Shen Chengsi saw Qiao Yuan and Li Lei who turned around and left. He wanted to go up and say something to them, but was stopped by Vice President Ji in the sky.

"Let him go, the wanderer who returns home, it's time to see what his hometown looks like now."

Of course, Qiao Yuan didn't know what Vice President Ji and Shen Chengsi said behind him, his mood has now dispersed.

Wandering among the academy, returning here after so many years, the scenes and clips of my past practice here are also gradually remembered in my mind.

When I left, I felt guilty towards my hometown.

Because of my own mistakes, Qingyang Town became ruined and devastated, which made the people suffer.

After leaving for so many years, I came back this time and found that Qingyang Town had not recovered from that crisis.

Not only the people in the town look more dull than they think.

Even Qingyang College has fewer lively scenes in the past.

The originally connected spiritual chamber has been completely abandoned because of the loss of the spiritual core.

The surface of the spiritual room is even yellow, which means that it has been a while.

There are also the classrooms and practice rooms that are crowded with people on weekdays. Now, except for a few, many of them have become empty, as if no one has used them for a long time.

The many exquisitely carved pavilions and towers in the college also look withered and tasteless under the ambient setting.

The empty classroom and the abandoned spirit room make the entire Qingyang Academy look so depressed and dilapidated.

It shouldn't be like this...ah.

Qiao Yuan shook his head, continued to walk forward, and arrived at the veranda of the college.

Walking between the veranda, there are portraits of people hanging on both sides of the veranda.

The portraits are all transformed by spiritual energy, and each reveals a very solemn atmosphere, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

Everyone in the portrait is the greatest hero in the history of Xuanguo, known in history as the twenty-three heroes of Rushi Pavilion.

Rushi Pavilion is a high shelf built by Xuanguo to commend his meritorious officials.

Established in the capital of Xuan Kingdom, next to Zhenwu Palace.

It first contained portraits of 18 founding heroes, and then five were slowly added.

Every monk listed as the Shige Pavilion is a man who has made extraordinary achievements in history and has made extraordinary achievements for the Xuan Kingdom.

Everyone in Xuan Kingdom, whether monks or ordinary people, can speak the great name of each of the twenty-three heroes of Rushi Pavilion.

They are also well-known to their deeds.

"Leizi, I still remember that the one you admire most is Mr. Shen."

Qiao Yuan stopped in front of a portrait.

The man painted above has a beard of two feet long and looks like a heavy date.

His eyebrows were even dark and thick, and his eyes were filled with indescribable divine light, and his face was full of anger and mighty power, which made people frightened.

This is Shen Gong, one of the eighteen founding heroes of Rushi Pavilion.

"Of course, Mr. Shen turned the tide in that epic battle back then. Nowadays, some people still have the courage and courage."

When Li Lei talked about Mr. Shen, his expression became solemn and solemn.

Qiao Yuan nodded when he heard this. Mr. Shen’s deeds made many young and young girls in Xuan Kingdom fascinated.

When the country was just established, there were constant conquests from all directions, and several countries and clans attacked, and the fate of Xuan State was in danger.

But the disaster never came alone. Most of the elite monks in Xuan Kingdom were discovered while performing top-secret missions, and were all trapped in the abyss of night hatred.

If their entire army was wiped out here, the fate of Xuanguo would be like this and would be buried in the abyss forever.

After Shen Gong learned about it, he gave up the extreme northern checkpoint he had guarded without saying a word, and went out of seclusion alone, and wanted to rescue him alone.

From the northernmost end to the southernmost end, a distance of millions of miles, there are countless enemy troops and many levels in the middle. This move is undoubtedly suicide.

But he was fearless and went deep into tens of thousands of miles behind enemy lines, fighting alone.

There are no reinforcements because he is the reinforcements.

There is no way out, because behind them are countless enemies who are coming to block his.

The moment he stepped out of the level, he had already put his life and death aside, and had to fight with his back.

One man and one eagle charge forward on this vast land, cutting through the pass.

At the moment of survival and death of Xuan Kingdom, Shen Gong burst out with all his strength.

Those famous practitioners in the world of cultivation, the venerables of the Three Realms Garden, the generals of An Han Kingdom, etc., are not enemies of one unit in front of him.

Drinking blood, swallowing thousands of miles of energy.

Where he passed through, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into rivers.

But no drop was his blood, which was left by the enemy he killed.

Even the nameless general could not enter his body, and every corpse on the earth was a powerful monk with great reputation.

In this way, he fought all the bloody battle day and night, and finally arrived at the Abyss of Nighthat before the overall situation was decided.

And the most extreme and fierce battle is still waiting for him.

"Who can defeat the empty mysterious seal in the world?"

Looking at the portrait of Shen Gong in front of him, Qiao Yuan said, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

The original mood of the two men became a little depressed because of the scene along the way.

But in this veranda, I looked at the pictures of the great men.

Imagine the scene of ancestors fighting bloody battles with the enemy for the country and people.

The two of them also became excited.

"I really hope that one day, like Mr. Shen, I can fight to the death with the enemy in the vast world like Mr. Shen."

Li Lei said excitedly, his eyes shining, as if he had imagined that scene.

"As a monk, exploring the mystery of the original Dharma is our nature. You can be born as a citizen of Xuan Kingdom and have the responsibility to protect the country and safeguard the people. Now, many people have forgotten this."

Qiao Yuan looked at the portrait of Shen Gong and said in a long tone.

Li Lei was beside him. When he heard this, his originally a little fanatical mood also became cold. He thought of some rumors he heard in the academy.

"Old Qiao, what do you mean by...?"

Li Lei also frowned, probably because he had thought of something unhappy.

I heard that over the years, it has not been very peaceful in the high-ranking Xuanguo court.

Because of some things, it seems that the senior leaders of Xuanguo have been divided into two factions and have a tit-for-tat trend.

Shen Gong, and famous and powerful monks and forces from all over the Xuan Kingdom, were all involved and had to choose to take sides.

No one can protect himself.

Even in recent days, I have heard that the two sides have become more and more powerful in the fight.

"You must have heard something. Remember, the rumors are not credible. The situation above is changing turbulently and difficult to figure out. It's not something you and I can guess at will."

When Qiao Yuan saw Li Lei's distracted look, he felt that his little head was thinking about a palace drama of millions of words.

Then he called him back.

After Li Lei's thoughts were interrupted, he shook his head and said:

"Yes, no matter how fierce the battles are, what can we do? We are just small spiritual mirror monks. The breath of the big guys will probably blow us away."

"No matter how dissatisfied with some people's actions, I feel that it is unfair, but what's the use of my little Li Lei's voice? After entering the world of cultivation, I know very well that only strength is everything.

Li Lei sighed, and he became a little extremely melancholy as he spoke.

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. They are fighting for crossing, and you and I have not set sail."

"Sometimes I think that the original method is ever-changing, and the endless mysteries are still waiting for the monks to explore. Why do you still fight to the death and fight endlessly?"

While talking, Qiao Yuan took out an old-looking notebook from his arms and gently stroked the book cover.

"As you told me before, since we entered the realm of practice, we have no choice but to stand high and go far enough, we can become free and no one can restrain us anymore."

Li Lei used what Qiao Yuan had said to him before and enlightened Qiao Yuan.

"But save an inch of land and keep it for your descendants to farm. The responsibilities that you and my monks should bear for their family and country should not be forgotten, nor should they be forgotten."
Chapter completed!