On the right side of the main street of the Zhiling Institute, there was an ordinary breakfast shop. Five people and five bowls of steaming hot noodle soup surrounded an old wooden table. Some people ate in full swing, while others seemed absent-minded.
"I say, is this okay?" Morin fiddled with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and stopped after a few mouthfuls. He said uneasily.
"Hmm?" Lu Ping, whose face was already half lowered, raised his head and looked at him.
"Do you know what our current identities are?" Morin said.
"What identities?" Lu Ping asked.
"The wanted criminals of the Xuan Army Empire!" Morin said.
"Aren't we already?" Lu Ping said.
"So … … Wouldn't it be disrespectful for us to sit here and eat noodle soup?" Morin said as he looked around. Although the rain had stopped, the streets were still deserted. He didn't discover anything, but his intuition told him that they were definitely being watched.
Lu Ping smiled. Of course he understood Morin's meaning. It wasn't like he hadn't been cautious before. A year ago, when he was on his way from Canyon Peak City to the North Style Academy, he was always on his guard. He rarely came to this city area and walked more in the wilderness. But things were different now. Lu Ping's strength had increased by leaps and bounds. He wasn't the type of cultivator that trained over a long period of time. He already had the peak strength, but he couldn't find a way to control it.
During his three years in Zhenfeng College, he found a way to exploit the loophole in the Ecstasy Soul Lock. To him, the most difficult step was already completed. The training afterwards wasn't as difficult. His strength increased like a flood. When he first entered the North Style Academy, he found it hard to deal with his four connected souls. But after a month, he could already fight against Lu Chenfeng with his five connected souls.
"I'm stronger now." Lu Ping said.
"What you said makes sense …" Morin was speechless. He hadn't come into contact with Lu Ping's honesty for a long time.
"But if that's the case, it will inevitably attract some trouble that could have been avoided." As Morin spoke, he looked left and right. There was no change. However, after the rain stopped, pedestrians gradually began to appear on the streets.
Morin withdrew his gaze and saw that Lu Ping was only eating his noodles seriously. He shook his head helplessly and began to eat his own bowl of noodles.
"How have you been this year?" Lu Ping asked. Previously, when the supervisor came out, he bumped into Morin and Fang Yizhu, then returned and left again. He hadn't had a chance to catch up.
"He's still doing his old job," Morin said.
"Old profession? Why didn't you go to the academy recommended by the dean? "Lu Ping said.
"I lost the recommendation letter." Morin was very depressed.
"In that case, out of the four of us, I was the only one to enter the Four Great Academies." Lu Ping said. The four of them had four letters of recommendation. Molin's letter had been lost, Sifan had been taken home, and Su Tangxian had learned that she had joined Nightingale in the end. She had given her letter of recommendation to Quyue Academy to Zhong Qian. Among the four of them, only Lu Ping had followed Guo Youdao's arrangements.
"So now you can be considered a famous teacher!" Morin said.
"And me." Fang Yizhu added.
"How did you two meet?" Lu Ping looked at the two and asked.
"I also want to know." Morin said unhappily.
"We were all looking for you. You were here, so we met here. This explanation is very reasonable, right?" Fang Yizhu said.
"You were the one who followed me from the North Style Academy, okay?" Morin was indignant.
"North Style Academy? You also went to the North Style Academy? "Lu Ping said.
"Eh, this question … …" Morin didn't know what kind of plan he had fallen into, but it was definitely not to give benefits to the North Style Academy. Lu Ping was now a student of the North Style Academy, so his purpose of going to the North Style Academy was a bit awkward. In the end, before he could think of what to say, Fang Yizhu already said: "I went to set a fire."
"It's a mission, a mission." Morin hurriedly said ambiguously. However, Lu Ping clearly didn't care about Morin's position and behavior. He only nodded and then looked at Fang Yizhu: "What happened to Big Dipper?"
When he heard the news brought by Chu Min, Lu Ping left on the spot. The North Style Academy's Seven Star Trials was supposed to be an earth-shattering storm, but it had yet to spread. The news seemed to have been kept a secret.
"Big Dipper's matter is very complicated, we will talk about it in detail when we have time." Fang Yizhu said.
"Then why did you come to find me?" Lu Ping asked.
"Zhenfeng College no longer exists, but I feel that you need to understand the meaning of its existence." Fang Yizhu said.
"Oh?" Lu Ping put down his chopsticks. Fang Yizhu's tone was very solemn. It was as if he was a completely different person from the Fang Yizhu that Lu Ping had interacted with before.
"Zhenfeng College was founded by Old Guo in 1925. At that time, he announced his identity to the public as a student of Black Tortoise Academy." Fang Yizhu said.
"Yes." Lu Ping nodded. This was Guo Youdao's public information, but now he knew that Guo Youdao's identity wasn't that simple. And Fang Yizhu seemed to want to uncover the information that Guo Youdao had always been hiding, and this was what Lu Ping had always wanted to know.
"Of course you already know that his identity isn't that simple. Just the four recommendation letters he gave you are enough to prove that he is not only a student of Black Tortoise Academy, but also a recognized student of Big Dipper, Southern Sky, and Lack Yue Academies." Fang Yizhu said.
"Yes, but he and Big Dipper … …"
"That's right, North Style Academy is his true origin. After he left North Style Academy, he mingled with the other three academies and obtained this identity. Black Tortoise Academy was the last of the four great academies he attended, and it became the identity he announced to the public after he established the academy. "Fang Yizhu said.
"What is his purpose in doing this?" Lu Ping asked. Not only him, but the others at the table were also curious.
Fang Yizhu unexpectedly stopped at this time. He looked at the others and didn't continue speaking.
"Inconvenient? Then you guys go back and talk in private. Eat noodles. "Chu Min said with a smile.
Ling Ziyan obediently lowered her head and continued eating her noodles. On the other hand, Morin's gaze was firmly fixed on the street.
"I'm afraid breakfast ends here." He said.
Everyone turned their heads in the direction of his gaze and saw that there was one more person walking straight on the street that had always been empty. After the five people's gazes gathered on him, he smiled and didn't hide anything. He walked straight over and stopped about three meters away from the table of people. He looked at the breakfast stall, then looked at the five people's bowls of hot soup in front of them. He waved his hand at the owner of the breakfast stall and said, "Boss, give me a bowl of noodles like theirs."
"Alright," the boss answered and started to work on the medicine.
"Wait until I kill them, then I'll have a taste of their last meal before they die." The person said.
Clang … …
The owner, who had just lifted the lid, immediately dropped it to the ground when he heard this. He froze on the spot.
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