Incompatible with the male protagonist Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

Although the news of Ji He's assassination was suppressed, all factions of Yili heard the news, and everyone was already in danger.

Zhongzhou, the imperial city.

A heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open, and an old school that had been abandoned for a long time appeared in front of people's eyes. Yun Le held an imperial edict in his hand.

This position was originally not his turn, but many colleagues in the Imperial Academy were burned by the last fire, so he was temporarily promoted.

The college in front of me exudes a stale atmosphere, the courtyard walls are covered with dust, and there are a few huge spider webs on the door beams and around the corners.

Zhongzhou is going to open an official cultivation academy, which is Xuan Yi's decision after hearing that Ji He was assassinated.

He was the only one in the Hanlin Academy who was able-bodied, young and capable, and was quickly promoted. After receiving the instruction from the Outer Imperial Palace, he was simply awarded the post of Grand Master, and asked him to temporarily take charge of a series of important affairs of the academy.

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside again, and a group of handymen with buckets and brooms rushed in. When they saw him, they all bowed respectfully, "Lord Yun."

Yun Le ordered: "Be sure to clean this place up before sunset today."

"Yes."

He changed into a brand-new official uniform, and he was not used to it after only two days of wearing it.

The college is very big, even if it is dusty, you can still see its former glory.Yun Le walked around the courtyard, getting acquainted with the general route and buildings.

Compared to the boring day-to-day work in the Hanlin Academy, maybe here is more suitable for him.

Zhuang Que recovered from his injury and did not resign and go home as he said before, but stayed in the Imperial Academy.

His appearance was already ruined by the burns, and his entire face was scorched black. The people of the Hanlin Academy followed suit, and they didn't want to face this dispirited face, so they drove him to the file cabinet to do useless chores.

The last time the two met, Zhuang Que was silent, looking in a bad mood, bowed his head and left without saying anything.

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Thousands of miles away, in the sky, on a cloud boat carried by Thunderbird, Zhou Rong was sitting in the last row with his arms folded and his expression very calm.

As the sun was setting, Meng Tianshen was placed beside his hand, and the blood spattered on it had been evaporated by the demonic energy.

Besides him, there was another person sitting on the cloud boat, Qian Zhemao. He was sent to carry out the mission of the sect with Zhou Rong. The mission had just been completed, and the two were on their way back to the sect.

Qian Zhemao sat some distance away from him, sitting a few rows in front, restless.

They had originally received a call for help from the affiliated family of the sect, and they went to clean up a few monsters that were raging in the city.Just when Ziyan Jiaolong swallowed the group of monsters one by one, the disciples from a nearby small sect suddenly rushed out, insisting that they raised those monsters and made them lose money.

Qian Zhemao must be reluctant, but although that sect is small, it is also a member of the Northern Territory alliance, and that sect disciple even took out the badge of the so-called Northern Territory ally, threatening: "Although we are not as good as You Demon God Sect, but today is different from the past, but now you are flattering us, if you two don’t lose money, it’s fine, but I want your elders to come over and deal with this mess personally.”

Zhou Rong sneered and said, "I hate other people's threats the most."

He stretched out his hand to grab the disciple's neck, and his palm gradually tightened. There was still room for redemption when the matter developed to this point, but the disciple shouted desperately: "You are a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who killed thousands of swords! " Filled with righteous indignation, wishing to kill Zhou Rong directly.

Zhou Rong's eyes froze when he heard this, and he squeezed him to death with the force of his palm.

The matter didn't end here, the person he killed was the son of the head of the sect.My son died, of course I have to stand up and ask for justice, clamoring for blood to pay.

Qian Zhemao couldn't stop it at all, and watched Zhou Rong kill the old suzerain who came to collect debts aggressively.

Once the suzerain died, things really couldn't be undone.

But what Qian Zhemao never imagined was that Zhou Rong was stimulated by the blood, or the long-suppressed hostility in his heart broke out, directly slaughtering their entire sect.

Although it is a small sect, there are more than 100 people.

As a monk, Qian Zhemao had killed people before, but he had never seen such a bloody scene.He felt that Zhou Rong was simply crazy, but judging from his eyes, there was no fluctuation, and he looked very rational.

Although it was the people from the opposing sect who made the first move, both sides were obviously angry, and there were many killing moves, and no one wanted to stop.But slaughter an entire sect?

Just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle, let alone witnessing it with one's own eyes.

On the cloud boat, Qian Zhemao's face was ugly, the palm of his hand holding the natal sword was loosened and held, and then loosened, unable to make up his mind.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the person sitting behind him, and he also restrained his vitality from fluctuating too much, for fear of revealing a little bit of his emotions.

At this moment, Zhou Rong spoke abruptly, "I didn't intend to kill you. As long as you swallow what happened today and don't mention it to anyone, I can let you go."

Qian Zhemao turned his head abruptly with a shocked expression.

"But why did you report to the prison?" Zhou Rong asked.

"How did you know, when—"

Before Qian Zhemao finished speaking, Ziyan Flood Dragon flew over in a circle, and spit out a letter box with saliva on it, with the symbol of forbidden prison painted on it.

Qian Zhemao's pupils shrank, knowing that something was wrong, he stood up abruptly, brandished his sword to confront him, and said angrily, "So you're going to kill me?"

Zhou Rongdao: "You want to kill me, why can't I kill you?"

"Aren't you afraid that things will be exposed and let Xie Xiu know?"

"Don't use him to threaten me." Zhou Rong said word by word, the magic lines on his face still haven't faded.

Qian Zhemao knew that he was in danger now, so he didn't care about being on the cloud boat, so he jumped down directly.

Ziyan Flood Dragon chased after him, but Qian Zhemao was caught up before he could control the sword very far, biting off an arm, and Xiao Zi flew back with him in his mouth.

"Don't kill me, Zhou Rong, I beg you..." Qian Zhemao's tone was completely flustered, and he couldn't help begging for mercy, "We have known each other for four years, and we are also disciples of the same line. After so many lessons, we even had a drink together, and you even taught me swordsmanship, I'm sorry, really, I shouldn't have reported to the prison, I was just in a panic, please let me live..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sword shadow flashed across his neck quickly, and his neck was wiped off. His breath quickly languished, and with his eyes open, he seemed to never have thought that Zhou Rong would really dare to kill his fellow disciples until his death.

Perhaps, in his heart, he never had the concept of fellowship.

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Shuocheng, Minzhou, divided into sects.

At dusk, You Yangxu sat on the terrace outside the courtyard and played the qin, the sound of the qin was like spring water hitting a stone, lingling.

These days, he is always drinking.After drinking, they sing and play the piano.A few juniors and juniors discussed privately whether he had lost their relationship, and he knew about it, but he didn't want to explain it.

That's right, he was indeed broken in love, and lost a person he liked, but that was a long time ago.

About a few years ago, You Yangxu discovered that he fell in love with a female cultivator from the same sect, named Wang Qin'er. When he was selling lanterns at the market on Tushen Peak during the Shangyuan Festival of a certain year, he still fell in love with her. I hesitated whether to confess or not.

It wasn't until a year ago that Tao Biqing got hold of him. At that time, he woke up in time and made his own choice.

You Yangxu came back to his senses and asked, "You came to talk to me about the piano?"

"Only talk about the piano, not about anything else." Kong Ling smiled, "I have a problem that has been bothering me, and I plan to ask my brother for advice."

"Please say."

"If there was once a bloodthirsty demon who wanted to sell a peerless piano, but to get this peerless piano, he had to promise her a condition, would senior brother agree?" Kong Ling asked.

You Yangxu: "Will it be you instead?"

"I won't promise her, but I will find the whereabouts of the peerless Qin and save it from the hands of the devil."

You Yangxu sighed, raised his eyes, and said, "You know everything?"

"Brother, Tao Biqing forced you, right?"

"Yes, she told me that if I want to know Qin'er's whereabouts, I must join hands with her to control the branch." You Yangxu admitted.

Tao Biqing had indeed contacted him secretly, and he did not deny it.

"Senior Brother, don't worry, the Great Elder is already looking for Senior Sister Wang Qin'er for you." Kong Ling comforted, "I believe it won't take long before your lovers will meet again."

... the Great Elder?

You Yangxu nodded, and said calmly, "Okay, I'll wait for his news."

On a high mountain far away from Minzhou, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually began to gather.The bright golden sun shines all over, and it is extraordinarily gorgeous.

Zhou Rong sat on the top of the hill, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and the vitality in the meridians in his body circulated to mediate the injury.At this time, his blood was surging, and his body was seriously injured, and it would be difficult to recover for a while.

He raised his head to drink while waiting for the magic lines on his face and body to fade away.It was just a few insignificant lives, and they were killed as soon as they were killed. The only person who made him feel a little troublesome was Qian Zhemao.

For Li Canran, he can treat these people as so-called friends, or he can treat the fear and loathing hidden in their eyes as invisible, anyway, he doesn't care at all.

But Qian Zhemao's act of being smart just now had touched his bottom line, and he was purely looking for death.

Estimated time, in less than half an hour, night will fall.

At this moment, with a thought in his mind, he turned his head to look in one direction.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Rong had a clear idea, "Cangzhou City?"

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Adjusted the order of chapters 144-146, sorry