Tianzhao Pavilion of Tianzhao Courtyard, the old man Lu Lao Monkey was still in a daze, looking at the rows of bookshelves in Tianzhao Pavilion with blank eyes, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

In the cave behind the Tianzhao Courtyard, Zhu Maomao sat in a large wooden bathtub and took a bath, with a towel on his shoulder, indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

In the Donglai Pavilion of Tianzhao Academy, the current dean, Dugu Chenye, sat cross-legged quietly, his eyes closed, and there was a faint trace of uneasiness between his eyebrows.

"Pig senior, it seems that something big is going to happen in the Tianzhao Academy. ”

Dugu Chenye, who was in the Donglai Pavilion, swiped his fingertips lightly, and a divine consciousness silently flew from the Donglai Pavilion to the mountain behind the Tianzhao Courtyard.

Sitting in the big bathtub and soaking in the bath, Zhu Maomao looked light and breezy, received a divine sense from Dugu Chenye, yawned, and let out a sigh, and a divine consciousness was transmitted from the mountain behind the Tianzhao Courtyard to the Donglai Pavilion.

"You look at it yourself, I am a grave keeper who has reached the twilight of his life, although he is your predecessor, but in terms of realm, the two of us are almost the same, now you are the dean of the Tianzhao Academy, a qiē thing is decided by you, in fact, I have already guessed the things of a few of them, Quzi and Lu Lao Monkey have long been premeditated, Yunhe and Duanmu Qing are just pawns of the two of them, they should always come, and they can conform to the will of heaven. ”

After Dugu Chenye received this wisp of divine consciousness from Zhu Maomao, he continued to close his eyes cross-legged, quietly waiting for the sudden change in the situation of the Tianzhao Academy, perhaps it should not be called a sudden change, because this qiē is all in the plan, and it is more appropriate to call it premeditated.

Today, it is the first day that the current disciples of the Tianzhao Academy have gone out to travel to the Western Realm, and most of the current disciples of the Tianzhao Academy have already hit the road, except for Wan Mu of the Taixuan Palace, who has not left, and continues to stay in the Tianzhao Academy.

Duanmu Qing no longer holds a sword, the sword flies into the air, lightly stepping on the tip of the sword, looking at the stele in the northeast from a distance, although the stele is not as big as Ye Linfeng's broken ancient stele, but it can still be seen with Duanmu Qing's means.

It is a very famous stele in the western realm, a wordless stele.

The wordless stele can know that there is no text on the stele just by hearing its name, the surface is extremely smooth, and there is not even a pattern, this stele stands quietly on the high cliff of a fairy island in the northeast of the western boundary, and has been standing here for thousands of years.

Duanmu Qing felt a little uneasy, although the plan was in the hands of him and Yunhe, but Dugu Chenye really didn't notice what the two of them were doing?

"That's it, that's it, don't think about it, even if the dean knows about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it at that time, once the body of the old man Lu and the soul of the song are combined, it will be another immortal in the Piyuan Realm, and when the time comes, kill the dean, then the Tianzhao Academy will be me and Yunhe." ”

Under the ** realm, the cultivators who can definitely be called the realm of the great achievements in the Gang Ji Continent, since the twelve great avenues of the Western Realm disappeared one after another, for thousands of years, the cultivation world of the Ji Continent has gradually declined, and the previous prosperity no longer exists, and Ye Linfeng's generation is about to usher in a new prosperous era.

Mo Yuan was drinking tea with Kuzen in the room at this time, chatting a few words by the way.

"Brother Kuzen, don't you think that the Tianzhao Courtyard has been too calm recently?" Mo Yuan gently rolled up his sleeves and poured tea for himself and Kuzen.

"Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan, more is better than less, I know what you're thinking at the moment, but these things are not something that the two of us can stop. Kuzen touched his shiny head, and vaguely felt a few stubbles growing, a little annoyed, as if he was not satisfied with the hair growing on his head.

"But maybe we should do something. Mo Yuan pinched the celadon teacup on the small rosewood coffee table, gently brought it to his lips, and tasted it.

"Do you want me to grow long hair?" Kuzen said with a bitter face, "Why don't you get a hat and wear it like me?" Mo Yuan knew the weakness of the long-haired vow of Kuzen, so he continued to say shamelessly.

"Something seems wrong with the color of your scribe's hat. Kuzen took a sip of tea with a bitter face, not to taste the tea like Mo Yuan, but to drink it with his neck up, obviously he was a little annoyed by Mo Yuan's words, because he didn't want hair to grow on his head, once hair grows, it will be a desperate battle.

Mo Yuan rearranged the pale cyan scribe's hat on his head, secretly glad that the color was not so dark, and continued: "Brother Kuzen, I won't talk nonsense, I have already guessed the small abacus of Senior Brother Yunhe and Senior Brother Duanmu, as for whether you will go to the wordless tablet cliff in the fifteenth day, whatever you want, I hope you can go." ”

"What are you doing at the Wordless Monument Cliff?" Kuzen pretended not to know.

"Go to a fight. ”

"Fight with whom. ”

"With Senior Brother Yunhe and Senior Brother Duanmu. ”

"Mo Yuan, I'm really not good at fighting. Kuzen said shamelessly.

"I can teach you. "Mo Yuan is even more shameless than Kuzen.

"Fighting is not something that can be learned in a day, and besides, I will grow my hair when I fight. Kuzen said with a bitter face.

"Senior Brother Kuzen, don't worry, if you can come back alive, I will personally cut your hair, and I guarantee that there will not be even a single stubble. Mo Yuan still said with a shameless smile.

Unconsciously, the sun was already setting in the west, and night was approaching, the two were still bargaining, and there was no new tea added to the celadon teapot, and the tea gradually changed from a thick red to a bland white.

"It's going to change. Mo Yuan said, his fingers swiped lightly, he took out a brush, staggered to his feet, and waved his pen wildly in the tea room.

The two of them didn't drink, they drank tea, but Mo Yuan was indeed drunk, drunk and drunk.

There was no ink on the tip of the pen, but where Mo Yuan's big pen swung, there were characters faintly flashing with golden light, which were a talisman, but it was not a killing talisman, but Mo Yuan wrote it with an essay to express his chest, and the Tianzhao Courtyard was about to change the sky, and he wanted to die generously.

"Hey, do you want to add some new tea?" Kuzen couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at Mo Yuan, who was frantically waving his pen in the tea room.

"Then let's add some more, and try new tea with new fire, and poetry and wine while the year is old. Mo Yuan sighed.

"Hypocrisy. Kuzen continued to droop his bitter face and said, but his nose was slightly sore, and somehow, there was nowhere to express the pride in his heart.