of the house for a few days. No one will be able to see your face except yours. Are you really under house arrest?"

Seeing two large piles of homework in front of him, he swept his arms and threw them all to the ground.

Zhuan Yang put the food plate on the table outside, came over and picked up the homework one by one, and said kindly: "Who made the God Emperor check so closely recently and even assign the test papers himself? Who among those teachers dares to slack off?"

After going to the Temple of War to play around, Peng Yu's tight strings were completely loosened. Since he was in the promotion period, he shouted to practice in seclusion every day and did not do his homework well in the first month.

As a result, the God Emperor made a random inspection and saw that the homework was not handed in on time. He was furious. He personally wrote the test paper for Peng Yu and said: "If Haoer fails any of the homework, the lecturer will just wait!"

Under this threat, teachers can only keep adding more homework.

"Humph - you can't mess around with that. Look at the amount of homework I have, twelve papers, each of 5,000 words. This is just the homework of studying scriptures. Other legal copying, arithmetic deduction... They really think I am

Am I a genius, or do I have eight hands and can finish all their homework?"

Peng Yu was very unhappy.

His promotion to Xuanhuang Futian was blocked and he was burdened with a lot of homework. He was still unable to contact the outside world and could only look at Zhuan Yang's face.

"At worst, if I don't write anymore, could he still come from the Heavenly Palace and beat me to death?"

"He can't kill you, but we all deserve to suffer."

Zhuan Yang flipped through Peng Yu's homework.

Although Peng Yu announced a strike, in fact he had already finished most of the homework. Only some tedious tasks of transcribing laws and dictating poems were left.

Suddenly, Zhuan Yang knew something, and thought to himself: No wonder he complained as soon as I walked in. How dare you wait for me here?

"Okay, Your Highness, have a good meal, and I will help you copy the law." Zhuan Yang pulled over a chair and copied the law lesson by imitating Peng Yu's handwriting.

"Let's make an agreement first. Just let the teachers see the homework. Don't show it to His Majesty. Otherwise, I'm afraid Your Majesty will kill me."

"It's easy to talk about." The voice came from the table in the outer room.

When Zhuan Yang raised his head, he saw that the salted fish lying on the table had teleported outside to eat.

Shaking his head, he continued to write.

"The first article of the new criminal law is that whoever kills will die. In the Tiangang Realm and the citizens in the Tiangang Realm, they will be sentenced according to the law. In the Divine Power Realm, the penalty will be halved and a ransom will be granted. The Martial Saint will be tried by the Temple of War and will be judged before the emperor."

After writing this article, Zhuanyang started thinking wildly.

"Eight years ago, punishment was completely useless to the Martial Saint. This article was added eight years later. It seems that His Majesty's control over the War Temple is getting deeper and deeper?"

"Perhaps, the God of War Temple has been reluctant to open up the quota, and has always maintained seven quotas, just because of the rule of 'the punishment is not to reach the Martial Saint'?"

In Dakun, high-end combat power always enjoys privileges.

In the era of the Ancestor Emperor and the Holy Queen, the people at that time were rarely even in the Tiangang realm. A warrior in the Tiangang realm could bring countless prey to the people, fill the stomachs of many people, and was also the force to protect the people.

barrier.

Even if a Tiangang warrior makes a mistake, he will not be severely punished. In that era, the life of a citizen was not as valuable as a Tiangang warrior.

However, with the rise of martial arts, there are more and more Tiangang warriors, and the law gradually includes them. During the reign of Emperor Ren, the legal plan for Tiangang warriors has been completed. Only warriors with supernatural powers and above are not bound by the law.

Only restricted by the Temple of War.

During the Linghuang period, the number of magical warriors reached a threshold. King Gaoyang personally revised the law and included magical warriors in the law. However, as the highest-end combat power, the martial saint is still outside the national law. Even if the martial saint kills someone, it is just a closed-minded person who thinks about his mistakes.

punishment.

From that time on, the Martial Saints in the Temple of War have reached a tacit understanding. They have always suppressed the quota of Martial Saints and only maintained seven Martial Saints on the surface. This is to prevent the God Emperor from incorporating Martial Saints into the law one day and causing Martial Saints to lose their privileges.

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After eight years of fighting, the God Emperor has infiltrated his influence into the Temple of War, but the power of the martial saints in the Temple of War is still strong. Even this privilege is convenient for the interests of the entire great saint class. Even the masters of major families and sects will not allow the Emperor

Knock down the Martial Saint's privileges.

The trial in the Temple of War, followed by a formality in front of the God-Emperor, was the result of a compromise between the two parties.

"what are you thinking?"

Peng Yu came over with a ham and bean sprouts bun, chewing on it.

"Nothing, just think about this new law."

"I also have a paper about this. My father personally arranged it for me to discuss the pros and cons of the Martial Saint to the country."

Peng Yu grabbed his homework book with his greasy hands.

Zhuan Yang was about to shout to stop when suddenly Peng Yu turned his hand, rubbed his shoulder a few times, and then pulled out a paper from the homework pile.

"..."

Staring at the oil stains on his clothes, Zhuanyang silently held back his words.

"What are you looking at? You don't wash the clothes anyway. I'll leave them to the laundry room later to save them from coveting my body all day long."

"Is this why you have to change three sets of clothes every day recently?"

"Yes, let them work hard on the laundry, work more, and miss me less."

Peng Yu sat down on the table and swung his long legs.

Zhuan Yang opened the paper and saw the first sentence at the beginning.

"The imperial power is supreme, and I am the only one who dominates the world. The privileges in the world belong to the God-Emperor alone. The Martial Saint's right to avoid punishment should be the favor of the God-Emperor, not the Martial Saint's self-reliance."

Zhuan Yang's expression changed. As a descendant of a noble family, he would also be one of the beneficiaries of the Martial Saint's privileges in the future. He was naturally shocked when he saw Peng Yu's words.

But before he could take a closer look, Peng Yu slapped his shoulder heavily.

"What?"

"Look, there's a shooting star!" Peng Yu looked excited, pointing outside and shouting: "Things have fallen here!"

Pulling him, the two of them ran outside the house. Zhuan Yang had no time to read the following article.

After coming out, Zhuan Yang saw a golden meteor falling from the sky.

"Wait, this direction... our place?"

"To be more precise, it's Tiandang Mountain." Peng Yu relied on astronomy and arithmetic to speculate on the trajectory of meteors, and pulled Zhuan Yang to teleport away.

In the Simu Palace, other people also noticed that the meteor had fallen. The prince's lecturers were all well-informed and naturally knew about the remnants of the Yin-Yang world.

"There are survivors who did not enter Yin Yang Dao Heaven, but flew to Tiandang Mountain?"

After everyone was shocked, they rushed to the place where the meteor fell.

That is the inheritance of Yin Yang Sect, the real ancient immortal fate.

However, although they were fast, when they fell, they saw a young man in brocade clothes already standing there.

"Your Highness... Your Highness?"

"It turns out to be Teacher Yan and Teacher Gu."

The lecturer who taught them astronomy was named Yan, and the teacher who taught them arithmetic was named Gu. Both teachers were proficient in magic and arithmetic, and they could calculate where the meteor fell one step ahead of others.

"It seems that I still have two true successors. You can calculate it, and Gu can do it, and it's faster than you. Do you think Gu's homework can be reduced?"

After the two lecturers saluted Peng Yu, Master Gu smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, your studies must not be neglected. Your Majesty loved arithmetic when he was young, and his arithmetic homework has always been good. Your Majesty personally assigned the examination papers... You should be more patient."

Teacher Yan was easy to talk to and readily agreed not to hand in the astronomy homework.

"As long as Your Highness passes the exam, you won't have to go to class in the future."
Chapter completed!