Heavy rain,

Along the path, it gathers into wisps of fine water flows slowly down the muddy path to the bottom of the mountain.

Jiang Mu looked around,

There were not many people in his eyes, but he felt that within a radius of ten miles, there were at least thirty cultivators in the Heavenly Realm.

It's worthy of being Kyoto,

It was indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and this fight was a lot of shock.

"Everyone, come back. The students in the academy still have to attend classes, so it is not convenient to entertain guests!"

As Jiang Mu finished speaking,

The masters left one after another.

The only one left was the Jixia Academy and the other teachers stood at the entrance of the academy.

Jiang Mu looked at the teachers and sighed slightly. He saw so many celestial monks all at once, and then looked at his academy. No matter how he looked, he felt a little bad.

Just then,

He heard an urgent voice:

"Director Jiang, I know I'm wrong!"

At that moment, Jiang Mu couldn't help laughing.

This Wu Sheng was a great master who entered the Tao with painting and was recognized by the world as the saint of painting. If this world had not been very particular about the word "Saint", this person could be called "Saint of Painting".

After being knocked on a hammer, he recognized his mistake like a child.

Smiling slightly, Jiang Mu looked at the teachers, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go back to class!"

After saying that, he turned around and took a step, instantly merged into the world and disappeared without a trace.

At the entrance of Jixia Academy,

Those teachers, look at me and I look at you,

They all bowed and said, "Greatly send me the Dean!"

a long time,

These teachers walked down the mountain and dealt with Zhao Shanhe's body.

Looking at this great master who had been famous all over the world for many years, he explained to Jixia Academy in this way. For a moment, the teachers were filled with emotion.

After today,

The reputation of Jixia Academy should be taken to a higher level.

Whether it is the surging court or the surging world, it is undeniable that power is always something worth talking about.

A powerful dean who can kill the gods with one finger can make the Jixia Academy not overlooked no matter when.

Especially now that Jixia Academy was first built,

Whether it is a college teacher or a student, I still don’t have much confidence in my heart. Although everyone knows that behind Jixia Academy is Emperor Qin Zhao, this is indeed a powerful backer.

Reliability always comes from oneself and the most confident one.

…………

Outside the gate of Lin'an City,

Wu Sheng stared nervously at the wooden stick hanging above his head, soaked and covered in mud. The flowing white hair had long been washed away by the mud and water, and the desolate white hair was completely washed away by the mud and water.

The immortal style and the Taoist bones do not exist,

Especially with a big bag on his head and Qin Wanli was constantly mocking him next to him, which made Wu Sheng feel desperate to die.

Qin Wanli looked around the wooden stick for a long time.

Amazing,

He didn't expect that just such a wooden stick would have such powerful power, which would leave a great master with no power to fight back.

"What a magical realm is this realm of no distance? So what if it is compared to the rumored land gods?"

For Jiang Mu's current realm,

Qin Wanli had asked, but Jiang Mu said it was inaccessible.

But Qin Wanli is also a great master of the generation. He has read countless classics and has no description of the realm of inseparable distance. It is only a description of the Confucian supernatural powers that are just a small inference.

Moreover, the inaccessible story mentioned in Confucian classics is just a magical secret technique.

It is not the state of practice at all.

However, now, the infinite realm displayed by Jiang Mu is not just a magical power that can be explained.

It's more like an unprecedented state of practice.

…………

It was raining heavily,

Qin Wanli looked at the wooden stick with interest, while Wu Sheng was half lying in the puddle, staring at the wooden stick without moving.

At the city gate,

A figure slowly appeared, wearing a white dress, walking in the rain, the wind was light and clouds were light. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, but the cement was not stained with mud. He came out of the city with a smile.

Wu Sheng had never seen Jiang Mu.

But he recognized Jiang Mu's identity as soon as he saw Jiang Mu. He really couldn't think of anyone else who could have such a charm.

It's no joke.

The great master was still buzzing in his head.

"Director Jiang, President Jiang, I know I'm wrong."

Wu Sheng had never thought about the rank of a great master or the style of a master.

He didn't feel embarrassed either.

Although he is also a great master with a reputation and is no less than three times older than Jiang Mu, he feels that it is really not embarrassing to admit defeat in front of Jiang Mu.

What age and what generation do you mean?

Can it be higher than the literary saint of the generation?

It’s not embarrassing to admit defeat in front of the saint.

Jiang Mu slowly walked to Wu Sheng, gently pulled a few grasses from the ground and kneaded them together, condensed a straw rope, then took off the wooden stick and tied it to his waist.

The stick was taken,

But Wu Sheng still dared not move.

Jiang Mu looked at Wu Sheng and asked, "Which country are you from?"

Wu Sheng rubbed the big bag on his head and said, "Qi Sheng Jiang, the younger generation was born in Liang State and grew up in Chen State. After that, he traveled to various countries. If you want to talk about which country it is, you really don't know."

Jiang Mu nodded and said, "No wonder he is so idle, he is still here to join in the fun."

Wu Sheng hurriedly said: "I know my mistake and will never meddle in other people's business again. Find a place to support my old age and spend the rest of my life safely. Please help Jiang Sheng!"

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "Accurate."

Wu Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and bowed: "Thank you, Sheng Jiang, for not killing!"

Jiang Mu waved his hand and said, "Let me finish my words."

Wu Sheng hurriedly lowered his head.

Jiang Mu thought for a while and said, "As the saying goes, death sentences can be avoided. Whether you are trying to repay your kindness or loyalty, you are here in Lin'an today and have caused trouble for me. The punishment you should have must be. Otherwise, everyone in the world can come to see my unhappiness in the future."

Wu Sheng's mouth twitched,

If I had known that you were so strong, how could I have come?

Return to the future,

I still want to know if there are a few people in the world who dare to come alone to find you if you are happy after today.

Isn’t that the old birthday boy hangs him and he hates his life for a long time?

but,

Although Wu Sheng kept complaining in his heart, he still said respectfully on the surface: "Please give Jiang Sheng advice!"

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "That's it. A few months ago, Master Qi Nian from Lanke Temple also came to find me unhappy. He was suppressed by Senior Qin in our Jixia Academy for ten years. I'll give you a discount. You have good painting skills. There are many students who practice Taoism in my academy. You can teach them how to draw. You can leave after five years of teaching. How about it?"

how?

What else can it be?

Wu Sheng felt regretful, but now he has no choice?
Chapter completed!