Qingge followed An Suyou for a long time, crossed the Nanhe Bridge and headed towards Mingyue Palace.
Mingyue Palace is where the elders of Jialan Academy deal with and discuss important matters.
The spiritual water under the bridge is nectar and jade liquid. An Suyou on the bridge walked while saying, "There are four elders in Jialan Academy, the Great Elder Wuyu, one hundred and three years old, with a strange personality and many disciples under him.
Everyone has no less talent than you; the second elder Xu Niansheng is as big as me, with a gentle character, the third elder Shi Zhonghai has a hot temper, and only two disciples, the eldest disciple Beihuang, which is the current emperor of your Beiyue, the second
The disciples were displaced, and you have seen the battles of four dynasties that day.”
As they spoke, the two of them went down the arched Nanhe Bridge, walked up the bluestone steps, and arrived in front of the Mingyue Hall.
Seeing that An Suyou had no intention of continuing to say, Qingge said, "So, what about the fourth elder?"
An Suyou stopped walking, and his body exuded a fierce aura.
Qingge looked at the old man's back and frowned slightly.
"The fourth elder is empty and dead." With a few words, An Suyou seemed to have used all his life to say it.
Dead -
The girl's eyes flashed four times.
"Little disciple." An Suyou suddenly thought.
Qingge remained silent.
"I once had a name called An Suhui. I followed it upstream and went upstream; I followed it upstream and went downstream; my father said that this world is too chaotic and dark, or I will go downstream alongstream.
, Just be a little person without fighting or robbing, just be a little person." An Suyou's voice was filled with vicissitudes, "This is the origin of the name of the teacher."
Singing and chewing An Suyou's words carefully, how many parents hope that their children will become dragons and daughters will become phoenixes, and hope that their children and grandchildren will go upstream and leaps on the dragon gate, and shine on their ancestors.
An Suyou's father was interesting, and he went down the river and lived a leisurely life at the bottom.
However, the golden dragon is not something in the pond. When the wind and clouds change, although An Suyou has a name that is willing to be calm, the identity of the dean of Jialan College is not at all calm.
"Brother An, I heard that you have accepted a disciple, this is a strange thing."
A figure walked out from the door next to him. The man came with a dark face and a crescent hair. He stroked his beard and said, "I still want to see what kind of talent he has, which can attract your eyes."
"Zhong Hai is right, you are not kind enough to go back and forth. I told us some time ago that I will never accept disciples in this life. Now I brought a little disciple with us on my back." Another person walked out,
This man was wearing a brown-gray robe, with gray hair and beard, many wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were full of shinyness.
I think this person is the great elder in An Suyou's mouth, Wuxiao.
"I am a righteous and open-minded disciple. When will it mean to cover up?" An Suyou brushed his sleeves and said.
Shi Zhonghai smiled embarrassedly, his eyes fell on Qingge, and he glanced up and down and looked carefully, "But your disciple has become famous recently, and my Jialan's spiritual light gate can't stop the whispers of the wind, the seventh level of the innate
?Talent is OK, but as your apprentice, your qualifications are a little worse."
"Zhong Hai, you'd better think about how to revoke your emperor disciple back to Jialan." Wuyu glanced at Qingge sideways, then looked at Shi Zhonghai, shook his white beard and said.
When it comes to Beihuang, Shi Zhonghai was furious, "This brat, let him go back to be the prince who has been for a few months, but he didn't expect that he would be so careless that he couldn't come back. When I have time to go to his Beiyue Kingdom, I will be in the same place.
The civil and military officials took his pants and slapped them hard on his butt. Otherwise, if he would not show his power, he would think that his teacher would be a sick cat."
Qingge: "..."
I couldn't bear to look at that scene.
Shi Zhonghai glanced at Qingge and said, "Liuli said you have a good relationship with Beihuang boy?"
Qingge nodded.
"You were the First Emperor of Beiyue who framed and went to prison? You were the ones who supported Beihuang to ascend the throne?" Shi Zhonghai chased each other reluctantly and pressed each other step by step.
An Suyou stood in front of Qingge without saying anything more. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, looking at the floor made of white jade stones with muddy eyes.
Jialan is not as brilliant as the outside world, and the internal struggle is unbearable, and it is even more prominent. Although he protects his shortcomings, he cannot stay with Qingge at all times. If that is true, wouldn’t Qingge be a useless person?
She was Jialan, who was the first disciple of the dean. So, she had to let Jialan and others see her style and what qualifications she had to be able to become An Suyou's only disciple.
The atmosphere of the Dragon Palace suddenly solidified, and it was quiet everywhere, as if even the breathing of each other could be heard clearly.
"The third elder is so bad."
The wind is rising, the coolness is strong, the girl curled her lips and smiled slightly, the clouds are light and the wind is not afraid of favors and disgraces. Even when facing the elders of Jialan Academy, their momentum is not inferior to the point. The narrow and long phoenix eyes are filled with smiles, which seems to be the spring breeze. If so, in fact, when someone comes bloody with hostility, the faint spring breeze will turn into thousands of fierce blades, killing everything!
"Is this a bad word?" Shi Zhonghai sneered and asked, "Then you say, what's wrong with me?"
Qingge raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "First, the First Emperor Beiyue is worthy of being imprisoned, not a frame-up. He killed my father and murdered the 100,000 massacre army. This is a real thing. Not to mention being imprisoned, even It was thunder that he should bear it.”
"Second, the Northern Moon Master was not supported by me. He is the crown prince, the lord of the Eastern Palace, the future crown prince, the fall of the late emperor, and he inherited the throne. It is natural that he can support him. How can he support him?" The girl was so charming and elegant. Talk, talk very well,
Upon hearing this, a proud smile appeared on An Suyou's face.
The disciple he chose would naturally not be much worse.
Shi Zhonghai was stunned and then said, "It is worthy of being a person who is famous for his cruelty. He is young and full of arrogance. No matter what, the little prince of Beiyueming is the one you once loved. He has been your fiance for more than ten years. , When you kill him, you are merciless, which is for incompetence. You have no father or mother, and your mistress Qin Lan will raise you, but you design that it is for injustice to make her die a bad death. Ye Xue, Ye Shui Qin, Ye Qingqing and the other two are sisters with you, and you did not show any mercy at all. The Northern Yue Emperor gave you the name of Anguo and was named the princess of the current dynasty, but you will lead the old subordinates of your deceased father to massacre military exercises A good show that he was imprisoned by bells was for infidelity.”
"Ye Qingge, you are so unfaithful, filial, unkind, unrighteous, cruel and impermanent. We Jialan don't want people like you who are heartbroken!"
"Get out of Kalan for me!"
The old man's voice was as loud as thunder, and he was powerful without anger. The chill in his eyes made people frightened.
He is the second sword spirit master, his strength is comparable to that of Qin Kui. His voice was filled with spiritual energy, and his overwhelming oppression Qingge was overwhelming.
Qingge's back was as straight as a sword, and her temperament was cold and cold. She looked ahead with cold eyes. The spiritual energy belonging to the second sword spirit master attacked her like a gust of wind. (To be continued)