My baby is gone again

Chapter 52 Meetings (for further reading!)
Standing under the statue of the gentle saint.

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand to grab it.

A little golden light drifted down and landed on his palm.

Cheng Lingzhu took a closer look, but it was a copper coin with a very simple shape.

"After so many years, this thing has not fallen, and no one has found it."

Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows, tossed and caught the copper coin.

He stretched out his hand to Cheng Lingzhu:

"Give me the Phoenix Blood Sword."

Cheng Lingzhu handed over the saber according to his words, but Lu Xuan didn't take it immediately, but took out a phoenix robe from the magic weapon stored.

It is the fairy clothes of Fairy Huanzhen.

He held the fairy clothes in one hand, and with a shake and a shake, the fairy clothes turned into silk threads, which were woven into sword tassels.

Lu Xuan stringed the copper coin and the sword tassel together, and tied them together to the Phoenix Blood Sword.

The Phoenix Blood Sword trembled and shook slightly, as if expressing its joyful emotions.

A Taoist artifact and a special spiritual treasure are used as decorations for it, which can be said to be the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Lu Xuan raised his head and looked at the statue of Confucianism:
"Many years ago, I put this copper coin in the palm of the statue of Confucianism and nourished it with the talent of Sancai Academy. I thought in my heart that if someone with a destiny finds it, I can give it a chance."

"But what I didn't expect was that it was still there almost 5000 years ago. It's probably because the students respected the former teacher and were only willing to look far and didn't want to get close."

Lu Xuan said.

"So you took it back today?"

Cheng Lingzhu raised his face.

"You can't say that."

Lu Xuan thought about it.

"Although it was not picked up by someone with predestined relationship, it was still in the hands of someone with predestined relationship."

He took Cheng Lingzhu's slender white hand, put it in his palm, and imitated the appearance of the scholar in the playbook, and said solemnly:

"Girl, in this life, you have a destiny with Xiaosheng."

When Cheng Lingzhu heard this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She raised her chin and asked intentionally:
"Are you trying to say, I'm your destined person in this life?"

"Hey, not only in this life, but also in previous lives."

Lu Xuan kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then opened his arms.

Cheng Lingzhu took a step forward and threw herself into his arms.

The girl's cheeks were slightly hot, and a blush shyly spread to the base of her ears.

She buried her face in Lu Xuan's arms, while complaining in her heart that she really had no concentration, why she couldn't hold back when he lightly teased her.

If you can't hold it, you can't hold it.

Cheng Lingzhu snorted.

Anyway, she is happy.

………………

Sancai Academy East District.

Listen to the rain pavilion.

The students of Sancai Academy all know that the Pavilion of Listening to the Rain is not for listening to the rain.

At this moment.

The third floor, the meeting hall.

"Hold the hospital celebration in advance?"

Hu Qingsong, Zhang Xun's master, vice president of Sancai Academy, and a peak monk in the fusion period, widened his eyes.

"good."

On the chief seat of the discussion table, a thin old man with white beard and hair nodded.

This person is the dean of the Sancai Academy, He Yuanfeng, a peak monk in the Mahayana period.

"Master, why did you advance the time of this year's anniversary?"

Beside He Yuanfeng, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar asked.

The middle-aged man's name is Shen Li, he is He Yuanfeng's direct disciple, and he is also the vice-principal of Sancai Academy and the heir to the next principal.

Shen Li broke through the Mahayana period 300 years ago. His talent is considered good, but compared with his master's realm, he is still far behind.

In addition to these three people, there were other elders present in the meeting hall, Zhang Xun and Chen Xu also accompanied them.

But only He Yuanfeng, Hu Qingsong and Shen Li could really make a decision.

"I'm running out of time."

He Yuanfeng let out a breath slowly.

Hearing what he said, all the monks in the field changed their faces.

Shen Li asked eagerly:
"How could it be, Master, your cultivation base is profound, at least there are still hundreds of years..."

He refused to believe this reality.

"In order to seek the Tao, I left a dark wound and lost a hundred years of life."

He Yuanfeng sighed, "I have been persistent all my life, but unfortunately I still couldn't take that step in the end."

Hearing the words, the monks in the field became silent. The monks said that they were walking against the sky, but the way of practice would be limited by the fate of heaven after all.

These people, their talents are not very far-reaching, and what the other party has experienced may very well happen to them in the future.

For the dean's mood at the moment, all the elders in the field can empathize.

Shen Li's expression was complicated, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

"I still have a month to live now."

He Yuanfeng's tone was very calm.

"Yesterday, there was a message from the Nanling Immortal Gate [Yangyi Sect] that the Lingnan monsters have changed again, and they seem to be gathering an army in secret."

He Yuanfeng said:
"Some people say that traces of large-scale human sacrifices have been found in the Yaoman army. The legendary barbarian god... may have been resurrected."

The elders in the field were shocked. According to the legend of the Cangyuan world, Nanling is the place where the gods fell. When this ancient god wakes up, the whole land will be devastated.

Human sacrifice is the most direct way for gods to recover their strength, if the information is true...

Hu Qingsong's heart sank, but Shen Li thought of more things.

His body trembled, and he spoke with difficulty:
"Master is going to Nanling to block the Man God with his body?"

Shen Li finally understood why the master had to advance the courtyard celebration.

He wanted to take another look at the glorious event of Sancai Academy before he left.

He Yuanfeng nodded:
"Exactly, it's time for my old bones to play a role."

Everyone was silent, He Yuanfeng opened his mouth and said:

"Where is my apprentice?"

"The disciple is here!"

Shen Li got up, came to the side, and performed the disciple's salute.

He Yuanfeng looked at him:
"After I leave, you will take over the post of dean of Sancai Academy, revive Confucianism, and shoulder the important task of morality of the human race, and I will leave it to you."

Shen Li's nose felt a little sore:

"Disciple obey!"

He Yuanfeng spoke again:
"Where is the green pine?"

Hu Qingsong left the table and performed the disciple ceremony:

"The disciple is here!"

He Yuanfeng nodded slightly:
"You are my nephew, the same generation as Shen Li. In the future, the two of you should keep faith and build harmony. Don't dispute over private matters. In order to prevent him from making mistakes, you must supervise him."

Hu Qingsong saluted:
"Disciple understands!"

He Yuanfeng turned to the crowd again:

"You are all the pillars of my Sancai Academy, and I hope to cooperate sincerely in the future so that the reputation of my Sancai Academy will resound in every corner of Cangyuan World!"

Everyone rose together:
"Don't dare to disgrace!"

So the meeting ended, and the time for the celebration was brought forward to three days later.

The time left for the elders to prepare was very short, but everyone vowed in their hearts that they must let the old head see the most perfect celebration.

Everyone retreated one by one, got up and left.

As a direct disciple, Shen Li was the last to leave.

He Yuanfeng put his arms on the table, looked at Shen Li's back, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.

But soon, this bit of unbearableness turned into a kind of determination, and his eyes became cold.

(End of this chapter)