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After waking up, Luo Changfeng did not think about the consequences of his identity being exposed to the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong and the Great Yan Empire, nor did he think about whether it would bring disaster to the academy.

He was too late.

Then I felt that I had endured such a catastrophe.

Every word of Wuxiang Daozong is like a knife that cuts off Luo Changfeng's incomplete heart.

The sound came like thunder.

The thunder echoed in his mind completely woke him up.

The tears in the corners of his eyes were not dry, but he had to start not to think about this issue seriously.

He had infinite love and respect for the academy, infinite gratitude and respect for Wuxiang Daozong and his senior brother, and practiced with the ten sons to learn to get rid of the enemy even when he was a quarrel, which made him unforgettable in his life.

The academy is beautiful.

It is as beautiful as the teacher said, it is a pure holy place in the world.

How could he allow the innocent academy that he would be associated with, and became the demon sect in the eyes of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, the Great Yan Empire, and even the entire world?

He can't!

So, he is leaving!

He knew that he would leave sooner or later, and he had always known since he arrived at Mount Bodhi in the early autumn of that year! But why did he feel so sad and so wronged when he was leaving before his eyes?

"You are seriously injured and wake up. I will allow you to rest in the academy for a few days. In a few days, your senior brother will send you to Zhongzhou. Your life is saved by the old man Tianji, so the burden of whether this can be preserved should naturally come from Tianji Pavilion.

bear."

"After going down the mountain, you are no longer my formless person! The academy has no relationship with you anymore! He has no relationship with him in life and death..."

Luo Changfeng knelt in front of the door.

He wanted to hear the teacher's final advice.

Even if there is no longer a master or disciple.

But for a long time, I couldn't hear any voice from the teacher again.

The wind and snow seemed to want to bury him.

He closed his eyes in a deep understanding, tears dripped, and then bowed his head and kowtowed!

Take in and protect your kindness!

Second, I am grateful to teach the teachings and teachings!

Three kowtows to death and rebirth!

Luo Changfeng kowtowed three times, and he knelt in front of the door and sobbed. He buried his forehead deep in the snow and didn't want to get up.

His palm pressed into the snow pile, then he held it tightly, holding the snow all over his hands!

That is the snow that never melts in the Forgetful River!

Huangfu Yi stood silently in the courtyard, looking at his junior brother who was extremely sad and overly painful, and he felt bad.

At first he didn't understand the teacher's approach.

But now he feels he understands.

He would personally escort his junior brother to Zhongzhou Tianji Pavilion...

In the lake behind the purple bamboo forest, a row of bamboo rafts floated out of the Forgetful River of the Forgetful River of the First Queen.

Huangfu Yi took Luo Changfeng to the shore.

The spring breeze blows on the face and the bamboo forest sways.

Luo Changfeng turned around and said, "Senior Brother, I want to... walk around alone."

Huangfu Yi was stunned for a moment, then he gave a few words of advice, and then said nothing.

Luo Changfeng walked alone.

After passing through the purple bamboo forest, you will arrive at the outer courtyard of the academy.

It was dusk, and all the students from the Six-character Sect of the Academy's Outer College happened to be dismissed one after another.

Today, Japan is a common day for academy practice. If you say it is special, it may be that the spring breeze and the blue sky are refreshing compared to the cold winter that has just passed.

This is how the students of the Six-character Sect in the Outer College thought.

But they had just finished class, but they met the uncle of the academy master on the road shaded by the spring willows on both sides! The uncle of the uncle of the master who was seriously injured and fainted for a whole year in the Forgetful River!

So many six-character students from the outer courtyard of the academy looked at Luo Changfeng's extremely slow figure and were stunned.

Then they saluted Luo Changfeng together.

Said respectfully: "Minister Uncle."

Master uncle!

Luo Changfeng does not have much concept of this honorific title.

In fact, before he was seriously injured and fainted, whether he had just entered the Sichuan sect and was accepted as an apprentice by Wuxiang Dao Sect, or he ranked eleven times in Dixuan, or he had been discussing Taoism with the Eight Hundred Sects.

Those so-called arrogant geniuses in Tiandong even beat Di Xuan Er... Before he fainted from serious injury, the identity of the uncle of the junior teacher was a false name that the entire academy would not recognize, no matter whether they were new or old, or the inner or outer academy.

Even if someone called him the uncle of his junior master, it was just a matter of his senior brother's majesty.

Luo Changfeng knew this very well.

Of course, he hopes to be recognized by students from the colleges and students from the colleges and to become the uncle of the junior teacher whom they truly admire and admire.

He has been working hard for this.

At the Eight Hundred Sects of Taoism, he used his strength to prove a fact.

Regardless of talent or cultivation level, the fact that the academy students will not be weaker than the genius of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong.

He has done his best.

He thought he had failed in the end, but he did not expect that he would see this scene after a year of fainting.

All the students of the academy were respectfully respectful when they saw him along the way.

It is a kind of junior gift that only sees in senior brothers.

Luo Changfeng's movements were very slow, and he really looked like a scholar without any power.

He returned the favor one by one.

Thinking that he finally gained recognition from the students of the Six-character Sect of the Academy for their identity and strength of the uncle of the junior teacher.

After a year of fainting, after he has lost his cultivation, after he is about to be expelled from the academy by his teacher!

There was a bitter feeling in my heart.

After leaving the Six-character Gate of the Outer Courtyard, Luo Changfeng went to Bodhi Garden.

He wanted to see Xueer.

From the first moment he opened his eyes, he wanted to see Xueer. But Xueer had left the academy and left for a long time.

After saying goodbye to Dean Zhuang, Luo Changfeng followed the mountain road to the seventeen mirrored platforms in the inner courtyard.

He went to the courtyard to find Jiangmanlou, but found that his companions were not there. He thought that perhaps the third mirror platform in the inner courtyard, so he climbed the mountain all the way.

Jiangmanlou is indeed located in the inner courtyard with a mirror table.

Since the Shizi's companions left the academy and dropped out of school, he was the only one who was guarding the third mirror platform.

The fierce competition between the six-character gate of the academy and the seventeen illuminated mirror stages in the inner courtyard is happening all the time, and the order between the illuminated mirror stages has been changing continuously this year. Even the second place where Li Xingyun is located

The mirror platform changed completely after Li Xingyun, Su Xiaofan and others left the academy.

There is only one exception.

That exception is the third mirror platform in the inner courtyard of the academy.

There are no more ten-school comrades on the third mirror platform.

There is only one person from the inside to the outside.

Only Jiang Manlou guards the mirror platform of his comrades' comrades' hands and feet.

But I have never suffered a defeat!

During this year, Jiang Manlou relied on his ink attack to make all eleven groups of ten comrades who were coveting the third mirror platform return.

Now, it is the twelfth round.

On the third mirror platform, Jiang Man Tower faced ten, confronting the figures of the Ten Academy students who came to challenge.

He held an exquisitely crafted iron fan in his hand.

The fan blocked the setting sun, and he looked up at the sky.

The setting sun was like fire and made him feel inexplicably hot.

He seemed a little impatient.

After closing the iron fan, he had a wave of his arms, and the fan in his palm turned into a long sword.

He raised his sword and pointed at the ten people opposite him.

He said lazily: "Don't waste time. I want to go back and take a shower earlier and watch the sunset with Yu Zhongtang...you guys, let's go together."