Fighter of the Destiny

The door of the National Education Academy has been closed tightly, and there is no sound from inside. Whether it is the heavy siege by the imperial court or the arrival of the old eunuch with the imperial edict, there has been no change. There is always silence. No matter who looks at it, If you look at the thick-faced courtyard gate, you will think that there must be no one behind it.

In fact, there are always people behind the gate of the National Education College.

There are two box trees planted behind the courtyard gate. The leaves have become much sparser in autumn. The cold skylight falls through the branches and falls on the face of a girl.

The girl's eyebrows were beautiful and childish, and she was very young. The light from the sky made her look even more lovely, but the anxiety and exhaustion on her face became much clearer.

Ye Xiaolian is a disciple of the inner sect of Nanxi Zhai.

Su Moyu stood beside her.

Dozens of Nanxi Zhai female disciples stood behind the two of them.

The sword has already been drawn out.

The clear autumn sky light can fall on their faces, but it cannot fall on their swords, because those swords are too sharp and the sword light is too bright.

They have been standing guard behind the gate of the National Education College.

Nanxi Zhai's sword formation has been guarding here for three days and three nights.

Now, the female disciples of Nanxi Zhai were very tired, and their expressions changed slightly after hearing the faint sound coming from outside the courtyard.

Dazhou's black-armored heavy cavalry was invincible in the world. If they charged over like this, even Nanxi Zhai's sword formation would not be able to support them.

What should I do? Ye Xiaolian looked at Su Moyu, her pretty face full of nervousness.

Su Moyu turned his head and looked in the direction of the library, thinking about the guy who had been silent since returning from the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and still couldn't make up his mind.

That's Mr. Lin! What else are you thinking about? Hurry up and open the courtyard door to receive the order!

A student from the National Education College looked at the people in front of the courtyard and shouted with horror on his face: Are you really prepared to resist the decree? I don't want to die with you!

After listening to this person's words, there was a slight commotion among the teachers and students of the National Education College. Discussions gradually started, and some people even started arguing fiercely.

Su Moyu looked at the student and remembered that he was the son of a wealthy businessman on Henan Road, and silently remembered his name in his heart.

Ye Xiaolian looked at his gaze and thought he was a little shaken. He looked at the teachers and students of the National Education Academy and shouted in a deep voice: The saint has a decree. The disciples of Nanxi Zhai will definitely protect the safety of Dean Chen! If there are those who are greedy and fearful, You dead people, just leave by the back door, don't talk nonsense here, otherwise don't blame Zhai Jian for being ruthless!

After hearing this, the face of the wealthy businessman's student from Henan Road suddenly changed. He was very angry, but he did not dare to say anything more and walked out of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen students from the National Education College and several instructors also left the crowd, heading towards the back door.

Seeing this scene, the teachers and students who stayed in the room couldn't help but cursed. Especially when they saw the looks in the eyes of the female disciples of Nanxi Zhai, they felt so ashamed.

Su Moyu didn't say anything, but kept the names of those who left in his heart.

Only then did Ye Xiaolian realize that his silence did not mean he was shaken, and asked with some confusion: What are you thinking about?

Su Moyu said calmly: I'm thinking, if the National Education Academy can be saved, what method should I use to retaliate against these people.

Ye Xiaolian was slightly startled, thinking about when Su Moyu, who was known for being polite and reserved when he left the palace, changed his temperament.

She didn't say anything, and Su Moyu also knew what she was thinking. He looked at the beautiful autumn scenery in the National Education College, with a nostalgic look on his face, and said: This is an interesting place. Anyone who stays here for a long time will undergo some changes.

It would be great if such an interesting National Education College could be saved, but if has always been the most unreliable word.

Otherwise, why would he start feeling sad and missing now in advance?

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Baihua Alley has been cleared out, and the buildings across the alley have even been forcefully bulldozed, leaving only the teahouse.

In the growing smoke and dust, the teahouse that had watched dozens of martial arts battles among various academies looked very lonely, and the figures of hundreds of heavy knights riding black armor looked so terrifying.

The gate of the National Education College is still closed.

To have such courage, you are indeed worthy of being the National Education Academy created by Dean Shang, and worthy of being your Majesty's junior brother.

Old father-in-law Lin suddenly laughed, his smile full of emotion.

The old man's voice was a little muddy and a little soft, and no one else could hear it except the waiter in front of him.

But the next sentence was heard by everyone present.

Father-in-law Lin looked at the closed door of the Chinese Academy of Education, suppressed a smile and said slowly, Dean Chen is a loner, but the teachers and students in the Chinese Academy of Education... all have families.

After hearing these words, a voice finally came out from the National Education College, and there was also a commotion on the street.

Countless eyes looked at the old palm print eunuch.

Tianhai Shengxue's face turned even paler.

He didn't expect that this old man Lin was completely different from the upright and persevering people in the rumors. He would actually resort to such tough and despicable methods!

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I don’t know if I heard it wrong.

There seemed to be a sound coming from deep within the National Education Academy.

Then, the main entrance of the National Education College, which had not been opened for three whole days and nights, slowly opened.

What came face to face was a chilling sword light, as well as more than two hundred teachers and students from the National Education Academy.

Even though he knew he was outmatched, he still prepared his troops and waited.

Looking at this scene, both Prince He and those heavy black armored knights' expressions changed slightly.

Mr. Lin was very calm, and even gave people a feeling that he was a little relieved.

Su Moyu hadn't slept much in the past three days and was very tired, but his eyes were as clear as his voice.

He stood on the stone steps, looked at Old Eunuch Lin and said, One person is enough to declare the decree.

When the imperial edict arrived, the National Education Academy did not open the courtyard door, place an incense table, kneel down, or even let only Mr. Lin in. This attitude was still extremely disrespectful.

Old Eunuch Lin was not angry and said with a smile: If you want to kill him, a will and me alone are enough.

After saying this, he walked towards the National Education Academy. When he passed by Su Moyu, he gently patted him on the shoulder.

Ye Xiaolian's expression suddenly became serious, and her hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly.

Nothing happened.

Su Moyu fell to the ground without spitting blood and died.

Mr. Lin just wanted to express his appreciation and respect for Su Moyu.

In this major event, the two powerful men in the sacred realm, Infinite Bi and Bieyang Hong, especially the latter, made great contributions.

Su Moyu was a very popular nephew, but he stayed at the National Education Academy after the incident. It might have been stupid in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of old man Lin, who had been stupid all his life, this was remarkable.

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The door of the library is open, and the skylight falls on the smooth black floor, making it bright and discerning.

Chen Changsheng sat by the window, not looking at the autumn colors outside the window, with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mr. Lin looked at him quietly for a long time.

Chen Changsheng didn't move or speak, he just lowered his head.

Father-in-law Lin suddenly understood that he was looking at his reflection on the floor.

Chen Changsheng was looking at himself.