Way of Choices

The door of the National College of Education was always closed, and there was no sound inside. No matter whether it was the heavy siege of the court or the old **** with the imperial edict, there was no change. There was always silence. With a thick gate, you will think that there must be no one behind the gate.

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

Two yellow poplar trees are planted behind the courtyard door. The leaves have become much thinner after the autumn. The cold sky falls through the branches and falls on the face of a young girl.

The girl's eyebrows were clear, she was still childish, she was very young, illuminated by the sky, and it was more pleasant, but the anxiety and fatigue on her face became a lot clearer.

Ye Xiaolian, a disciple of the inner gate of Nanxizhai.

Su Moyu stood beside her.

Dozens of Nanxizhai female disciples stood behind them.

The sword has already been allocated.

The light of Qingqiu can fall on their faces, but not on their swords, because those swords are too sharp and the swords are too bright.

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

The sword formation of Nanxizhai has been here for three days and three nights.

Now, Nanxizhai's female disciples are very tired. After hearing the faint voice outside the hospital, the color changed slightly.

Da Zhou's Xuanjia heavy riding is invincible in the world. If he just rushed over like this, even Nanxizhai's sword formation could not be supported.

"What should I do?" Ye Xiaolian looked at Su Moyu, and Qingli's small face was full of nervous emotions.

Su Moyu turned his head to look at the direction of the library building, thinking of the guy who remained silent after returning from Tianshuling, and could not make up his mind.

"That's Mrs. Lin! What else do you want? Don't hurry to open the door of the courtyard!"

A student of the National College of Education looked at the people in front of the college and shouted in horror: "Are you really ready to resist the purpose! I don't want to accompany you to die!"

Listening to this person's words, there was a slight commotion among the teachers and students of the National College of Education. The voice of discussion gradually began, and some people even quarreled violently.

Su Moyu looked at the student and remembered that he was a rich businessman's child on Henan Road. He silently remembered his name in his heart.

Ye Xiaolian looked at his eyes and thought he was a little shaken, looking at Shen Sheng, the teachers and students of the National College of Education, and shouted: "The saint has a purpose, and the disciples of Nanxizhai will certainly protect the safety of Dean Chen! For those who are dead, they left from the back door, Hugh wants to talk nonsense here, otherwise it is no wonder that the sword is merciless!"

Listening to this, the rich student student of Henan Road changed his face and became very angry, but he dared not say anything more and walked out of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen students of the National College of Education and several teachings also left the crowd, looking in the direction of the back door.

Looking at this scene, the teachers and students who stayed in the room couldn't help but yell at them, especially when they saw the eyes of Nanxizhai's female disciples, they felt so ashamed.

Su Moyu didn't say anything, just remember the names of those who left.

Ye Xiaolian realized that his silence did not mean to be shaken, and he asked, "What are you thinking?"

Su Moyu said calmly: "I was thinking, if the National College of Education can keep it, what method should I use to retaliate against these people."

Ye Xiaolian was stunned, thinking that Su Moyu, who was known as a courteous and reserved person from the Affiliated Hospital of the Palace, had his temperament changed?

She did not say that Su Moyu also knew what she was thinking. He looked at the beautiful autumn scenery in the National College of Education, and there was nostalgic thoughts on his face. He said: "This is an interesting place. Anyone who has been here for a long time will have some changes."

Such an interesting state education college, if it can be kept, is naturally very good, but if it has always been the most unreliable word.

Otherwise, why did he start to feel sad and miss it now?

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Baihua Alley has been emptied, and the building across the lane has been evenly forcibly leveled, leaving only the teahouse.

In the growing smoke, the tea house that had watched dozens of battles of martial arts in the courtyards seemed very lonely, and the figure of hundreds of riders of Xuanjia and Qiqi was so terrible.

The door of the National College of Education is still closed.

"Actually, I have such a courage. It is indeed the National Education College built by the dean of the business, and it is indeed his majesty's brother."

Grandpa Lin suddenly laughed, his smile full of emotion.

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

But the next sentence was heard by everyone present.

Grandpa Lin looked at the closed door of the National College of Education, and smiled slowly: "President Chen is an orphan, but the teaching and students in the National College of Education... have family members."

Listening to this, there was finally a voice in the National College of Education, and there was also a commotion on the street.

Countless eyes looked at the old **** with palm prints.

Tian Hai Shengxue's face was even paler.

He had no idea that this husband-in-law, Lin, was completely different from the ruggedness of fortitude, and it was such a tough and mean method to shoot!

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I don't know if I heard it wrong.

There seemed to be a sound in the depths of the National College of Education.

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

Oncoming was a chilling sword light, and there were more than two hundred teachers and students of the National College of Education.

Knowing that they are not enemies, they are still standing by and waiting.

Looking at this scene, both the Hejun king and those Xuanjia heavy riders changed their faces slightly.

Her husband Lin was very calm, and even gave people a feeling, he was a little relieved.

Su Moyu didn't sleep much in the past three days and was very tired, but her eyes were as clear as her voice.

He stood on the stone steps and looked at her husband, Lin, said: "Xuan purpose is enough."

The imperial decree arrived, the National College of Education did not have a large opening door, placed incense cases, bowed down, and even let only her husband Lin go in. This attitude was still very disrespectful.

Her husband Lin was not angry, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill him, it is enough to be alone with me."

After finishing this sentence, he walked to the National College of Education and patted Su Moyu gently, patting him on the shoulder gently.

Ye Xiaolian's expression was abrupt, his hand holding the hilt slightly tight.

Nothing happened.

Su Moyu died without spurting blood.

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

In this major event, the two sacred realms in Infinite Green and the Great Red, especially the latter, have made great contributions.

Su Moyu is a nephew of a different kind, but he stayed at the National College of Education afterwards. In the eyes of the world, it may be very stupid, but in the eyes of her husband, Lin, who has been stupid for a lifetime, this is amazing.

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The door of the library is open, and the sky falls on the smooth black floor.

Chen Changsheng sat by the window, didn't look at the autumn scenery outside, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Husband Lin looked at him quietly for a long time.

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

Grandpa Lin suddenly understood that he was looking at his reflection on the floor.

Chen Changsheng is watching himself.

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