The back mountain of the academy knew in advance about the battle situation in the northern suburbs than anyone in the city, because Yu Lian, who was protecting the second senior brother, no longer frowned, which was enough to show that the twelfth junior brother won. Everyone knew that Ye Qi didn't like it too much, so after the battle on that mountain ended, they turned to do their own things again.

Back at the back mountain, the little fox pounced on Ye Qi's arms and quietly enjoyed Ye Qi's caress. Chen Pipi left, and Ye Qi carried the fox to the huge rock on the hillside.

Yu Lian looked at him and did not mention Wei Guangming's incident, but said, "The second senior brother's death is about to be broken."

Ye Qi smiled and nodded at the third senior sister, and sat next to the third senior sister.

It was at this moment that Jun Mo stood up from the huge rock, and a majestic air flow like the sea swept straight into the sky. Jun Mo opened his eyes, and two lightning-like lights flowed in his eyes. He walked a few steps toward Ye Qi and Yu Lian, and the huge rock behind him turned into powder.

Junmo was in seclusion, not completely closed perception to break through the barrier. As a result of climbing the tower a few months ago, he knew very well today's 12th junior brother's battle with Wei Guangming.

It is precisely because of the clarity that the eyes of Ye Qi were full of blame.

"Let you take action on the back mountain, not to hold everything on your shoulders alone. You are the twelve, and you have many senior brothers and sisters in the back mountain."

Ye Qi was not sure what the second senior brother wanted to express. Of course, he could also think that before the battle between him and Wei Guangming began, the senior brothers and sisters in the Houshan would definitely notice it and would definitely worry about him.

"next time."

Jun Mo straightened the ancient crown on his head and said, "But today I'm happy, come with me to have some wine later."

...

No matter which world it is, the news will always be faster than people. Liansheng has been imprisoned by Ke Haoran in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and the Ming-word scroll is not in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. These two news only came back to Chang'an City and the Academy after more than ten days, and Ning Que and his group were still in the wasteland at this time.

The Master rode a scalper back to the academy first. He found a lot of golden thatch from somewhere, and asked Lao Liu and Fan Yue to remove the golden wire from the roof of the thatched hut and make up for the thatched hut. He lay alone on the recliner in the thatched hut and bask in the sun.

Ye Qi walked in front of the thatched hut and bowed to the half-sleeping Master on the recliner. He went to the stove outside the thatched hut to make hot water, wait for the water to boil, soaked a pot of hot tea, served a cup for the Master, and poured himself another cup.

The Master blew a few green tea leaves on the hot tea noodles and said, "I've seen your battle with Wei Guangming."

Ye Qi said: "At that time, I had already broken through the five realms and realized that my senior brother was in Chang'an City. Naturally, I knew that you were watching too."

Seeing the tea leaves sinking into the bottom of the cup, the Master drank a sip of hot tea and said, "Will you talk about it yet, what did you say to Wei Guangming?"

Ye Qi put the tea bowl on the ground, looked at the Master, and said, "You should have asked at that time. Now more than ten days have passed, and I forgot."

"Forgot?" The Master stood up because he quickly got up, and the cup of hot tea sprinkled all over his hands. "Your memory is very good."

"I can't remember anything that happened more than ten days ago. How could my disciple have a good memory?" As he said that, Ye Qi brought a handkerchief, took the tea bowl in his hand, put the handkerchief in his hand, poured a cup of hot tea again, and said with a chuckling: "It's not that I can't remember everything. When the disciple saw the Kingdom of God, he discussed with Wei Guangming, and left the wooden sword stained with the breath of Sangsang in the Kingdom of God."

The Master glared at Ye Qihou, and said angrily: "The Kingdom of God is Haotian's own kingdom. If the wooden sword was not stained with the aura of Sangsang, and without the help of the Apocalypse or even higher Wei Guangming, things on earth would be difficult to survive in it."

"Just, what's the use of leaving that wooden sword there?"

A few screams of big white goose came from the direction of Xiaohu Lake. Ye Qi looked shaking and said, "Teacher, maybe my fox bullies the big white goose again. You have to go and see, but don't let the second senior brother find out and get angry."

After saying that, Ye Qi disappeared in the thatched hut.

The Master put the tea bowl on the ground, and Jun Mo's angry curses came from the direction of the Xiaohu Lake, and a few fox songs that seemed to be unwilling to be convinced. He sighed sadly...

...

...

"Since he really survived under Wei Guangming's men after the fifth realm, Wei Guangming died. He was so old that he could not kill a junior. No wonder the Taoist sect was crushed miserably by the academy." The drunkard broke into the yard where the butcher was located with a wine pot and cursed.

The butcher put the chopped ribs into a large pot and stewed them. He added some firewood under the stove and said, "You are just talking in a dream, but you still don't want to think about what to do?"

The two spent the last eternal night, and the state of cultivation was originally a precedent in this world. They would not dream when they were sleeping. When the drunkard had a dream, the dream must have some revelation.

"Now that the Master has returned to Chang'an City, he has no idea of ​​looking for us anymore, but I dreamed of the sword of that academy disciple."

The butcher cut two pieces of ginger, lifted the lid and poured it into the pot, and said, "I understand what you mean. Master may have to prepare for that matter. We two dogs keep it all the time. Then we will die before that matter."

"Who can let you and me die except Master? Just because of a twelve academy that killed Wei Guangming?"

The drunkard placed the wine pot in his hand on the ground, smelled the smell of meat from the pot, and said, "So, let's kill that academy disciple first, and then will it be fine?"

The butcher said, "At that time, you will lead him here."

...

More than half a month later, Chang'an City ushered in early autumn, and the leaves of green trees gradually turned yellow, and falling leaves withered green ginseng can be seen everywhere in the alleys of Chang'an City.

Sangsang sat in front of the door of the Lao Bizhai Shop, holding his chin with his hands, looking at the fallen leaves blowing by the wind on the street, feeling a little depressed. Somehow, he thought of the teacher who had never seen him for a few days but had been very good to him.

She did not hate Ye Qi because of Wei Guangming's death. She knew that it was the teacher's choice, but people died, and they would never feel good when they thought of the dead.

Then, she thought of the young master again. If one day she died first, what should the young master do?

The sound of horse hooves colliding with the bluestone on the street was heard from a distance. She felt a little familiar. She raised her dark face to look, and her depressed mood instantly improved, revealing a shallow dimples.
Chapter completed!