Chapter 734
"Really, even a man of this age still likes to be brave." Jiu Yi pouted and gently applied medicine to Jiang Lin, her eyes were full of gentle reproach.
"My lord, please don't move, Mo Li won't be able to take the medicine anymore." Mo Li also held Jiang Lin's arm on his body.
The gentle and well-behaved Mo Li is also pouted now, and casts a reproachful glance at Jiang Lin.
Although Jiang Lin's whole body was in pain, in comparison, the room in the courtyard next to him was much worse.
Fang Chaoqun was not only seriously injured, but even when Mi Mian was applying the medicine, she deliberately exerted force. Fang Chaoqun screamed in pain, it was so miserable that it could be heard even through a courtyard wall.
Everything is still from three days ago.
Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun each covered half of Longming Academy with their own sword realm, and then started kicking the hall.
Naturally, Jiang Lin kicked the hall because of Mo Li. Although those scholars did not bully Mo Li, they even prepared a place for Mo Li, but because Mo Li was a woman, he refused to debate. How could this be tolerated?
On the contrary, this silly girl is still in Longming Academy, trying to impress her with sincerity.
But Jiang Lin doesn't care so much, he will be taught a lesson first.
As for Fang Chao's skirt, although Fang Min died before Longming Academy in that life, strictly speaking, Longming Academy never forced Fang Min, and at most ignored it.
On the contrary, after Fang Min traded his own life for his own at Longming Academy, it was an accident that such a deadly academy like Longming Academy actually let Fang Chaoqun go.
But Fang Chaoqun must still be upset, this kind of discomfort is a bit unreasonable, but when did Jianxiu need to talk too much?
So Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun naturally took a breath of sulk, and they wanted to vent their anger on the scholars of Longming Academy.
The scholars of Longming Academy are indeed very bloody, even in the Dongfu realm, they want to challenge Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun.
Naturally, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun would not refuse anyone who came.
Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun didn't kill them either, but they also beat up the scholars of Longming Academy for at least three or four months so they wouldn't even think about getting out of bed.
In the end, from Dongfu Realm to Yupu Realm, almost all the Confucian scholars were taught a lesson by Jiang Lin and Fang Fang, even Sikong Tu, the dean of Longming Academy, was punished.
However, the dean was targeting Fang Fang’s copy of skirts.
It's very simple, Fang Chaoqun breathed a sigh of relief, is the dean gone?
The quasi-sage that Fang Chaoqun killed at that time was his disciple.
As a result, both the dean and Fang Chaoqun were hurt. It is a pity that the dean is a bit old, and Fang Chaoqun won in the end. He is probably lying on the bed to recuperate.
Three days later, Jiang Lin's whole body was covered with injuries, but fortunately, no bones were hurt at all.
But Fang Fang's skirt was miserable. After the First World War, Sikong Tu was wrapped up like a mummy.
But what I didn't expect was that Longming Academy was also suddenly relieved, and even took the initiative to send medicinal materials over, and didn't drive Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun away, letting them recuperate in the yard.
As if nothing happened, Longming Academy didn't pursue anything.
"Da da da"
Just as Jiang Lin was being dragged by Jiu Yi and Mo Li to apply the medicine, there was a knock on the courtyard door.
Mo Li gently put down Jiang Lin's hand, and walked out of the room to open the courtyard door.
"Miss Moli, is Young Master Jiang here?"
The person who came was Han Zhe, that is, the sage who received Jiang Lin, Jindan Realm, he was the first to call Jiang Lin for a beating that day, but he was beaten in seconds, and now he is lying on a wheelchair and was beaten The young scholar of the five realms pushed.
Although he looked pale and had no injuries on the surface, he was actually sitting in a wheelchair and didn't dare to move, otherwise the icy sword energy would ravage his meridians and acupoints.
"I don't know what's the matter with Mr. Han?"
Han Zhe endured the pain and said: "The Wutong Academy once said that Mr. Jiang is also a half-Confucian student. Two months later, Longming Academy will hold the annual Longming Debate. At that time, all the great scholars in Longming Continent will come. If Mr. Jiang If you have spare time, you can also participate.”
After all, after Han Zhe handed over an invitation card, he asked his students to push him away, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.
After Han Zhe turned and left, Jiang Lin had already come to the gate of the courtyard, watching the direction in which he left.
"Is the young master going?"
Looking at Jiang Lin whose cheeks were still bruised, Mo Xin said painfully.
"It's not me, but you." Jiang Lin pinched Mo Li's cheek.
"Mo Li?" Mo Li blinked cutely.
"Um."
Jiang Lin raised his head to look at the sky, and exhaled slowly.
"Actually, many scholars in Longming Academy are really scholars to a certain extent."
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Jiang Lin accepted the invitation of Longming Academy and stayed at Longming Academy to participate in Longming Debate.
And after that kick in the hall, the peaks of the Academy suddenly lost a lot of figures. After all, they were all recovering from their injuries in bed, and Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun also recovered in peace of mind.
Another month later, Jiang Lin's injuries were basically healed, Fang Chaoqun's injuries were also stable, at least he didn't need to be wrapped like a mummy anymore.
On this day, Fang Chaoqun came to Jiang Lin's courtyard early in the morning, expressing that he was going to visit the grave, and asked Jiang Lin if he would go.
Only then did Jiang Lin know that thousands of years ago, the quasi-sage of Longming Academy who threatened Fang Min to copy his skirt died on this day.
Jiang Lin naturally followed, but Jiang Lin didn't let Jiuyi and Mo Li follow, but wanted them to help cover it up so that Miyan wouldn't follow.
Walking on the mountain path, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun were already famous after that day. It can be said that in the entire Longming Academy, there is really no one who does not know the two of them.
Especially those ladies from the mortal dynasty looked at Fang Chaoqun and Jiang Lin with burning eyes.
There was even a girl who ran away from Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun's wretched eyes, but now she looked at them with a little shyness.
"You're not going to tear down his grave, are you?" Jiang Lin asked.
Fang Chaoqun gave Jiang Lin a white look: "Do you think I am like this kind of person?"
"Somewhat."
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After joking around for a while, the two came to a mountain with thin spiritual power.
There are no trails on this mountain, and there are no pavilions. It seems that no one has lived there, and they don't want to develop it.
Pull away the thorns and branches, and scare off a few green bamboo leaves.
The two of Jiang Lin came to a small open space covered in leaves. In the middle of the rebirth of weeds, a simple grave stood there, and the grass on the top of the grave was already tall and tall.
In front of the tombstone, a woman who looked like 30 years old was holding a book in her hand and reading softly. Beside the woman, a man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. Only sunlight could penetrate his body and fall on the stone monument. superior.