A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

After leaving the Jiuhua School, it was already very late. Mu Yu didn't go in the direction of Luochen Mountain. He wanted to go to Jiuhua to find out whether Jiuhua was behind him. However, Mu Yu hadn't been to the Jiuhua School before, and he didn't know the specific location of the Jiuhua School, so he decided to go to the academy to find someone to inquire.

The school is not far from the Qingsong School. Mu Yu flew to the school after more than an hour. At this moment, although the school was brightly lit, there were very few people who could meet. Mu Yu had to fall in the school and walk towards her small courtyard.

He walked through an arch and turned to a huge square. There is a large gray stone standing quietly in the center of this open space, which looks simple and unpretentious, but it shows a strange halo under the moonlight.

Muyu couldn't help but stop looking at this stone. This was the piece of spirit measuring stone that determined his life, and it was also the stone that determined the destiny of all the people in the realm of the Yunyun Mountains.

This stone made all the instructors imprint their respective martial arts, but as the Qingsong Taoist and Jiuhua Zhenren stepped into the Yuan infantry period, its existence seemed to be dispensable. In the future, regardless of the talents of the disciples measured by them, they will always belong to the disciples of Qingsong or Jiuhua.

Many disciples of the Qingsong School shine here. Their talents are outstanding, which makes many comprehensions heart-warming. The blue talented little tiger has attracted much attention, and once became the focus of comprehension.

Muyu has a purple talent that can shock all the integrators, but he became a gray disciple who was despised because he did not dare to expose his ability to control the wood. Finally, he entered the Dust School and became a ridiculous disciple.

But Mu Yu never regretted it, because he knew that the original choice was right. If he wasn't willing to retest, he might not meet Master.

Now he has become a talented self-cultivator under the guidance of Master. He defeated the genius Xiaohu in front of everyone and greatly exhaled himself. He should have replaced Xiaohu as a new genius, but he was not happy at all.

Master was missing because of a mysterious young man in red outside the Mo Yun Mountains. Although Mu Yu can be sure that Master is okay at present, he still has a lump in his heart because the young man in red is still looking for him.

Mu Yu walked across the open space, over a door, and came to the grey disciple's residence. At the moment, there are some young disciples in the gray disciple's residence, and they are not sleeping. When they saw Muyu, they looked in awe.

Mu Yu is a disciple of the sect, and they are just gray disciples of the academy. The existence of laymen generally envy these gray disciples.

"Seek Deacon, I'm sorry!"

Mu Yu clenched his fists, and when he stepped into the real world, the first person he really contacted was Deacon. This life is full of sorrowful good old man, because he is hated by the little tiger because of maintaining Muyu, and finally kills the monster forest. Mu Yu also thought that he would come back to take the deacon to leave the academy, but he was forced to choose to leave here in another way.

"Master, which school do you belong to? What did you tell me?" Feeling the fluctuation of Mu Yu's body, a middle-aged man came quickly and asked respectfully.

This middle-aged man Mu Yu remembered that he succeeded Deacon Xun as the steward of the academy, and everyone called him Deacon Liu.

Which school does it matter? Soon Moyun Mountain will be left with the Qingsong School and the Jiuhua School. Many people in the academy do not know what happened today!

"You are so late, why haven't you rested yet?" Mu Yu asked casually.

"The prince did not know that the Qingsong ancestors of the Qingsong School achieved the true birth of Yuan Ying, which is a big joy in the realm of cultivation. In the evening, the young son of the Qingsong School came to the academy. As soon as he came to the academy, he let us not sleep at night and listen at any time. Later, he was an apprentice of Qingsong's ancestor. How dare we not listen to his words?"

There is no slight dissatisfaction on Deacon Liu's face, but that is Qingsong's ancestor's apprentice! If he is served well, it will be supreme glory and opportunity for him to be rewarded. It is also possible for him to join the Qingsong School with good luck.

"Xiaohu is also in the school? His master just held a celebration. What is he doing here?" Mu Yu asked puzzledly.

Deacon Liu shook his head quickly. He seemed to know something, but he dared not say it. Mu Yu did not force him. To be honest, he was very curious. It stands to reason that Xiao Hu should be waiting beside Qingsong Taoist at this moment, instead of coming to the academy to spend the night.

Muyu walked straight to her small courtyard, but when passing the Qingsong School, the delicate gate of the other courtyard suddenly opened, and Muyu saw the person he was least willing to see.

The little tiger walked out with vigour, Muyu was too lazy to meet him, so he turned into a dark place. Xiaohu was following the path Muyu had just arrived. He seemed to be going to the grey disciple's residence.

Muyu got angry when he thought about the death of Deacon. This guy always looked down on the gray disciple. I'm afraid it's no good to go to the gray disciple's courtyard this time.

Mu Yu followed, and Xiaohu had just walked to the courtyard of the grey disciple. Deacon Liu immediately bowed and bowed up, and said flatly, "Master, all are ready."

"Bring me to see."

Xiaohu didn't even look at Deacon Liu, and he was very proud. He didn't pay attention to Deacon Liu at all. He was originally a dazzling star in the cultivation world. Now that his master has achieved Yuanying's true body, his future status will only be higher. I am afraid that many masters will salute him when they see him. What does a deacon in a district of school have in his eyes?

"The three of you hurried over here! This is the apprentice of Qingsong's ancestors, the most talented little tiger in the realm of cultivation, you are waiting for me to serve me." Deacon Liu waved, and the three 15-year-old girls walked in a wince. .

These three girls are not very old, they are all grey disciples of the academy, and they are all alive and well. At the stage of development, the figure is uneven, but it is still a little childish.

Their eyes are full of awe and hope. The Qingsong School is the world's largest school. The Qingsong Taoist is already a living fairy. The status of Xiaohu as his apprentice is naturally unusual.

Xiaohu looked at the three girls with satisfaction, and nodded: "Yes, Deacon Liu, you are very quick to do things. Unlike your deacon, you won't even do this. You are so diligent in doing things. I will definitely do it in the future. Reward you well, hold this spirit stone first! The stubborn deacon and spirit stone can't pass, so I let him go to the monster forest to meet the world."

"Thank you son, thank you son. I have a different business philosophy from Deacon Deacon. The old guy in Deacon Deacon is too rigid to do things. He takes everything for himself."

Deacon Liu was so flattered that he put the spirit stone into his arms, and he knew the matter of the deacon’s death best, but Xiaohu recommended that he take over the job of deacon and became the governor of the academy. Tell the story about Xiaohu?

"Let's go!" Xiaohu stared greedily at one of the girls' chests, swallowing, and looked a little impatient.

The three girls did not dare to say much, but could only follow Xiaohu honestly. Xiaohu took the hands of two of the girls and took them back to their room.

"Take off your clothes." Xiao Hu closed the door and said evilly.

The three girls were at a loss, and two of them seemed to know what they were facing. They took off consciously, and suddenly the room was full of light. And one of them retreated to the door, so he refused to take it off.

"Meet a hard bone? Then I'll help you." Xiaohu smiled slyly, slowly approaching the girl.

"Son, don't do this, don't do this."

The girl struggled and did not want to follow, but where she was the opponent of Xiaohu in the foundation period, her struggle was doomed to futility. The clothes on Xiaohu's body had long been wiped out. He hugged her and pressed her to the bed. A panic scream came out, but no one would bother.

Muyu was on the roof of Qingsong School. He didn't see what was inside, but he could guess what happened. He didn't expect Xiaohu to do such a shameless thing, and the unknown fire suddenly burned in his heart.

When Deacon Xun was in his position, he would not allow Xiao Hu to do such a thing, so he killed Deacon Xun and replaced him with Deacon Liu who could cater to his wishes. On the evening when his master held a celebration, he dared to run down the mountain to do such a thing.

Mu Yu got into the room from the beam on the roof and looked at the looming figure in the gauze. The killing intention suddenly appeared in his heart, and the shadow sword in his hand was already out of the sheath.

Kill this kind of person, kill it!

However, at this moment, the window was suddenly opened, a black shadow flashed in, and the candle in the house was blown out by several spiritual forces.

Mu Yu froze for a moment, and did not venture out of Liang Mu. At this time, besides him, did anyone dare to enter Xiaohu's room?

"Who?"

The little tiger heard a strange noise and screamed. He climbed out of the bed naked and didn't even have time to pull his pants. He was a little angry. He almost reached a certain point just now. At this time, he was interrupted and almost made him breathless.

The Qingsong School in the academy is the most important place in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that the Qingsong Taoist has become a living god, who dares to challenge the dignity of the Qingsong School?

In the dark night, I couldn't reach my fingers. Xiao Hu's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. When he was about to go to the light, suddenly there were five bright dazzling sharp edges in front of him, shimmering under the moonlight.

"You want to do--"

Xiao Hu's words didn't finish, his last words turned into grunts, and then he covered his throat in horror, and he couldn't say anything.

He wanted to shout, but blood came out of his mouth, making him unable to shout. He still wanted to do something, UU reads www.uukanshu.com but his consciousness has gradually blurred, blood sprayed out, and the whole person fell on his back—

He didn't want to understand until his death that his master Qingsong Taoist was already the Yuanying Venerable. As an apprentice of the Qingsong Taoist, he would definitely call on the cultivating realm in the future, and play the entire cultivating realm through his master's prestige. But he hasn't enjoyed all this, his life ended for no reason?

No one expected that on the day of the Qingsong Taoist celebration, Xiaohu would die in academy!

Mu Yu couldn't figure it out, because the shadow was so fast that even he couldn't see clearly and killed Xiaohu. Then he got out of the window and disappeared.

Mu Yu chased him out, he wanted to know what the shadow was, and why he killed Xiaohu.

The Qingsong School's other courtyard is very large. At the moment, except for the small tiger, no Qingsong school disciples were in the academy, and they all celebrated the Qingsong ancestors in their own school.

Muyu saw that the shadow had crept into the dark part of the other courtyard, and he also chased it, but he just fell to the ground, his chest hurt, and he was shot and flew out. The black shadow's claw marks fell toward Muyu's neck. Muyu saw only a pair of blue eyes, glowing coldly in the darkness.

Muyu quickly guarded his neck, his shadow sword had been lifted off. But the paw did not fall, the other party did not seem to want to get entangled with Mu Yu, just a flash, and then there was no shadow anymore.

Muyu climbed up, and there was darkness all around, and the dark shadow had disappeared.

"what!"

The terrified cries of the three girls resounded throughout the other courtyard, but no one still ignored it, because this is the Qingsong school, everyone in the academy knew that there would be no accident here, and there was no woman's exclamation.

Not to mention, there are no disciples of the Qingsong faction in the academy at this moment. Apart from Xiaohu, who would come here on the day of the ancestral celebration?