The flying north wind wrapped around the yellow sand outside the border and rushed into Luoyang overnight along the long-lasting Luo River.

The snow is broken in Qingming Festival, the grain rain is broken in frost, and everything grows in the beginning of summer. The small and small people are dissatisfied, and the fields are broken, and the grass leaves silently.

During these days, Ye Que always let Qian's calligraphy and painting practice straight stabs, but the weight of the gun became heavier and longer. The only trace of gentleness and softness on Qian's calligraphy and painting was also trained to become a savage in the army, and his skin was even more pale, and he could not see it in a completely bronze color.

The number of people in Tianmen has also ranged from the initial three to hundreds to thousands of people now.

It is definitely incomparable to those super gang cultivation sects, but in Luoyang City, it is a considerable force. Especially the intelligence information, almost all the avenue information on the market can be collected and sent to Ye Que within one hour.

With the help of these fragmented news, Ye Que deduced it several times, and he had guessed the movements of the demon clan and the cultivation world in Luoyang City.

When and where did the river soldiers be unearthed?

Still no one knows it.

This period of time is the tranquility, depression, tension and sensitivity before the storm, but no one dares to act rashly, because it is likely to trigger a war between the two tribes.

Even if Shushan is clamoring all day long, he wants to kill demons and eliminate demons and uphold the right path, but if you let him be the first to fight against the demon clan, he will definitely have ten thousand reasons to make excuses.

There are even secret messages that in that court, they are not a monolithic part. Most people have more or less closely related to some cultivation sects, while a few people are indecipherable to the demon clan.

Under power, power is respected.

Moreover, there is no real cleanliness. After thousands of years, even if you memorize it by rote, monsters should have learned the human trick, such as sugar-coated shells, beauty schemes, and corrosiveness.

The method is rough, but it works very well.

There must be brave men under heavy bribes.

Ye Que ignored these things. He just kept screening out some of the information that were within the scope of his tolerance, and then took money to write and paint.

Night travels to the capital of God.

Every time they take action, Ye Que will first investigate. Only when the righteous sect and the demon clan are present at the same time will they take action and strive to kill them with one blow, and then disguise the scene as the righteous way to be attacked by the demon or the demon attacked by the righteous way.

If someone from the spiritual realm hides behind the scenes, Ye Que will retreat immediately, with thousands of the lowest-level disciples of the Tianmen as cover, almost without a trace.

Although Ye Que's realm at this time was still an acquired realm, with his vision and Tianyuan's perception, it is unlikely that he will be in danger of life in Luoyang City today.

In this way, the problem of lack of spirit stones was finally solved. Although it was definitely not enough for the entire Tianmen to use, it was more than enough for Ye Que and Qian Shuxiao brothers and sisters to use it for three people.

The treatment is comparable to that of the genius disciples of the Cultivation Sect.

It is midsummer.

This day happened to be clear.

On Yongning Avenue in Luoyang City, the messy willow catkins have just passed. The green plants next to the road are as fine and moist as butter. From a distance, the grass is vaguely connected, and from a close distance, full of vitality under the warm sun. Luoyang City is about to usher in, the most beautiful season of the year.

Qian Shuhua did not practice marksmanship today, so she went out early. She wanted to prepare a gift for Qian Shuxiao and then go to the academy because today is the day when Qian Shuxiao goes on and the ceremony is celebrated.

It is a very important day for a man to be twenty years old and crowned. As a sister, she has to watch the ceremony no matter what.

I went to Baozhai Store to take it out a few days ago and ordered it. I had a handful of gilded hollow pearl abacus, and then went to the academy.

Baima Academy, established in the 437th year, is the oldest school in Luoyang City. Many civil and military officials, merchants and powerful men sent their descendants to study here. It is probably because Baima Academy was built in the same year as the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it accompanied the prosperous Tang Dynasty to grow together and cultivated countless sages and famous officials for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Along the way, I saw more than a dozen luxurious carriages, walking along the way. Several carriages even recognized Qian Calligraphy and Painting and invited them to the car, but Qian Calligraphy and Painting politely rejected them.

Since she followed Ye Que to practice, she has bid farewell to transportation tools such as carriages. She can walk with her legs and understand the laws of the earth.

The sun shines brightly. On the north direction of Luoyang City, there is a large courtyard with active ground, lined up one after another, with fragrant grass. On the small square in front of the courtyard is a white horse dragging a book. Walking further into the square, there are a row of shadow walls filled with green trees and red flowers. Behind the shadow wall are countless buildings with black and white colors like brush and ink. Everything is like the scene in the painting, with antique fragrance.

"Senior sister, why do you remember the academy today?" A young man's voice came to his ears.

"Today is A Xiao and Guan Le, I'll watch the ceremony." Turning around, it turned out that it was his junior brother who was studying in the academy. Qian Shuhua replied casually, and then he saw a figure from the corner of his eyes.

Through the white horse in the square, passing the green trees and red flowers, in front of a black and white main hall, a woman was wearing a red Xiuhe, with a light waist swaying and a smile on her lips.

Five meters in front of the woman, a scholar held his breath and focused his mind, with the spring breeze under his pen.

The woman is Ye Yunhai's fiancée Lin Meier, and the scholar is a talented painter she invited for a lot of money.

Lin Meier came to the academy today to complete a set of paintings. She thought about giving it to her husband on the wedding day. For this reason, she hoped that the painter would paint herself into this Baima Academy, put her most beautiful face in her pen and leave her beautiful years in her husband's beautiful years.

Looking at Lin Meier's frown and smile in the distance, Qian Shuhua felt that her feet were completely out of control, her heart was filled with anger, and she wanted to vomit in her throat.

The breeze is coming, and the coolness is pouring.

It blows off the summer flowers, but it can’t blow off the heart fire of money, calligraphy and painting.

A hundred meters away, she thought a lot, and looked at the grass and trees in the academy, countless pictures were floating, and in a trance, she returned to the past, "I remember I was young at that time, I loved chatting and you loved laughing. Once, she sat side by side under a peach tree, and the wind was on the top of the forest, and the birds were shouting. We didn't know how we fell asleep, and how many flowers fell in our dreams."

The wind is still those winds, and the birds are still those birds, just.

The tree fell.

The dream is broken.

The person is lost.

Standing in front of Lin Meier wearing Xiuhe, Qian Shuhua's expression finally returned to normal and was as plain as water. In her opinion, this place was her own territory and she had to learn to restrain herself.

"Lin Meier, here is Baima Academy, where students are asking for knowledge and asking questions, it is not your back garden."

"A good dog doesn't block the way, you block the painter's painting." When faced with Qian, calligraphy and painting, Lin Meier did not have a good face. Moreover, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, but she has never attended any private school and will not be obedient since she was a child.

"You are not welcome here, please leave immediately." Qian Shuhua restrained his words and pointed outside the courtyard.

"What are you? Let me leave?" Lin Meier put her hands on her hips, looking mocking.

"I am their senior sister." Qian Shuhua pointed to the academy students gathered next to him, and received a one-way nod, then pointed at Lin Meier, "I want to get flirting with my head, go home!"

(Thanks to the book friend 54541917 for the reward, this tribute.)
Chapter completed!