Wen Wen hastily pulled Jingjing, and angrily said: "What nonsense!"
"That's what it is!"
Jingjing wanted to refute, but seeing Wen Wen's angry look, she retracted her words.
Only then did Wen Wen let go of her anger, and said humbly, "I'm sorry, little girl is not sensible."
Su Ying's eyes flickered, and she instinctively felt a little subtlety.
Not to mention that they are both women, even Chen Zhen and the others sensed the wrong feelings and showed strange expressions.
Yang Qingxuan glared at them angrily, and shouted, "What kind of eyes are you looking at me for?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Chen Zhen shook his head and turned away.
Su Ying said: "Let's leave everyone, brother Qingxuan will fight Zuo Heng tomorrow, and he is still injured, don't bother him anymore."
Chen Zhen waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go."
After Yang Qingxuan said goodbye to everyone, he headed towards the dormitory, but it was a female dormitory.
He flew down in front of Pinghu, stood at the door of Wu Qiyue's bedroom, wanted to knock on the door, raised his hand, but held back, turned and left.
"Since you're here, why don't you knock on the door?"
Wu Qiyue's voice sounded.
Yang Qingxuan froze for a moment, gave a wry smile, then knocked a few times, and the door opened with a "squeak". Wu Qiyue was wearing a pink dress, standing dignifiedly at the door, smiling sweetly.
Yang Qingxuan said: "You know I'm coming."
Wu Qiyue smiled faintly and said, "There are very few things I don't know, so come in."
It was a bit messy inside, on the ground, on the table, there were papers everywhere, with countless runes drawn on them.
Wu Qiyue said: "Be careful, don't step on it, these are the results of my deciphering in the past few days."
Yang Qingxuan said: "How is the deciphering going?"
He stood on tiptoe, for fear of stepping on the messy paper.
There was light in Wu Qiyue's eyes, and she said excitedly: "This formula of emptiness and desolation is a bit weird, and I found something amazing. There should be two books of this formula, called 'Void and Desolation' and 'Desolation of Heaven' respectively. Jue', it's ridiculous that the teachers of the academy don't understand anything, and after passing it on for a long time, it becomes the formula of nothingness and desolation, hee hee."
Yang Qingxuan was deeply cultivated by Lu Jiangpeng and others, and he didn't like Wu Qiyue's saying that the academy was bad, so he argued: "There is a specialization in the art field, and besides, these ancient secret texts are indeed difficult to understand if no one teaches them."
Wu Qiyue nodded and said: "That's true. Thanks to my knowledge of some ancient spiritual texts, I can introduce some things along the way, but there are still many things I don't understand."
She left Yang Qingxuan aside and sorted out the papers by herself.
Looking at her serious look, Yang Qingxuan only felt a little sweetness in her heart, and said with a slight smile, "Keep busy, I'm going back to rest, there is still a game tomorrow."
"Well, you should also rest earlier, tomorrow you will face Zuo Heng, you are still injured."
Wu Qiyue said calmly, but her eyes were always on those words, and she was also carefully sorting them out in her hands, for fear of messing them up.
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, and said, "Do you know that I will face Zuo Heng tomorrow?"
Wu Qiyue smiled suddenly, but put down the paper in her hand, looked up at him, squinted her eyes and smiled and said, "Do I know it's strange? Besides, it's just a fight with Zuo Heng. Is this considered a matter?"
Yang Qingxuan froze, unable to speak for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Well, I thought you would pay attention."
Wu Qiyue restrained her smile, and said seriously: "Maybe I have too high expectations for you, but don't forget, you have Taixuan Sword Tomb, one of the ten most powerful martial spirits, and you are going to stand at the pinnacle of this world." A man, Zuo Heng, is not even a stumbling block at all, so don't take him too seriously."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "I understand."
Wu Qiyue looked at him affectionately, and said, "I will come to the battle tomorrow."
Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly, and said: "You should concentrate on deciphering these words, that's the most important thing. As for the battle tomorrow, as you said, it's just a trivial matter."
Wu Qiyue leaned up slowly, put her head on Yang Qingxuan's shoulder, hugged her hands gently, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "But I want to see you win, not to mention that this battle is still because of me, I want Watch it end."
Yang Qingxuan gently stroked her hair, and said softly: "As you wish, I will end it with my own hands tomorrow."
The two hugged each other lightly, leaning on each other.
After a while, they separated from each other. Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but kissed Wu Qiyue's forehead before turning and leaving.
On the second day, the entire academy was empty.
The battle of the top eight will lead to the birth of the first four kings.
The high-level officials of the entire empire also came to the academy. In front of the largest square, there were guards guarding it, and a red-line restricted area was encircled.
The patriarchs of the major families, as well as some powerful people who graduated from the academy, and members of the royal family all sat within the red line, talking loudly, and commenting on the eight people standing on the field.
Yang Qingxuan crossed his arms and stood quietly on the ring. He didn't like the feeling of being pointed at and watched like a small animal, so he just closed his eyes and gathered his energy to rest his mind.
The other seven people also had similar attitudes, they were cold and independent, turning a blind eye to the external environment.
"Master Dean is here!"
"The emperor is coming!"
Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd, and tens of thousands of eyes looked in one direction.
With the crowd pouring out, the tall canopy was propped up, and they came slowly.
Yang Qingxuan couldn't help opening his eyes, following the gazes of the crowd, a middle-aged man strode towards Qing Buli.
The man was dressed in a yellow shirt, with fair skin, a smooth beardless face, and bright eyes, giving him the aura of a superior.
The Patriarchs of the Four Great Aristocratic Families, as well as Jin Wang Su Ze, Su Ying and others followed closely behind.
Seeing that the emperor walked steadily and breathed evenly, Yang Qingxuan knew that he was also a master, and he couldn't see through his cultivation at all.
All the masters in the restricted area of the red line also hurriedly stood up to greet them.
Ding Yuan was also sitting in the restricted area, stood up reluctantly, and nodded slightly in respect.
Su Yu hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists in return, and said: "I heard that Dean Ding was practicing in Tiancong Academy for a long time, and he has always wanted to visit him. It's just that he is entangled in the secular world. I just saw him today, and I hope to forgive my sin."
Ding Yuan replied: "Your Majesty is being polite."
Tens of thousands of people around were in an uproar, and only then did they realize that the inconspicuous old man was actually the dean of Haoran College of Duanyang Kingdom.
"The battle of the top eight in our academy, why did Dean Ding also come?"
"Hey, this is the battle of the Four Kings. I'm afraid the old man can't sit still, so he came here specially to watch the ceremony."
"It's true, Tiancong Academy is so powerful in the five countries, and the other four academies may not be able to sit still."
A sense of pride welled up, and various versions of rumors spread among the crowd.
Some spies from Duanyang Kingdom mixed in the crowd, all of them were pale and angry. For the dean of his own college to be taken hostage by someone is simply a shame and a great humiliation.
(end of this chapter)