The bamboo house in front of you looks very simple, and is generally made of bamboo tubes and wool grass.

It is said that such a building can be said to be the most ordinary, but Ming Jiutian always feels unusual.

Especially the three words Wuxinju on the plaque, which made Ming Jiutian suddenly think of something.

For a while, endless thoughts came like a surging river, and time seemed to return to the summer of that year.

"Zi said: The country of a thousand times, respect and believe, use sparingly and love people, so that the people can be timely. Correct... Nine days... You come to the next sentence"

In the quiet and peaceful private school lined with green trees, an old scholar with white hair knocked Ming Jiutian's head with a ring ruler.

The old scholar was dressed in a white round-necked robe, and his beard and hair were all white, and he looked like a drooping old man.

But between the eyebrows, there is an extraordinary momentum of uprightness, especially those eyes, which are bright and spirited, and they seem to have no room for a little sand.

"Yet... And yet... Belch... But there are finches in the sky, and they fly up and down, and the slingshot is tightened, uh..."

Suddenly called out, Ming Jiutian's thoughts flew back from the nine clouds, it can be said that what he is talking about at this moment, even he doesn't know.

As soon as Ming Jiutian's words fell, he caused the whole class to laugh, but Guang Jiutian looked embarrassed, and even the old scholar blew his beard and glared at him.

"Ridiculous... If you don't learn carefully, you should fight...", an elegant old pedant suddenly became furious when he heard this, and his eyes were angry and angry.

"Yes..."Ming Jiutian knew that he was wrong, and stretched out his hands with a look of grievance.

According to the rules of the private school, if the student does not take the class seriously, the private school teacher has the right to punish him.

Although it is explained that Jiutian is the grandson of the generalissimo of the country, he does not talk about it at all.

And this old scholar is named Zhuge Jinglun, and he also has another identity, that is, the emperor, who educated the first Emperor of Han Lin, that is, Yang Tianzan's grandfather.

Later, because of his advanced age, he returned to his hometown and set up this private school in Dongping Mansion.

The name of the emperor is not a joke, not to mention the grandfather of Jiutian, even the Hanlin royal family does not dare to make a mistake in front of his old man.

Therefore, it is normal for Ming Jiutian to be punished and beaten, as if it were commonplace.

"Bang Bang..."

Soon, the twenty handboards were finished, and Ming Jiutian frowned, looking at the red and swollen palms that he had been beaten, and he was depressed.

On the day of graduation from this young private school, I must break this old guy's ring ruler in two, uh... No, it takes more than ten or twenty or thirty paragraphs to solve the hatred in his heart, and at that time, Ming Jiutian secretly swore in his heart.

It's just that the progress of the situation is always unfortunate, and just a few days after the end of Ming Jiutian's private school, he caught up with the outbreak of multinational war in the Xuanxin Continent.

And the Ming family was at the center of the whirlpool of war at that time, and this matter had long been forgotten by him.

Later, when the war ended, Ming Jiutian specially returned to the private school of the year to look for it, but it was deserted, and there were weeds everywhere, like a dilapidated scene.

"It's really a time flies."

Waking up from the memory, Ming Jiutian muttered softly, and it seemed that he was still recalling the scene when the emperor Zhuge was teaching.

Ming Jiutian raised his head and glanced at the three words Wuxinju on the plaque again, the pen body, ink, and the unique charm of the pen blade seemed to be too similar to Zhuge Jinglun back then.

"It's true, it's been a while since I said goodbye last time," a familiar voice came from behind.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ming Jiutian turned his head sideways, only to see that he didn't know when the mixed yuan had appeared behind him.

Sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard and looking at the birdcage in his hand, he said a word intentionally or unintentionally.

At the same time, the Mixed Kun Patriarch, the Dragon Dog Pan Gu, and the Black Cauldron Old Man had already stood aside respectfully, looking like that, it seemed that the Mixed Yuan had been here for a while.

Today's dress of Mixed Yuan is completely different from what he has seen before, wearing an extremely ordinary plain clothes, with trousers pulled up to the knees, and bare feet.

The most unusual thing is that there is a lot of mud on his feet, which looks a bit like a farmer working in the fields.

But carrying a birdcage, whistling from time to time, teasing the caged birds, and like a gentleman in the market, it is really difficult for people to figure out what he is thinking.

"What are you doing with these eyes? Don't know each other? Seeing Ming Jiutian's strange eyes, Mixed Yuan seemed to feel that something was wrong.

"Where's my stuff?"

Ming Jiutian ignored it, but went straight to the point, stretched out his hand and put on a posture of debt collection.

As soon as Ming Jiutian's voice came out, the three people standing next to him suddenly looked nervous.

Those who dare to pose like a creditor in front of Mixed Yuan are estimated to be the only ones in the ninth day of tomorrow.

"Don't worry, it's yours after all, don't rush it"

For Ming Jiutian's rudeness, Chaoyuan didn't pay attention to it, and was already teasing the caged bird by himself.

"Back then, you said that as long as I came to the Emperor's Tomb, you would return my things to me, shouldn't you be trying to cheat?" Ming Jiutian rolled his eyes and said.

The three of them looked nervous when they heard this, what are they kidding, the dignified Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, the first person across the ages, today was actually said to be a trick by a junior, and it is really unprecedented and unprecedented.

"That's right, this emperor just wants to play tricks, what can you do to me? Come on, hit me" What people didn't expect was that Mixed Yuan actually played this trick and didn't get in.

Ming Jiutian muttered and wanted to say something, but he was speechless, he was also the first time he had seen this kind of mixed yuan, and he couldn't beat it, so he couldn't do it at all, and he could only endure it after thinking about it.

"Don't look at me with that kind of complaining look, let's talk about you first, boy, you're going to die"

Looking at the speechless Ming Jiutian, the Mixed Yuan Emperor suddenly burst out with such a sentence.

"What are you kidding, this young man is alive and well, except for the fact that he dies before he gets out of school."

Ming Jiutian smiled awkwardly, but it didn't look like a joke when he looked at Mixed Yuan.

As soon as Ming Jiutian's voice fell, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, at least at this moment, the scene seemed to be a lot quieter.

Mixed Yuan's unwavering eyes kept looking at Ming Jiutian, and some of the people who watched it were furious.

I saw that Mixed Yuan suddenly smiled, the smile was so weird, I saw him stretch out a finger and gently tap it on Ming Jiutian's chest, and then tap it on the jade pillow point in the back of Ming Jiutian's head.

Ming Jiutian naturally looked at it inexplicably, and simply didn't care what the mixed yuan was going to do.

But after these two blows, Ming Jiutian's originally calm sea of consciousness suddenly set off a stormy wave, and a sharp pain that was enough to hurt his heart instantly swept through his body.

"Uh... Scoundrel... What did you do to Ben Shao? ”

It was an unprecedentedly severe pain, making Ming Jiutian curl up and roll on the ground in pain.

At this moment, bursts of thick black gas emanated from Ming Jiutian's facial features, and as soon as the black gas appeared, Ming Jiutian was lying down.

Originally, it was a fairy grass field, but I saw that the fairy grass turned black in an instant, and then it turned into ashes when the wind blew, which shows the domineering degree of this black gas.

"Back then, you had two soul-leaving arrows in your body and didn't die, thanks to the anti-heaven effect of the Nine Transformations Soul Wine, which turned away most of the power of the soul-leaving arrows, and the remaining part was suppressed by the Chaos and Void Qi, otherwise you would have lived to this day?" The Mixed Yuan Emperor was not angry, and explained with a cold snort.

Ming Jiutian, who was sore and fangs in pain and sweating profusely, suddenly realized that they were two soul-leaving arrows.

As long as you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you will already be gone, no wonder that Hou Xun guy looks at him with a strange look every time he sees him, it turns out that the reason is here.