Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wen Wen hurriedly pulled Jingjing a bit, and angrily said, "What nonsense!"

"It was originally!"

Jingjing still wanted to refute, but when she saw Wen Wen's angry look, she withdrew when she spoke.

Wen Wen put down his angry expression and said modestly: "I'm sorry, the little girl is ignorant."

Su Ying's eyes flowed, and her intuition felt a subtle touch.

Not to mention that they are both women, Chen Zhen and the others all noticed the wrong feelings and showed a weird look.

Yang Qingxuan glared at them and shouted: "What kind of eyes do you look at me like this?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Chen Zhen shook his head and turned away.

Su Ying said, "Everyone is gone. Brother Qingxuan will fight Zuo Heng tomorrow. He is still injured. Don't disturb him anymore."

Chen Zhen waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Yang Qingxuan went to the dormitory, but it was a female dormitory.

He flew down in front of Pinghu, stood at the door of Wu Qiyue's bedroom, wanted to knock on the door, raised his hand, held it back, turned and left.

"Since it's here, why don't you knock on the door?"

Wu Qiyue's voice sounded.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, gave a wry smile, knocked a few times, and the door opened with a creak. Wu Qiyue stood at the door dignified in a pink dress and smiled.

Yang Qingxuan said, "You know I'm here."

Wu Qiyue smiled faintly and said: "I don't know very few things, come in."

It was a little messy inside, on the ground, on the table, there were papers everywhere, with countless runes painted on them.

Wu Qiyue said: "Be careful, don't step on it, these are the results of my deciphering in a few days."

Yang Qingxuan said, "How's the deciphering?"

He stood on tiptoe, for fear of trampling on the messy paper.

There was light in Wu Qiyue's eyes, and she said with some excitement: "This Void and Huangtian Secret Art is a bit weird, and I have discovered some amazing things. This book should be two books, called'Nothing and Huangtian' and'Huangtian'. The tactic', the teacher of the ridiculous academy, doesn’t understand anything. After passing it for a long time, it becomes a nihilism, hehe."

Yang Qingxuan was deeply cultivated by Lu Jiangpeng and others. He didn't like Wu Qiyue's saying that the college was bad, and defended: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and these ancient secrets are really hard to understand if no one is taught."

Wu Qiyue nodded and said: "This is, thanks to my understanding of some ancient spiritual texts, so that I can introduce something along the way, but there are still many things I don't understand."

She put Yang Qingxuan to the side and sorted out the paper by herself.

Yang Qingxuan looked at her serious look, only feeling a little sweet in her heart, and smiled softly: "Keep busy. I will go back to rest. There will be competition tomorrow."

"Well, you should rest earlier, and you will still have injuries on your body if you fight against Zuo Heng tomorrow."

Wu Qiyue said lightly, but her eyes were always on those words, and she carefully sorted it out in her hands for fear of messing up.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback and said, "Do you know that I will play against Zuo Heng tomorrow?"

Wu Qiyue smiled suddenly, but put the paper in her hand down, looked up at him, squinted and smiled: "Do I know it's weird? Besides, it's just a fight with Zuo Heng, is this a thing?"

Yang Qingxuan froze, unable to speak for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Well, I thought you would pay attention."

Wu Qiyue narrowed her smile and said with a serious face: "Maybe I have too high expectations of you, but don't forget, you are pregnant with one of the ten strongest martial arts spirits, Taixuan Sword Tomb, you want to stand on the top of this world. Man, Zuo Heng, you don’t even count as a stumbling block. Don’t take him too seriously."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "I understand."

Wu Qiyue looked at him affectionately, and said: "Tomorrow's battle, I will come."

Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly and said, "You should concentrate on deciphering these words. This is what is important. As for tomorrow's battle, as you said, it is just a trivial matter."

Wu Qiyue slowly leaned forward and put her head on Yang Qingxuan's shoulders, her hands lightly, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "But I want to see how you win, not to mention that this battle is still due to me. I want Watch it end."

Yang Qingxuan gently stroked her hair and said softly, "As you wish, I will end it by myself tomorrow."

The two hug each other lightly, cuddling each other.

After a while, they separated. Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but kissed Wu Qiyue's forehead before turning and leaving.

On the second day, the entire college was empty.

In the quarter-finals battle, the first four kings will be born.

High-level officials from the entire empire also came to the academy. In front of the largest square, guarded by the imperial guards, a red line restricted area was enclosed.

The patriarchs of major families, some strong men who graduated from the academy, and members of the royal family all sat inside the red line, chatting loudly, and commenting on the eight people standing on the court.

Yang Qingxuan put his arms around his chest and stood quietly on the ring. He especially didn't like the feeling of being pointed and watched like a small animal, so he simply closed his eyes and gathered energy.

The other seven people have similar attitudes, they are cold and independent, and they are blind to the external environment.

"Master Dean is here!"

"Your Emperor is down!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd, and tens of thousands of eyes looked in one direction.

With the crowd pouring out, the tall canopy stood up and money came.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but open his eyes and followed everyone's gaze. On Qing's side, a middle-aged man strode forward.

The man was dressed in a yellow shirt, his skin was fair, his face was smooth and needless, and his eyes were energetic, giving him a kind of superior temperament.

Patriarchs of the four great families, as well as Jin Wang Su Ze, Su Ying and others, followed closely behind.

When Yang Qingxuan saw that the emperor had a steady pace and even breathing, he knew that he was also a master, and he could not see through his cultivation.

The masters in the red line restricted area also hurriedly stood up to greet them.

Ding Yuan also sat in the restricted area, stood up reluctantly, and nodded slightly in salute.

Su Yu hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists in reply, saying: "I heard that Dean Ding was meditating at Tian Cong Academy. He has always had the heart to visit. He is just entangled in the world. I saw it today and hoped to forgive me."

Ding Yuan replied, "Your Majesty is polite."

Tens of thousands of people were in an uproar around, only then did they realize that the humble old man was actually the dean of Duanyang Guo Haoran Academy.

"Why Dean Ding also came in the quarterfinals of our hospital?"

"Hey, this is the battle of the four kings. The old man is afraid that he can't sit still, so he came to watch the ceremony specially."

"That's right, Tian Cong Academy is the Five Kingdoms, and the other four colleges are afraid that they will not sit still."

A sense of pride emerged spontaneously, and various versions of rumors spread among the crowd.

There are some spies from the Duanyang country who are mixed in the crowd, their faces are pale and angry. The dean of his academy was taken as a hostage, which is simply a shame.