Chapter 304 I, Gongyang Academy, Will Never Give up with Him

Hearing the wailing, Ying Xiong couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Gongyang Yu, he has melted into the vast river!" Gao Dasheng said in a sad voice.

"What?" Ying Xiong swayed when he heard this, his eyes full of disbelief: "Protector Gao, do you know what you are talking about? This kind of thing is absolutely not a joke."

"I saw this with my own eyes. What's more, I have brought back the relics and remains of Mr. Gong Yangyu." Gao Dasheng's eyes were filled with tears, and his eyes were full of grief.

Gao Dasheng is the protector of the Sanhe Clan and is responsible for dealing with the major forces in Daliang City. He is naturally familiar with the disciples of Gongyang Academy.

Gongyang Academy is a powerful force that spans eight vassal states. He has been promoted to be the protector of the Sanhe Gang, so he naturally wants to come here to pay homage to the dock.

As he spoke, Gao Dasheng took out Gong Yangyu's relics and the body that was smashed into a pulp.

"Master! Who is it? Who harmed you!"

Seeing Gong Yangyu's relics and the familiar clothes on Gong Yangyu's body, and the unique Qi training method of Gong Yang Academy still flowing in his body, Ying Xiong and other disciples burst into tears and were about to go crazy.

"Who is it? Who harmed you?" Gao Dasheng yelled angrily.

I am a noble, and a top noble at that.

Although Cong Lian is Xiaoxia's prince, he dares to go too far when facing the powerful Confucian sect.

Gao Xiaosheng means that no matter how little he says, he will miss something if he says too little. He means that he has thought about it and said less.

"Tell us to retreat." Ying Xiong was a little firm, but finally chose to receive him.

Furthermore, the relationship between Thomson Academy and the First Saint, the Li Sage, is ambiguous. Everything is done with the Li Sage as the leader. Offending the Thomson Academy is, in a sense, tantamount to offending the Li Sage.

"Where's Gongyang? Do you know anything about Gongyang?" Cui Yu asked again.

Hit by a mountain? It must be so frustrating to die.

Ying Xiong was sitting behind the table, quietly looking at the corn behind him in a daze.

Can he, just a Conglian person, represent Thomson College?

All the rules in the world, all magical powers, magic, and weirdness are all related to the word "power".

"Do you know what is happening in Xiaoliang City now? This old Confucian scholar seems to be struggling to get ahead." Cong Lian looked at Cong Lian with his eyes.

Then anger welled up in his heart.

"That's special rice, that's supernatural rice." A chaotic and hazy voice sounded in Cong Lian's body.

Cui Yu was once a disciple of Tomson Academy. Although he was valued, he did not have a title and was just a commoner. I, Cong Lian, can afford the small courtesy from him.

Cui Yu stared at Ying Xiong with his eyes, and then bowed respectfully: "Your Excellency, please come in."

"I dare to ask the villain, is Xiaoliang City now in the hands of villains?" Cong Lian got straight to the point.

"The rice transformed by magical power, before Gong Yangyu ate it, was small and harmless. It was comparable to hundreds of years old medicine." A strange sound came from Ying Xiong's body.

The food store was still gaining momentum. Cui Yu suddenly sat still, his eyes full of coldness.

"I just heard people say that the Mi family and the Wu family seemed to have been destroyed! But now with the chaos in Xiaoliang City, there is no trace of Gongyang anywhere? Moreover, it is said that Gongyang is just a Modi man, and our master has not yet Eliminate the registration of life and death and open the lock of immortality. Why is this male sheep still dead when the master is dead?"

This grandson has gone through countless calamities, but he is getting more and more cheerful.

Time passed little by little, and as the day passed, there was a lot of traffic behind the rice shop.

Looking at the group of people walking away, Ying Xiong shook his head: "They are just a group of seniors from Tomson College, and they are worthy of gesticulating in front of you?"

He is now more and more aware that something is wrong, and he feels more and more that something is wrong with Cui Yu, and wishes he could kill Cui Yu.

"Approval from the steward, the academy is busy searching the mountains and has time to take care of Xiaoliang City's affairs. People are dead anyway, so it can delay the academy's search for treasures in the mountains." The junior brother replied.

"Go and find Gongyang for you. You need to know all the information about Gongyang. Before that, report it to the main academy as soon as possible, saying that your husband has been killed, and ask the masters in the academy to come to Xiaoliang City to take charge of the situation. "Cui Yu roared angrily.

Cui Yu and his party walked out of the academy. The remaining disciples of Tomson Academy all had bad looks on their faces, and their eyes were full of embarrassment.

"My dear, Cui Yu, a scholar from Conglian Academy, wants to see you." Just as Ying Xiong and his shadow were talking to themselves, they suddenly heard the guard's voice coming from the door.

Even if he is a saint, he can retreat into the Dharma Realm and use the energy of chaos in the Dharma Realm to slowly replenish his divine power. However, he still has to work hard to extract the divine power from the chaos, which is also a very time-consuming and labor-intensive process.

When Ying Xiong heard this, he suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Supernatural rice? Who doesn't have such a small magical power, and can transform so little rice? My divine blood and magical power cost money, what is the wind blowing? Does the other party become the first? Are the gods and demons here? Such little magical rice, unless the ancient demon god is resurrected!"

"You want to see Ying Xiong! You want to see Cong Lian!"

"Wait a few more days and see if this old Confucian scholar can persist for one day. If I can persist for one day, it must be someone from the Haoran lineage." Cui Yu's voice was full of seriousness.

In other words, the Tomson Academy that was brought out from my own mouth was too heavy.

"Is he okay?" Ying Xiongzhi still didn't know why the other party was here, but he still pretended to know and waited for the other party to speak first.

There were no disciples to investigate, so Cui Yu was left to sort out Gao Dasheng's body.

"It is the consensus of the Confucian sect to allow old Confucian scholars to become enlightened," Cong Lian said.

On the eighth day, after hearing the news, people from surrounding villages came from all directions, blocking the entire street and leaving a queue of more than ten people.

"If it is the will of the sage of rites, he will invite the sage of rites." Ying Xiong said with a smile: "Even if it is the sage of rites, there is a truth to be said. If the people have no way to survive, you can always cut off the people's way of survival."

It's like everyone here knows how weak the motherland is, but it depends on who says it. Can he, a common man, speak on behalf of the motherland?

Facing an old fox like Ying Xiong who has seen the world, he must get straight to the point, which will be less efficient.

"Don't be polite and sit down slowly. You and his master Gao Dasheng have a close relationship. We are both from the same family." Ying Xiong smiled and motioned for the other party to sit down.

Especially now that Gong Yangyu has lost the restraints of ghosts and gods, that group of lunatics can do anything.

"If you can shine in this battle, you will definitely fall into the sight of Saint Li, and you will be favored by Saint Li." Cong Lian took a deep breath.

Gao Xiaosheng expressed his condolences for a moment, then turned and left. My relationship with Tomson College is not close to begin with.

"I came here today because I wanted to ask this villain for advice on nothing," Cui Yu said.

"Did he see anything?" Ying Xiong seemed to be talking to himself.

In Gao Xiaosheng's mouth, Gongyang used various conspiracies and tricks to trap Gao Dasheng to death, and his death was extremely tragic.

I looked through the lotus trees in the sky, but no one said, who regards the divine blood as a treasure?

"Doesn't the old Confucian scholar have no support from the ancient demon in front of him? Only without the ancient demon, would he care about the consumption of divine power." Ying Xiong recalled that in the next few days, there was suddenly no glimpse of the ancient god and demon in Liangjie Mountain, and his heart was filled with confusion. There were faint ripples: "The martial arts of gods and demons establish the foundation."

After letting Ying Xiong wait for a long time, he saw Cong Lian following the disciples from Tomson Academy all the way to Ying Xiong's house.

"What can you do if this old Confucian scholar behaves like this? You are just a scholar and an official of the imperial court." Cui Yu gradually regained his composure at this time: "The most complicated way is not to ask Xiaoliang City Lord to issue an injunction and ban the other party. If you catch him, the matter will be solved naturally. You go to see the Lord of Xiaoliang City! You guys are waiting for the low-level masters from Tomson Academy here! This old Confucian scholar suddenly took out so little rice. He could take out so little rice. There are only a handful of forces behind them, and there must be no one behind them to take action. Maybe it is Haoran's lineage. It is really Haoran's lineage that takes action. It does not involve the battle of Dao lines. Is it a Daoist from your Conglian Academy? The pulse can handle it.”

"Brother Dao, please forgive me!" Gao Xiaosheng patted the other party's shoulder.

Ying Xiong frowned when he heard this: "I just said that this old Confucian scholar came to visit me because he thought he was from Thomson Academy."

This famous person can actually kill my gentleman from Tomson College?

"It's an old guy like Cong Lianli who's better off! He knows how low the sky is and how deep the earth is." Ying Xiong sneered and spat out the tea leaves in his mouth.

"It's Cui Yu." Gao Dasheng said from the side.

"Senior brother, that old guy Cong Lian is not an old oil pot, and he is doing Tai Chi with us. You see, I don't have the intention to indulge the old sour scholar. Otherwise, when something happens in Xiaoliang City, I will directly suppress it. What will happen? What's the current scale?" A disciple cursed angrily.

"Nature is under your control." Ying Xiong said it clearly, whether tightly or quickly.

"I used to settle accounts with that old guy, but now it's time to think of a way to stop the old sour scholar's actions." Cui Yu had time to get angry, and at this time his whole face was full of seriousness.

ram?

"You know what he said, but as the lord of Xiaoliang City, you can do whatever you want? What clothes the people want to wear, what words they want to print under their cars and poles, you can always force them The other party burns all their clothes? It will trigger a civil uprising! How will you command Xiaoliang City then? The old Confucian scholar no matter what means he uses, after all, he gave the people of Xiaoliang City a chance to survive. I haven't won it yet. The people of Xiaoliang City. If you cut off the livelihood of the people in Xiaoliang City, what would happen? Although you are the lord of Xiaoliang City, you can still go against the odds and go against the millions of people in Xiaoliang City. If you wear it, you will be ridiculed by the people in heaven. How should the people of Xiaoxia country look at you?" Ying Xiong shirked all the responsibilities he had.

With the power of Tomson Academy, it is not difficult to find Gong Yang.

"I know." Ying Xiong said tightly or quickly.

Gongyang hired another hundred people, who distributed rice and flour intermittently and worked in shifts day and night.

"Is the academy master here?" Cui Yu asked.

But the ram actually transformed his divine power into rice. What kind of luxury is that? How insane?

"Senior brother, someone from the Lisheng lineage came to inquire about what happened in the city?" Just when Cui Yu was in great grief, no disciple reported later.

Hearing Gao Xiaosheng's words, all the disciples at Tomson Academy were stunned.

With one hundred and seventy-four thousand eight hundred kilograms of perfect strength, Modi has no chance to understand the law of 'force' and has no chance to enter the Tao with force.

Cui Yu was silent when he heard this: "They continue to track down Gongyang's information."

Who is the ram?

Seeing Ying Xiong sitting in the pavilion, Cui Yu bowed respectfully: "Cui Yu, a disciple of Tang Chen Academy, pays homage to Prince Tang."

And the power of 174,800 kilograms is the first kind of small magical power that can be used up until it is exhausted.

Conglian Academy is a small force within the Confucian sect that belongs to the last seven. The academy's disciples are spread all over the world, but they are not easy to provoke.

If it were because of Gao Dasheng's friendship with him, those people wouldn't even be qualified to see him.

Gao Dasheng didn't say much, and just went through all the details with added detail.

Tomson Academy is a good place, but it depends on who says it.

The law of force is the foundation of all laws in heaven, but it is also the purest and most basic law in heaven and earth.

"I don't have much rice and noodles after all? Even a small army of 100,000 people is enough. Where did this old sour scholar get rice and noodles from outside? Could it be that Haoran's lineage took action? Haoran's lineage secretly helped? But Haoran's lineage also You're the villain. There are many factions in Haoran Academy. It's definitely possible to pay such a price for the old Confucian scholar. But other than Haoran Academy, who would be the villain to help the old Confucian scholar?" Cui Yu looked at the blocked street. , Youyou took a breath of cold air: "It must be of Haoran's lineage! That's your chance! That's your chance!"

Cui Yu smashed a wine bowl, then hurriedly went upstairs, taking a circuitous route all the way back to the city lord's mansion.

"Hiss~"

Cong Lianli cultivated magical powers and wanted to replenish the consumption of divine blood. This was achieved bit by bit over time.

Cui Yu's face turned ugly: "You were reckless. You had thought that this person was just trying to give you face from Conglian Academy. It's a pity that the master is here, otherwise the master would force him to go to the palace, and the situation might be a lot worse."

"Master has been killed. We actually sit idly by and let Master Gu live and die for the sake of the treasure. This is simply too much." Cui Yu trembled angrily.

first day

This is divine blood!

"But that's the will of Saint Li." Cui Yu was also a fool. Seeing that the other party was trying to shirk him, he couldn't help but move Saint Li out.

The seventh day passed, and the atmosphere behind the rice shop was heated.

Xiaoxia looked at the 887 vassal states, and they could be ranked in the bottom seventeen, or even further back, within the bottom ten.

Establishing a foundation in the martial arts of gods and demons is a lifelong dream for any warrior in heaven, Cong Lianli.

"Supernatural rice?" Ying Xiong was stunned.

Even a saint would be so extravagant as to convert his divine power into a pile of useful rice.

Cui Yu finally saw that Ying Xiong simply put himself in his eyes.

Ying Xiong took a breath of cold air.

But now that Gao Xiaosheng is scared, I don't dare to face Cong Lian directly.

"I dare you." Cong Lian faced Ying Xiong respectfully, not wanting anyone to find any faults.