At the same time, a ferry departed from Guanhai Academy in Wenhai Dongtian and headed north, with its destination being Jinling in Rouge Kingdom.
The leading old man is named Mo Li, a gentleman of the Mo family. He hurried to Jinling this time to serve as the dean of the newly built Yunlin Academy.
Accompanying him is the gentleman Lin Xifeng, who serves as the president of Yunlin Academy and assists the sage Wu Yong in perfecting the layout of Rouge's defense line.
On the ferry, there were twenty other concubines, all selected from Baijia. Among them were five newly recruited female concubines from Guanhai Academy, who specialized in teaching women's traditions such as nvhong, etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., in order to cope with the clouds.
The first female student admitted to Lin Academy.
On the ferry, there was a young man sitting on the bow, standing with a sword on his back. His eyes glanced across the mountains and rivers, looking at the blue and mirror-like sea, and he couldn't help but want to recite a poem.
After planning and brewing for a long time, nothing came out.
A girl sitting on the side of the boat saw that the young man was holding his breath. She raised her hand and slapped the young man on the shoulder and said: "Want to recite poetry again? Forget it, recite autumn, don't embarrass yourself."
Yin Qiu exhaled heavily, recovered from the suffocation, and complained slightly: "Xu Mu, I'm about to think of it."
The girl grinned and said: "We are not good at studying, so we should practice hard!"
Yinqiu fell silent and tapped the side of the ship with his fingertips. Thinking back to Mutiancheng's experience, he couldn't help but sigh.
I have been away from Mutian City for nearly a year. Apart from my cultivation, my knowledge has really not improved much.
The same goes for Xu Mu. She obviously didn't like studying, but she was admitted to Guanhai Academy and became the second batch of female students at Guanhai Academy.
Neither of them were good at studying, but they both became students of Guanhai Academy by accident.
Yin Qiu opened his mouth slightly and swallowed a mouthful of spiritual energy. He rubbed his belly and looked at Xu Mu and said: "Lin Yanli wrote me a letter earlier, saying that she was traveling with Li Zhujiu for training, and I wonder if she would pass by Jinling.
Yunlin Academy."
Xu Mu swayed her feet, resting her hands on the side of the boat, showing off her body, looking at the sun in the sky boredly.
"I don't know, but I haven't contacted Sister Zhujiu for a long time."
In fact, Xu Mu is one year older than Li Zhujiu. After the Chinese New Year, she will be fourteen years old. If she is fifteen years old, she can be said to be a hair-length girl soon.
Li Zhujiu and Lin Yanli are the same age, but as the number one member of the younger generation in Mu Tiancheng, Li Zhujiu has a higher level of cultivation than them, so they force them to call her Sister Zhujiu.
As they went back and forth, they called her "Sister Bamboo Wine" more and more naturally, and the young monks naturally became comfortable calling her "Sister Bamboo Wine".
At this time, a figure quietly appeared behind Yin Qiu. He was dressed in a white shirt and fine clothes, with a slim figure and silent eyes. The atmosphere was cold and lonely, and seemed incompatible with the surrounding world.
The person who came was none other than Lin Xifeng, who was the principal of Yunlin Academy.
When Xu Mu saw the person coming, he jumped off the side of the ship and saluted Lin Xifeng together with Yin Qiu, "I have met Mr. Lin."
Most of the people in the academy call him "Master" and "Sir". Lin Xifeng mostly wrote books in the cave, so most of the students in the academy call him "Sir" instead of "Master".
Lin Xifeng nodded, lying on the side of the ship with his arms, as if he was a little worried. After staying silent for a while, he suddenly turned around and asked Yin Qiu: "You are familiar with Lin Yanli, can you tell me her preferences so that I can make arrangements?"
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Yinqiu nodded, his expression slightly complicated.
The person in front of him was Lin Yanli's father, but he didn't even know Lin Yanli's preferences. This Mr. Lin might be a good gentleman, but he was definitely not a good "father."
"Lin Yanli doesn't like to drink bitter tea. He has a special liking for the honey water in sweet tea. He prefers salty and spicy food. Every time he cooks in the kitchen, he must sprinkle the chili noodles produced by the Thousand Demons Sect..."
Yin Qiu opened his mouth and came to see Lin Xifeng taking notes. He couldn't help but review what he had just said. When he saw that there was nothing to disclose, he continued to answer.
"like reading."
Lin Xifeng nodded and acknowledged this.
"Appearing obsessed with Yan Shengren's books, calligraphy and paintings."
Lin Xifeng nodded again. He was a gentleman of Yan Shaoqing's lineage and liked Yan Shengren's taste for him.
"I admire the Sword Immortal."
Lin Xifeng hesitated for a moment, but still agreed. After all, Lin Yanli was a sword cultivator and the new sword master recognized by Mu Tiancheng. There was nothing wrong with admiring the sword cultivator.
"The person I like is Chen Ke..."
Lin Xifeng suddenly closed the book and said calmly: "That's it. It would be abrupt to go on."
Yin Qiu swallowed, looked at the broken brush in Lin Xifeng's hand, and said cautiously: "Students are usually here at the top of the city. If you want to know the specific details, sir, the students must answer truthfully."
Lin Xifeng nodded expressionlessly, put the book with still-dry ink into his storage bag, then turned and left, leaving Yin Qiu and Xu Mu looking at each other, confused for a long time.
After walking off the side of the ship, Lin Xifeng took out the book he had just put in his storage bag, opened it and turned the pages. As expected, they were all stuck together with ink, so he had to use his spiritual energy as ink and his finger as a pen to make a new copy.
When the copy was sent to Chen Ke, Lin Xifeng couldn't help but feel depressed.
If Lin Yanli is really his daughter, it means that this cabbage that has not yet met her father has been run away by the pig...
There is no way he would accept this.
For this reason, he had to go to Thousand Demons Sect in person after meeting Lin Yanli.
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Far east of Dongfang Longzhou, there is a reef on Huansha Island.
A small figure jumped out of the sea, holding a sea dragon's beard in its hand, and struggled to drag the sea dragon to the island.
"Master, master, we caught another one."
At the highest point of the island, there was a shirtless young man sitting, with a woman in a red dress behind him patting his shoulders.
This man is naturally Xiao Luan, who hunted dragon beasts on Huansha Road, and the woman in the red dress is the sword spirit of Tai'a Feijian.
It wasn't that Xiao Luan was out of his mind and suddenly wanted to be served by a maid, but when he was fighting with the dragon beast at the bottom of the sea, he accidentally let the dragon beast's tail hit his shoulder, and he was hit by the paralyzing toxin on the dragon beast's tail.
In order to return to normal movements as soon as possible, I asked Tai'a to help him beat his shoulders.
"Master, if you want to watch it, you can watch it to your heart's content. After all, I am your flying sword..."
Tai'a's face turned red, and her fingertips slid across Xiao Luan's shoulders many times. The strange touch made her sway.
It had been held in the hands of a bad old man for tens of thousands of years. Now that it is freed, some unnecessary needs have begun to arise.
After all, the sword spirit is also a spirit and everything in the world.
She didn't believe that Xiao Luan was really a gentleman...
When his mind was wandering, Tai'a felt bold and rushed towards the back of the man in front of him. Before he could even touch his skin, he was pushed away by a small hand on his face.
The person who pushed her was the little girl Jian Ling from Guan Tian Feijian.
"Master, you are too dirty." The little girl put her hands on her hips and said angrily.
Xiao Luan's complicated gaze made Tai'a want to crawl into the cracks in the ground, so she had to stutter in response: "I just want to give the master a massage."
How can a massage include holding and pressing?
The abacus in Tai'a's heart crackled loudly, and even the ferocious beasts in the wilderness could hear it.
Xiao Luan waved his hand, put on his clothes again, put the Tai'a Fei Sword into the sword case, and said with a slight helplessness: "I won't do it next time."