Chapter 55 Life and Death

As early summer comes, the morning light shines through the clouds, standing in a columnar shape on Shanglin City, which is painted in ancient scrolls.

After the holiday of Qiudao Academy, Yang Ze's eldest brother Yang Que and second brother Yang Wenyuan ended their vacation back to Shanglin City and will return to Qiudao Academy established in Buzhou Mountain, the kingdom.

Because of the establishment of the Kingdom Cultivator Academy, Buzhou Mountain is called the Holy Mountain in Daye City, and the surrounding towns are extremely prosperous. The Qiudao Academy occupies the entire prosperous halfway up the mountain.

Before leaving, Yang Wenyuan patted Yang Ze's shoulder with an excited smile, "When Buzhou peach blossoms are in full bloom this year, your elder brother and I will be at the college gate, waiting for the arrival of the best young man in Shanglin!"

When Yang Wenyuan said this farewell, his beautiful pair of peach blossom eyes shook Yang Ze. Yang Que's smile was so honest that he did not contain any impurities.

In fact, both of them knew that Yang Ze had advanced to the eighth level of the art world overnight and would shock the entire Shanglin City again after they left. But they couldn't see it, but perhaps they could welcome the moment when their third brother, who was just a prince who had fallen a year ago, officially entered the academy gate.

After Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan left, Yang Ze did not give up his own cultivation every afternoon until bedtime. He still had to do something, not to enter the Qiudao Academy that everyone yearned for...but to prevent the next incident that led to the Da Ye's crisis. Before that, improving his cultivation was the first step. He still longed for the great master realm of the gods who blocked the gods and the Buddhas who blocked the Buddhas in the memory fragments.

In the early morning of the morning of the Marquis' Mansion, the gate had just been opened when he saw a car coming outside.

Then a middle-aged man in green clothes came down. Facing the mansion manager who was coming out, the person who came asked gently, "Class Yang can be in the mansion now?"

He is humble, polite...but powerful.

The arrival of Li Daming, the bishop of Qiudao Academy, immediately caused a stir in the Hou's Mansion. The Hou of Qichun personally received it. When Li Daming explained his purpose and was preparing to arrange the only place for the free examination for Qiudao Academy to be admitted to Yang Ze, everyone was excited as if a whirlwind was blowing in the mansion.

Qiudao Academy is the most promising place in Daye, a place where practitioners receive enlightenment, and a place that many young people in the kingdom are unlucky. They enroll students every year, but the annual examination goals and unified recruitment scale are very different. There is only one thing that is the same, that is, it will be extremely difficult to enter Qiudao Academy.

Regardless of whether Yang Ze has reached the second level or above Qihai Realm, or whether Yang Ze beats Zhao Jin and escapes from Shangguan Yan. Even young people such as Liu Qian and Xue Ran in the mansion, or those in Shanglin City, speculate that Yang Ze may be able to pass the exam successfully and enter the Qiudao Academy. That is all with uncertainty.

Because there are always variables, maybe there are dozens of places to enroll in this year, and Yang Ze will be one of them. It is also possible that there are only five places. Among the five places with fierce competition, Yang Ze may not necessarily have Yang Ze. Yang Ze may even lose the qualification to enter the college in this way due to his poor performance.

However, now, all speculations and all uncertainties and unstable factors can be left out. The Bishop of Qiudao Academy came to the door to recruit students without examination, and this family in the whole city may not have any semicolons.

Then the man of Qichun was overjoyed and was very happy. Yang Ze took over the gentle gaze of Li Daming's smile, which countless people in Qiudao Academy wanted. The young generation in the mansion had completely changed Yang Ze since the last incident at Yanchun Pavilion. Even Liu Qian and others became invisibly close to Yang Ze. This time, Yang Ze was able to be admitted to the hospital without examination, which has become a topic of great heights for the young people in the mansion.

Life is very tacit.

Every day when Yang Ze was convenient, he would go to the inner courtyard of the outer hall in the early morning, and he would always see Ji Ling'er. Sometimes there was no one, but he would often wait for a while with great experience, and Ji Ling'er would come after finishing the temporary work. Perhaps he would bring a box of pastries that made Yang Ze greedy, and then exchange for the imaginative stories he mentioned.

Sometimes Yang Ze forgets his soul in his previous life more and more. It exists in his memory like a dream, so far away that he almost forgets where he comes from.

He has obtained a lot of things he had not been able to obtain in this mysterious world. He has been promoted to Qichun Administration. His father Yang Hongyuan, who looks harsh on the outside but actually wants his son to become a success, is virtuous and gentle on his mother Cheng Ying, and they calm him down. He also has his eldest brother Yang Que and his second brother Yang Wenyuan. They have made his cold heart touch the warmth.

And Ji Ling'er in the depths of this inner courtyard, she was very stunning at first sight. Even though she saw her lightly covered body, Yang Ze had no desire or impulse to blaspheme at all, and was so pure that it was not to be violated. This feeling was the first time in history for him who was once frivolous and unruly.

So Yang Ze would subconsciously get close to her and tell him the strange stories he had never told anyone.

Yang Hongyuan, Cheng Ying, Yang Que, Yang Wenyuan and others filled the void in his soul and made him feel warm. And Ji Ling'er, who he often came to see, seemed to let Yang Ze find some unknown sustenance left by his past soul here.

He was very at ease to listen quietly to this girl who was so smart and wise outside.

So he told her about the little prince and fox, the revenge of the Count of Monte Cristo, Romeo and Juliet, but unfortunately these did not urge Ji Ling'er to cry. So he talked about the peacock flying southeast, from Liu Lanzhi entering the door to Jiao Zhongqing hanging on the southeast branch... and many, like a person who had held a lot of secrets in his heart, finally found a channel for some kind of convexity. In this way, he would feel a comfortable pleasure to tell the listener. What's more, there was a very pleasing woman in front of him.

"In this way, Forrest Gump kept running... and established a shrimp farm because of a sea storm, so he became a wealthy businessman in the world... He traveled all over the mainland and finally returned to his hometown. But he had all kinds of adventures and a very smart son..."

"Then Jenny, who grew up with him, is still dead... What a paper disease, can't she treat it with the best spiritual medicine?" Ji Ling'er looked at Yang Ze with a hint of anger and suspicion.

"This..." Yang Ze scratched the back of his head, "Anyway, the elixirs cannot cure the disease."

Yang Ze, who was sitting side by side with Ji Ling'er, put down his hand, but accidentally touched the soft and cold next to him.

The entry point was delicate and smooth, and the soft part was slight tremor that could only be noticeable. At this moment, Yang Ze, who immediately realized that he might have touched something accidentally, couldn't help but jump slightly in his heart.

Then Mo Youming's impulse was unaware of where it extended. At the moment when Fang Rouyan was about to pull away from Yang Ze's big hand, his five fingers of his right hand were retracted and tightened.

Holding the softness and delicateness that was about to be pulled away.

The purchase is a kind of slight coolness that is as delicate as boneless. However, it also holds the fulfillment of something fleeting. Even the slight struggle coming from that place is offset.

Yang Ze did not look to the side, not thinking that, in fact, he really wanted to see how beautiful the woman beside him was like an exiled immortal at this moment.

But what he was worried about was that if he turned his head to look at Ji Ling'er, even the enjoyment of holding her hands tightly would be fleeting. Since he wanted to be shameless, he should be shameless thoroughly.

So Yang Ze did not see the shame and anger surged in Ji Ling'er's eyes, and her face as red as the sunset reflected on the Holy Peak Snow Mountain.

Ji Ling'er looked at Yang Ze from the side, thinking to herself how shameless this person could be so calm. If Yang Ze turned his face at this moment, he would probably see Ji Ling'er's eyes that could turn into a sword and stab him to death.

The grass beside Ji Ling'er was suddenly suppressed by an invisible pressure, as if she was bowing down to the beautiful girl in front of her one after another. It seemed that countless creatures were trembling under the anger in her chest.

However, Yang Ze looked ahead as if nothing had happened.

Life and death are like there is only a distance between a thought at that moment.

Ji Ling'er looked at Yang Ze's expression in front of her, and her eyes that were as angry as a red lotus were stunned again, because she did not see the frivolous success in her imagination in Yang Ze's eyes. The expression that people in the world are used to conquering the goddess above, but rather a kind of tranquility that looks straight ahead.

The girl with red lotus on her pupils was slightly angry. The man sitting on the stone bench and looking at the wild and erotic man in front of her. This picture was slightly tightened.

Ji Ling'er not only saw an inexplicable tranquility in Yang Ze's eyes, but also an expression that he seemed to enjoy.

The anger on Ji Ling'er's face eventually weakened, and the color of his pointed ears was slightly red.

Her head hangs slightly, and her heart becomes annoyed. She can't gather her skills to shake Yang Ze's hand when she holds her. But after the shock, what kind of situation will it be?

She has experienced the ups and downs of life since she was a child, and has seen the world's human feelings and worldly ways. She has seen a lot of flashy authority and distorted vulgarity. When she goes to any place, she will undoubtedly see all kinds of hypocritical or hidden faces, intentional, vanity, numbness... emerging one after another, wrapping the world layer by layer, everywhere. So when she saw Yang Ze, she was as indifferent as if she saw a negligible little person until she found out that he was unique.

Over the past few days, listening to the stories in Yang Ze’s mouth, either touching, or turning around, or persistent... has caused a stir in her heart, which was originally Jingping Ruhu. It seems that she is staying with him like this, and listening to him telling those stories in a slightly magnetic voice, has made her not even want time to pass by quickly.

Because once it passes, she will leave here, and naturally she will no longer hear the reckless prince from the Marquis's mansion. She will run to the inner courtyard every day to tell him, and the comfort and comfort of staying alone and talking in a little bit.

She was afraid that after she shook Yang Ze's hand, some subtle things that existed between the two would be destroyed forever.

The girl raised her head, and a trace of sadness flashed across her clear eyes. Forget it, in two days, such a day will eventually end.

The invisible suppression force of the grass around her suddenly disappeared, and she regained her toughness and gently stood upright and swayed lightly.

The hot springs linger in the rising smoke.

Yang Ze held Ji Ling'er's hand and sat quietly on the stone bench.
Chapter completed!