In the valley of Jiaziyuan, Feng Qingyan lay limp in the grass, his face extremely pale.
He did not expect that it would be so difficult to integrate "Yi Shui Ge" into the first chapter of "Sitting and Discussing Taoism", and it seemed that all his energy was drained out of him at once.
He is now drowsy and listless, and can hardly even move.
"I wonder how powerful the Mo Shadow Assassin is?"
At this time, Feng Qingyan became a little curious. He couldn't compare for a while and said to himself: "Can you assassinate the scribes by surprise?"
After more than half an hour, I finally recovered a little.
He struggled to sit up and wanted to try the power of Mo Shadow Assassin again, but found that he could not activate it at all.
Excessive mental exertion made it difficult for him to mobilize his literary spirit.
Although the power of the Moying Assassin is not yet clear, for the eighth- and ninth-grade literary boy Wensheng, he finally has the ability to protect himself. At least when encountering danger, he will not be helpless.
He stood up and breathed out, but he still felt exhausted and couldn't lift his spirits.
"Nine songs?"
When he was about to return to Jiaziyuan, he saw Jiu Ge running toward him in panic and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"
"Sir, he, they are here again."
Jiuge's face turned pale, his body was shaking, and he looked terrified.
"Youdu ghost?"
Feng Qingyan frowned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the Youdu ghost messenger had really come. It seemed that he had to ask the teacher to come forward, otherwise Youdu would keep making trouble for Jiuge.
He thought for a while and then said: "Don't worry, this is an academy, they don't dare to break in rashly."
Jiuge nodded, but still felt uneasy.
"Where is the Buried Mountain God?"
A cold and majestic voice sounded and fell into Jiu Ge's ears again, "I am the envoy of Youdu. Come quickly and kneel down to see me!"
"Sir, it seems that the Youdu envoy is outside the academy gate."
Jiuge said nervously and uneasily.
"Northwest gate?"
Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
"yes."
Jiuge nodded, then his face changed drastically, and he said in panic: "He, they are coming."
"coming?"
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the Youdu ghosts would dare to break into the academy. As expected, they were becoming more and more arrogant and domineering, interfering in human affairs without restraint. His face darkened and he said, "They broke in?"
"Yes Yes……"
Jiugehun does not keep the path of sacrifice.
Suddenly, he hid behind Feng Qingyan, his body shaking continuously.
"Youdu is doing things undercover, and strangers should stay away. There must be no mistakes!"
At this time, a cold voice sounded in Feng Qingyan's ears, exuding an aura that made his soul tremble, making him fearful and uneasy like a reminder.
"This is Burial Mountain Academy."
Feng Qingyan snorted coldly, but did not see Youdu Yincha appear, and shouted: "Who let you in?"
The cold voice fell silent.
But at this moment, two strange shadows suddenly rushed towards Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan's face changed when he saw it. He didn't expect the ghosts of Youdu to take action directly. He dared to kill people and silence them in the academy. How audacious!
When he was about to call the teacher, it was better for the teacher to come forward in this matter, otherwise Youdu would continue to cause trouble for Jiu Ge and there would be no end to it.
It would be better for Jiuge to stay attached to the big tree of Confucianism for the time being.
But at this moment, the ghost gate behind him suddenly appeared, bursting out with terrifying and mysterious power, and before he could react, the ghosts in Youdu were wiped out again.
Destroyed completely, not a single one left.
I have no intention of killing ghosts and silencing them...
Feng Qingyan couldn't help but froze, covering his face with his hands, looking helpless.
If we enter the legendary Nether City, will the ghost gate behind us appear and directly destroy the Nether City?
He didn't dare to think about it.
I'm afraid that either he destroyed Youdu, or Youdu destroyed him.
Can I still go to this Youdu?
Feng Qingyan looked up at the night sky helplessly. His original plan was to ask the teacher to come forward and hang Jiu Ge under the big Confucian tree, so that Youdu would not come to trouble Jiu Ge again.
Unexpectedly, by accident, the ghosts of Youdu were wiped out again.
"teacher?"
Feng Qingyan sighed and found a figure standing next to him. He was startled and blurted out: "When did you come?"
"just."
An Xiu looked at Feng Qingyan, then squinted his eyes and stared at the place where Youdu's ghost was. After a moment, he took out a scroll and said to Jiuge: "This is my Confucian edict to seal the mountain god. Youdu will not come to look for it again in the future."
Sorry for your trouble, please put it away."
Jiu Ge stuck his head out from behind Feng Qingyan, as if he couldn't believe it.
Feng Qingyan was also a little surprised. He patted Jiuge's head and said, "Why don't you thank the teacher?"
"Nine songs to thank Master An."
Jiuge took the imperial edict respectfully and held it tightly.
An Xiu smiled and nodded, pondered for a moment and then said to Feng Qingyan: "If you don't go to Youdu, you have to be more careful."
"Disciple knows."
Feng Qingyan nodded.
An Xiu looked up at the night sky in the southwest and was silent for a moment, then took out a small seal and said, "If you are in danger, you can throw the seal after inputting your Wen Qi. It may help you."
"Thank you, Teacher, for the gift."
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He took it and thanked him. He hesitated and said, "Teacher, can you take care of Jiu Ge when this disciple goes to Youdu?"
An Xiu nodded and left.
"Copper mountain and iron wall?"
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at the seal curiously. It was made of stone, square, more than an inch high, and was small. There were four simple seal characters engraved on the surface of the seal. It looked very ordinary, and there was nothing special about it.
However, since the teacher said this, after inputting Wenqi, it will definitely become different.
Did the teacher see it?
When Feng Qingyan put away the seal, he frowned and thought, and after a moment said: "Jiu Ge, show me the imperial edict."
Jiuge heard the words and handed it over.
Feng Qingyan took it, opened it, looked at it and handed it back, saying, "Does this make you feel at ease?"
"Thank you, Mr. Jiuge. If it weren't for Mr. An, Master An wouldn't..."
Jiuge salutes.
Feng Qingyan waved his hand and said, "I'm going back to rest first."
When I came to the lecture hall the next day, I found many students discussing excitedly about "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone", and what the assassin with the shadow of ink...
"Sir, we have heard that the first form of the holy art is called the Ink Shadow Assassin. When you chant 'The wind is rustling and the water is cold, a strong man will never return once he is gone', a mysterious ink shadow will appear.
Assassin, deliver a terrifying blow."
When the old instructor walked in, some students couldn't help but stood up and asked, "I wonder, how powerful is the Mo Shadow Assassin?"
The world is always paying attention to the Holy Art.
Whenever there is a change in the holy art, it will spread throughout the world in a short period of time.
"If you are caught by surprise, you can kill the scribes."
The old teacher pondered for a while and said.
All the students were shocked when they heard this, and one student said: "Doesn't this mean that a ninth- or eighth-grade scholar can reach the realm of literati with the help of Moying Assassin?"
"How could it be?"
The old teacher shook his head and said: "Scribes are of the sixth grade, and one or two magic techniques cannot fill the gap. Besides, the emergence of holy magic to discuss the Tao changes the whole, not the individual..."