The door of the Orthodox Academy has been closed tightly, and there has been no sound from inside. Whether it is the siege of the imperial court or the arrival of the old eunuch with the imperial decree, there has been no change. It has always been silent. If you look at the heavy courtyard gate, you will think that there must be no one behind the courtyard gate.
In fact, there were always people behind the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
There are two poplar trees planted behind the gate of the courtyard. The leaves of the leaves have become much thinner after autumn. The cold sky falls through the branches and falls on the face of a young girl.
The girl's eyebrows and eyes were clear, and she still had childishness. She was extremely young and was illuminated by the sky, which made her look even more lovely, but the anxiety and exhaustion on her face became much clearer.
Ye Xiaolian, an inner disciple of Nanxi Zhai.
Su Moyu stood beside her.
Dozens of female disciples of Nanxizhai stood behind the two of them.
The sword has already been pulled out.
The sky light in Qingqiu can fall on their faces, but it can't fall on their swords, because those swords are too sharp and the sword light is too bright.
They have been guarding behind the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
The sword array of Nanxi Zhai has been guarded here for three days and three nights.
Now, the female disciples of Nanxizhai were already very tired, and their faces changed slightly after hearing the faint voice coming from outside the courtyard.
Da Zhou's Xuanjia heavy cavalry is invincible in the world. If they rushed over like this, even Nanxizhai's sword formation would not be able to support it.
"What should I do?" Ye Xiaolian looked at Su Moyu, with nervousness written all over her pretty face.
Su Moyu turned his head to look in the direction of the library, thinking about the guy who had been silent since he came back from the Mausoleum of Books, he couldn't make up his mind.
"That's Mr. Lin! What else are you thinking about? Hurry up and open the courtyard door to receive the order!"
A student of the Orthodox Academy looked at the people in front of the courtyard and shouted in horror, "Are you really planning to resist the decree! I don't want to accompany you to die!"
Hearing this person's words, there was a slight commotion among the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy. Discussions gradually arose, and some even quarreled violently.
Su Moyu looked at the student, and remembered that he was a son of a wealthy businessman on Henan Road, and silently remembered his name in his heart.
Ye Xiaolian looked at his gaze, thinking that he was a little shaken, looked at the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy and shouted in a deep voice: "The saint has a purpose, the disciples of Nanxizhai will definitely protect the safety of Dean Chen! If there are those who are greedy and afraid Dead people, just leave by the back door, don't talk nonsense here, otherwise don't blame Zhaijian for being ruthless!"
Hearing this, the face of the son of a wealthy businessman on Henan Road suddenly changed. He was very angry, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he walked out of the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen students from the Orthodox Academy and several teachers also left the crowd, all looking towards the back door.
Looking at this scene, the teachers and students who stayed in the room couldn't help but curse, especially when they saw the eyes of the female disciples of Nanxizhai, they felt so ashamed.
Su Moyu didn't say anything, but just remembered the names of those who left in his heart.
Only then did Ye Xiaolian realize that his silence did not mean he was shaken, so he asked a little puzzled, "What are you thinking?"
Su Moyu said calmly, "I'm thinking, if the Orthodox Academy can keep it, what method should I use to retaliate against these people."
Ye Xiaolian was slightly taken aback, wondering when did Su Moyu's temperament change, who was known for his politeness and reservedness in the Affiliated Courtyard of the Li Palace
She didn't say anything, Su Moyu knew what she was thinking. He looked at the beautiful autumn scenery in the Orthodox Academy, with a look of nostalgia on his face, and said: "This is an interesting place. Anyone who stays here for a long time will undergo some changes."
It would be great if such an interesting Orthodox Academy can be kept, but if has always been the most unreliable word.
Otherwise, why did he start to feel sad and miss early now
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Baihua Lane has been cleared, and the buildings on the opposite side of the lane have even been forcibly bulldozed, leaving only the teahouse.
In the rising smoke and dust, the tea house that had watched dozens of martial arts battles in various courtyards looked very lonely, and the figures of hundreds of Xuanjia heavy cavalry were so terrifying.
The gate of the Orthodox Academy is still closed.
"You have such guts, you really deserve to be the Orthodox Academy built by the business director, and you are worthy of being His Majesty's junior."
Elder Lin suddenly laughed, his smile was full of emotion.
The old man's voice was a little muddy and soft, and no one else could hear it except the little waiter who was near.
But the next sentence was heard by everyone present.
Mr. Lin looked at the closed gate of the Orthodox Academy, suppressed his smile and said slowly: "Dean Chen is a loner, but the teachers and students in the Orthodox Academy...have families."
Hearing these words, a voice finally came from the Orthodox Academy, and there was also a commotion on the street.
Countless eyes looked at the old palm print eunuch.
Tianhai Shengxue's face turned even paler.
It never occurred to him that this old Mr. Lin was completely different from the upright and resolute person in the rumors, and that he would use such a tough and despicable method to make a move!
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I don't know if I heard it wrong.
There seemed to be a voice resounding from the depths of the Orthodox Academy.
Then, the main gate of the Orthodox Academy, which had not been opened for three whole days and three nights, slowly opened.
Oncoming was a chilling sword light, and more than 200 teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy.
Knowing that they are invincible, they are still in full battle and waiting.
Looking at this scene, the faces of both King Hejun and those Xuanjia heavy cavalry changed slightly.
Mr. Lin was very calm, and even gave people a feeling that he was a little relieved.
Su Moyu hasn't slept much in the past three days, and is very tired, but her eyes are as clear as her voice.
He stood on the stone steps, looked at Mr. Lin and said, "Xuanzhi alone is enough."
When the imperial decree arrived, the Orthodox Academy did not open the gate, set up an incense table, bowed down, and even only allowed Mr. Lin to enter. This attitude was still extremely disrespectful.
Old Mr. Lin was not angry, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill him, a will is enough for me alone."
After saying this, he walked towards the Orthodox Academy, and when he brushed against Su Moyu, he patted Su Moyu on the shoulder lightly.
Ye Xiaolian's expression froze, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly tight.
Nothing happened.
Su Moyu fell to the ground and died without spitting blood.
Mr. Lin just wanted to express his appreciation and respect for Su Moyu.
In this big event, the two powerhouses in the sacred field, Infinite Bi and Bie Yanghong, especially the latter, have made great contributions.
Su Moyu is a nephew who is so popular, but he stayed in the Orthodox Academy after the incident. It may seem silly to the world, but in the eyes of Mr. Lin, who has been a fool all his life, this is remarkable.
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The door of the library building was open, and the skylight fell on the smooth black floor, which was bright and could be used as a guide.
Chen Changsheng sat by the window, did not look at the autumn scenery outside the window, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mr. Lin looked at him quietly for a long time.
Chen Changsheng didn't move or speak, he just lowered his head.
Mr. Lin suddenly understood that he was looking at his own reflection on the floor.
Chen Changsheng was looking at himself.