The Villain's White Lotus Halo

In the early morning of the second day, I couldn't go to the meeting after all.

Because a blue sparrow delivering a letter landed outside Yin Biyue's courtyard.

The paper is thin cloud paper, the ink is Huizhou sinking ink, and the handwriting is the most correct Taige style.

"Lanyuan Academy invites your Excellency to go through the residence and sweep the couch to welcome you."Sincerely, Mr. Master. ' Even the words used are formal honorifics.

Although such an invitation is exquisite, any high-ranking family can do it.

The difference is that what is stamped at the end of the invitation card is not the emblem of the school, but the private seal of Mr. Zhang.

Lanyuan Academy is not in the 'one mountain with three sects, Buddhist temples with two temples, and Mozong twelve palaces', it is neutral.But behind these forces, there are faint shadows of academies.The current head of Baopuzong once studied in a school, and the head of Jiekong Temple also taught Buddhism in a school. Among the mainstays of any middle school, there must be a few disciples who were born in a school.Even among the prominent officials in the Northern Imperial Capital, many of them graduated from Lanyuan Academy.

The most important thing is that the master of the school is one of the six great sub-sages in the world.

The invitation card personally stamped by such a big man is naturally extraordinary.

Duan Chongxuan held the invitation card and gasped in amazement, "This kind of supernatural means is worthy of being a sub-sage...Fourth senior brother, do you think the space formation in this Yinli can bring two people? Don't you want us to go together?"

go to your sister!

The corners of Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.

Space travel also takes people, tearing you apart every minute!

Yin Biyue reached out and took back the invitation card to look at it. The words seemed modest, but did not specify the time.

The meaning is very simple, that is, to set off immediately when the invitation is received.

He suddenly remembered a vulgar saying in the practice world, "Cangya Mountain's domineering is real swords and guns. If you don't accept it, you will be beaten. I am the truth." As for the Lanyuan Academy, it clearly follows the etiquette system, and It’s kind, but it’s hard for you to refuse.”

He gently rubbed the stamp on the end of the letter, which was no more than the size of a palm, with his fingertips.The red ink pad is slightly convex, the texture is fine and smooth, and it is the four seal carvings of "Private Seal of Zhang Yuan" that cannot be vulgar.

Duan Chongxuan watched from the side with a nervous expression, afraid that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.

In Mr. Zhang Yuan's seal, there is a space formation, injecting true essence can open the space channel.Lanyuan Academy is in Yunyang City in the middle land, and Cangya Mountain is in the west land, the distance is more than a thousand miles.

Now it's almost there.

Yin Biyue couldn't think of what a big man like Yasheng would do when he saw him, and he thought that it was impossible for Duan Chongxuan to guess the reason why he was invited to give lectures because of his good grades that year.

Because during the three years he was in the academy, he didn't even know where the door of Mr. Zhang's residence opened.All affairs in the school are handled by the deputy director and a group of teaching teachers.

Mr. Head of the Academy, it seems that he is only responsible for living in legends.

If you can't think of it, then you don't want it, and you have to see it anyway.

He chattered and nodded, "Junior brother, I'm going."

Duan Chongxuan hurriedly came forward, "Fourth senior brother, do you really not consider taking me with you?!...Eh, senior brother, senior brother..."

It seemed that the chattering shouts were still in his ears, and he was standing on a strange land in a blink of an eye.

There are shallow pools of water accumulated on the green bricks, and there is still a cool vapor in the air.

It has just rained in Yunyang City.The first light of day.

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 academy, in front of him was a town hall stone that looked like a ganoderma lucidum and was as huge as a mountain.A magnificent aura rushed over.

Standing beside the stone, the little boy in the red coat with a long hair bun bowed his hands, "Senior brother, please follow me, sir has been waiting for a long time."

The school is not so much a mansion as it is a city within a city.

Because it is surprisingly large.

Bypassing the Zhenfu Stone is the broad main road of the school, which leads far away to the Qinxue Hall where the students gather on weekdays. At this time, it is the time of "Shangshengshu", and the students are all listening to Mr. Xie's lectures in the schoolhouse.

The huge main road and hall seemed more and more empty.

After passing the Qinxue Hall, the road in front of you suddenly becomes complicated. There are not only winding corridors, but also long green brick paths extending in all directions.

Yin Biyue walked on the road that the original body had traveled countless times.

The three people embraced the locust pavilion like a cover, and the green vines covered the four-story library building, and it was green from a distance.The vermilion lacquer on the pillars in front of the door of each school building has been somewhat mottled, revealing its original dull color.

The wind carries the fragrance of grass and trees, and the sound of reading is blown.

Everything here is familiar and strange.

What does Lanyuan Academy teach?

Lanyuan Academy teaches everything.

Calligraphy and painting, Nine Chapters of Arithmetic, Parallel Prose and Liju, Musical Score.

Introductory practice, a hundred schools of thought, the universe is prehistoric, and the mind of the imperial court.

Mr. Zhangyuan once said, "There are different ways to ask questions, but there is no good or bad. There are three thousand roads, and the same goal is achieved by different routes."

This is the purpose of the school.

The little boy who led the way turned around an arched door again and said with a smile, "It's been a few years since my brother graduated, but do you still remember the way here?"

Yin Biyue said, "Thousands of times in three years, I remember it. It's just ashamed to say that I don't know the name of the master who is a student of the academy."

He thought this little boy was the servant boy in charge of the courtyard, and he could always know a gentleman's surname.In this way, it will be convenient for him to address him when he meets the head of the hospital later.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Tong said, "No one really knows Mr.'s name. I think maybe Mr. himself doesn't remember it either."

Yin Biyue was a little surprised, "It's like people in the world don't dare to call the sword sage by name, so after a long time, I really don't remember the name?"

But he saw the boy's innocent expression and lively personality, which shows that Mr. must be gentle to those around him.At least on the surface.

The little boy puffed up his bun face in confusion,

"Yes and no. Mister has a very high seniority, so no matter how prominent the status is in the world, everyone needs to be called 'Mr. , the name is not important. After all, in the eyes of Mr., all beings in the world are treated equally."

All beings are equal?Yin Biyue smiled slightly.This makes it appear that the Headmaster is a true saint.

But under the saints, all are ants.

Since they are ants, they are naturally equal.

With a face as calm as water, he followed the boy around the library and walked to the depths of the secluded school.

Suddenly turning a corner, he took a step behind, and when he looked again, the boy's figure disappeared out of thin air.

Yin Biyue didn't panic either.Walked forward leisurely.

Because the entire school is the private domain of Mr.

Here, the movement of every flower and leaf, every bird and beast is under control, which cannot be hidden from Mr.

Then he lost his way, and it should be in Mr.'s eyes.

He walked past the martial arts arena, where the teenagers practiced their swords sternly, with immature faces and firm expressions.Sweat trickled down his forehead into his collar.

He was standing outside the Sibian Hall, where two factions of students were arguing, blushing and glaring at each other.

He looked at the hurried figures coming and going in the library, passing by the window.Walking steadily, holding thick files and letters.

Just a classmate who is young and in the prime of his life.

He remembered the two courses of 'Speculation' and 'Swordsmanship', which he had taken before, and Mr. Xi was notoriously strict and harsh.

He remembered that when he first entered school, others commented, "Can I graduate at such a young age", and finally watched him top the list.

He thought of the countless nights when he lit the lamp to read at night, the morning when he got up early and practiced the sword, and the dusk when he climbed the building and looked into the distance.

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

Memories flooded in like a flood, and scenes from the past flew by before his eyes.

The world is a big dream.

He has experienced the joys, sorrows and joys of the school for three years.From the uneasy first entrance examination in the Hall of Diligence, to the practice of singing and drinking in Lantai, every day is unforgettable.

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

All kinds of yesterday, all become me today.

With a thought, the long sword chirped.

The blue bricks under his feet cracked a foot-long deep gap.

At the end of the sky, the setting sun is like blood.

At the same time, under the locust tree in the deep courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar under the belt of Eguan Bo smiled slightly, "Before the sword is out, the breath is first, good."

Sophora japonica flowers all over the courtyard trembled and swayed in the wind, as if echoing his joy.

Yin Biyue was still immersed in the sword intent just now, which was a kind of mystery that was almost intuitive.

The scenery in front of him changed suddenly.

It was replaced by a courtyard full of locust trees.

The season is obviously only mid-spring, but the branches of pagoda trees are already full here, and the sweet fragrance is floating in the air.

There is a person standing under the locust tree, the owner of the entire school.

Before meeting Mr. Zhangyuan, Yin Biyue thought about what kind of person this would be countless times.

Perhaps most people are curious about what kind of appearance and power these few people standing on the highest places in the world should have.

But there is no conjecture that satisfies the current situation.

At first, he thought that his husband must be an old man with a sense of demeanor, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The man was standing under the tree, clapping his hands a little wearily, like a wealthy idler from a wealthy family.

Even the most correct Eguanbo belt, when worn on him, also shows a three-dimensional diffused air.

He didn't have the majesty of the sect leader, nor the unstoppable sword intent of Jun Yu, not even the vigor of a warrior in Liu Jishuang.

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

The man in front of him was very powerful.

He is a rare peak powerhouse in his long experience.

Yin Biyue took two steps forward, and kept a proper distance from the courteous, politely saluted as a disciple, "Student has met Mr."

The wealthy idler waved his hand to signal that he needn't be too polite.

In the next second, this vigilance was magnified to the extreme.

It was as if the blood in the whole body was frozen like falling into an ice cave in an instant!

Because the man glanced at him with a smile, and sighed with regret,

"If you can't kill him, forget it."