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Chu He put away the long sword, walked to Mu Yingjin's side, wiped the long sword clean with Wen Qi, and put it down gently.

Then he said slowly.

"You can't say what happened today."

Mu Yingjin met Chu He's eyes and nodded involuntarily.

She saw a golden light in Chu He's eyes.

Chu He put his hands behind his back and smiled softly.

"The National Scholars Academy, within a hundred years, has turned into a place for scholars to seek profit. It's sad."

"That Yufeng can turn into a big demon, it has nothing to do with it."

With a smile on his face, his words were full of dissatisfaction with the academy.

"It's just that in the end, I don't want to interfere in the world."

"Everything in the world, let idlers manage it."

After saying a word, Chu He fell down in response.

In the sky thousands of miles away, on top of the peaks, a golden light shone.

"Li Taibai, you went down the mountain to play again, can you do something serious!"

Someone said dissatisfied.

The man chuckled, shook the long sword in his hand, and said, "I'm not playing around, I'm a chivalrous man."

Suddenly a woman came, saw this man, and said angrily: "You are a chivalrous man, why do you use my words, have you ever asked me to agree?"

"When a chivalrous man fights for righteousness, cut first and then play, first cut and then play, ah."

Everyone laughed for a moment, but looked down at the mountain and said in a low voice.

"I don't know when that kid will be able to go up the mountain, so that we can have more fun on this mountain that hasn't changed for thousands of years."

"Above the mountains, it's time for more newcomers."

...

Inside the house, seeing Chu He fell to the ground, Mu Yingjin panicked suddenly.

It's just that there are many wounds on his body, and his literary energy is exhausted, so he doesn't have the strength to stand up for a while.

Mu Yingjin crawled to Chu He's side with difficulty, tested his breath, and let out a breath.

Just stay alive.

In the next second, several white lights flashed in the air, came quickly, and fell into the house.

Seeing the appearance of the scene, the dean's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and feeling the aura around him, he couldn't help being furious.

"A monster has come!"

The great Confucian scholars were startled suddenly, and two or three people quickly flew into the air, looking for traces around the academy.

Longxi came to Chu He's side, poured his literary energy lightly, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, he arrived in time, and this kid was still saved."

The dean picked Mu Yingjin up from the ground, poured out his style, and asked what happened.

Mu Yingjin explained everything in detail.

Of course, the matter of Chu He ignored the past, and only said that when the two were in crisis, a saint came to save the two in distress.

"It turned out that it was the appearance of a saint, which is really a blessing in misfortune."

The dean looked at Chu He who was in a coma, and couldn't help but sighed softly, and he made up his mind that he must marry Mu Yingjin to Chu He.

Why can saints appear?

The dean knows her daughter best. With Mu Yingjin's talent and heart, even if she wants to enter the third-rank Qi family Confucianism, it will be an ordeal, let alone become a Confucianist who governs the country with her cold personality.

With such a talent, it is not enough for the protection of the sage.

The only one left is Chu He.

Chu He's talent and heart have already been reflected in the literary debate.

Speak out the holy words and attract the appearance of a saint, which shows that this child is very likely to become a semi-saint.

It is not surprising to be sheltered by a saint.

Long Xi on the other side, when he heard that Yu Feng turned out to be a monster, his expression was extremely bad.

Yu Feng is his disciple, and he has been in the inner courtyard for many years, and he even came to the third place in the list of Tianjiao, but he, a teacher, didn't even notice.

Now that something happened, Mu Yingjin, the future pillar of the college, the fourth in the Tianjiao list, and Chu He, who will become a first-class Confucian in the future and is very likely to become a semi-saint, were almost killed by monsters, and he couldn't escape the blame.

If something happened to the two of them, he didn't need to be punished by the academy, but he himself might be unstable.

The dean said coldly.

"Longxi, you sent Chu He to the inner courtyard bookstore to cultivate. You should investigate the matter of the feather seal yourself, thoroughly investigate!"

"When necessary, we can combine all the manpower and material resources of Gong Lao and other academies."

"The dignified Academy of National Scholars unexpectedly produced a third-rank monster. If this gets out, what will be the shame of my academy!"

Following the order, Longxi and the others shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

After sending Chu He and Mu Yingjin to Shuge, Longxi went out to investigate, the dean stood on the stage, couldn't bear it anymore, and punched the desk in front of him.

Elder Gong stood beside him and said in a low voice: "Dean, this matter is not a small one. I am afraid it involves many court ministers. If you are blindly angry, you will not be able to take them down."

Hearing this, the dean let out a breath slowly and said in a cold voice.

"I'd like to see who doesn't have eyes, and dares to put his hand into my academy!"

Inside the bookstore, Chu He woke up and turned around, subconsciously wanting to get up, but only felt the pain all over his body, so he couldn't help but gasped.

"I advise you not to move around. Teacher Longxi said that the knife that hit you almost shattered your internal organs. In the end, if it wasn't for the academy's literary spirit to wrap it up, you would have died a long time ago."

A voice as cold as an iceberg sounded from beside him.

The slightest movement of Chu He would cause injuries in his body, so he could only turn his head with difficulty.

Mu Yingjin was sitting on the bedside, holding a scripture book in her hand, her eyes were still full of sword intent.

"Where am I? Why are you here?"

Chu He asked.

Mu Yingjin said lightly: "This is the Shuyuan Shuge, the place with the most literary energy. It is the dean's intention to move you here to heal your wounds."

"As for me, I also suffered a little injury. Of course, I mainly came here to watch you, fearing that you would die."

Chu He froze for a moment, then looked at Mu Yingjin.

The sword intent in Mu Yingjin's eyes has indeed lost a lot of sharpness, and I'm afraid the injuries he suffered were not serious.

But with this person's temperament, it is rare to be able to say that he was injured, so he didn't pursue more.

Tsundere is Tsundere, who hasn't died when the duck's mouth is hard.

"But what happened then? Why am I here?"

Chu He asked.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yingjin closed the scriptures in his hand, frowned and asked, "You don't know what happened afterwards?"

Chu He shook his head slightly.

He only remembered the part when he attracted the literary spirit of the entire academy, and he completely lost his memory of what happened after that.

Mu Yingjin frowned slightly, remembering what Long Xi said about the appearance of a saint, and at the last moment, what Chu He said when he was descended from a saint.

In the end, Mu Yingjin shook her head and repeated what she had said to the dean.

"You're not lying, are you?" Chu He stared at Mu Yingjin and frowned.

When Mu Yingjin told the dean, she was calm in her heart, but for some reason, being stared at by Chu He, she felt inexplicably panicked.

Is it possible to lie in front of me, that's it?

Mu Yingjin was furiously stared at by Chu He, and said angrily, "I say what I say is what I say! Why are you asking so much!"

"Believe it or not, I will stab you to death with a sword!"