I saw a bright light rushing into the air, turning into beautiful small characters:

"Brother Liang personally declares:

I heard that the chaos in the Antarctic Fairy Continent was pacified, and Brother Liang took the lead, and I was filled with admiration!

I also heard that Brother Liang had broken through the sword's core with his cultivation in the Tribulation Realm. He was truly magnificent and rare in ancient times and modern times, so he couldn't help but yearn for it.

Looking at today's world, the way of swordsmanship is weakened and its inheritance is cut off. Even those with outstanding talents can hardly make progress.

Fortunately, Dongyun Lingzhou is the ancestral home of swordsmanship. Why don’t fellow Taoists come here?

Among the four courtyards of the Confucian League, one is called the Cangjian Academy, which was established for sword cultivators. It gathers people from all over the world who practice hard to teach the subtleties of swordsmanship.

However, it is difficult to find a good teacher, so I will not avoid being abrupt and write this letter to Your Excellency. I sincerely invite you to come to our academy and be your guest teacher. I will thank you with great courtesy.

I hope your Excellency will not give up, and we will study the subtleties of swordsmanship together. I will serve you here and look forward to Yuyin.

Yours sincerely, Luo Qing."

Liang Yan did not shy away from Wu Ci. After the two of them read the letter, they realized that it was actually an invitation letter.

According to the content of the letter, there is a sword cultivating sect in Dongyun Lingzhou called "Cangjian Academy", and Luo Qing wants to invite Liang Yan to become a guest teacher at the Cangjian Academy.

The letter stated that if Liang Yan agreed, he would receive generous gifts.

After Wu Ci read it, he frowned and said thoughtfully: "City Lord, who is this 'Luo Qing'? Can you believe his words?"

Liang Yan thought for a while and replied: "Luo Qing is not from our Antarctic Fairy Continent, but he also participated in the war between the North and the South, but the purpose is unknown. I am afraid that he is no longer on this continent now."

"A foreign monk... With all due respect, the city lord must be careful and don't trust this person's words easily."

Liang Yan nodded and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I have my own judgment in my heart."

"That's good..." Wu Ci smiled and said: "With the wisdom of the city lord, I don't need to worry too much. I hope the city lord can take a further step on the road of swordsmanship. In the future, my Wushuang City will also have a huge backer!"

After saying that, he bowed to Liang Yan and then turned around and left Lingyun Palace.

After he left, Liang Yan pondered on the spot.

"I have fought against Luo Qing more than once. He is not a swordsman, so why would he help the 'Hidden Sword Academy' to recruit me?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan suddenly recalled Xiao Kunlun's words.

Dongyun Lingzhou is very different from Antarctic Xianzhou. There are no multi-polar forces like seven mountains and twelve cities. There are only two major forces, Taoism and Confucianism.

"The letter mentioned the "Confucian League". Could it be that the Hidden Sword Academy is a sect of the Confucian League, and Luo Qing is also a member of the Confucian League. In addition, he and I have some connection, so he wrote the letter?"

Liang Yan quickly sorted through the information and came up with this conjecture.

At present, this should be the most likely speculation.

"Interesting... I was just about to leave, and the letter over there has already arrived. There must be some reason behind this."

Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and thought secretly: "I must go to Dongyun Lingzhou, but as Wu Ci said, this person's words cannot be taken lightly. As for the purpose of this 'Sword Hidden Academy', I'm afraid it will be more

Only after arriving in Dongyun Lingzhou can we slowly understand..."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan put the letter away, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and turned into a ray of light and galloped away.

…

Three months later, in an unknown valley in Antarctica.

Liang Yan pressed down to escape the light and slowly fell down.

This valley is surrounded by layers of clouds and mist, surrounded by rolling green mountains, shaded trees, waterfalls and flowing springs. It is truly a paradise.

Liang Yan walked slowly along the valley path. The fog in the valley seemed to have spirituality. It spontaneously separated to both sides, making the whole journey unimpeded.

After a while, the fog cleared in front, and a simple thatched house appeared.

There is a vegetable garden in front of the hut, which is full of vitality in the sunshine. Next to it is a stream, with gurgling water and shining silver light.

An old man was leaning on a recliner, his face covered by a straw hat. There was a green cow tied next to him, lying lazily on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Before Liang Yan got close, the old man yawned.

"There are always people coming uninvited. I can't wait for a few years of leisure."

After saying that, he turned over and turned his back to Liang Yan.

Liang Yan said with a smile: "Senior Ning, how can you say such heartless words? You and I have been friends for many years, can't we even get a cup of tea?"

Although his strength is no longer what it used to be, he still refers to the person in front of him as a "senior".

"Hmph! You're a cunning kid. You didn't come here to drink tea. You probably have other agendas!" The old man exposed him unceremoniously.

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "Of course I can't hide my thoughts from senior."

"well."

The old man sighed, turned over and sat up. With a flick of his hand, there was a stone table in front of him.
Chapter completed!