In the study, the old and the young fell into silence.

The light of the oil lamp flashed, hidden on the faces of the two people. Tang Yu looked calm, while Master Gao was a little anxious.

"Why are you still using an oil lamp? Could it be that the Zhou family is so poor this time that they can't even afford a magic lamp?" Master Gao said in a deep voice, feeling angry in his heart.

Tang Yu smiled faintly and said, "Master Gao, I don't need lamps on weekdays. I get up at dawn and fall asleep at dusk. The lamps are useless to me!"

Master Gao glared at Tang Yu, and felt even more annoyed.

According to his temper, his dignified Grand Secretary of the Hermit School, not to mention Zhu Yuyi, who had no fame, even a scholar with high school fame or even a fame, would definitely not lobby in such a low voice.

The Hermit School emphasizes natural practice, not as pedantic and stubborn as the Saint School, nor as paranoid as the Dongling School. Everything goes with the flow and has no desire to force it.

But his temper is regarded as talent as his destiny. Tang Yu's surprise at the March Poetry Conference made him unable to control himself.

He thought he had lived in his fifties and was the only one who had seen such a genius like Tang Yu in his life.

Besides, he had long been interested in Tang Yu, and had secretly sent someone to Qin to inquire.

The news from Qin State surprised him even more. Tang Yu was a legendary talent in Qin State.

He was able to write at the age of three and five. Master Zhu Jing, the great master of the Qin Dynasty, looked at the star maps of the stars in the sky and asserted that this son was the Wenqu star coming to the world and would have a talent for conquering the heavens and magnitude in the future.

Unfortunately, God was jealous of talent. Tang Yu was a Jueyin body since he was a child. Sonan, the great master of the Western undead, asserted that his life was only fifteen.

Later, after Tang Yu's parents sought medical treatment from many sources, they accidentally got a strange prescription. Tang's parents were willing to exchange their own lives for their son's life, but they didn't know what the result was.

This year, Tang Yu is already sixteen. After passing the 15th year of age, I think that the magical secret recipe has already come into play.

Such a genius who survives the disaster will surely become a powerful person in the world in the future, and it may not necessarily reach the legendary realm on the path of cultivation.

Even if the Hermit School advocates natural and has no desire, Master Gao can't help but want to include Zhu Yu in the school first.

After all, if such talents make other schools take the lead, it will be too great for the Hermit School.

The Great Chu is the world of the Saint School. The masters of the Saint School can be said to be right at the forefront of their hands. None of the old men in Guinan Middle School are fuel-efficient lamps.

When Tang Yu enters Guinan Middle School, it may be too late.

Originally, when he wanted to come, the trip would be very relaxed.

Who doesn’t know the name of the Hermit School of Hermitage?

Being able to join the Hermit School in white is definitely the most noble glory of scholars in the world. How could Tang Yu refuse?

He never thought that Tang Yu was simply an earthling. He knew nothing about the Cangqiu Continent, and how could he know whether the hermit school was powerful?

Besides, the Cangqiu Continent is too strange in Tang Yu's heart, and he always has a sense of alertness in his heart.

The more urgent the request of Master Gao, the more he felt resistant, and he was not in a state of mind, but he still couldn't meet Master Gao's intentions.

Master Gao's face was unstable, and he wanted to leave with his sleeves.

But after another thought, it was wrong. It was obviously a great thing, so why did Zhu Yu refuse?

That only means that this son's talent is probably not just arousing himself. Maybe someone has already set his sights on him in Qin State.

How could ordinary scholars of ordinary scholars alarm Zhu Jing, the great master of the new school of Qin? Even the great master of the undead in the West, Sonam, can alarm it, which is even more vigilant.

With this in mind, he didn't want to leave.

People's hearts are so strange, they all have a competitive and competitive spirit.

Therefore, the two old and young confronted each other like this. After all, Master Gao was even more anxious and broke his silence...

He gently approached Tang Yu's side and lowered his voice and said, "Tang Yu, if you join the Hermit School, even in Da Chu, you can practice Western learning and learn magic!"

When Tang Yu heard Master Gao’s words, his heart suddenly sank, no less than a thunder sounded in his ears.

"How did Master Gao know that he has practiced magic?"

A storm of waves arose in his heart, his brows frowned, his mouth tightly pursed, and he kept silent.

It’s not that he was so cunning, but that he felt guilty and felt that Master Gao’s eyes were too terrible, and he seemed to be able to see through him.

If he sees through it, he has nothing to learn and is just a fool, wouldn’t he be able to fall from the sky very quickly and fall to pieces?

"Hmph! Tang Yu, I don't need to say anything more. You go to Guidance Middle School, but you want to enter the Saint Hall. Do you think your secret can be hidden from the old people of the Saint School? If the Saint School knows that your scholarly disciple has actually practiced Western erotic skills... Hehe, Master Zeng was your role model back then..."

Tang Yu frowned even deeper, and he knew the name of Master Zeng.

The ancestor of the new school was the scholar of the Great Chu. Because of his research on the new school, he was besieged by many scholars of the Great Chu, and later he was almost burned to death by fire.

I don’t know how I escaped to Qin and escaped a life-and-death disaster. Otherwise, there would be no new school in the Cangqiu Continent.

Tang Yu also empathized with the trend of Wuling academic circles.

Although there is a Western Church in Wuling, scholars must not practice Western learning, especially scholars. If they find that anyone who has practiced Western learning magic will be abandoned at the least, and at the worst, they will be hanged.

Tang Yu's heart changed, and sweat gradually emerged from the palm of his hand.

When he said what he was in his heart, he was a little scared. He had already thought that he had reached this point, so he joined the hermit school and took one step at a time before talking.

"Hehe, so Tang Yu, as the saying goes, those who know the current affairs are heroes, why are you hesitating about?"

Tang Yu glanced at Master Gao and felt unhappy when he saw him calm and confident in his grasp.

I thought to myself that this guy is really scheming and not like a good person. If he fulfills his wishes, I am afraid he will not know how many traps he will have to wait for him in the future.

Rather than doing this, it is better to fight to the death.

Having said so much, isn’t it just that the worst thing is to be hanged?

What are you afraid of when you die? Maybe you can go back if you are reincarnated! Even if you are a poor student on earth, it is better than this ghost place every day.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Yu smiled faintly and said, "Master Gao, are you threatening me?"

When Tang Yu smiled, Master Gao's heart sank and secretly cried out something wrong.

A mere sixteen-year-old boy can still laugh at this moment, and his terrible calmness is really shocking.

"I...I am really for your own good. I am the teacher of Qinghou. Even Qinghou failed to enter the school. Can you..."

Tang Yu smiled coldly, interrupted him, and said, "Since Master Gao is for my own good, I don't need to mention this matter anymore. My talent is absolutely not as good as Brother Qinghou. Brother Qinghou is not qualified. How can I surpass him?"

Tang Yu paused and said, "Besides, I have died once, but I dare to come to Wuling but I am fearless of life and death. The heaven is in the dark, life and death are destined, and wealth is in the sky. Isn't my life and death controlled by any school? Master Gao... what do you think?"

"Uh..." Master Gao was speechless, knowing in his heart that things were broken.

He could do it before. After living in the temple for a long time, he got used to intrigue and conspiracy. But how could he think Tang Yu, a sixteen-year-old boy, was at the age of masculinity, and he didn't even take his tricks.

His lips were tilted repeatedly, and he was still waiting to speak again, but Tang Yu picked up the teacup and yelled: "Su Bo, see off the guests!"

Master Gao went out with annoyance, but Tang Yu felt extremely relieved.

No matter what kind of fucking grandmaster, I’m not afraid of death, but I’m still afraid of you as a grandmaster?

If you threaten me, I will not meet your wishes. It depends on what you can do to me?

Turn off the lights and go to bed!
Chapter completed!