After leaving Wu Qiyue's dormitory, Yang Qingxuan went to look for Qing Buli, but Qing Buli wasn't there. He had to go back to the Dragon Welcoming Pond to look for Lu Jiangpeng, but Lu Jiangpeng wasn't there either.
"Where would the dean and Elder Lu be at this time?"
Yang Qingxuan pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he thought of a place and went straight there.
He found that the students on the road were full of respect when they saw him. They took the initiative to step aside and let him pass.
Many students even stopped and saluted him to show their respect.
Yang Qingxuan smiled and saluted them one by one. The battle with Ye Mingchuan had made him famous in the academy and even in the entire Cangnan Country. It was just that he didn't know it in the secluded campus.
"Yang Qingxuan, it's Yang Qingxuan!"
A few girls were walking towards him. When they saw Yang Qingxuan, they all screamed and ran up to him with hearts in their eyes. They surrounded him.
The girls took out a letter from their bags and stuffed it into his hand. Then, they ran away shyly with eyes full of affection.
There was a faint pink fragrance on the letters, and they were filled with red hearts. Yang Qingxuan took one out and read it. It said, "Yang Qingxuan, I want to give birth to a monkey for you. I love you, Zhang Xiue."
"Yang Qingxuan, it's Yang Qingxuan!"
Another group of girls saw him and ran over screaming.
Yang Qingxuan: "…"
He threw away the letter in his hand, and with a flash of his figure, he turned into a stream of light and flew away.
"Yang Qingxuan, I love you, I love you!"
The group of girls screamed at the top of their lungs. Their eyes were full of tears of love. A few girls in the True Martial Realm even flew and chased after him.
Yang Qingxuan felt a headache coming on. He changed his body in the air a few times and shook off all the girls. Then, he went to a quiet courtyard.
"Mr. Ding Yuan."
Yang Qingxuan landed in front of the courtyard and shouted.
"Is it Yang Qingxuan? Come in. "
Ding Yuan's voice came from the bamboo forest. The door of the small courtyard opened by itself with a creak.
Qing Buli, Lu Jiangpeng, Wu Hao, and Ding Yuan were seated around a stone table. They were discussing something, and all they did was raise their heads to greet him.
On the contrary, Ding Yuan was even more enthusiastic as he asked with a smile, "Have your injuries healed?"
Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for your concern, Mister. Everything is fine now." He looked at the other three people and said, "The dean and the others …"
Ding Yuan smiled and said, "To study one of the three treasures of our Haoran Academy — the Wen Qing Ancient Scroll."
A look of disdain flashed across his eyes as he snorted, "This ancient scroll has been in my academy for so many years. Countless geniuses have studied it, but they have all failed to understand the main points. How can they decipher it in such a short time?"
Yang Qingxuan's curiosity was piqued as well. He said, "It's so miraculous. I wonder if I can …"
"Come on, come on."
Lu Jiangpeng was already waving his hand. He said, "With your talent, you might be able to see through it at a glance."
Qing Buli and Wu Hao raised their heads as well. Thinking of Yang Qingxuan's talent, they couldn't help but feel hopeful.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. He saw that the three people's eyes were red and swollen. Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they had been crying.
"What's going on?"
He muttered in his heart and felt that it was very strange. He walked up and saw a scroll on the stone table. It was made of pieces of jade, connected by golden threads.
Exquisite small seal script was engraved on the jade, but the handwriting was like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He said, "Middle Ages secret script?"
Lu Jiangpeng nodded and said, "Yes. Although I can't read the words, there is a strong sense of sadness in the entire ancient scroll. Those who read it will feel sad and those who read it will cry."
Yang Qingxuan looked at the words and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He couldn't help but cry. He choked and said, "I noticed it too … Sob … Sob …"
"Wah … So sad …!"
He couldn't care less about the situation. The sadness in his heart poured out in torrents. He lay on the table and wailed.
Lu Jiangpeng and the others wiped away their tears. They were heartbroken.
Yang Qingxuan's sadness in particular swept the three of them up. Soon, the four of them hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Ding Yuan chuckled a few times, walked forward, rolled up the booklet, and put it away.
The crying stopped abruptly.
The four of them looked at each other. They couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Their faces were all red.
Especially Qing Buli. As the number one person in the Northern Five Nations and the president of Tiancong Academy, he was crying so hard that his eyes were red and swollen. If word got out, jaws would drop.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Qing Buli coughed and said awkwardly, "This Wen Qing Ancient Scroll is amazing."
"Yes, yes, it's amazing."
Lu Jiangpeng and Wu Hao were also extremely embarrassed. They lowered their heads and felt too ashamed to raise them.
Yang Qingxuan wiped away his tears. Although he was embarrassed, seeing the old men cry like this made him feel relieved. At the same time, waves of shock rose in his heart. What was with the ancient scroll? Why did it have such a sad effect?
Ding Yuan saw the doubt in his eyes and chuckled. "This ancient scroll was left behind by a powerhouse called 'Wen Qing' a long time ago. It is said that this ancient scroll contains all of his martial arts. Unfortunately, there are very few people who have comprehended it."
Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat. "Very few? You mean … there are people who have comprehended it? "
Ding Yuan nodded and said, "Three hundred years ago, there was a dean in this academy who studied this scroll for three years. One day, he suddenly burst into laughter, and then he burst into tears. He cried for three days and three nights in a row. The whole academy heard him. He cried until his liver and intestines were cut to pieces, and those who heard him shed tears. After that, this senior entered empyrean realm. "
"Empyrean realm?!"
Yang Qingxuan's expression changed greatly. His eyes widened as he said in shock, "Is it really empyrean realm? Isn't it said that only one person in the Xuanye Continent has entered this realm in the past few hundred years? "This was what Lu Jiangpeng had told him.
Lu Jiangpeng said, "The only one was the president of Haoran Academy. After that, he defeated all the opponents in the Xuanye Continent and left. No one knows where he went. "
They all fell silent as if they were admiring the power of that powerhouse.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed. He said slowly, "That is to say, this Wen Qing Ancient Scroll is a cultivation method that can help one enter empyrean realm?"
Ding Yuan said, "It has to do with one's talent and opportunity. But in the past three hundred years, the strongest powerhouse in the Xuanye Continent was indeed the ancestor of Haoran Academy."
Yang Qingxuan was moved. "Mr. Ding Yuan, can I study the Wen Qing Ancient Scroll in detail?"
Ding Yuan smiled. "This thing is too exhausting. It may not be suitable for you. But if you want to study it, you can come here at any time. You should know that different people can comprehend different things from the same cultivation method. Haitang has also read this ancient scroll before and comprehended some things that belong to her. "
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