Zhu Haoran's eyes were wandering, and before he could speak, Mr. Li squeezed out a smile from his facial features, which looked scary.
"Thanks a lot."
Zhu Haoran: "..."
Forget it, you might as well not smile, you are so weird!
"Okay, let's all go back. We'll find someone to repair it here later."
Mr. Li was too lazy to talk to him. He was no longer the dean, so he couldn't pretend to be enthusiastic with these guys.
The specific work of the handover between the two parties should be left to Dai Jianbai, an old boy, to have a headache alone. He has nothing to do anyway.
The war has ended, and naturally there is no reason for everyone to stay here. Dai Jianbai saw off Zhu Hao, and then the others also left.
After the war, this place has become devastated. However, it is night time and no one dares to come because of Zhang Yan on weekdays, so there is no rush to clean up.
It is estimated that when the sun rises tomorrow, the group of newly arrived disciples from the outer courtyard will be asked to come and clean up as part-time workers. They call it a visit to the inner courtyard, which will save time and effort.
Being able to visit the inner courtyard is what countless disciples of the outer courtyard long for...
After a while, there were only two people left in the field.
"Why don't you come along?" Mr. Li asked.
Tang Baihu looked at the self-repairing protective formation in the sky, his thoughts were a little complicated.
"Being favored by those guys shows that your talent and strength are really good." Mr. Li added, he is a man of his own opinions.
"Can you walk?"
Tang Baihu looked at Mr. Li. He didn't believe that this damn old man would stand by and watch. Maybe the silence just now was a test for himself.
If he really followed the masked man, how would he react? Would he stop him? Can he stop him?
Mr. Li laughed and said: "You have your own feet, and I can't control you. Whether you stay or leave depends entirely on your own will."
"As for whether you can walk away, hey, how will you know if you don't try?"
"According to my heart?" Tang Baihu tasted this word repeatedly. He really couldn't grasp the old man's temperament.
If you say he's not good, he actually takes good care of you. If you say he's good, everything he does towards you seems to have the flavor of conspiracy.
Is it an illusion...
This old man seems to be indifferent to everything, but whenever there is a crisis, he will always show up.
Even the Academy, on the surface, seems not to have cared about it, but it still showed up tonight.
What do people like him care about...
Tang Baihu was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Since you already know the answer, why do you have to try again?"
"There are many answers. It all depends on whether the answer is the answer you want or whether you have realized it yourself."
"Know that you can't do it, but do it."
"How would you know this if you didn't try?"
Tang Baihu: "..."
He knew that this old man couldn't spit out any ivory from his mouth, and he had been wandering around for a long time. It was still his world conspiracy theory.
Tang Baihu sighed, then changed the topic and said: "This guy is counting this time, but it's the second time."
"Yes, this is the second time." There was a bit of melancholy and helplessness in Mr. Li's face.
Tang Baihu looked at his emotions, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "Doesn't it matter? Your own territory has been trampled over and over again, but you still have no choice but to do anything to him. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Mr. Li's expression of sadness suddenly stopped, and a few black lines suddenly appeared on his face. He immediately slapped him for a dunk. When Tang Baihu saw this, he chuckled.
Since he dared to say this, he was naturally prepared and raised his hand to block.
Bang!
A deep pit exploded in the ground, filled with dust.
Mr. Li lowered his straw hat and looked at Tang Baihu, who was deeply embedded in the ground, with an unstoppable smile on his lips.
"Puff... Puff!" Tang Baihu took a mouthful of mud and quickly spit it out. Looking at Mr. Li, his heart was filled with shock.
I thought that I had refined the immortal copper skin and could somewhat compete with this old guy, but I didn't expect that I was still killed instantly.
Why is the gap so huge?!
After finishing his work, Tang Baihu chatted with Mr. Li for a few more words, and then walked to the cave in disgrace, lying on the bed and having a good sleep.
The next day.
"Ah~"
On the narrow wooden bed, the young man stretched out, grabbed a piece of bronze mirror from the table, and used the morning light to tidy up his clothes.
"Who said that a certain Yanzu and a certain Yu Yan are handsome? I disagree. With my face, even if I can't say that I can crush them, I must at least be open-minded, right?"
With the beauty finished, Tang Baihu opened the window and looked at the newborn sun, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.
From the continuous battles on Tiangong Island to the attack of the "Ultimate Shadow" last night, my nerves that never relaxed were always tense, and I actually slept all night without realizing it...
Looking up at the sunlight falling from the big hole, Tang Baihu sighed secretly: "Fortunately it didn't rain last night, otherwise I would have been soaked in the rain and would have had to move to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion to spend the night."
After the commotion at the back of the inner courtyard last night, Tang Baihu's poor new cave that he had not lived in a few times was also scrapped. In desperation, he could only choose to return to the outer courtyard.
Of course, I live in a mixed room.
The kind that is open-air, windowless, and bedless.
That night, after everyone left, Mr. Li didn't say much. He just said a few words briefly. After understanding what happened to him on Tiangong Island, he disappeared in a flash.
Seeing how anxious he was, it seemed that he was going to settle a score with someone from "Jiying".
It's been a whole night, and I don't know what the outcome will be.
Chen Peiyao and Zhang Yan didn't know what was going on. When Tang Baihu went over to check on their injuries yesterday, the former had already passed out.
As for the latter... he should have woken up, his consciousness should have been restored, but his physical strength has not been restored yet, and he is temporarily unable to move.
He left the homemade Xiaotianye behind and left directly.
With Zhang Yan here, that little girl Chen Peiyao should have nothing to worry about. She just needs to spend more time with her.
It's a pity that the famous sword still couldn't be deceived...
I thought that the masked man had no brains. It seems that he cannot be regarded as the guy from Lu Shuangyuan.
After cleaning up, Tang Baihu walked out of the room, looked at the bumpy courtyard, and couldn't help but frown.
"You still have to take good care of it. After all, it is your own house. Maybe you will encounter this situation again in the future, and the rabbit will still have three burrows. It is not necessarily a bad thing to prepare an extra place for yourself.
"
With this thought in his mind, he opened the door and planned to go to the mission pavilion to receive the mission.
He walked to a tall pavilion and looked at the crowds inside, and he couldn't help but sigh.
This is the mission pavilion of the sect. In addition to the main peak, there will be a pavilion like this under the other eight peaks. There are different numbers of deacons inside. There is a huge bulletin board on one side, which is filled with densely glowing messages.
Small print.
The light on the small characters will dim from time to time until it disappears and is replaced by new words and light.
As the name suggests, this is the place where Xingyuan Academy disciples are responsible for receiving sect tasks. In addition to certain rights, all academy disciples should also fulfill their due obligations - come to the Task Pavilion to perform tasks, and after success, they will receive
Corresponding task points or choose the resources needed for practice.
As soon as he walked into the door of the Mission Pavilion, the whole process was instantly excited.
"Look, look, look, that's Tang Baihu, the legend of our academy!"
"Really?! Where is it?! Don't squeeze, let me see!"
"Is he Senior Brother Tang? Well? Why does he only have one head and two arms? Didn't he have three heads and six arms?"
"That's right, he doesn't have any wings. Doesn't it mean that if he flaps his wings, it will shake people for miles around?"
"..."
Seeing everyone's exaggerated reactions, Tang Baihu was happy and helpless.
Is it true that you are already so famous?
It's just... why does my image change into the inhuman and ghostly look they say?
Do you think I am Nezha or Lei Zhenzi?
There is a task board at the door, and many servants and outer disciples are standing here to look around. Some of them will directly call their friends to form a team after selecting them.
The difficulty of the tasks here is generally low, and there is no threshold limit. Anyone can choose at will. Difficulties like that can only be completed by inner disciples and will not be announced here.
Because of the special nature of the mission pavilion, some handyman disciples who are unwilling to be mediocre and work hard to make progress regard this place as the dragon gate where they can become talented. Even if they cannot earn mission points, being familiar with the outer gate will be good for their future development.
There are benefits.
As for the group of disciples from the outer courtyard, the academy has assigned them tasks, which must be carried out every certain period of time, otherwise their cultivation resources will be deducted.
Looking around, Tang Baihu smiled bitterly, but at any rate, relying on his "star effect", he quickly squeezed in.