Looking at the Big Black Horse galloping away, many herdsmen and palace soldiers chased after it excitedly. The students of the Revelation Institute remained silent on the meadow. Many of them had already guessed Ning Que's true identity. Thinking of the matter that had been the talk of the cultivation world since spring, they could not help but worry about Princess Chen Jia's feelings.
Princess Chenjia's fiancé was Prince Long Qing. The God-like man's life had been smooth sailing. Neither the Elders of the Lanke Temple nor the Headmaster of the Revelation Institute could break his perfect exterior and exterior. He had only lost once in the Academy in the south of Chang 'an. Although not many people knew what had happened that time, a loss was a loss.
Today was probably the first time Lu Chenjia had seen the man who had defeated her fiancé. The students of the Revelation Institute were worried that she would be upset. They did not dare to look at her in case she felt embarrassed or angry. They could only lower their heads and pretend to look at the ground of the Wilderness.
There were seven-petal blue lotuses scattered on the meadow. It was a mess. Lu Chenjia's beautiful face did not show any embarrassment, but her usually calm heart was in a mess.
She took out an expensive silk handkerchief from the snow saddle and walked to the broken flower pots. She carefully wrapped the blue lotuses that were about to wither and turn black from the cold wind. Then, she carried it in her arms and mounted the horse, walking towards her tent.
A disciple of the Revelation Institute behind her mustered up the courage to remind her. "Your Highness, the Divine Hall has called for a meeting today to summarize the matters of the frontier fortress for the past few months. We also need to discuss the plan to deal with the Desolate Man next year. This is a serious matter. You should go and take a look."
Lu Chenjia lifted the reins lightly. She did not care about the voice behind her, nor did she care about the meeting called for by the Divine Hall. She only looked at the Big Black Horse in the distance, thinking about many things.
When the news of the opening of the Second floor of the Academy spread in spring, she had been silently paying attention and praying. She hoped that her partner would get what he wanted and enter the back of the mountain to become the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. However, she did not expect such a proud, confident, and powerful man who seemed to never be defeated to actually … be defeated.
After that, Prince Long Qing returned to West-Hill. Although the two had never discussed the matter of the Second floor of the Academy, she could clearly feel that the current Long Qing was slightly different from before. He was still proud and confident, radiating a dazzling brilliance, but there was something unnatural in that pride and confidence, and there was a very faint shadow in the brilliance.
Lu Chenjia knew how all of this had happened. It was all because of Ning Que.
Failure was not terrible. For people like Prince Long Qing and her, they had accurately understood the relationship between failure and success when they first learned cultivation at a very young age. However, Long Qing's state was profound and his Taoist Heart was clear. He was only one step away from entering the Knowing Destiny State. Ning Que, on the other hand, had just learned cultivation. His strength was weak and his state was shallow. One could imagine the blow to a cultivator's state of mind if he failed on such a basis.
When it came to love, one would be happy because of the other person's happiness and sadness, and forget about the happiness and sadness of the outside world. As for the person who had defeated Long Qing and entered the back of the mountain of the Academy, she certainly did not like him and even felt enmity towards him. If not for the fact that Long Qing had to remove the barrier of his Taoist Heart himself, she might have even secretly gone to Chang 'an and humiliated him.
Other than enmity and dislike, she could not help but be curious. No one, including her, would think that the Headmaster of the Academy would be biased when choosing a disciple, and that the Academy would use any shameful tricks. Then, why did the person called Ning Que gain more attention than Long Qing? What kind of person was that person?
She had finally seen that person today, and she also knew what kind of person he was.
She believed that she would never forget Ning Que's despicable look when he threw the flowers and taunted her. Because of this, her memories of the Academy became unforgettable. She was ashamed and angry, but also emotional.
Holding the reins tightly, the Flower Addict looked at the big black horse that was about to enter the meeting tent of the Divine Hall. She thought silently and doubtfully, would the disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy all be as shameless as this person?
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The countries in the Central Plains were ordered by the Divine Hall to help the Yan Kingdom against the barbarians. The Tang Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom were located in the north, so they sent a large number of cavalries, while the other countries and sects sent their young cultivators to obey the order. Now that the Coalition Army and the palace had reached an agreement, the forces of all countries would naturally gather together to discuss what to do in the future. The convener was undoubtedly the Divine Hall.
The Left King's Palace had spent a lot of manpower and resources to set up a very large meeting tent for the bigwigs of the Divine Hall, showing their sincerity. The tent had a radius of a hundred paces and was made of bamboo and wood. The tent was bright and spacious, and even if it could accommodate more than a hundred people, it would not seem crowded.
The Priest of the Revelation Department of the Divine Hall was the most distinguished person present, so he naturally sat in the middle. Shu Cheng, the general of the Tang Empire, sat close to his right, while the seat on his left was empty.
The generals of the Yan Kingdom, the disciples of the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom, the monks of the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom, and the disciples of the small vassal countries and sects sat below according to their respective seats. The seats of the students of the Revelation Institute were still empty. Mo Shanshan, the Calligraphy Addict, and the disciples of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom had already sat opposite those empty seats.
The seats of the disciples of the Black Ink Garden were close to the camp of the Tang Empire, which was higher than that of the South Jin Kingdom and Yuelun Kingdom. Originally, the Great River Kingdom was weak and should not be treated with such courtesy. However, Mo Shanshan was too famous for the Calligraphy Addict. Except for a few people in the tent, no one was qualified to sit above her, so the Divine Hall made this arrangement.
The discussion had not yet entered the main topic when an old woman with white hair and wrinkled skin, wearing a beggar-like garment, walked in slowly with a cane in her hand, coughing from time to time.
The Priest of the Revelation Department bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, aunt."
Everyone in the tent, including General Shu Cheng of the Tang Empire, stood up and saluted the old woman. This old woman was the sister of the King of the Yuelun Kingdom. Although she had given up the title of Eldest Princess because she had become a nun for cultivation, she still had the powerful forces of the Buddhism Sect hidden behind her. Neither the Divine Hall nor the Tang Empire would slight her.
Mo Shanshan did not stand up. She quietly looked at the hem of her white dress, as if she had found some unpleasant dirt there. She did not stand up, so the disciples of the Black Ink Garden behind her naturally did not stand up to salute her. On the contrary, the young girls knew that this old woman was on the meadow that day, so they could not help but show some hatred in their eyes.
Everyone was drunk and I was the only one awake. The one who was awake would be the odd one out. Everyone got up and I sat quietly. The one who sat would be the odd one out. Everyone in the courtyard greeted him and bowed like waves, highlighting the Great River Kingdom girls who were sitting quietly. The greetings in the tent gradually quieted down. The atmosphere suddenly became silent and awkward.
Aunt Quni Madi glanced at the young girls coldly. Looking at these girls who were still fresh and lovely after being blown by the wind and sand of the Wilderness for several months, she felt unhappy. Because of their disrespectful and even hostile eyes, she was even angrier. She sat down beside the Priest of the Revelation Department and said in a gloomy tone before anyone spoke, "The tribes of the Wilderness of the North are inseparable from the Devil's Doctrine. No one knows how many evil remnants of the Devil's Doctrine are hiding among the Desolate Men. Killing the evil is something that we of the Righteous must do, so it is not hard to say. However, to deal with the Desolate Men, the first thing is to unite within the Righteous Sects and strengthen our own abilities."
The old woman looked at the young disciples in the tent and said coldly, "In the past few months of fighting, you young juniors have performed well, but some people have done things in a mess. As a result, they have created a situation that is difficult to clean up and almost ruined the Divine Hall's plan. I think regardless of punishment, you must first learn to reflect on yourself."
At this time, most of the people in the tent already knew that the disciples of Black Ink Garden had escorted the provisions here and were ambushed by the Horse Gang. They thought that Aunt Quni's words should be referring to this matter. They did not know how the Calligraphy Addict and the disciples of Black Ink Garden would explain it.
As expected, Quni Madi's deep-set eyes overflowed with disdain and anger. She said coldly, "In order to repair the wilderness, the Divine Hall decided to send provisions to assist the palace. Now that the provisions have been destroyed, although Chanyu did not say anything and there is no problem with the peace talks, someone has to be responsible for this in the name of Haotian."
Hearing this virtuous and respected aunt speak out directly, the crowd could not help but fall silent. Only the sound of long and short breaths could be heard faintly. Many people looked at Mo Shanshan who had been sitting quietly.
Hearing this, the Priest of the Revelation Department smiled slightly. He knew that the old woman did not like the Black Ink Garden for some reason and wanted to make a fuss. However, before leaving, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had told him that the Calligraphy Addict, Mo Shanshan, was too lonely. If he wanted her to become the pillar of the Divine Hall in the future, she still needed to be polished. So he did not say anything.
General Shu Cheng came from Chang 'an City and did not care about the internal affairs of the Divine Hall. However, the Empire and the Great River Kingdom had always been on good terms. At this time, seeing Quni Madi oppressing the girls of the Great River Kingdom, he was a little displeased. He frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?"
The Priest of the Revelation Department was a man with white hair and beard, but he still looked very young. After thinking for a while, he said gently, "Chen Bachi, the commander of the Papal Guardians of the Judicial Department, personally experienced this matter. Let him tell you."
These words seemed ordinary and casual, but in fact, it was extremely clever. The Papal Guardians of the Divine Hall were under the command of the two Priests of the Judicial Department, and had nothing to do with the Revelation Department. He let the commander come to explain. No matter what the result of the dispute would be, the Revelation Department could still stay out of it and maintain a detached and fair position.
Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, looked at the crowd with a solemn face and said, "… That day, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden were timid and afraid to fight, and let the Horse Gang break into the camp. The soldiers and civilians of the Yan Kingdom suffered heavy casualties. I saw that things were not right, so I led the troops to take the risk and launch a surprise attack to break the siege of the Horse Gang …"
The disciples of the Black Ink Garden looked at each other and felt cold all over. Their clenched fists trembled slightly. They had lived in Mogan Mountain since childhood. How could they know that there was such a shameless person in the world?
Cat Girl rushed out with a red face and shouted angrily at the commander of the cavalrymen, "Chen Bachi, you are shameless!"
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