I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

"Really, people of this age still like to be strong..." Jiuyi pouted his mouth and gently medicamented Jiang Lin, his eyes filled with gentle blame.

"Young Master, please don't move, Mo Li can't take medicine anymore." Mo Li also hugged Jiang Lin's arm on his body.

The gentle and well-behaved Mo Li was also pouting his mouth now, and gave Jiang Lin a strange look.

Although Jiang Lin felt a little pain everywhere in his body, in comparison, the skirts in the courtyard next to him were much worse.

The Fangchao skirt was not only seriously injured, but also deliberately exerted force when applying the medicine. The Fangchao skirt was so painful and yelling, it was absolutely terrible...Even through a courtyard wall, you can hear it. .

Everything came from three days ago.

Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun each covered half of Longming Academy with their own sword realms, and then began to play in the library.

Jiang Lin kicked the club because of Mo Li. Although the scholars did not bully Mo Li, on the contrary, they prepared a residence for Mo Li, but because Mo Li was a woman, he refused to argue. How could this be tolerated?

On the contrary, this silly girl is still staying in Longming College, trying to impress with sincerity.

But Jiang Lin didn't care about that much, let's take a lesson first.

As for Fang Chaoqun, although Fang Min died in front of Longming Academy in that lifetime, Longming Academy never forced Fang Min to be strictly speaking, and at best ignored it.

On the contrary, it was an accident that Longming Academy actually let Fang Chaoqi go by a deadly academy like Fang Min after Fang Min exchanged his own life for his life.

But Fangzhao's skirt is definitely still uncomfortable. This uncomfortableness is a bit unreasonable, but when does Jian Xiu need to talk too much?

As a result, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun were naturally suffocated, and they had to get angry with the scholars of Longming Academy.

The scholars at Longming Academy are indeed very bloody, even in the Dongfu realm, they want to challenge Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqi.

Jiang Lin and Fang's skirts are naturally not rejected.

Jiang Lin and Fang had no killers either, but they also beat the scholars in Longming Academy for at least three or four months without thinking about getting out of bed.

In the end, from the Dongfu realm to the Yupu realm, almost all Confucian scholars were taught by Jiang Lin and Fang copying their skirts, and even Sikongtu, the dean of Longming Academy, was gone.

However, the dean was aiming at the room copy skirt.

It's very simple. Fangchao skirt has a breath. Isn't this dean gone?

The quasi-sage that Fang copied skirts killed at that time was his disciple.

As a result, the dean and Fang copied the skirt and lost both. Unfortunately, the dean was a bit older, and was finally won by Fang Fang. Now it is estimated that he is lying in bed to cultivate.

Three days later, Jiang Lin was hurt all over his body, but fortunately, he didn't hurt his roots at all.

But Fangzhao skirt is miserable. After the first battle of Skongtu, the whole person was like a mummy.

But what I didn't expect was that Longming Academy also took the initiative to send medicinal materials over, and didn't drive Jiang Lin and Fang away from their skirts, so that they could heal their injuries in the yard.

As if nothing happened, Longming Academy did not hold any account.

"Da da da..."

Just as Jiang Lin was being pulled by Jiu Yi and Mo Li to apply the medicine, the courtyard door was knocked.

Mo Li gently put down Jiang Lin's hand and walked out of the room to open the courtyard door.

"Miss Mo Li, is Young Master Jiang in?"

The visitor was Han Zhe, the wise man who received Jiang Lin, Jin Dan. He was the first to find Jiang Lin to fight that day, but he was beaten by one move. The young scholar from the Five Realms pushed.

Although he didn't seem to be pale and unscathed, he actually didn't dare to move when he was in a wheelchair, otherwise the ice cold sword energy would ravage his meridians and acupuncture points.

"I wonder what's the matter with Mr. Han?"

Han Zhe reluctantly said: "The Wutong Academy once said that Young Master Jiang is also a half-Confucian student. Two months later, Longming Academy will hold the annual Longming Debate. By then, all the great Confucian scholars from Longmingzhou will come. You can also participate if you have free time."

After all, after Han Zhe handed out an invitation, he asked his students to push himself away, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

After Han Zhe turned and left, Jiang Lin was already at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the direction he was leaving.

"Is the son going?"

Looking at Jiang Lin with bruises on his cheeks, Mo said in pain.

"It's not me, but you." Jiang Lin squeezed Mo Li's cheek.

"Mo away?" Mo Li blinked cutely.

"Yeah."

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at the sky, then let out a sigh of relief.

"In fact, many scholars at Longming Academy are really scholars to some extent."

...

Jiang Lin accepted the invitation of Longming Academy and stayed at Longming Academy to participate in Longming Debate.

And after that kick in the library, Zhongfeng in the academy suddenly lost a lot of figures. After all, they were all recuperating on the bed, and Jiang Lin and Fang's copy skirt were also relieved to recuperate.

One month later, Jiang Lin's injury was basically healed, and Fangchao's injury was also stable, at least it looked like a mummy without being wrapped.

On this day, Fang Chaoqun came to Jianglin courtyard early in the morning, saying that he would go to the grave, and asked Jiang Lin whether he would go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jiang Lin only then knew that thousands of years ago, that one threatened with Fang compassion. The quasi-sage of Longming Academy in Fangchao's skirt died on this day.

Jiang Lin naturally followed, but Jiang Lin didn't let Jiuyi and Mo Li follow, but wanted them to help cover up and don't let Mian Mi follow.

Walking on the mountain path, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun were already famous after that day. It can be said that the entire Longming Academy really did not know the two of them.

Especially the young ladies from the mortal dynasty, the eyes of Fang Chaoqun and Jiang Lin are all hot.

There was even a girl who ran away with the wretched look of Jiang Lin and Fang's skirt, but now she looks at them with a little shyness.

"Are you going to demolish his grave?" Jiang Lin asked.

Fang Chao's skirt whiten Jiang Lin's look: "Do you think I am like this kind of person?"

"A little bit."

"..."

After a little joke, the two came to a mountain with thin spiritual power.

There are no trails on this mountain, and no pavilions. At first glance, no one has lived in it and didn't want to develop it.

Pull away the thorns and branches, and then scare away a few green bamboo leaves.

The two Jiang Lin came to a small open area covered with leaves. In the center of the rebirth of the weeds, a simple tomb stood there.

In front of the tombstone, a thirty-year-old woman was holding a book in her hand and reading softly. Beside the woman, a man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, but the sun could penetrate his body and fall on the stone. On.