I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Seeing the anger that was about to erupt in Chu He's eyes, Wen Xiang sighed and said.

"Chu He, I can understand your current mood. We are all heartbroken by doing what Emperor Zhao Yin did."

"But I don't want you to lose your sense of proportion in this matter. You can go back, go to the academy, and go to the Book Pavilion."

"Do the emperor's business, leave it to us."

Chu He looked at Lin Zhennan who was on the side.

Lin Zhennan shook his head and said.

"I'm not dead yet. I know how the Daqian Emperor Zhao Yin should deal with it. You can go back."

Chu He sighed, knowing that he had done something wrong after all, suppressed his emotions, nodded, got up and walked out of Qiankun Hall.

Before leaving, Chu He glanced at Ji Bai and said.

"You have done so much for Prime Minister Zuo, and in the end he didn't even have a plan to take you away."

"I killed my former master just to fall into ghost cultivation, but actually found that I was the one who was abandoned."

"If it weren't for more people hating you, I would kill you now."

"It's just letting you die like this, it's too cheap for you."

Ji Bai's eyes were full of confusion, as if he was still stuck in the last second before Zuo Xiang left.

Chu He snorted, ignored him, and walked out of Qiankun Hall.

After walking out of the palace, Chu He flashed to the bookstore.

In the academy, there was silence.

In the old academy, there was a lot of playfulness, and the sound of reading was everywhere.

The current academy is lifeless, as if it has been deserted for many years.

Chu He walked into the academy and entered the inner courtyard.

The front of the inner courtyard is the inner courtyard study.

In the past, no matter what time it was, there were great Confucianists from the academy stationed there.

But now, that's no longer necessary.

Chu He looked at the study in the inner courtyard with deep eyes.

From his face, he couldn't feel the pain, but he could feel the oppression of his breath.

Suddenly, the door to the study in the inner courtyard opened.

A familiar face stepped out of it.

Chu He was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously called out.

"Senior Zhao."

The face was startled suddenly, and then he spoke.

"Chu He? Are you back?"

The voice is very familiar, but it is not Zhao Shanhe's voice.

Chu He closed his eyes and shook his head, then opened his eyes, only to realize that it was not Zhao Shanhe standing in front of him, but Qi Guoyuan.

Qi Guoyuan asked suspiciously.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Chu He shook his head, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

He didn't want to show it in front of Qi Guoyuan, so he just asked.

"Uncle Qi, why are you here?"

Qi Guoyuan chuckled, turned his head to look at the academy, and said.

"There is no one here, and there is no need to watch the inner and outer courtyards, but I think this inner courtyard must be watched by someone, otherwise I will always feel uncomfortable."

"The dignified National Scholars Academy, no matter what happens, it can't be left alone."

Chu He asked with a burst of sadness in his heart.

"What about the others? The inner court disciples who stayed behind at that time, they..."

Qi Guoyuan laughed and said.

"Don't worry, there were more than a dozen inner court disciples stationed in the inner court at that time, but they were all fine. Under the arrangement of Elder Gong, they entered the deepest part of the academy."

"After Ji Bai left, I sent them away. After all, the current academy is full of ghosts. It's not good for young people like them to stay here."

Chu He stared at Qi Guoyuan, half relaxed and half worried.

"The ghost aura is pervasive, and you will also be eroded by the ghost aura here. Why don't you go to the outer courtyard to guard?"

Qi Guoyuan smiled lightly.

"Old man, I'm already in my fifties or sixties, so what else do I care about? I'm only a fourth-rank martial artist in my life. Even if it affects me, where can it affect me?"

Qi Guoyuan turned his head, looked at the academy and said.

"It's just a pity that such a good academy has become what it is now."

Chu He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a voice from afar.

"Chu He?"

Accompanied by the sound of joy approaching from far away, Chu He turned his head and saw Li Shan behind the inner courtyard.

"Uncle Li."

Chu He saluted.

Li Shan waved his hands repeatedly and laughed.

"There is no need to salute so much, besides you are now a first-rank teacher in the academy, we still have to salute you."

Li Shan stood in front of Chu He, patted Chu He's shoulder in relief, and said.

"Good boy, I can't even tell what my level is now. I was still a fourth-grade talent before, right? Where is it now?"

Chu He replied.

"Just promoted to a third-rank Confucianism."

Qi Guoyuan and Li Shan had no surprise on his face, and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, it's only been a few years? One year? I remember that a year ago, you were a fifth-rank talented scholar, and now you have broken through to a third-rank Confucian. You really are a genius in my academy."

"In two years, you will definitely be able to be promoted to the rank two Confucianism, and then you will be the pillar of our human race."

Chu He responded with a smile and spoke.

"You two Uncles, I'll go to the bookstore to have a look, you two Uncles don't need to pay attention to me."

Qi Guoyuan laughed.

"Haha, go, you can still meet an acquaintance there."

After bidding farewell to Qi Guoyuan and Li Shan, Chu He walked to the Book Pavilion.

In the past, Shuge, which was constantly exuding literary spirit and was the place with the most abundant literary spirit in the entire capital, has completely changed its appearance now.

The golden light is no longer there, nor is the strong literary spirit, what is left is only a black fog shrouded in ghostly aura.

This is the consequence of the sage's mantra being defiled and transformed into ghost energy.

Chu He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Shuge and took a deep breath.

And at this moment, a figure walked out from the book pavilion.

When the man saw Chu He, he was startled suddenly, then saluted and said.

"Young master."

The person who came out was none other than his book spirit, Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng no longer needs Chu He to provide Wen Qi, so he can act on his own.

Apart from being able to enter Chu He's Wen Hai, Xiao Feng is already a completely different person.

Chu He froze for a moment, and asked.

"Why are you in there?"

He didn't remember that he told Xiao Feng to come to the academy.

Xiao Feng is only a fourth-rank martial artist, with the strength of a third-rank, but that's all.

A fourth-rank martial artist with only a third-rank martial artist is no different from cannon fodder when he participates in the battle of a first-rank Confucian.

So before Chu He left, all he had to tell him was to keep an eye on the guards.

Why is he in Shuge?

Xiao Feng shook his head and said.

"When Wenxiang went to Liangjie Mountain, I suspected that Wenxiang might have other backhands, but Wang Mang couldn't let go, so I came to the academy, but it's a pity, I'm only a fourth-rank martial artist. Yang Lianhe is not Ji Bai's opponent either."

"After the Battle of Book Pavilion, I woke up from the outer courtyard of the Academy and noticed the ghostly aura pervading the Book Pavilion. I was worried that other rebels would come, so I voluntarily sat in the Book Pavilion."