Chapter 52 Meeting (please read!)

Author: Mr. Xuanxin

Chapter 52 Meeting (please read!)

Standing under the statue of the Sven Saint.

Lu Xuan reached out and grabbed it.

A little golden light floated down and fell into his palm.

Cheng Lingzhu looked closely and found that it was a copper coin with a very simple shape.

"So many years have passed, and this thing has not fallen, and no one has discovered it."

Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows, threw the copper coin and caught it.

He stretched out his hand to Cheng Lingzhu:

"Give me the Phoenix Blood Sword."

Cheng Lingzhu handed over the sword as he spoke, but Lu Xuan did not take it immediately, but took out a phoenix robe from the storage magic weapon.

It is the fairy dress of Fairy Huanzhen.

He held the fairy dress in one hand, shook and swung it, and the fairy dress turned into silk threads and woven into sword spears.

Lu Xuan strung the copper coin and the sword spear together and tied it to the Phoenix Blood Sword.

The Phoenix Blood Sword trembled and shook gently, as if expressing his joyful emotions.

Each Taoist artifact and a special spiritual treasure are used as decorations, which can be said to be the peak of sword life.

Lu Xuan raised his head and looked at the statue of the Confucian Saint:

"Many years ago, I put this copper coin in the palm of the statue of Confucianism and used the talent of the Sancai Academy to nourish it. What I thought was that if anyone with a destiny got it, I could give it a chance."

"But what I didn't expect was that it was almost five thousand years old, and it was still there. It was probably because the students respected their teachers, were willing to look far and away, and were unwilling to get close to them."

Lu Xuan said.

"So you took it back today?"

Cheng Lingzhu raised her face.

"You can't say that."

Lu Xuan thought about it.

"Although it was not picked up by someone with destiny, it was finally in the hands of someone with destiny."

He took one of Cheng Lingzhu's slim hand, put it in his palm, and learned from the scholar in the play, and said seriously:

"Miss, you have a destiny to be a young student in this life."

When Cheng Lingzhu heard this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly. She raised her chin and asked deliberately:

"You want to say, am I a destined person in this life?"

"Hey, not only in this life, but also in the past life."

Lu Xuan gently kissed her back on the back of her hand, then spread her arms.

Cheng Lingzhu took a step forward and threw herself into his arms.

The girl's cheeks were slightly hot, and a hint of redness spread to her ears shyly.

She buried her face in Lu Xuan's arms, and complained in her heart that she really had no concentration, why was he gently flirting with her and couldn't control her like this.

If you can't control it, you can't control it.

Cheng Lingzhu snorted.

Anyway, she's happy.

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The East District of Sancai Academy.

Tingyu Pavilion.

The students of Sancai Academy all know that Tingyu Pavilion is not used to listen to the rain.

At this moment.

Third floor, conference hall.

"Hold the courtyard celebration in advance?"

Zhang Xun's master, the vice president of Sancai Academy, and Hu Qingsong, the peak monk of the fusion stage, widened his eyes.

"good."

On the main seat of the conference table, an old man with thin figure and white hair nodded.

This person is the dean of Sancai Academy and He Yuanfeng, the peak monk of the Mahayana period.

"Master, why do you need to advance the time for this year's hospital celebration?"

A middle-aged man with a literati next to He Yuanfeng asked.

The middle-aged man was named Shen Li, who was He Yuanfeng's personal disciple, and heir to the vice president of Sancai Academy and the next president.

Shen Li broke through the Mahayana period three hundred years ago, and his talent was already considered good, but it was still far from his master's level.

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As a personal disciple, Chen Li was the last one to leave.

He Yuanfeng put his arm on the table, looked at Chen Li's back, and a trace of unbearance flashed in his eyes.

But soon, this unbearance turned into a kind of determination, and his eyes became cold.
Chapter completed!