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Chu He can understand Longxi's thoughts.

Chu He is no more than a fourth-grade talented scholar now, and he has been involved in a huge vortex, and it is unclear what will happen in the future.

If Chu He is strong in the future, it's okay for the academy to give him, and Longxi won't care.

But the key is now, Zhao Shanhe's move is tantamount to directly binding the National Scholars Academy with Chu He.

All glory, all losses!

Once something happened to Chu He, the entire National Scholars Academy might be implicated.

At that time, even if the academy wants to leave, it will be impossible to recover.

Hearing Longxi's words, Zhao Shanhe slowly turned his head and looked at Longxi.

There was no slack on his face anymore, there was only solemnity, and there was only worry in his eyes.

Just when Chu He thought that Zhao Shanhe was about to curse, Zhao Shanhe spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening.

"Longxi, what happened to Guoshi Academy in recent years?"

There is coercion in the voice.

Shocked in his heart, Longxi slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were sharp, full of worries about the National Scholars Academy.

"Forty years ago, when I was still in the academy, the academy was not what it is today."

"At that time, the National Scholars Academy was the most important place for scholars, even the entire human race."

"At that time, the dean of the National Scholars Academy hadn't gone west yet."

"At that time, all the literati in the world were in the National Scholars Academy, and they were proud of the world."

Zhao Shanhe suddenly changed his tone and asked blatantly.

"At that time, the National Scholars Academy was still able to select talents and accept talents. No matter who they are, as long as they have a deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, regardless of their strength, even if they are only five-rank talents, they can become a first-rank teacher in our Scholars Academy."

"Now, why is the Academy so frightened!"

"In order to compromise the aristocratic family in the capital, in order to compromise the left, the academy was oppressed by the rumors in the capital, and the disciples who had made great contributions to my academy were expelled."

"Ask yourselves, do you still have the right to say that you are the great Confucians of the National Scholars Academy!"

Zhao Shanhe sneered coldly, like a turbulent wave crashing on the shore, the lingering sound continued.

"Fearless of power, I would rather die in admonition than be that vague person."

"This is the National Scholars Academy!"

"This is the scholar of my academy!"

"Nowadays, I just want a person who has made great contributions to the human race, a person who has made great contributions to my academy, to be a first-grade teacher, why not!"

"Chu He saved more than 20 inner court disciples of my academy at the Longmen Talented Scholars Meeting. In order to protect others, he would rather be infected with ghosts himself, and would rather risk his future future and life."

"On the Mountain of Two Realms, the third genius on the list of the top savers, in order to escort the ten people from my academy out of the mountain safely, attracted the Spirit Ghost King alone."

"He's only in the fourth-rank talent realm! Ask yourself, when you were in the fourth-rank talent realm, did you have the guts to use fourth-rank to attract the first-rank peak ghost king with the determination to die?"

Zhao Shanhe pointed at Chu He and shouted at Longxi.

"With this military achievement, in the past, he is at least a third-rank general!"

"I just asked him to be a first-grade teacher in my academy, how can he not do it!"

"You tell me! How can he not do it!"

Longxi lowered his head slowly, his expression overflowing.

This is a sign of a disordered culture!

If it continues, Longxi's literary heart is likely to be affected!

Seeing this, Chu He couldn't help but speak.

"Senior Zhao, it's not like this for me alone."

Before Zhao Shanhe could speak, Longxi suddenly raised his head and said.

"No, Chu He, I deserve this, you don't have to dissuade me."

Zhao Shanhe let out a breath slowly, looked at Longxi and said.

"Longxi, are you guilty?"

Long Xi nodded slightly, calmed down, raised his head, his eyes were full of solemnity.

"The disciple is guilty."

Zhao Shanhe said slowly.

"In that case, do you know what to do?"

Long Xi looked at Chu He with heavy eyes and said.

"Chu He, from today onwards, you will be the first-grade teacher of my academy, between the dean and other great Confucians, I will personally speak."

"If anyone disagrees, I will report to Senior Zhao and ask Senior Zhao to make the decision."

Just as Chu He was about to speak, Long Xi continued.

"I, Longxi, from today onwards, will be reduced to a first-rank teacher. When the Battle of the Two Boundaries Mountains is over, I will devote myself to studying and teaching, and I will never complain!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at Chu He and said.

"On behalf of the National Scholars Academy, I apologize to you."

After saying that, he clasped his fists and cupped his hands, bowed and knelt down, and saluted.

Chu He looked at the two, was silent for a moment, and slowly returned the greeting.

With such an attitude, he has nothing to say.

At this moment, to say anything is to disrespect Zhao Shanhe and Longxi.

In the study room, there was silence, and the three saluted.

Outside the academy, in a room in the outer courtyard.

Gong Xiaochen looked at the black mist in front of him and fell silent.

In his hand, there is a treasure-like thing.

Sheep-horned dog head, with six eyes looking straight at it.

It's just that on top of this thing, it doesn't have the style of ordinary Wenbao.

On the contrary, streaks of black ghost energy kept coming out and swallowing in it.

It is a ghost that is unique to the ghost world and can only be used by ghost cultivators!

Gong Xiaochen quietly looked at the black mist in front of him.

This black mist was summoned by his ghosts.

"Can I really gain power?"

Gong Xiaochen looked at the black mist in front of him and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the black mist billowed, and a hoarse voice came from inside.

The sound is terrible, like scratching on a sharp talc.

"What kind of power do you want?"

Gong Xiaochen was startled and almost sat down on the ground.

The black mist he summoned with ghosts was able to speak?

After a while, Gong Xiaochen calmed down and said cautiously.

"I want the strength of a third-rank Confucian."

The black mist was silent.

Just when Gong Xiaochen thought he was hallucinating just now, the black mist rolled again and a sound came out.

"If you are willing to dedicate your soul to me, I can give you the strength of a second-rank Confucian."

Second product?

Gong Xiaochen was overjoyed.

As long as he can reach the second rank, he can participate in the vortex in the capital, and he can also rescue Chu He from Nanjun.

He can even eliminate the hidden dangers on Chu He, allowing Chu He to gradually recover his strength.

He subconsciously thought that Chu He would never die if he was soaked in ghost aura.

But what price will he have to pay?

"What does it mean to dedicate your soul?"

Gong Xiaochen said carefully.

"Serve me forever, or..."

"Becoming a counter-species."

Reverse species!

Is the owner of the black mist in front of him, the existence behind the black mist, actually a powerful ghost cultivator?

If you can promise him a strength comparable to that of a second-rank Confucian, is that a second-rank Guishuai?

Whether he wants to do it or not is for Chu He.

Gong Xiaochen fell into deep thought.