Tianyu Academy is worthy of being a college in the capital and even the Tang Dynasty. After Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang entered the hospital, their eyes were almost dull.

With a wide campus, several magnificent buildings are located in irregular shapes, with unique roof eaves and corners. There are also various ancient pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner. The mottled walls and ancient atmosphere all tell the story of time.

In the pavilion, on the lawn, by the lake, there are robes made by young men and women, in groups of three, in circles of five, or in a big talk, or in a boxing and sword tests, mixed with words and lyrics, or the girl’s beautiful laughter, which is a picture of youthfulness.

The two of them looked at the scene in front of them and were very envious. They thought to themselves that this is what an academy should have. I guess the Luofeng Academy was like this in front of them. No! It should be more brilliant than it is!

I wonder when Luofeng Academy will return to the student garden and the glory of youthful former glory?

The two of them wandered around the campus for a long time, but they were really confused. They wanted to find someone to ask. The young men and women were all in groups, and they were chatting and laughing so hard that they could have the leisure to pay attention to them.

The two of them wandered around for a while, and finally met a single student, so they had the nerve to come forward and ask if the other party knew about Murong Qianfan’s information.

The student heard Murong Qianfan's name and had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Zhao Hanyu and the others for a long time, but he still told the truth. On the second floor of Building A, there was a mark of No. 28 on the door. After saying that, he pointed to the southwest.

Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang looked at each other, with joy on their faces. They turned around and nodded to the student, and then rushed straight away.

The student was a little confused and looked back at the backs of Zhao Hanyu and the others while walking.

The two found Building A, came to the second floor, and walked to the door of Room 28. Before they knocked on the door, they heard Murong Qianfan's voice coming.

"Uncle Ke, I'm almost suffocating and annoyed! Why are there so many idiots in this academy? There are not many normal people!"

"Young Master, don't be impatient. Wait until the afternoon class is off, can I accompany you to the city for a walk?"

"Uncle Ke, we won't come to these empty people. I want to go out to find Zhao Hanyu now, that kid is just a confrontation with me. Moreover, that kid is also an idiot! Don't resist if you are bullied in other academys, I have to go and have a look."

Zhao Hanyu and the others heard the voices getting closer and closer. As soon as they finished speaking, the door opened with a "creak".

As soon as Murong Qianfan looked up, he saw Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang with wonderful expressions. He was as if he had seen a ghost, and could not speak.

When the two of them pushed him into the house and closed the door, he shouted in surprise: "How did you find this place?"

The two of them did not answer and saluted Lao Ke, who was standing by the couch. Lao Ke was also surprised when he saw them, and nodded with a smile on his face.

Zhao Hanyu turned his head and smiled, "Are you still afraid that I will be bullied? Not bad, I'm quite conscientious."

Murong Qianfan glared at him, then looked at Ximen Guang, and asked with a smile: "Big Monkey, how are you doing in Qingxu Villa? Have you found the mother monkey?"

Ximen Guang's eyes were as big as a copper bell and said loudly: "Don't call me a big monkey! I'm not in that academy anymore, I'm with Zhao Hanyu."

Murong Qianfan was a little surprised and asked, "What's going on?"

He thought about it again that sometimes everyone hadn't seen each other and there were many problems, so he said to Lao Ke: "Uncle Ke, please go to Yutingxuan first to ask for a private room to facilitate our conversation, and we will arrive later."

Lao Ke smiled and agreed. The three of them walked and chatted, and their pace was very slow.

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Tens of thousands of miles away from the capital Chang'an, directly west, there is an eternal frozen sacred mountain called Tanggula Mountain.

Not far southwest of the foot of the sacred mountain, there is a peaceful and peaceful holy lake with blue blue seasons.

This is one of the holy places of the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions and the closest gateway to Central Earth.

There is a temple surrounded by prayer flags and red walls and golden roofs by the lake. Canaan, one of the two priests guarding the holy land, lives in it. Its status is second only to the living Buddhas within the Buddha Sect.

The upper class of the Buddha sect existed like a god in the hearts of the people of the Western Regions, or in other words, the incarnation of the Buddha, with unimaginable great supernatural powers and great wisdom.

For tens of thousands of years, countless people have been extremely pious, and have done all their wealth and strength to support this sect, and have contributed endless power of faith.

The dawn of the Western Regions came a little later than that of the Middle Earth. At this time, the morning light was not revealed and the surroundings were pitch black.

A fog swam around the lake and the temple, adding a different kind of mystery and solemnity.

In front of the open space of the temple, a group of monks wearing half-sleeved shirts and oblique shoulders stood up in their hands, silently reciting the Heart Sutra mantra.

A car with gold and jade inlays was led by two strong snowy yaks and slowly drove to the front of everyone.

A female voice in the car asked, "Can the Lord deliver the treasure?"

The voice is a little dull, but when you listen carefully, you will feel a little bit of demonic in your sweetness and a little bit of charm in your softness. Just by the sound, you will have the magic power to upend all living beings.

A monk took a step forward and replied with great respect, "Report to the Virgin, the delivery has been made."

The female voice in the car spoke again: "Since the civil servants and military personnel are ready, then go on the road. The journey to Zhongdi is long, so don't miss the Double Ninth Festival."

The monks agreed in unison, and the ten monks opened the way first, leaving ten behind, quietly set out from the holy lake and headed eastward.

A monk behind the car was staggering his footsteps, with a piece of white cloth covering his head, as if he had any injuries on his face?

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On the hill behind the lakeside, the morning breeze was strong, and two old monks, one tall and one short, were watching the monks go east.

The tallest monk on the left was Venerable Canaan. He sighed and asked slowly, "Senior Brother Dandong, do you think the Virgin is sure of going here?"

The old monk named "Dandong" also sighed and replied: "I don't know. The powerful people in the Middle Earth continent are like clouds, and they are cunning and wise. For more than ten years, the baby has never revealed any traces, and the living Buddha has never revealed the scene at that time. How can we find a needle in such a haystack?"

The Venerable Canaan pondered for a moment and said, "We are very clear about the Virgin's thoughts. She bypassed us and attracted several powerful men from the Upside-down Temple with the colorful sutras. She thought that this would make the first contribution in Middle-earth, and even wanted to kill Gu Qingcheng? This might be contrary to the original intention of the Living Buddha to send everyone to the east?"

The old monk from Dandong smiled and said, "Since the colorful sutras are in her hands, it is clear that the living Buddha did not object, so let her go."

Venerable Canaan was a little puzzled: "Senior brother doesn't seem to care much?"

The old monk from Dandong turned his head and looked at him, Zhengrong asked: "Whether it is looking for Zi Xuanyu's whereabouts or implementing future plans, the sword and gun of Zhongtu are always a powerful obstacle in front of us. Please ask yourself, how about those two people?"

The Venerable Canaan pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "Although I look down on everything and despise the world, I can't say what I want to say in person that is better than Gu Qingcheng and Xie Wuji and the other two."

The old monk from Dandong nodded slowly and said after a while: "Maybe one day, we will meet those two people. I have imagined that battle no less than a thousand times. At the beginning, each had his own strengths and his own jealousy. Then he used his own skillful skills and magical moves. When the magical tricks and weapons were exhausted on the spot, he would eventually return to the desperate battle that relied on his true energy to fight, and he would discuss victory or defeat..."

The old monk Dandong was silent for a long time before he slowly came to a conclusion, "Only geniuses know..."

Venerable Canaan also imagined the seemingly destined bloody battle in his mind, and the turbulence in his heart.

The old monk Dandong's hands, with ten fingers behind him, changed a few times, formed a handprint, and a light golden light appeared, condensed into a shape of ten thousand characters, with violent energy hidden in it.

Venerable Canaan felt the terrifying power in the seal that seemed to be able to break the sky and the earth. After sighing, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The senior brother's realm is becoming more and more pure, which is gratifying."

The old monk from Dandong laughed and said nothing.

The Venerable Canaan thought for a while and said, "Several old acquaintances from the snowy field in Mobei will also come to Middle Earth. I wonder if the first round of suppression, Xie and Gu can handle it."

The old monk from Dandong shook his head and said, "This move is just a trick with the tiger. The Virgin knows very well. If you want to avenge the disfigurement of the land, outsiders will never be reliable. However, there are introductions there, planning a few more times, surrounding and killing several times, and there will always be a time to kill them all."

When the Venerable Canaan heard this, he nodded repeatedly and agreed.

The old monk Dandong was silent for a long time, and his expression was extremely heavy: "As long as there are no characters like those in the Battle of the Spin Shadow Forest three hundred years ago in the Middle Earth, the plan of our Buddhist sect will be accomplished! May my Buddha protect you, and God fulfill your wish."

A look of fear flashed across the face of the Canaan Master, and he was still scared. He thought for a long time before saying, "Yes, that man... is really terrible. Fortunately, he died in the end. Although we failed to kill him with our own hands, he died in the end."

The old monk from Dandong looked at the red sky in the east and said with emotion: "The most magnificent war in a thousand years is about to begin. I wonder how many old acquaintances will be left after this battle? Can we return to our hometown after countless years of expectations? The time we left was too long, so long that I could almost remember the appearance of my hometown."

The Venerable Canaan stopped talking and stood side by side with the old monk Dandong, looking east.

The Virgin's carriage and the monks accompanying him had already gone far away and could not be seen.
Chapter completed!