"Every lecturer is fake. How could our White Deer Academy invite an evil monk to be a lecturer?"
Song Yang was already blushing.
He was already disgraced here, and it was even more impossible for him to attend Lu Yu's lectures.
"There are still five breaths left!" Lu Yu said calmly.
The few inner disciples present looked at each other, no longer hesitated, and went back to the study hall.
Not only because of Lu Yu's great power just now, but more importantly, if Tianwu Pavilion drives them away, I'm afraid no one in other places will want them again.
Most of the disciples of Tianwu Pavilion are competitive and no one from other colleges would want these disciples.
If there is no place to take them, they will soon be kicked out of the academy.
White Deer Academy is an immortal gate. Everyone who comes in has paid a huge price, and no one is willing to leave here.
After several inner disciples left, Song Yang was the only one left in the entire open space.
"The time is over, you can go."
Lu Yu rolled his sleeves and left, unwilling to say another word.
Song Yang's face was a little distorted, and he stared at Lu Yu's leaving figure, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
However, Song Yang knew how powerful Lu Yu was.
He didn't stay here too long and rushed out of Tianwu Pavilion in one swift step.
"He's just a little kid who has learned some evil techniques, but he still dares to teach me!"
Song Yang rushed out of Tianwu Pavilion and thought to himself.
"The Lecturer's Token of White Deer Academy requires a drop of blood to identify the owner. He doesn't know how he coaxed it. But after all, he has practiced evil skills. If I tell the Discipline Hall about this, no matter how strong he is, he will not
The opponent of the Discipline Hall!" After Song Yang thought for a moment, he flew away directly.
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In the library.
In front of a desk, several disciples sat quietly, and there was silence.
The study hall of Tianwu Pavilion has not been used for a long time, so the furnishings here still look very old.
There was even a layer of dust on one of the desks.
"Do you think studying is useless?" Lu Yu asked directly.
The disciples looked at each other, but none of them spoke.
What are you talking about? You, the God of Killing, are here. Song Yang’s fate has become obvious just now. Of course, no one dares to say a word.
Lu Yu also knew what they were thinking.
"I just entered Bailu Academy today, and I didn't know that there is such a place as Tianwu Pavilion. By the way, your place was originally called 'Tianwu Academy', right? But because there are no lecturers in charge, the qualifications to establish the academy were cancelled.
, has become a Tianwu Pavilion that is nothing." Lu Yu glanced at it.
Those disciples looked a little ashamed and all lowered their heads.
"Do you know why no hospital is willing to hire you?"
"It's because you are too stupid." Lu Yu shook his head and sighed.
"What did you say!" Several disciples immediately slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily.
Lu Yu glanced at them: "Am I right? I remember other colleges, such as Wenhua Court and Qionglin Court, each of which has no less than a thousand people, but you only have less than a hundred people. Can't you see clearly?
Problem!"
"Confucianism cultivators, instead of cultivating literature and art, want to pursue martial arts. I don't know what you are thinking!"
Lu Yu's scolding voice echoed throughout the entire study hall.
Some disciples couldn't help but retorted: "Strength is the most important thing in the cultivation world, so we can just improve our strength. As for literature, that's just a dispensable thing!"
"Is it dispensable?" Lu Yu sneered, "That's because you have never seen a real Confucian cultivator take action, so you just sit back and look at the sky and think that those people can only study rote books!"