The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

In the early morning of the second day, I failed to go to the meeting after all.

Because a Qingshu sparrow was delivered outside Yin Biyue's courtyard.

The paper is thin Yunjian, the ink is Shenzhou ink of Huizhou, and the handwriting is the most correct Taige style.

'Lanyuan Academy invites you to go through the house and meet you.Sincerely, Mr. Zhang Yuan.'Conjunctions are also one-on-one glances.

Although such an invitation is exquisite, it is made by any family of high-ranking families.

The difference is that the invitation card at the end does not have the "Sheng Hua Pen" emblem of the academy, but a private seal of Mr. Zhang Yuan.

Lanyuan Academy is not in the'One Mountain, Three Schools, Buddhism and Shuangsi Temple, Mozong Twelve Palaces', it is neutral.But behind these forces, there is a shadow of the academy.The current head of Bao Puzong had studied in the academy, and the first of the temples in Jiekong had taught Buddhism in the academy. In any of the main pillars of the middle school, there are several disciples from the academy.Even the prominent officials in the imperial court of the Northern Emperor, many graduated from Lanyuan College.

The most important thing is that the husband of the academy is one of the six great Asian saints in the world.

Such an invitation stamped by a big man is naturally extraordinary.

Duan Chongxuan wondered with the invitation card, "This kind of magical means is worthy of Yasheng... Brother Si, you said that the space array of Inri can take two people? Don't we tie them together?"

Go to your sister!

Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.

Space traverse also brings people, tearing you apart in minutes!

Yin Biyue stretched out his hand to take back the invitation and looked at it. The words written in the words seemed modest, but they did not specify the time.

The meaning is very simple, which is to let you leave immediately when you receive the invitation.

Suddenly he thought of a vulgar saying in the practice world, "Cangya Mountain's overbearing is a real sword and a real gun.'If you don't subdue, you will get yours, Lao Tzu is justified!' Be kind, but it makes you refuse."

He rubbed the end of the letter thinly with his palm, but his palm-sized stamp.The red ink mud is slightly convex, the texture is delicate and soft, and it is the vulgar four seals of the "Palm Court Private Seal".

Duan Chongxuan looked aside, his face nervous, afraid that a blink of an eye would disappear.

Mr. Zhang Yuan’s seal contains a spatial array method, which can be opened by injecting real elements.Lanyuan Academy is in Yunyang City in the Midland, while Cangya Mountain is in Westland.

Now it can be instantaneous.

Yin Biyue couldn't figure out what a big man like Yasheng would see him, and thought that it was impossible for Duan Chongxuan to guess'Because he had good grades at the time, he asked him to lecture.'

Because during his three years in the university, he didn't even know where the door of Mr. Zhangyuan's residence opened.The school has its own deputy academy and a group of teachers in charge of matters of size.

Mr. Zhang Yuan seems to live in legend only with responsibility.

If you can’t think of it, you don’t want to.

He nodded in conversation, "Brother, I'm gone."

Duan Chongxuan hurriedly came up, "Brother Sis, don't you really consider taking me?!...... Hey, Brother, Brother..."

It was as if the screaming shout was still in his ear, and he stood on the strange land in a blink of an eye.

There was shallow water on the blue bricks, and the air was still carrying cool water vapor.

Yunyang City just had a rain.The sky dawned.

Yin Biyue looked back at the shadow and calculated the time difference and distance between the two continents.

He was standing inside the vermilion gate of the school, facing a huge mountain-like stone like Ganoderma lucidum and mountain.The magnificent demeanor came.

The little boy in the red jacket with his hair upright stood beside the stone and gave him a hand. "This brother, please come with me. The sir has been waiting for a long time."

The school is not so much a house as a city in a city.

Because it is surprisingly big.

Bypassing the Zhenfu stone, there is a broad main road of the academy, which leads to the Qinxue Hall of the weekday student assembly. At this time, it is the time of the "Senior Student", and the students are all listening to the teacher in the school.

The vast main road and hall became more and more empty.

After passing the Qinxue Hall, the road in front of me was suddenly complicated. There were both winding and winding corridors, as well as green bricks extending in all directions.

Yin Biyue walked on the road that he had walked through countless times.

The black locust pavilion embraced by the three people was covered with trees, and the vines covered the four-story library building.The porch in front of the door of a school, Zhu Qi has been mottled, revealing the original dull color.

With the fragrance of plants and trees in the wind, the sound of reading books blew.

Everything here is familiar and strange.

What does Lanyuan Academy teach?

Lan Yuan Academy teaches everything.

Calligraphy and painting, nine chapters of arithmetic, parallel prose, prosody, musical notation.

Introduction to spiritual practice, a hundred schools of thought, cosmic floods, and dynamism.

Mr. Zhang Yuan once said, "Ask for success, but there are no advantages and disadvantages. Three thousand avenues lead to the same goal."

This is the purpose of the academy.

The leading boy turned another archway and smiled, "Senior brother has been in school for some years, but remember the road here?"

Yin Bi crossed the road, "I have gone through ten million times in three years, I remember it. It's just ashamed that the disciples of the academy were born, but I don't know the name of Mr. Zhang Yuan."

He thought this little boy was a waitress in the courtyard, and he always knew the surname of this gentleman.In this way, I saw the palm courtyard later, which is convenient for me to call.

Unexpectedly, the child said, "No one really knows the name of the sir. I think maybe the sir doesn't remember it himself."

Yin Biyue was a little surprised, "It's like the world doesn't dare to call the sword saint's name, so after a long time, can't remember the name?"

But he looked at the boy with a naive look and lively personality, showing that Mr. gentleman should be gentle to those around him.At least on the surface.

The child tangled his bun face,

"It is not. Mr. is very senior, so no matter who is distinguished in the world, he needs to be called "Mr." But Mr. is also broad-minded, no matter how poor and humble, he can be called "Mr." , The name is not important anyway. After all, in the eyes of the gentleman, all beings in the world are treated equally."

All beings are equal?Yin Bi smiled slightly.This seems to be a true saint.

But under the saint, all are ants.

Being ants, they are naturally equal.

He was quiet like water on the face, and followed the boy around the library building and walked deep into the secluded school.

Suddenly a turn, he was one step behind, and when he looked again, the child's figure disappeared out of thin air.

Yin Biyue did not panic.Xiantong walked forward.

Because the whole school is the private field of the gentleman.

Here, one flower and one leaf, one bird and one beast are all under control, but they cannot hide the eyes of the husband.

Then he should be lost, and it should be in the eyes of the husband.

He walked through the performance martial arts field. The boys practiced their swords one by one, their faces were immature and their expressions were firm.Sweat fell along the forehead into the collar.

He stood outside the door of the thinking hall, and the two students in the hall were arguing and glared at each other with a blushing neck.

He stared at the library building, hurriedly passing by the window.Down to earth, holding a thick volume and brief.

Just like a teenager, Fenghua Zhengmao.

He remembered the two courses of "Thinking and Discriminating" and "Preliminary Research on Swordsmanship".

He remembered that when he first entered school, someone else said,'Can you graduate at such a young age', and finally watched him top the list.

He remembered the countless nights of reading lanterns at night, the early morning when he got up early to practice his sword, and the evening when he climbed up to the ground.

Yin Biyue has never been the best genius, but Yin Biyue is more diligent than every genius.

Memory flooded like a flood, and scenes of the past passed by before his eyes.

A big dream in the world.

He experienced the joys and sorrows of the college for three years.From the uneasy initial entrance examination in the hall of diligence, to the practice of Lantai, who sings and indulges in wine, every day is memorable.

Until this moment, he was Yin Biyue, and Yin Biyue was him.

Yesterday, everything became me.

As soon as his thoughts moved, the long sword said to himself.

The blue brick beneath his feet cracked a foot-long deep gap.

At the end of the day, the sun is bloody.

At the same time, under the locust tree in the deep courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with an Eguan Bo smiled,

"The sword is angry before the breath, good."

The Huaihua in the courtyard was trembling and swaying in the wind, as if echoing his joy.

Yin Biyue was also immersed in Fang Cai's sword intention, which was a kind of almost intuitive mystery.

The scenery in front of me must suddenly change.

It was replaced by a courtyard full of locust trees.

The season is clearly not Zhongchun, but there are already branches of locust blossoms here, and the sweet fragrance is floating in the air.

There was a man standing under the tree, the owner of the whole school.

Before meeting Mr. Zhang Yuan, Yin Biyue thought about how this person would be.

Perhaps most people have such a curiosity, what the people who stand in the highest place in the world should look like, what kind of power.

But there is no conjecture that satisfies the current situation.

He originally thought that his husband must be a dangling old man, but he could not imagine that the person in front of him was a middle-aged Confucian.

The man stood under the tree, some lazily copying his hands, like a wealthy idler in a big door.

Even the most correct Eguan Bo belt, worn on him, also showed three scattered diffuse.

There is no exposing power of the head, no sword intention that Jun Yu can't force on, and even Liu Wushuang's martial arts has no sharpness.

But Yin Biyue did not dare to relax his guard.Because he has a keen intuition about the strength of the soul.

The man in front of him is very powerful.

It is the rare peak powerhouse in his long experience.

Yin Bi stepped forward two steps, and just kept the distance of holding the ceremony, and did a proper discipleship,

"The student has seen sir."

The rich idle man waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to be polite.

The next second, this vigilance was amplified to the extreme.

It seems that the blood in the whole body is frozen like an ice cave in an instant!

Because the man glanced at him with a smile, a little regretful sigh,

"You failed to kill him, then forget it."