When Xia Sheng walked out of the door and came to the courtyard, it was almost dawn.

Surprisingly, even after the busyness and running around, Xia Sheng could not see any fatigue in his eyes, but instead was full of energy.

For him, this spring exam competition has ended.

From the moment he arrived at Sunset Valley, Murong Wangui and Tianxingyuan had no chance again.

Therefore, the worries in Xia Sheng's heart returned to Wei Qiuyue.

Dean Wei has been away from Sunset Valley for two days. Where has she been? Has the battle with Professor Tao Zhiqian decided to win or lose?

When will she be back?

Xia Sheng had no idea about this, so he could only choose to continue waiting blindly.

But it was at this time that he welcomed an old man who was also unable to sleep at night.

"Young Master Xia."

Xia Sheng turned his head and frowned slightly when he heard the sound.

Because this old man looks very handsome.

After a brief memory, Xia Sheng finally remembered that he seemed to have seen the other party sitting on the main stage during the personal battle in the spring exam yesterday.

Unfortunately, it was just a glance, so Xia Sheng did not leave too deep impression on the old man, and he didn't even know who the other party was. I think it should be an elder in Sunset Valley or something?

Out of politeness, Xia Sheng bowed to the old man and said suspiciously: "I don't know if you are..."

The old man showed a loving smile on his face and walked slowly to Xia Sheng, saying with a smile: "Young Master Xia may not know me, but I must have heard of the National Church?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Sheng was slightly stunned.

National Education College?

Of course Xia Sheng has heard of it.

Not to mention that the Spring and Autumn Academy where he is now is only thirty miles away from the National Church, more importantly, the National Church was built five hundred years ago, while Xia Sheng was one person and one person above ten thousand people five hundred years ago. Therefore, he not only heard of the National Church, but also knew the first pope of the National Church!

That's really a long-lost name.

It is an existence engraved in the same historical book as Ying Tianwu, Wang Wu, Xu Bei, Mu Chenyi, and Xu Bei.

Xiao Yuanshan.

But what made Xia Sheng a little puzzled was that Xiao Yuanshan was also listed as one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. He was also killed by Emperor Taizu five hundred years ago. Why did the National Church he ruled remain today?

Xia Sheng couldn't find anyone to ask this question, and perhaps the final answer would be the same as the survival of Shantang.

So, there is no need to ask again.

After hearing that the old man was from the National Church, a kind smile immediately appeared on Xia Sheng's face, holding his hand and bowing, "I have seen an adult, I don't know what he calls him?"

The old man nodded with relief and replied: "I am the Contemporary Supervision Institute of the State Education College. If Mr. Xia doesn't dislike me, you can call me Mr. Huang."

"It turns out to be Mr. Huang. Please forgive me for being a clumsy before, but I was really disrespectful." Xia Sheng was not pretentious and immediately bowed respectfully.

Mr. Huang smiled and said, "Young Master Xia, don't worry. Nowadays, people still know what the National Church does. I bet that in this Sunset Valley, the people who know my husband's name will not exceed the number of five fingers."

Xia Sheng couldn't help but be amused by Huang Lao's teasing, and also smiled and said, "Is it because of this that Mr. Huang was so worried that he couldn't sleep?"

But I never thought that this time, Mr. Huang gave an unexpected answer.

"No, I have been waiting for Mr. Xia here for a long time."

"Oh?" Xia Sheng looked slightly stunned and asked immediately, "But he doesn't know what's going on?"

The smile on Mr. Huang's face became more kinder. Looking at Xia Sheng's eyes seemed to be looking at his own child, muttering: "In fact, I had heard of Mr. Xia's name a long time ago. I originally thought that this spring exam would miss Mr. Xia. I felt sorry, but I never thought that it was my honor to be able to see Mr. Xia's true face on the last day."

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "Huang Lao praised it..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Sheng's eyes fell inadvertently into Huang Lao's palm, so his eyes subconsciously narrowed slightly. It was not until this time that he finally understood the profound meaning of Huang Lao's previous words.

Unfortunately, Mr. Huang did not notice Xia Sheng's abnormality and continued to say: "This is not a ridiculous praise, but a fact. Since ancient times, geniuses have produced young men, but to be honest, Mr. Xia is probably the most talented person I have ever seen in these years."

Xia Sheng quickly put away the sharpness in his eyes, raised his head again, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "Old Huang said this, it really hurt me. Could it be that Mr Huang was waiting for me here to praise me in person?"

Mr. Huang raised his hand and patted Xia Sheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We are all old, and the world belongs to you young people after all, so I often think that if a person as amazing and beautiful as Mr. Xia can be appreciated by the Ye family, Qin family, Chunqiu Academy, and even His Majesty, what attitude should he have towards our National Church?"

Xia Sheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this question what Mr. Huang wants to ask, or is it the Pope?"

“Is there any difference?”

“Of course there is.”

"Okay, okay..." Old Huang smiled bitterly and sighed: "It was indeed the Pope who asked me to ask."

So Xia Sheng smiled: "Why don't you know what kind of answer Mr. Huang hopes to get from me?"

Mr. Huang shook his head: "I said before that for you young people nowadays, you may not know what the meaning of the National Church is, but I think that it will not take too long for the National Church to be the name of the National Church to be resounding in the hearts of every Dajin citizen. People say that adding icing on the cake is worse than giving timely help. What does Mr. Xia think?"

Since he had already said this, Xia Sheng stopped going around the circle and asked bluntly: "Does Mr. Huang want me to join the National Education Academy? But I am a teacher at the Chunqiu Academy after all..."

Before Xia Sheng finished speaking, Mr. Huang interrupted him and said, "These two do not conflict. You must know that even if you are discharged from the hospital, Bai Qiu, you are still in the school of the school."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Sheng seemed a little surprised because it was not consistent with the regulations of the National Education College formulated by him and Xiao Yuanshan five hundred years ago, but he did not ask, but nodded with a smile.

"Since that's the case, I naturally have no choice but to do so."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Old Huang smiled and said three good words in succession. Obviously, he didn't expect that things would go so smoothly, so he immediately spoke again: "Since that's the case, when Mr. Xia returns to the capital, we will complete the procedures."

Xia Sheng nodded with a smile: "It seems that after this, I will rely more on Mr. Huang's care."

"It's easy to say. It's easy to say!" Mr. Huang smiled like a child and said repeatedly: "I can't guarantee other husbands, but there is one thing that if anyone dares to disrespect you in the National Church in the future, he will be disrespectful to me!"

After saying that, the two of them exchanged a few more greetings. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Mr. Huang said goodbye to Xia Sheng and walked slowly away.

As a very important and fair verdict in this spring exam, Huang Lao was invited by Sunset Valley this time, but his real work was over after yesterday's personal battle. Today's team battle does not require lottery draws, and it is impossible to hand it over to him. So after saying goodbye to Xia Sheng, Huang Lao took advantage of the last night to return to his residence.

A smile of surprise flashed on his face, but his eyes seemed a little urgent.

Old Huang walked into the house without a moment of rest. He sat directly at the table, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and started writing quickly.

In a vague way, you can see Xia Sheng's name and eight large characters with thick ink and colorful colors.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is not available!

Soon after, a letter was completed. Mr. Huang picked up the letter paper with great caution and checked it twice. After confirming it, he carefully folded it up and then held the letter paper in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, a sharp light suddenly burst out from Huang Lao's fingers, neither martial arts nor spiritual intentions, but an extremely luxurious layer of precious light!

The jade ring from Huang Lao’s index finger.

After a while, Old Huang raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat beads between his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and the letter paper in his palm had completely disappeared.

At the same time, Xia Sheng stood in the courtyard, his eyes still stayed in the night when Huang Lao left, and there was no sadness and joy on his face. Facing the cold autumn wind, it seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture that had been stormy for a long time.

Xia Sheng stood there for half a stick of incense sticks, then smiled bitterly and sighed: "Meng Qi, come out."

In an instant, the storm in the courtyard became louder, and then a black dress appeared next to Xia Sheng without warning, lowered his head slightly, and called out: "Mr.

Xia Sheng sighed softly: "You, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Meng Qi still lowered his head and murmured: "I am worried about my benefactor's safety."

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "What danger can I have in this Sunset Valley? But I want to know, if the old man suddenly attacked me just now, would you help me?"

Meng Qi did not answer.

So Xia Sheng spoke again: "What do you think about the affairs of the National Education College?"

Meng Qi hesitated for a moment and replied: "I... don't understand such things."

The smile on Xia Sheng's face slowly disappeared and he sighed, "How come you don't understand? Have your teacher never taught you?"

Meng Qi fell into silence again.

After a while, she whispered: "How did you see that benefactor...?"

Xia Sheng shook his head: "Although I have never been an assassin, you need to know that in my life, I don't know how many assassins have encountered assassins. So, I know very well what kind of person the assassin is, and I know what the assassin's hands are, and I have seen the Sufeng Blade in your hand."

After the words came, Xia Sheng suddenly turned his head, looked straight into Meng Qi's eyes, and asked word by word: "The rest is not important, but I want to know if it was deliberately arranged by your teacher when you first met me?"

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head neatly: "No."

"That's good." Xia Sheng nodded with a smile, then raised his hand and patted Meng Qi on the shoulder. Just as Mr. Huang had patted his shoulder before, he said to Meng Qi: "Okay, go back to sleep. Since I have promised your teacher to join the National Education Academy, I will not regret it."

Meng Qi's eyes seemed to have a trace of rare sadness, and he said in a deep voice: "My benefactor, don't you blame me..."

"What's your fault?" Xia Sheng asked back.

Meng Qi bit his lip gently, then said, "When I just arrived at Sunset Valley, I saw the teacher, but I didn't tell my benefactor."

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head: "Why should I blame you for this? After all, you don't have malice, which is enough, but if you want to use this to relieve some guilt, I hope you can honestly answer a question."

Meng Qi nodded at Xia Sheng.

"Do you have anything to do with Hetang?"

Meng Qi frowned slightly and replied truthfully: "I don't know."

Xia Sheng nodded and fell into long-term thinking again, and the scene immediately returned to absolute silence.

In fact, since Xia Sheng's journey, he has encountered all kinds of assassins and killers, although these people are not all targeted him.
To be continued...