The beautiful teacher who was raised by mad apprentices

The snow has been falling, black wolf smoke has been floating in the air, and no one has a smile on their faces wherever they pass.

Ji Huan'an wanted to go to the imperial city for no other reason, he just wanted to persuade Xue Qianshan to turn around, for his senior sister Su Xiaoyue.

Ji Huan'an's body became weaker day by day.

Shen Zhiyu originally wanted to find the holy doctor, but Qing brought back news that the holy doctor Shen Yicheng was killed some time ago.

Seeing the snow as big as a goose feather outside, Shen Zhiyu could only pin his last hope on Xue Yao.

He won't stop Ji Huan'an from doing whatever he wants to do now.

"Cough cough—cough cough—" Ji Huan'an closed his eyes and frowned, coughing in Shen Zhiyu's arms.

Shen Zhiyu reached out and took the handkerchief from the side, but the handkerchief was quickly taken away.

Ji Huan'an woke up suddenly, covered his mouth and coughed again. He felt better when the blood came out, but he was also weaker.

Lying down in Shen Zhiyu's arms again, Shen Zhiyu hugged Ji Huan'an as if he was holding a rare treasure.

"Lady, we're here..." Shen Zhiyu's voice has become softer and slower recently.

Ji Huan'an stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, it was still snowing outside, the elderly and children were snuggling together, wearing thin and worn clothes.

The child in her arms seemed to be having a fever and looked distressed.

Ji Huan'an stretched out his hand to escape a medicine bottle, looked at it, and threw it in front of the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he picked up the medicine bottle, then kowtowed to the carriage in thanks.

"thanks, thanks……"

Xue Qianshan was riding a horse outside the imperial city, behind him were monks from the Palace of Seven Kills and the Dark Race.

Standing on the tower were Lin Ange and his soldiers, while Xue Qianshan persuaded them to surrender outside the city.

"Emperor of the human race, I advise you to surrender quickly. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude..."

Ji Huan'an was carried out of the carriage by Shen Zhiyu, and Shen Zhiyu took another blanket for Ji Huan'an and wrapped him up.

To Ji Huan'an, it doesn't make much difference whether he wraps it up or not. In this weather, the wind doesn't blow on his body but on his bones, like knives chopping his bones.

The two sides soon fought, Lin Ange vowed not to surrender, all the soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows, hundreds of thousands of bows and arrows flew towards Xue Qianshan and the others.

With a wave of Xue Qianshan's hand, all those bows and arrows turned their heads. The bows and arrows shot to death many soldiers on the city wall, and Lin Ange was also shot.

He released the arrow from his shoulder and raised his sword to encourage the soldiers.

The kerosene flew out, but flew back again in mid-air.

It fell on the city wall and fell into the city.

Lin Ange looked at the soldiers behind him, at the people behind him, and he knew that this was an unwinnable battle.

Soldiers died, wounded, and people displaced.

Lin Ange stuck his sword into the ground, climbed up the city wall, and jumped down from the city wall.

Shen Zhiyu hugged Ji Huan'an in his arms, and a pair of people came behind Xue Qianshan.

Song Linjian was the first to discover it, and the monks from Foyun Mountain were the first to come. They were bald and wore cassocks, followed by a large group of monks.

Immediately after they all found out, Song Linjian took advantage of this gap and ran away quietly.

"Amitabha, almsgiver, turn your back and be right..." The one who spoke was benevolence.

Ji Huan'an didn't expect that Mercy would lead this group of monks down the mountain.

"Turn back? How do I turn back? How did they treat me back then? Now I just pay back a hundred times..."

"Master, what are you talking about with these people. They destroyed our homeland, and today they want you to pay for it..."

The monk behind Ren Ci raised his sword, and the people behind Xue Qianshan were always ready.

Xue Qianshan fought with the monks behind him and Ren Ci.

Although Ji Huanan was saddened to see this scene, he did not intend to help Xue Qianshan.

Ji Huanan didn't like Xue Qianshan since he was a child, and now that he has caused his own family to be wiped out, it would be great if he could persuade him to turn around.

Ji Huan'an didn't look any further, Shen Zhiyu helped him into the carriage.

Song Linjian sneaked back and bumped into Xiao Gui first.

"Why did you come back alone, what about my senior brother?"

Song Linjian ignored him and walked away.

Xiao Gui blocked Song Linjian's way, "I'm asking you, my senior brother..."

Song Linjian raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Gui with murderous intent in his eyes, "It's still there, but a group of bald donkeys came. They probably won't come back..."

After hearing this, Xiao Gui ran out in a hurry, but was stopped by Song Linjian.

"Hey, it won't help if you go now. Why don't you go to the astrology building and try to change your fate..."

Xiao Gui stopped after hearing Song Linjian's words, no matter whether Song Linjian was sincere or not, changing his fate is the best choice right now.

Song Linjian was not in the mood to take care of Xiao Gui, he was anxious to find a token now, and with the token, everyone in the Palace of Seven Kills had to listen to him.

Xiao Gui soon arrived at the astrology building, he wrapped the red thread around various instruments, held the astrolabe in his hand, and when he looked up, the sky was full of stars.

Song Lin literally ran to Xue Qianshan's room and turned Xue Qianshan's room upside down.

I searched every possible place for cabinets, shelves, and boxes, but found nothing.

Song Linjian sat slumped on the bed to sort out his thoughts, and there was a painting on the wall next to Xue Qianshan's bed.

The woman in the painting looks gentle and smiles sweetly.

It doesn't look like Xue Qianshan's mother, but isn't Xue Qianshan's wife Su Xiaoyue?

Song Linjian walked over and lifted the painting up. The wall behind the painting was bare, and it didn't look like there was a hidden grid.

When Song Linjian got angry, he lifted the painting down.

A crack opened in the wall automatically, Song Linjian stretched out his hand and pushed it, but he really pushed it away, there was actually a hidden compartment on the wall.

There was a box in the dark compartment, and Song Linjian took the box down.

Inside the box were a hairpin and a seal, and Song Linjian took out the seal to have a look.

This is what he was looking for, so he quickly put it away.

Suddenly, he thought of Xiao Gui in the astrology building, picked up the sword and went to the astrology building.

Everything was ready for Xiao Gui in the astrology building, and Song Linjian came in just as he was about to cast a spell.

Xiao Gui didn't notice that someone came in at all, Song Linjian walked behind Xiao Gui silently holding a sword.

For a moment, Xiao Gui felt as if something had pierced his body, and it hurt a little.

Looking down, he saw that blood was coming out of his abdomen, and the sword was still stained with his own blood.

The heart plate fell off from his hand, Xiao Gui looked back at Song Linjian.

"you……"

Song Linjian pulled out the sword and threw Xiao Gui to the ground.

The bell on the red line jingled when it was bumped, Xiao Gui lay on the ground covering his stomach and looked at Song Linjian with a gloomy expression.

Song Linjian repaired Xiao Gui's body a few more times, and only left the astrology building after making sure that Xiao Gui was hopeless.

Relying on the seal, the remaining people in the Hall of Seven Kills were quickly summoned.

"I want to cultivate the real world together..."

The group of people below looked at Song Linjian, and to them, it was just another master to continue killing.

"Poison Lord, challenge His Highness Qingyun. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will slaughter his whole family..." Song Linjian looked like a lunatic at the moment.

There was no longer any place for the human race to stay. Shen Zhiyu and Ji Huan'an had been staying in the carriage for the past few days.

Shen Zhiyu sent a letter to Qing, asking Qing to prepare a large sea of ​​flowers.

Looking at Shen Zhiyu who fell asleep again in his arms, he opened the message from Qing.

The news that the remnants of the Seven Killing Hall were going to attack the Qingyun Hall spread quickly, and Shen Zhiyu also received the news.

The carriage kept driving, and Ji Huan'an wanted to take a look at the scenery for the last time to relax.

This winter, Ji Huan'an lost almost everything he had.

Snow was hung on the trees outside the carriage, and snow was also hung on the roof of the carriage.

Ji Huan'an in the carriage woke up. Recently, Ji Huan'an was always half asleep and half awake. He would suddenly fall asleep when something happened, and suddenly wake up again when something happened.

"Did something happen outside?" Ji Huanan asked Shen Zhiyu weakly.

Shen Zhiyu planted a kiss on Ji Huan'an's forehead, "Song Linjian will attack Qingyun Palace tomorrow."

"Attack Qingyun Palace?" Ji Huan'an smiled rarely, but he was mocking Song Linjian. "Oh, it's really interesting. Let's go and see..."

"it is good……"

The cold wind blew again outside the carriage, Ji Huan'an gathered the blanket around his body, and Shen Zhiyu hugged Ji Huan'an even tighter under the blanket.

Fearing that Ji Huan'an would be bored, Shen Zhiyu held a book of travel notes in his hand and started reading for Ji Huan'an.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, we will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to do auspicious things. A group of virtuous people will arrive, and the young and old will gather together.

There are lofty mountains, luxuriant forests and bamboos here, as well as clear streams and turbulent waves, reflecting the left and right.

Cited as flowing cups of water, sitting next to it, although not as prosperous as silk and bamboo orchestras, one cup and one chant are enough to narrate the quiet feelings.

It's the day, the sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is smooth.Looking up at the vastness of the universe, looking down at the abundance of categories, so wandering eyes and bosoms are enough for extreme audio-visual entertainment, and you can believe in Coke.

The wife's relationship with each other will be admired for the rest of my life.Or take all the arms, and understand the words in one room;

Or because of the entrustment, let the waves go out.Although it is very interesting and restless, it is different from being calm and restless. When you are happy with what you meet, you get it for yourself temporarily, and you are happy and self-sufficient, and you don't know that old age is coming.

It's because of the tiredness, the emotion changes with the situation, and the emotion is the same.Xiang Zhixin, between pitching, has become a trace of the past, and I can't help but be happy with it.

The situation is shortened and the situation is changed, and the end will come to an end.The ancients said: "Death and life are too great!" Isn't it painful! "Ji Huan'an felt a little dazed when he heard half of it, he seemed to have returned to his student days.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window, and the birds are flying freely outside.

The Chinese teacher held the textbook in one hand and chalk in the other. It didn't take long for a large board to be written on the blackboard.

Ji Huan'an was lying on the table, the sun was shining on him, and the breeze was blowing on his face.

The teacher turned around and saw Ji Huanan sleeping, and said something insinuating.

"Drowsy in spring, sleepy in autumn, sleepy in summer, sleepless in March in winter..."

After hearing this, the deskmate quickly poked Ji Huan'an with a pen, but he didn't wake up after poking for a long time.

The teacher walked down with the book, walked to Ji Huan'an and saw that Ji Huan'an hadn't woken up yet, so he patted Ji Huan'an's head with the book.

Ji Huan'an, who was lying in Shen Zhiyu's arms, woke up, and he reached out to touch his face.

There were tears on his face, and he always felt empty in his heart when he woke up. In order not to worry Shen Zhiyu, he endured it in his heart.

"Lady, let's go down for a walk!"

Ji Huan'an was carried out of the carriage by Shen Zhiyu, snow fell on his hair, and Shen Zhiyu held up an umbrella for Ji Huan'an.

On the opposite cliff, the scarred Song Linjian was forced to the cliff with a sword.

While looking at the falling stones, Song Linjian saw Ji Huan'an on the opposite side.

"My life is worth it..." Song Linjian's voice was loud, and Ji Huanan heard it clearly.

"Being able to stand at such a height is something I never dared to dream of before. One day I would actually be in charge of the life and death of others. Unfortunately, I didn't expect it." Song Linjian raised the sword in his hand to be kind, "I didn't expect you bald The donkey is actually meddling in matters between sects..."

"Amitabha, the benefactor probably wants more than Lingyun Pavilion and Qingyun Palace..."

"Oh, indeed you guessed right. However, I won in the end, and I still hold the right to my own life and death." Song Linjian jumped down without hesitation, and his laughter gradually disappeared in the valley.

"Hahaha……"

Inexplicably, Ji Huan'an fell asleep again in Shen Zhiyu's arms, and when he woke up again, the sky was full of white snow drifting towards him.

The surroundings were filled with the fragrance of flowers, he stood up and looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers and put his arms around Shen Zhiyu's neck.

"Don't...don't be sad...I..."

A woman with white hair and white clothes descended from mid-air, and she walked towards Shen Zhiyu and Ji Huan'an.

"I am a snow demon..."