Chapter 112: First

Chapter 112: First

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

I'm so stupid, really.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with a long scroll on his knees, Qiao Wan thought deeply.

After living for so long, this is the second time that Qiao Wan realizes that she is a 24K pure evil pen.

She... **** it.

Recalling the scenes in his mind, Qiao Wan's eyes were dull, and she covered her face with grief and anger.

She meow, what did she do!

Not far from the broken wooden bed, there were several scholars who were practicing Qi gathered around and whispered.

"The mountain chief has been there for so long, shouldn't the mountain chief brought by Li Shishu be a fool?"

"Our little broken academy is already miserable enough. If there is another stupid mountain chief, is there really a way to survive?"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk suddenly walked in from the door, followed by a girl in green clothes.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Li!"

As soon as the man entered the room, several scholars immediately looked serious, held a scroll in their hands, and started to study while shaking their heads.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent..."

"Vote for me with papaya, return it with Qiongju..."

The mouth said no, but the body was very honest, and the eyes glanced in the direction of the man one by one.

The man was like an evil spirit, and the blue cloth was rolling. In the sound of reading, "Uncle Li" went all the way to Qiao Wan, sat down, and asked in a deep voice.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyelids and glanced around the person's face.

This is a middle-aged cultivator with short beards under his jaw, a clear face, and a spirit hidden in his eyes.

The man was very straight, neatly dressed, his hair was meticulously combed in the jade crown, and the moustache at the corner of his lips was meticulously groomed.

It can be seen that this is a very strict and self-disciplined person.

Qiao Wan knew that this person was called Li Juing, and it was the person in front of him and a girl named Lu Yao who picked her up from the mountain road.

Before she fainted, the male voice she heard came from the monk in front of her.

"Promise me a request and I'll save you..."

"It can also help you resolve the magic..."

"Be the head of our academy..."

When he woke up, Qiao Wan was packed and stuffed into this small shabby wooden house. The wounds on his body had been bandaged, the blood hole in his chest was sprinkled with medicine, wrapped in a clean white cloth, and he knew that he was in. When he was struggling on the brink of death, he successfully signed a blood contract with this middle-aged cultivator named Li Ping, the magical girl, Abu, and Shanchang.

According to the girl in green clothes, they are all disciples of the Injustice Academy, and it doesn't matter if they haven't heard of it. It's a small and broken academy anyway.

It was the room where Qiao Wan was lying that verified what the girl in green said.

There was a wooden table with a missing leg, a chair that seemed to be falling apart, dark cotton curtains, and shriveled steamed buns that exuded a strong smell of poverty on the table.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan was even more desperate.

No one knows what her tuba did better than her. She just woke up and the tuba who was implicated by the trumpet also regained her senses.

After realizing this, Qiao Wan decisively anointed the soles of her feet and ran out of the Great Bright Hall, and found an inn to hide.

What the heck, not only did Cen Qingyou not get back, the trumpet had bound a contract with someone, and the trumpet had done such a maddening thing.

Thinking of what Tua had done to the Buddha just now, Qiao Wan wanted to grab the ground with her head.

The magic trick was right at all, she might really have to cleanse her dirty brain before she learned to control her consciousness.

Going back to the Great Hall of Light, I don't dare, I can only sit cross-legged on the little broken bed in the Injustice Academy and think about life.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan felt a toothache, and now she dared not go back if she was given ten courage, especially when she thought of the Buddha's body shaking and unbelievable eyes, Qiao Wan even felt that life was dark and gloomy.

Especially the monk in front of him was still waiting for her answer.

She has lost the slightest impression of signing a blood contract, but when people are at a critical juncture, they will do something impulsive, and she can't guarantee whether she really did it.

Considering that the cultivator in front of him had saved his life after all, Qiao Wan squeezed the scroll in his hand, quickly climbed out of bed, and bowed: "Senior, I have thought about it. This matter is very important. There is no way to hold the important post of the mountain chief and complete the tasks entrusted by the seniors. The seniors should find someone else."

The man said in a low voice, "What if I only want you?"

"You don't have to worry." The green-clothed girl grinned. "Our academy is a serious academy, and it is the right way. Have you read this historical scroll? Don't you believe it?"

Qiao Wan looked down at the scroll in her hand.

The scroll in her hand is called the History Scroll, and basically every sect has such a scroll.

Everyone in the world of self-cultivation has lived for a long time, and the history of the sect is relatively long. A sect that is casually picked out has a history of thousands of years.

In order to cultivate the sense of belonging of the disciples of each sect, each sect basically has such a Han History Scroll, that is, the history book of the sect.

The Injustice Academy that saved her was established before the death of the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm, and it has a history of a hundred years.

There are more than ten images in the history scroll.

The first picture is of a white-haired old man kneeling in front of the snow-swept Dan Xi, taking off his official hat tremblingly, and returning to his hometown.

This is the beginning of the establishment of Inequality Academy.

The second picture shows two or three Confucian scholars, all dressed in white robes and plain shoes, with firm faces. One of the young monks in blue cloth became the head of the academy and built the academy little by little in the troubled times.

The second picture is from the early days of the establishment of the academy. There were only a few people in the entire academy, and most of them were mortals with little spiritual power.

In the third picture, the number of students in the academy gradually increased, including butchering pigs, wood tilers, and selling wreaths for funerals. All walks of life gathered together to practice and study together with candles. People returned to the mortal world to become officials, and some people continued to ask immortals.

Fourth picture…

The fifth...

However, even after so many years of mixing, Buping Academy has not made a name for itself. There are many people, but most of the disciples are still practicing Qi and building foundations, and only a few elders have barely reached the Nascent Soul stage. In the world of comprehension, where there are many sects and talents, Buping Academy is still such an unknown little shrimp.

When the sixth picture is reached, the picture changes again.

"This is the battle between the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm back then."

Joe looked up late.

Li Juing explained in a deep voice.

Looking down again, a fire slowly emerged from the history scroll.

The wind and rain were shaking, dozens of Confucian scholars, stepping on green shoes, carrying a burden, carrying swords, turned around and threw themselves into the battle against the Demon Realm.

And never came back.

The last picture is a fire that burned the Inequality Academy to the ground.

Injustice is heard. At first, it was only a small injustice for one person, and then it was a big injustice for a group of people.

This is the historical scroll of the Injustice Academy, and it is also the epitome of countless small sects in the cultivation world.

Qiao Wan had also seen Kunshan's historical scrolls when she was in the library before. At that time, her senior brother took her to see it. Compared with Kunshan's profound background and magnificent development history, the Injustice Academy is indeed much shabby.

They did not do anything to turn the tide of the battle from beginning to end. Those Confucian scholars who had mud on their feet and were busy with dust, just entered the battlefield, and the next second, they shed blood on the battlefield.

It can be called a nameless cannon fodder.

But in the entire cultivation world, there are indeed many of these unknown little sects. They were ordered to die on the battlefield one after another, and they piled up the victory of the **** battle.

Qiao Wan closed the history scroll, feeling a little sighed in her heart.

But this is not to be a mountain leader casually!

Qiao Wan sat up straight, and answered sincerely: "As the mountain chief, the younger generation really can't do it."

The man did not get angry and asked: "You have signed a blood contract with the academy, do you want to go back on it?"

"Don't worry, I know what you're worrying about." Li Juing glanced at Qiao Wan, "Injustice College is doing the right thing, and I will never do anything that hurts the world."

Qiao Wan: "I just don't understand why it has to be me."

Someone suddenly appeared and insisted on asking you to be the head of their academy. This incident, from the beginning to the end, revealed a strange atmosphere at all!

Li Juing's voice was neither high nor low, and he said, "It is destined that you will inherit this academy."

"Bai inherited an academy, and these disciples can guide you."

The man casually pointed his finger.

In the direction of the fingers, a string of Confucian scholars who were practicing Qi all showed embarrassing but polite smiles.

"The ancient books and Taoism books stored in the academy are also available for you to read at will."

"What don't you want?"

Qiao Wan complained silently in her heart: Although these benefits may sound tempting, it sounds like a nominal legal person who is carrying the blame...

"Since there is no mountain leader, why didn't the seniors do it?"

"I'm not a Confucianist." Li Juing replied calmly: "I'm cultivating the law, and I just said that this academy can only be inherited by you."

Even Qiao Wan had heard stories of Confucianism and the law of death fighting each other, and Taoism was different from each other. It was even more bizarre when a Legalist cultivator was tied to be the leader of the Confucian academy.

The man is very keen, his dark eyes are sharp, and he can almost see what she is thinking at a glance: "No matter Confucianism or law, why not seek a peaceful and prosperous world together."

Glancing at this glance, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, and thinking back to what Li Juing said just now, she felt even more at a loss.

Only her, what does that mean?

But the middle-aged cultivator had no intention of continuing to answer, lowered his eyes, and simply removed the black and white swords behind him.

Qiao Wan: "This is?"

"This is not a punishment, this is a death without forgiveness."

Li Ju pointed out to her one by one.

The first was the small white-sheathed sword.

"This small white-sheathed sword is not a punishment by name."

Then there is the black sheathed great sword.

"This black-sheathed giant sword is called Unforgivable Death."

"Not being punished is often unsheathed. Not pardoning death is unsheathed, and once unsheathed, all will be beheaded."

After speaking, Li Juing waited for the reaction of the boy or girl in front of him.

The house was quiet.

After a while, Qiao Wan's eyes brightened, and she stammered, "Okay... so cool."

Is this the Faxiu? ! It sounds weird, but it's so cool! Salvation or something, that sounds cool too!

Noticing the change in Qiao Wan's expression, Li Juing picked up the sword and stood up: "I'll take you to see another thing, if you're really undecided, then come take a look with me first."

Qiao Wan thought about it in her heart and stood up obediently.

Although the injustice academy was broken, the man in front of him was also a cultivator of the Nascent Soul period. He signed a blood contract, and he would definitely not be able to run away. It is better to look at the situation first.

But not two steps forward after following Li Ju, Qiao Wan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Isn't this the Jiuyue Mountain Realm?

"Dare to ask the seniors, where is the Injustice Academy?"

"That's where you stand at your feet."

Qiao Wan: "Excuse the rudeness of the younger generation, isn't this in Jiuyue Mountain, the site of the Great Bright Hall?"

Li Juing suddenly glanced at her, his dark eyes were dark, and his robe sleeves were rolled up.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of you suddenly changed. In front of you were cliffs and cliffs, the cold wind was blowing, and the rain was falling.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a wilderness in front of me, the sun was shining in the sky, and the sky was clear.

There is a row of small thatched huts not far away. A few acres of land have been reclaimed in front of the house. The small green vegetables in the ground are wilted, and there are a few chickens wandering around gracefully.

"Understood?"

Qiao Wan: "The academy is in... this mustard space?"

Li Juing: "The academy has been destroyed in the fire of war. Now, it has been moved to this mustard space for the time being. As for the old site of the academy, if you are interested, I will take you back to see it after this Fa discussion is over."

The five or six dilapidated thatched huts and these few hens are the entirety of the Inequality Academy.

She is also a transmigrator anyway, doesn't it mean that transmigrators will definitely inherit some old grandfather, or space gold finger?

Although this incident exudes a strange atmosphere from beginning to end, it still looks like a golden finger delivered to the door.

Although she is wearing a female match, but what if? Qiao Wan's heart swayed for a while, in case she was wearing a counter-attack article for a female supporting role, she had been forced to this point, and finally she could keep Yunkai and see Yueming, and waited for her golden finger.

"Senior, junior still has a question."

"Say."

Qiao Wan asked sincerely: "Is there a spiritual spring in this space?"

It is the kind of soaking in the legend, beauty and beauty, soaking twice, strengthening the body, washing the marrow and cutting the pulse, soaking three times, the skin is white and red, and the red is black, the body is soft and the skin is slippery and weak. The kind of hot spring that can make the male protagonist fall in love at first sight, goodbye!

"Are you thirsty?" Li sentence asked, "A few hundred steps forward, there is a small pool."

Seeing Lingquan soaking in soup, Qiao Wan struggled to the death: "Is this soil different from other places..."

In that kind of legend, the soil is rich in spiritual power. Once planted, the spiritual grass will be harvested in batches like no money.

Li Juong kept walking and asked in a low voice, "This soil?"

Looking at the man's reaction, Qiao Wan: It seems that the soil is gone.

Qiao Wan: "Then the flow of time is a little different from the outside world..."

It is the kind of legend that once the protagonist enters the space, he cultivates in the space for hundreds of years, and only a few days have passed in the outside world, super cheating device!

However, Li Juing's last sentence completely shattered Qiao Wan's delusions and ended the entire conversation neatly.

"This is an ordinary storage space, and it is no different from other mustard spaces."

There were only a few dilapidated thatched huts on the left and right, and before taking a few steps, he reached the destination, and Li sentence stopped.

"arrive."

Qiao Wan: This is it?

Li Ju: "This is a lecture hall."

In front of it was a slightly spacious thatched hut.

The man pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

Poor acid, still the same poor acid.

But as soon as I walked into the hut, I could see a broken and old sword hanging on the wall at a glance.

The whole body of the sword is black and gold, and the hilt is engraved with a strong and polite character - "Xing".

One stroke at a time, like a wind knife and frost sword deeply engraved.

Anyone who sees this sword can see at a glance that this saber has gone through a lot, and it has been through the flames of war.

Qiao Wan's eyes froze, and her eyes were fascinated without blinking.

This sword gave her a very familiar and intimate feeling.

It was refined in the fire of war. Although the killing spirit is subtle and restrained, its sharp edge is not diminished. It seems that it is still eager to be born to help justice and save the Way.

It's a pity that the body of the sword is broken and it looks like it can no longer be used.

"This is 'Wen Shi Xing Zhu', the saber of successive mountain chiefs. "Li Ju's voice sounded from behind.

"It's the only valuable thing in the academy..." The man was silent for a second, and quickly changed his words, "It's the only treasure of the academy."

"Wen Si Xingzhu is also one of the five famous swords of Confucianism."

This is true. The entire Inequality Academy is not worth the sword.

But this is all the past scenery. "Wen Si Xingzhu" was destroyed like this, and he was expelled from the sword by "Confucianism Weapons", kicked out of the list of the five famous swords, and became the shame of the five famous swords. Now there are only four famous swords in the entire Confucian sect.

Of course, Li Juing wisely chose not to speak.

"If you like, you can use this saber now. But this sword is too damaged, before you use it." Li Juing glanced at the saber, stepped forward, took it down, and put it in Qiao Wan's arms , "I suggest you find a way to fix it first."

As soon as the long sword was in his arms, many pictures appeared in front of him.

The flames of war were raging, and the sword was used to slay the enemy. He fought three thousand miles in one body, and one sword once served as a million division.

These many scattered pictures were finally fixed on the vicissitudes of a monk in blue, in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, and even in the snowy night, reading with a lamp at night.

Is this the last academy chief?

Qiao Wan was a little lost.

"The holy king does not do it, the princes let go, and the officials discuss it."

"The people are hungry, and the wild are hungry."

"Everyone in the entire cultivation world can eat each other, and no one has the desire to cultivate Taoism," Li Juingyi pointed out: "You must have a deep understanding of it now."

…

Cen Qingyou.

In that instant, Qiao Wan seemed to see the figure of the boy disappearing on the mountain road in the rain again, lonely and firm.

She was also unhappy and unwilling.

Qiao Wan clenched her hands tightly, but her fingertips seemed to have touched something cool.

Looking down, it was the bodhi seed hair ornament in the sleeve.

"How? Now, would you like to be the head of this academy?"

Qiao Wan clung to the sword in a daze.

So familiar.

It seems that there is a heat current that runs through the whole body from his arms, and a heart is thumping violently, both cordial and high-spirited, people can't help but trust this sword and the words of the middle-aged monk in front of him.