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The fire spread rapidly, and the raging fire was devouring the Xiyuan of Taixue, which happened to be the place of the Xuedao. (This chapter was uploaded by netizens on the Internet) Please use it to visit this site. It was already night, and many students returned to the Xuedao to rest. The fire suddenly came, and the thick smoke rolled, and these scholars who were powerless to tie a chicken were in a mess.

Just when there was a 100,000-year-old, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang arrived and jumped into the academy to save people.

Outside, Zhao Pu and the Shadow Guards also arrived, and the Imperial City Army's water dragon team followed and everyone began to put out the fire.

The students evacuated the fire in an orderly manner, and Zhao Lan and others also ran to the gate of the Imperial Academy to help Gongsun and the doctor who arrived to deal with the burned students.

There were fire on both sides. In comparison, it was more important to save the Taixue, who had students. Everyone could only watch the only remaining place where the Yin and Yang Fengshui gathered, burned.

After a while, the shadow guards reported to Zhao Pu, "There is no one in the dormitory, and the fire is under control."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang also came out, covered in ashes. While patting their clothes, they looked at the abandoned house beside them.

"Can't you save it?" Zhao Pu asked.

"There is not enough water." Ouyang looked at the water dragon car, and only one was left full. The others had to wait for the team behind to transport it. It was a blessing that there was no death in such a big fire.

Zhan Zhao frowned and looked at the abandoned house again, "What a pity..."

"Not necessarily." Bai Yutang took a chance on the remaining water dragon car and seemed to have come up with some idea.

"Can this be saved?" Zhan Zhao was curious.

"I haven't tried it, it may work." Bai Yutang said, and looked at the fire scene again.

"What do you want?" Zhao Pu asked Bai Yutang.

"When I was a child, I heard my master tell you a way. He seemed to have done that before." Bai Yutang said, raising his leg and kicking the water truck out... The car was kicked up and flew straight toward the burning abandoned house.

However, compared to the burning house, the water truck looks very small and has a drop in the bucket. What can a truck of water do?

Zhan Zhao seemed to have understood something, pulled out Juque and swung a few swords... At the same time, Bai Yutang had already jumped into the air and swept over the sword edge that was sent by Juque and the water truck that was split into pieces to send the internal force of high-fives...

In an instant, a chill came. Everyone saw that this internal force had been used by the Heavenly Lord. With the palm power of Baiyutang, the water in the water truck instantly dissipated into white broken ice residue. When the wind blew, a large area of ​​it dissipated. Perhaps because the fire below was too hot, everyone saw a layer of white water mist rising above the house and rising into the air...

Everyone below looked at it curiously, but didn't understand what it was useful, although it looked pretty good.

While Bai Yutang landed on the ground, he raised his hand and shot two arrows at the area. The arrow exploded in the sky, as bright as day, and almost attracted everyone's attention.

However, just as everyone looked up at the sky with their faces raised, Bai Yutang looked back.

He was not looking at someone else, but was sitting on Zhao Pu's shoulder, looking at his little four son curiously.

The little Sizi saw Bai Yutang clapping his hands suddenly, as if he was unintentional and intentional...

Just as Zhao Pu was looking at the light in the sky and wondering what Bai Yutang intended, he heard the sound of "papapapapapapapa" clapping his palms three times on his head.

Zhao Pu raised his face and saw the little Sizi folding his hands together and silently saying, "It's raining."

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows...

After the two arrows were lit, everything seemed to return to normal, the fire was still strong, and there was no change in the sky except for some clouds and mist.

Just as everyone was looking at Bai Yutang with some confusion, they suddenly became quiet.

Everyone present subconsciously made a tilt action, because... a "rumbling" thunder came from the air. At first, it was a little boring, but suddenly...

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

As the crowd cheered, heavy rain poured.

A sudden heavy rain extinguished the fire, and the abandoned house was saved. Although it was burned to charred black, the house still stood.

Bao Zheng asked Gongsun, "Sir, is it okay to be burned?"

Gongsun smiled faintly, "Of course there is no problem, as long as the house is there!"

Lord Bao smiled and nodded, and clasped his hands together, "It's God's blessing."

Among the cheering crowd, Zhan Zhao gently touched Bai Yutang with his arm, "Did you make this rain come from your magic tricks, or did the little god ask?"

Bai Yutang also smiled, "Then I'm going to ask God."

This rain is also evil, it just passed by in a flash, and once the fire was extinguished, the rain almost stopped.

"It's true."

At this time, Ge Qing, who had just arrived with another water dragon team, happened to witness the scene, walked to Baiyutang and said, "I have heard of the Tianzun asking for rain a hundred years ago. It is said that the Tianzun used his internal force to turn the water vapor into rain clouds, and then shot an arrow and caused thunder and rain to destroy the fire that almost destroyed the imperial city. It turned out to be true!"

Ge Qing looked at Bai Yutang with admiration. Of course, as for whether he was looking at Bai Yutang or looking at the Heavenly Lord a hundred years ago through Bai Yutang, he only knew.

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows at Bai Yutang - It turns out that the Heavenly Lord also begged for the rain so much back then?

Bai Yutang touched his chin and smiled - it was almost the same, the rain of the demon king was probably bigger than that of the little Sizi.

Zhan Zhao shook his head helplessly, but Bai Yutang could have thought of it.

The little fourth son was now held in Zhao Pu's arms, blocking the rain with his sleeves, and watching Xiao Liang jump around and celebrate the rain, and he was also very happy.

Then came the busy firefighting process.

Ge Qing told Lord Bao, "The emperor heard that he was learning to catch fire, so he asked me to put out the fire. Now the fire has been extinguished. Lord, please enter the palace first, don't delay the banquet."

Lord Bao looked at Zhan Zhao and others who had already run into the house. They probably didn't have the mood to go to a banquet, so they pulled the Eighth Prince who kept sighing and went into the palace.

Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang walked into the abandoned house and saw rubble all over the ground.

Lin Yehuo walked to a pillar, looked at the pillar that had been burned into coke, and frowned, "The fire was burned from the inside out, and there were a lot of tincture oil poured here."

"There are also on the curtain." Zou Liang picked up a piece of cloth that was almost burned and smelled it. "The tincture oil smells very strong."

"It seems that someone is going to burn this abandoned house, but it just so coincidental that we are going to use the abandoned house to try the Yin-Yang Palace tonight." Zhan Zhao hugged his arm, "This is obvious that it is obvious."

"Brother Zhan."

At this time, the outside bag ran in.

Zhan Zhao looked back at him and saw that he was anxious and confused.

"There is a master in the Imperial Academy who died!" Bao Yan said anxiously.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Pu frowned, "How is it possible? Haven't everyone been rescued? The fire of Taixue can't burn people to death."

"No! That Master was carried out from Dongyuan. Dongyuan was not on fire at all. He was not burned to death. He had a chest injury!" Bao Yan waved his hand and signaled everyone to go there to see quickly.

Zhan Zhao and others ran out of the abandoned house and arrived at the gate of the Imperial Academy.

At this time, Ge Qing had already evacuated the onlookers with the Imperial City Army.

Gongsun Zheng frowned when he looked at a corpse on the ground.

Zhan Zhao walked over and found that he was a gentleman in his forties, his chest and collar were dyed red. It was obvious that he had penetrated his heart with an arrow and had already died.

On the side, many students from the Imperial Academy were crying, and Zhao Lan was crying too.

Chunhua and Wang Qi both had red eyes and frowning.

"Who is this?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"It's Master Wang." Chunhua replied, "I'm called Wang Xueyun, I'm the Grand Secretary."

"He is very good and funny. Who is so cruel to kill him?" Wang Qi was dissatisfied.

Although Zhan Zhao didn't know much about the officialdom, he knew that many of the officials with the surname Wang in the imperial city were from the family of Prime Minister Wang. The Wang family was also a scholarly family and had many literati. This Wang Xueyun...

Seeing Wang Qi wipe her tears and asking Shutong to go back and notify his father, Zhan Zhao guessed that this master and Prime Minister Wang were indeed related.

"Mr. Zhan!"

At this time, I saw a few students from the Imperial College running over and coming to Zhan Zhao's eyes. He said in a slight manner, "We saw the person who set fire! He was wearing a ghost mask!"

"He held the torch in one hand and poured the tinder oil on the other side. We went to stop him, and he kicked us away."

"It's very fierce and then the kung fu is very good!"

"After he set the fire, I saw him heading east!"

"Yes! Maybe he is the one who killed the Master!"

...

Zhan Zhao frowned and asked the Chaos Ma Han and Zhang Longzhao Hu to search the east with their soldiers.

The rest of the people looked at each other - it was a ghost-faced man again! Then was his purpose of creating this chaos? Should he burn the abandoned house or kill Master Wang?

"Zhan... Lord Zhan!"

At this time, two students walked out with a white-haired old master.

Everyone knows this old man's surname is Lin Xiao, Master Lin, and he is in his seventies this year. He is not only a master of the Imperial Academy, but also a master of the late emperor and the current emperor. He also taught Zhao Pu. The old man is highly respected. In addition to Master Bao, he has the final say in many things in the Imperial Academy. Every year, he will also participate in marking papers and setting questions.

Master Lin seemed to be in a bad mood at this moment, and he was so breathless that he would have fallen into breath. If it weren't for two students who supported him, he would probably have fallen head-on.

He stumbled out and called Zhan Zhao, "Come and have a look!"

Zhao Pu stepped forward and supported him.

"Prince...Your Majesty, you are here too!" Master Lin's voice and hands were trembling, "You are really doing things wrong, doing things wrong!"

Gongsun gave the old man a few injections behind his ear and forehead to calm him down.
To be continued...