The big bump on Prince Longqing's head was obviously beaten with a stick, and judging from the size, it was obvious that the force was not small.

"Who?"

Li Qiye's brows instantly wrinkled.

The one with the highest level here is Prince Longqing, and the rest is him, Mo Li. Over at the academy, according to the data, the one with the highest level of cultivation is Xie Chengyun, a native of the Southern Jin Dynasty, who is just not confused. As for Ning Que, Mo Li has no

Thinking about it this way, how could a loser who can't practice leave a bag on Prince Longqing's head in full view of everyone?

The only explanation is that someone attacked!

But who is this person? The only person who can take action in this situation is someone who knows his fate or above.

Dongxuan doesn’t have this ability.

Everyone here felt inexplicable. Why did Prince Longqing suddenly fainted when he was fine?

Who is Long Qing?

Who doesn’t know this in the Haotian world? The identity of the prince of Yan State has no effect in the Tang State. If it were just this identity, Long Qing would not be able to survive in the Tang State.

But the result...

Long Qing fell into a coma so easily. Long Qing, who was so proud and arrogant in the hearts of all the students in the academy, fell into a coma like this. He was so faint that it was incredible, so faint that it was unbelievable, so faint that he could not understand, but he was still faint, so clearly that he was faint.<

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They were not Mo Li. They were too far away, and with the cover of their hair, they naturally did not see the big bump on Prince Long Qing's head. However, from Mo Li's "Who", it was not difficult to guess that Prince Long Qing was inexplicably unconscious.

, not natural, but man-made.

Who did it? Who is so bold as to dare to touch a prince, and this prince is also the second-in-command of the Judgment Department of Xiling Temple?

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In a private room not far from the courtyard, Jiu Singer stood in front of the window holding an iron rod, looking towards the courtyard behind, and retracted the iron rod lightly, as if nothing happened just now.

"Prince Longqing, a genius in Xiling, is just mediocre." Jiuge sneered.

After all, Prince Longqing, like most of the losers in Xiling, is also a loser who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Seeing that the cultivation level of the group here is not as high as his, naturally they dare to act recklessly.

If not, would he dare to speak with the tone just now in front of Xiong Chumo and Ye Hongyu? He would probably have knelt down to beg for mercy, as well-behaved as a dog.

Jiuge has seen a lot of this kind of guy.

He even suspected that Prince Longqing came to the academy this time just to suppress the Tang Dynasty.

After all, this guy looks arrogant and domineering, and he really doesn’t look like someone who is here to study.

Proton? Is there such an arrogant and domineering proton?

Regardless of whether Prince Longqing has other thoughts, since he dares to be arrogant in front of Jiu Ge, it is natural to give him some color.

Do you really think this is Xiling? Or is it his country of Yan?

I don’t know how deep the sky and the earth are.

A trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Jiu Ge's mouth. Although he doesn't like to cause trouble, he is definitely not afraid of trouble.

This is the Tang Dynasty, not his Xiling in Longqing.

However, the ability to have no distance is quite useful. At least when you hit someone, no one else knows who hit you.

He threw the iron bar aside, turned around and sat down to drink tea. He enjoyed the rare purity.

The noisy people all ran to the courtyard behind. The private room was very quiet, except for occasional whispers.

No way, although Deshengju is said to be the best restaurant in Chang'an, due to some technical reasons, the sound insulation is still a bit poor.

But this is enough.

As for the following party, Jiu Ge doesn’t plan to go. What is he going to do with the idiot princess and the useless prince?

Moreover, as a practitioner, he had no intention of getting involved in the struggle for royal power.

It can only be said that everything Li Yu did was basically in vain.

Even if Li Hunyuan is promoted to the position of prince, as long as the master does not agree, then he will only be a prince in this life, and he will never sit in that position in this life.

The struggle for royal power is a joke in the world of practitioners.

She probably didn't even know that her father and stepmother were both accomplished people.

The leader of Xiling needs the consent of Zhi Shou Guan in order to feel at ease. When the leader of the Yuelun Kingdom ascends the throne, he also needs the Baita Temple to preside over the throne, otherwise the world will not recognize him.

This is the right of the spiritual world. Practitioners are transcendent from the world, but they can control the world.

The only exception was the Tang State. The people in the back mountain did not interfere in politics, leaving the Tang king to manage and make his own decisions. Of course, when necessary, the academy's back mountain would also use coercive means to suppress everything.

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"It is said that the Tang Dynasty is a country that knows etiquette. Is this how you, the Tang Dynasty, treat guests with courtesy?"

Priest Mo Li looked very unhappy. Long Qing represented Xiling's face. Prince Longqing was knocked unconscious now. This made Xiling's face look bad.

Prince Longqing was unconscious for no apparent reason, but almost everyone present had a motive for committing the crime, but...

"We in the Tang Kingdom do know etiquette, but your prince is in a coma, and there are not many people here who have this strength." At this time, the idiot princess finally looked like she was no longer an idiot.

Mo Li knew that he was not Long Qing. He was just a talker, nothing compared to someone else's eloquent tongue.

He could only take the unconscious Prince Longqing and leave in anger.

"Have you thought about the consequences of bullying me, the Xiling monk, like this?"

"Haotian will definitely punish you!"

Before leaving, he did not forget to challenge Ning Que: "Remember what you said today."

Ning Que continued to eat indifferently, as if he didn't understand Mo Li's threat at all.

After Mo Li and others completely disappeared from sight, he stopped chewing, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, threw a piece of pastry into his mouth, smashed it twice, and swallowed it.

Ning Que knew that there was only one person in the whole Deshengju who could do such a thing quietly, and that person should be drinking tea in the box outside now.

If he was originally interested in the second floor, now he should be eager for it.

Even people like Long Qing can't enter the second floor. Tomorrow, he must enter.

Even he himself couldn't explain why he had such a strong desire to enter the second floor of the academy.

Probably because of his endless yearning for the world of spiritual practice since childhood, and the years of hard work like constantly coughing up blood and climbing up the stairs last year, every cell in his body loves that world more and more, and because when he finally stepped into that magical world last year

After traveling around the world and seeing more unfamiliar scenery, I want to see more scenery even more.

When people go through all kinds of hardships to climb a dangerous peak, they look up and see a higher peak faintly among the white clouds in the distance. If they can overcome their fatigue, then people always want to reach that peak.

On higher mountains, you can see more and more beautiful scenery that you have never seen before. Climb the tower to see the mountain scenery, climb the mountain to see the city view, sit on the top of the clouds to see the world view, this is how a life that is not wasted should be.<

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On this night in the spring of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the entire city of Chang'an and even the entire world were paying attention to the opening of the second floor of Tomorrow Academy, but no one knew about this matter. For the back house of the bookstore in the shabby alley in the east city of Chang'an, that person

How important it is for ordinary young people who have been cruelly judged countless times since childhood to be unable to practice.

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Night gradually enveloped the city of Chang'an. At this time, there was a majestic and sacred place in Chang'an City. It was the residence of Xiling Daomen stationed in Chang'an.

The vice-president of Xiling Tianyu Academy, Priest Mo Li, was standing across from Long Qing with a respectful expression. Although they once had the title of teacher and student, when Long Qing became the second person in the Xiling Judgment Department, the so-called title of teacher and student had long been changed.

The gap between superiority and inferiority has been eliminated, and now the relationship between the two of them is that of a superior and a subordinate.

"Tomorrow will be the enrollment period for the second floor of the academy. With your highness's qualifications, your highness must be the one to be admitted to the second floor of the academy this year." Priest Mo Li said to Prince Long Qing, "Your highness is doing well.

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Long Qing touched the back of his head, which was still slightly swollen, with anger and cruelty flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and snorted: "I will remember this grudge!"

"Haha, it's just a bunch of ants. Don't worry, Your Highness. After tomorrow, that kid will definitely die." Priest Mo Li smiled contemptuously, thinking that Long Qing was talking about Ning Que.

"Only by climbing to the second floor and studying with the Master can I get back these humiliations. Therefore, I must enter the second floor of the academy tomorrow, and only I can enter."

This sentence carries firm determination and unparalleled self-confidence, just because he is Long Qing.
Chapter completed!