Hearing Li Shimin's words, Yan Hui nodded again and again and said, "Of course, my Confucius Institute is still clear about this. ”

Yan Hui asked, "I don't know where Your Majesty learned that my Confucius Institute is going to implement talents?"

Li Shimin got that Yan Hui had no intention of promoting talent, and he also put down a big stone in his heart, and said with a smile: "Sir, you might as well look at your mobile phone, it has been spread all over it, and it is said that "Confucianism and Taoism is the most holy" means for the Confucius Institute to introduce talent, and talent is about to be promoted, and this news has been confirmed by your Confucius Institute disciples. ”

Yan Hui suddenly became anxious, and said eagerly: "Your Majesty, let's talk next time, I'll go see what's going on?"

Li Shimin nodded and smiled: "Mr. Yan Hui, some of you are busy this time." ”

Yan Hui smiled wryly, turned off the video call, and hurriedly clicked on the TT group, and clicked on several groups in a row, all of which were talking about the news that the Confucius Institute was going to promote talent, and the words were convincing, and everyone who read was excited and looking forward to it.

Yan Hui turned off his mobile phone and said angrily: "Who is it? Who is pretending to be a disciple of my Confucius Institute to spread such rumors?"

In the Confucius Courtyard, He Tianya, who was reading a book in a study, sneezed a few times one after another, and touched his forehead suspiciously, is this going to catch a cold?

Zhang Mingxuan howled wolf in the steamer hell, screaming more miserable than those ghosts who were being hunted down, although it looked very miserable, but with the replenishment of the ancestral witch's essence and blood, he became more and more energetic, and the tango dance was getting better and better.

In a palace, Chi You shook his head while drinking wine and sighed: "Weak, really weak! The steaming of this yellow spring water, although it is also extraordinary, will never burn a golden immortal so miserably, this is the weakest golden immortal I have ever seen, I really don't know how he survived the catastrophe." ”

He didn't know that Zhang Mingxuan hadn't experienced a catastrophe, and he had relied on his doppelganger to survive the tribulation so far, and he hadn't practiced the slightest bit of body refining exercises, and he relied on the output of his doppelganger's mana to fight, and he hadn't even practiced his eight-pack abs until now, and he was a lump of fat, so his body was so weak.

Outside, both on the Internet and in reality, there are discussions about talent, and no math students are looking forward to the Confucius Institute announcing the cultivation method of talent, and there are also scholars who swear to give speeches, speculating about the method of teaching talent at the Confucius Institute.

Some people say that it is announced directly on mobile phones, some people say that there will be Confucius Institute students who will walk the world and teach the talent cultivation method to various colleges, and some people say that the Confucius Institute will hold an exam, and only the students who pass the examination will be awarded the talent cultivation method.

Zhang Mingxuan was concentrating on killing ghosts, cleaning up the residue of the eighteenth layer of hell, shouting slogans, full of enthusiasm and passion.

Zhang Mingxuan smiled hideously and blocked an old ghost in the corner, holding a big sword and approaching step by step, with every step he took, there was a stabbing sound under his feet, and a puff of white smoke rose.

The old ghost shouted frantically: "Who are you? If you kill countless souls, aren't you afraid that you will damage your Yin Virtue?

Zhang Mingxuan grinned fiercely: "Who am I?

The old ghost scolded frantically: "Fart, you think I'm deaf! Lackeys of the underworld, I curse you, even if your soul is scattered, I will curse you. ”

The old ghost turned into a black mist and rushed towards Zhang Mingxuan, and the ghosts in the black mist cried wolf, and grimaces appeared, like thousands of ghosts together.

Zhang Mingxuan pushed it out with a palm and said in a low voice: "Dafan Prajna!"

A golden Buddha shadow shrouded it, and the Buddha shadow also pushed out a palm, the golden Buddha light bloomed, and a terrible cry sounded in the black ghost mist, and the ghost fog dissipated in the Buddha light.

As soon as the Buddha's light dissipated, a flower appeared in the small black room in front of Zhang Mingxuan's eyes again, this time he didn't even see Chi You's face, he was directly transferred, and he wanted to scold him a few words to vent his anger!

Zhang Mingxuan returned to the small black room, pointed his finger in front of him, and a golden divine power was woven into a net cradle in the air in front of him, and a divine power silk thread was fixed on the walls on both sides of the small black room, Zhang Mingxuan lay directly in the cradle and groaned comfortably.

Zhang Xiaofan's voice sounded in his heart: "I haven't written it today!"

Zhang Mingxuan said lazily: "If I don't write it, I can see it, no matter how much I write, they won't let me go." It's so comfortable to sleep on!"

Zhang Xiaofan said: "If you don't write, it may be even worse." ”

Zhang Mingxuan snorted coldly and said: "How can I be afraid of them? I have the aura of the protagonist, and when I am strong, I am strong, and in the past two days of being oppressed and abused, my strength has been greatly improved." Under their oppression, one day I will surpass them, and then it will be the time for me to counterattack and turn the underworld upside down. ”

Zhang Mingxuan lay in the cradle and slept with his eyes closed for a while, then opened his eyes and said a little worriedly: "Otherwise, I'd better update a little!"

Long Tianao smiled: "Didn't you say that the protagonist's aura?

Zhang Mingxuan said embarrassedly: "It's true that if you are strong, you will be strong, but it is also true that you are guilty!"

Zhang Xiaofan and the four of them were speechless.

Zhang Mingxuan sat up and turned on the phone screen, and the keyboard began to code words, one chapter, two chapters until ten chapters.

At the end of the code, Zhang Mingxuan continued to lie in the cradle and said, "Xiaofan, these are passed in the evening. ”

Zhang Xiaofan said: "I really only upload these. ”

Zhang Mingxuan gritted his teeth and said: "That's right, I want them to see my backbone, arrogance, although now I am imprisoned by them, but I swear to the death, it is absolutely impossible for the evil forces to bow their heads, if you want fifty chapters, I will upload ten chapters, this is my principle." ”

Fengyun Wuji said coldly: "You don't write a chapter, I respect you as a gentleman." ”

Zhang Mingxuan rolled his eyes and said: "Leave a line for doing things, and see each other in the future, you can't do anything too much." ”

Xiao Yan said: "This is really reasonable, let me write it down first, Nalan Yanran did it too badly, which led to the following series of grievances and hatreds." ”

Zhang Mingxuan turned over comfortably on the cradle and groaned and said, "I have suffered a great crime in the past two days, I want to rest first, don't bother me." ”

At this moment, in Tianmen Shanfang City, Tianyang, the little Taoist priest who chased and killed the ghost mother, was in a cave, hesitated for a moment and cautiously closed the door of the cave and set a ban.

Strode to the depths of the cave, and the seal in his hand whispered, "Open!"

A twisted portal appeared silently on the stone wall in the cave, and a smile flashed in Tianyang's eyes, and he walked directly into the portal.

Inside is a small stone room, the stone room has a gorgeous cloud bed, drapery, wooden cabinets, tables and chairs, as well as a makeup table, decorated with flowers, just like a woman's boudoir.