Cui Dongshan stepped across the academy gate in one step, closed his eyes and raised his head, his face full of intoxication, "How many years have you not been able to breathe this awe-inspiring righteousness without being a god in the fifth realm?"

Cui Dongshan opened his eyes, snapped his fingers, and Donghua Mountain became a world of its own in an instant, "Close the door first and beat the dog."

Then he took one step forward, and the next step was to his own courtyard, rubbing his hands and laughing, "Then it's time to beat the dog. Senior Sister is very knowledgeable in what she says. If you want to beat, just beat the wildest dog."

Thanks to Lin Shouyi, who had already passed out and was suddenly thrown into the small world again.

Even though Yu Lu was in the golden body state, he couldn't move.

Shi Rou's current situation is the most ridiculous, because she has the remains of an immortal, and relatively speaking, her soul is not easily washed away by the long river of time in the small world.

But after eating the Lihuo Flying Sword in his stomach, the flying sword was like a cage in a thunder pond, running around like a headless fly.

This caused Shi Rou, who was blocking the window, to flutter forward and backward in the air, tossing around.

Seeing Shi Rou's behavior, Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes. Feeling that he was being embarrassed, he stretched out a palm and patted the air lightly.

Shi Rou's entire immortal body was photographed into the green bamboo corridor, and the floor was broken into countless pieces.

A slap that seemed to be an understatement directly knocked out Shi Rou's soul and consciousness hiding in the body.

Cui Dongshan stepped on Shi Rou's abdomen, and Shi Rou accidentally hit her. The Lihuo Feijian, which "thrown itself into a trap", immediately stopped and became quiet.

Cui Dongshan squatted down and was about to "pick up" the flying sword of good quality from Shi Rou's abdomen using secret techniques.

On the road outside the small courtyard, the Nascent Soul sword cultivator drew a long rainbow and fled to the west of Donghua Mountain. Seeing that the opportunity was not good, he confirmed that killing anyone was already a luxury, and he was even willing to abandon his flying sword.

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Cui Dongshan yawned and stood up, "Fortunately Mao Xiaodong is not in the academy, otherwise he, a saint of the academy, would be so ashamed that he would dig a hole and bury himself in it if he saw the next scene."

On the edge of the academy's small world to the west of Donghua Mountain, a golden statue dozens of feet tall appeared. He was a Confucian priest who accompanied the saint.

The sword cultivator was so frightened that he immediately flew away to the north.

There is also a golden body of Dharma accompanying the saint, standing between heaven and earth.

Probably because Cui Dongshan was not very patient today and did not want to play cat-and-mouse with the sword cultivator, he erected two statues of gods in the east and south at the same time.

The sword cultivator gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed straight towards the dome of the academy's small world.

On the top of Donghua Mountain, the tallest statue appeared, which turned out to be the image of an old Confucian named Cui Chan, the master of the Great Li Kingdom. He stretched out his big golden hand and directly grabbed the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator. After tightening his grip, there was a rumble in his palm

, like thunder rolling away from the palm of a god.

A young man in white clothes stood on the shoulders of the old Xiuhu Dharma Prime Minister. He was as rich as jade. He rubbed the red mole between his eyebrows and slowly waited for the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator to be gradually eroded by the abundant spiritual energy of Donghua Mountain.

Of course, that old guy is willing to burn the boat and destroy the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul in one fell swoop. If Cui Dongshan doesn't stop him, the only thing that will be damaged is Donghua Mountain's cultural fortune and aura.

However, Cui Dongshan still hopes to squeeze out some small advantages from the hands of this Nascent Soul monk, such as... the natal flying sword that was temporarily isolated in the belly of a pair of immortal remains.

Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the small courtyard.

That white deer was indeed the spiritual creature around Zhao Shi, the sour scholar, but it was just cast by an expert using a secret technique.

As for the old master who was caught in the palm of the golden body, it was naturally not Zhao Shi.

Although Zhao Shi was the master of a secular academy, he did not have the aptitude for spiritual practice, and his knowledge did not reach the realm of heaven and man. One day, he "read to the point of understanding with the saints", and suddenly he could become a scholar of his own.

Xiaodongtian, so how could he suddenly become an extremely rare Yuanying sword cultivator. In Aquarius Continent, there are only a handful of Yuanying sword cultivators.

This poor immortal who could not be assassinated, even if Cui Dongshan thought with his butt and guessed with his knees, he knew that he would not be a local monk from Aquarius Continent.

Most likely they were the dead soldiers who followed Zhang Dai, the new champion of the Sui Dynasty.

The direct descendants of the Zongheng family travel around the world secretly in various identities, and there are often one or two high monks around them who serve as death warriors.

Cui Dongshan sat down cross-legged and tutted: "You are a fast runner and can kill two birds with one stone. It is a good plan. The Song family of Da Li and the Gao family of Da Sui have planned a plan for you together. You have the same style as I did back then. We should really work hard

It's just a chat, you think, it almost ruined my big deal, why don't I put your soul into the skin of a girl, and I won't take your surname? Well, she must be a yellow girl! I want you to know a big man

He who bleeds but doesn’t shed tears is actually not a hero at all.”

Cui Dongshan seemed to be chattering, but in fact half of his attention was on the palm of the Dharma Prime Minister's hand, and the other half was in Shi Rou's belly.

For such dead soldiers who show up, there is no need to torture them at all, and they will never carry anything with them that could reveal any clues.

Does Cui Dongshan have to keep an eye on the Lihuo Flying Sword carefully?

Although he has countless magic weapons, who in the world would still dislike having too much money?

Even though the sword cultivator Yuanying didn't have his own flying sword to control, his combat power was still extremely impressive. He used his Yang God body to smash the golden body's fist, and then the Yin God came out of the body, and the three of them each chose a direction.

Escape.

Among them, the real body, which was seriously injured and seemed to be running the slowest, suddenly drew an arc from lightning, fell sharply, and landed in the small courtyard. He still refused to give up on the assassination.

Cui Dongshan, who was still sitting on the shoulders of the Dharma Prime Minister, sighed, "Compete with me in conspiracy and conspiracy. Your good grandson will have to kowtow in front of your ancestors."

The far-traveling Yin God was enchanted by a Confucian saint in the corresponding direction. He clasped his hands together and beat them into powder. The agitated and scattered spiritual energy was regarded as a compensation for Donghua Mountain.

The outer body of the Yang God was thrown into the academy lake by another saint's golden body. The Dharma image stepped down and splashed huge waves, trampling the outer body into pieces.

The old Yuanying, who had lost his soul and had no flying sword to control, was about to blow up a golden elixir and wanted to drag the whole yard with him to be buried with him.

But the old man suddenly froze.

The Immortal Flying Sword "Golden Autumn" that Cui Dongshan won from playing chess and gambling with others in the past was driven into the old man's golden elixir and was shattered.

Then the old man's body was "covered" with strange black and gold characters, which were slightly different from the upright gold characters that Mao Xiaodong used when he was in charge of Xiaotiandi.

Cui Dongshan stood in front of this "Zhao Shi", wiped it on the old man's face, took off a bloody piece of Mohist's secret high-quality "dough," and then peeled off the layer of skin that belonged to the old man's true face with his fingertips.

After shaking for a few times, he shook off the blood and minced meat, put it into his sleeve, looked up at the terrifying "face" with visible bones, and said with a smile: "Thank you, help me make a small profit."

The old man could no longer speak. Not only was his skin shattered like tightly cut porcelain, but even his eyeballs were full of cracks and shattered. The old man could only feel the deep stirrings in his soul, filled with hatred and unwillingness.

Cui Dongshan widened his eyes, took a step forward, and stared at the man, "Why do you want to kill me with your eyes? Come on, come on, I'll give you a chance!"

A moment later, Cui Dongshan flicked the opponent's forehead with his finger. The old man, whose vitality had been completely cut off, flew backwards and turned into a cloud of blood rain in the air.

Cui Dongshan stood in the courtyard and walked towards the main room. He passed by Xie Xie who fell to the ground and fainted, and said angrily: "That's a useless thing."

He kicked Xie Xie and hit the wall.

Yu Lu stood there with a wry smile.

Cui Dongshan passed him by and said angrily: "I don't even care to talk about you."

Near the stairs.

Cui Dongshan slapped his head, remembering that his husband was coming soon with Mao Xiaodong, he quickly grabbed Xie and "placed" Xie's figure on the green bamboo corridor. Cui Dongshan ran over and squatted next to her.

In front of her, he reached out and touched her face.

In the end, it turned into a thank you with a smile.

Cui Dongshan looked at it and was quite satisfied with his workmanship, but the more he looked at it, the more angry he became. He slapped Xie Xie on the face to wake him up. Before Xie Xie could speak in a daze, he knocked him out with another palm, "

The smile just now is more pleasing to the eye."

Another round of tinkering.

Thank you for continuing to sit with that smile.

Cui Dongshan confirmed that Shi Rou was in a coma. The Lihuo Flying Sword in her belly was trembling sadly, and there was no possibility of breaking out of the cage for the time being.

Then he raised his hands high and clapped his hands heavily.

The Academy Xiaotiandi in Donghua Mountain was removed.

Zhu Lian returned to the courtyard and sat beside the stone bench. He lowered his head and glanced at his abdomen. He felt a little regretful. The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator had his hands tied and his own injuries were not severe enough. It was estimated that neither side had enjoyed the fight well enough.

Cui Dongshan ran into the main room, knocked on the study door, and said flatteringly: "Little treasure bottle, guess who I am?"

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Not to mention Cai Feng, Miao Ren and others, even the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was kept in the dark by an insidious assassination, and it ended like this.

Everyone in the academy began to clean up the mess in an orderly manner after Mao Xiaodong told several deputy mountain chiefs and old masters in his heart.

At the entrance of the academy, Mao Xiaodong and Chen Pingan were walking side by side on the hillside.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "One day, you can also protect the people you care about, and protect them in that courtyard. The wind and rain outside, and the changing mountains and rivers, will not hurt them at all. Of course, when you grow up,

, walked out of that courtyard, unless someone is too unreasonable, let the children of the younger generation eat the consequences they deserve. They should cry when they should and bleed when they should bleed. Otherwise, no matter how old you are, you will never truly live your whole life.

grow up."

Mao Xiaodong said with emotion: "As a parent, as a teacher, if you are not able to take care of anyone for the rest of your life, if you are as knowledgeable as the sage master, can you take care of all the sentient beings in the world? You can't take care of them."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "That's the truth."

When Mao Xiaodong thought about meeting the man named Cui, he became very angry.

Mao Xiaodong was silent for a long time, walking on the broken road outside the small courtyard, and suddenly said some words that surprised Chen Pingan.

"I feel that the place where problems are least likely to occur is not on the Dragon Throne, or even on the mountain. It is in the classrooms of all schools in the world. If something goes wrong here, it will be difficult to save."

"Those poor scholars with no hope of success and teachers who may hear cocks crowing and dogs barking every day determine the future of a country."

"Cui Dongshan, or Cui Chan, did countless great and dirty things in the Great Li Dynasty, both on stage and behind the scenes. In my opinion, there is only one thing that even the Holy Master cannot find fault with.

In the Great Li Dynasty, Cui Chan, the national teacher, pursued the purpose of "the country will be prosperous, and the master must be respected". To this end, he introduced many policies to treat teachers favorably, and personally watched local officials and included the matter in the local evaluation to determine official promotions.
To be continued...