: Two hundred and five: clear the way

Tang Yuehua looked at the disheveled Yang Yi in front of him, and said, "I don't know who this son is, what can I do when I come to Yuexuan."
Yang Yi looked at Tang Yuehua in front of him and didn't say anything.
Yang Yi directly used his killer realm.
In an instant, a surging white light diffused quietly, and the white light was released from the Tyrannosaurus sword, but soon, the white light turned colorless.
Tang Yuehua was full of surprise at this time, not because Yang Yi's aura was shocked, but because what Yang Yi used at this time was something he was particularly familiar with.
Kill the field.
Yang Yi then put away his Killing God Realm directly, and then said to Tang Yuehua, "I have come to miss you to learn etiquette. I have never controlled my aura. I believe Pavilion Master Tang should know what I am."
Tang Yuehua said solemnly, "Why do you think I will teach you?"
Yang Yi smiled, walked to Tang Yuehua's side, and said a few words to Tang Yuehua's ear.
Tang Yuehua looked at Yang Yi in shock. After a few breaths, Tang Yuehua said to Yang Yi, "Okay, I promise to teach you, but you want to..."
"Happy cooperation."
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half year later. Tiandou City, Yuexuan.
The night of Heaven Dou City has always been beautiful, and this has a lot to do with highly developed commerce. As the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, only Star Luo City can barely match the entire Douluo Continent.
The beauty of Xingluo City mainly comes from the delicacy of the south, while Tiandou City is full of the magnificent atmosphere of the north, each occupying a winning field.
Elegant and calm lights shoot out from the small buildings of Yuexuan, and an endless stream of people enters it through invitations.
As the Tiandou Imperial Court Etiquette Academy, anyone who can enter Yuexuan to study must have at least the title of nobility and must be no more than thirty years old. Undoubtedly, this is where the new generation of nobles in the Tiandou Empire is cultivated.
Therefore, although Yuexuan itself is not a big deal, no power dared to reach out to it. Not even the royal family.
According to legend, Emperor Xue Ye and Yue Xuan's Mrs. Xuan Zhuyue had a special close relationship. Of course, this is just a rumor.
Tonight is the annual graduation ceremony.
Another group of students is about to graduate. Those invited are the parents and elders of these students. They are undoubtedly important figures in the capital of the Tiandou Empire.
You know, Yuexuan recruits only one hundred students each year. For this one hundred places, the nobles of the Tiandou Empire almost broke their heads. Everyone knows that a successful graduation from Yuexuan is equivalent to a layer of gold plating. The graduates here are known as true nobles.
Not to mention anything else, but in intermarriage between nobles, the stronger party often asks the weaker party whether the other party's children have been educated by Yuexuan. This shows that Yuexuan's influence in the upper echelons of the entire Tiandou Empire.
Of course, no one knew that Yue Xuan's Lady Xuan Zhuyue, who had no power to bind the chicken, turned out to be from the world's number one soul master sect.
The graduation ceremony was held on the third floor of Yuexuan. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries have already sat down in the arranged venue. They all hope to see how their children improve through Yuexuan's training.
As the master of Yuexuan, Tang Yuehua was still dressed in a silver palace costume, standing on the side of the hall with a smile on her face, and she nodded when her subordinates told her that everyone had arrived. The graduation ceremony officially begins.
A group of boys and girls dressed in silver began to enter through the doors on both sides. There were a hundred people, but it did not cause any noise in the hall. Everyone has the same graceful smile on their faces, and the pace of each other is so harmonious, between gestures, the touch of nobility does not give people a feeling of pride, but also makes people look at them.
At this moment, the door on one side of the hall opened, and a young man in white embraced a delicate and graceful golden harp and walked out slowly.
The clear purple eyes are clearly visible, and a long black hair draped over the shoulders does not make people feel rude. The whole person is like a show of Zhong Ling, who is handsome, noble and elegant.
But there is a special kind of tranquility. When he walked out of the side door, he became the focus of the audience almost instantly.
Even the previous graduate students who walked into the hall with elegant smiles could not help but cast a glare at him.
Especially among the female students, there is no lack of fascination.
The white youth award harp was placed on a set table, sitting on a special low stool, first smiled and nodded at the many guests, then slowly raised his slender hands and played it gently.
The elegant and pure tone was as clear as pearls and clear as the dew flowing from the exquisite golden harp, and the hall suddenly fell silent. The sound of the beautiful piano was refreshing. Like the beauty of the wonders gurgling from the fountain under the moonlight, it is filled with a poetic atmosphere.
Regardless of other things, just looking at his appearance, this white-clothed boy undoubtedly made all the students who are about to graduate in the audience look down upon him. His uncontested indifference is the most pleasing.
Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, listening to the beautiful piano sound, which of course sounded different from others in her ears. She was listening to see if the sound of the piano was really as calm as the boy in white.
Half a year, half a year has passed, he has indeed changed a lot. Perhaps this is his nature.
The boy who played the piano is Yang Yi. Compared with six months ago, Yang Yi has undergone earth-shaking changes at this time. That is a change in temperament. From him, no trace of murderous aura spread out. It is not that the murderous aura he experienced in the capital of suicide has disappeared, but the real inner meaning.
When Tang Yuehua gave Yang Yi the first class, she told him that a truly strong man must first learn to control everything about himself. Especially emotions and breath.
In the past six months, Yang Yi has undoubtedly done a good job, so good that even a demanding lady like Tang Yuehua can't spot a flaw. Others need a three-year course, he finished it in half a year, and he learned better than anyone else.
Although this is one of the conditions for Yang Yi and Tang Yuehua to cooperate, Tang Yuehua has to admit that Yang Yi is a genius.
It has always been Yuexuan's tradition to be able to perform harp performance on behalf of graduates. Only the most outstanding students of this year can receive this honor. Yang Yi was able to sit there not because he was a student of Tang Yuehua, but because of his own achievements.
The graduation ceremony is proceeding in accordance with the procedures in this elegant music. The dignitaries have begun to inquire about Yang Yi's origins. But no one can tell. Even their children, no one can tell where Yang Yi came from.
To other students, Yang Yi is like a mystery. When he first appeared here, no one was willing to approach him coldly, and no one was optimistic about his transfer student.
Although he looks handsome, but here is the imperial capital, are there few handsome people?
However, after a few months, everyone looked at him with different eyes. In the study of various etiquette and music, Yang Yi showed a learning ability far beyond ordinary people. Most notably, the faint coldness on his body gradually disappeared.
I just don't know why, he rarely communicates with others, much less speaks. Just learning silently.
Sitting in the audience, the most prominent among the nobles is a young man whose age seems to be at the intersection of youth and middle age. He is the prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.
This time, Xue Qinghe came for her sister's graduation ceremony.
As for his younger sister, she should have sat where Yang Yi is now.
But not long ago, my sister told him that the last person to play the harp had changed, but she didn't feel annoyed at all, because she admired the young man named Yang Yue convincingly and couldn't admit herself in every respect.
Xue Qinghe knew that his sister, as an imperial princess, had the favor of her father, and she always looked above the top. Rarely convince others. Even her eldest brother has no deterrent to her.
Sending her to Yuexuan to study was undoubtedly because she wanted to cultivate her younger sister's court etiquette. At the age of eighteen, it was time to get married.
He couldn't figure out why his arrogant sister would admire a person so much. Even when he mentioned that person, he showed a slight shyness.
When Xue Qinghe saw Yang Yi sitting there playing, he was also shocked. From the young man, he couldn't find any flaws.
Even more surprised is that the young man actually gave him a familiar feeling. Can't say why, not because of the breath, but a natural intuition.
After simply inquiring about the white-clothed young man from the surrounding nobles but did not get an answer, Xue Qinghe even more affirmed his determination to associate with this young man. Not for pleading with his sister yesterday, but for a talent who may become the future pillar of the empire.
Yang Yi was playing the harp quietly, his heart was quiet, just like the tranquility on the outside.
Half a year has passed, how could he have imagined that he would play a musical instrument in front of everyone today? When he first started to study with Yue Xuan, he was full of skepticism.
But when the time passed one month. Yang Yi discovered that although this path could indeed suppress his murderous aura, this path was still not suitable for him.
Cultivating in the city of killing is to train your mind. The same goes for Yuexuan.
When he gradually calmed down here, recalling everything that happened in the past two years and his entire growth process. He found that his spirit was so tired.
In the past six months, he got the best rest in his body and mind. Although he did not deliberately cultivate, everything he has learned over the years has gradually become integrated in this tranquility. Even the last line of defense of the Qijing Eight Meridians, the Governor Meridian, began to gradually loosen.
Fifty-seventh level, this is Yang Yi's spirit power level now.
In two years and eight months, he went from forty-six and seven to fifty-seven, an average of five per year. It sounded incomparable to his previous two years of training at Shrek Academy and the Northern Knights Academy. But in fact, after surpassing the forty level, how can the spirit power required for each level of promotion be comparable to before?
At the age of seventeen and fifty-seven, Yang Yi had undoubtedly surpassed the golden generation of Wuhun Hall by a large margin. The most important thing is that now he is no longer Yang Yi who has various skills and needs to control.
Instead, he combined all his abilities into one, and took the most critical step towards becoming a strong Yang Yi.
From Yuexuan's undisguised appreciation in his eyes in recent months, Yang Yi knew that he was about to leave here. Only when he thought of going to see the various fierce beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, his calm heart would have ripples.
For the unknown truth, he has been waiting for too long. Although he has some guesses, how can he be sure without telling it from his father?
Yang Yi knew that he had a long, long way to go in the future, but this half a year at Yuexuan was undoubtedly a transit point in his life. He has crossed his teenage years, his seventeenth birthday is approaching, and he has grown up.
The graduation ceremony ended smoothly, and every student received his graduation certificate from the master of the hall, Tang Yuehua, and threw himself into the arms of their loved ones happily.
When Tang Yuehua completed all this, Yang Yi's task today was also considered complete. She walked to Yang Yi's side and said, "Today's performance is good, the outside is the same."
Yang Yi smiled slightly and stroked the strings lightly to make the last trace of rhyme drift away, "Thank you."
At this moment, a clear voice sounded, "Aunt Yuehua, can you introduce me to it?"
Tang Yuehua looked back, and saw Prince Xue Qinghe, who was dressed in casual clothes, walked over with the elegant and generous student Xue Ke who had just graduated.
Of course she had known Xue Ke's identity a long time ago, and most of the students also knew it, and she saw Xue Ke's difference to Yang Yi. Even if Yang Yi took her original performance rights, the princess was not dissatisfied.
"His Royal Highness." Tang Yuehua saluted slightly.
Xue Qinghe hurriedly returned the gift, "Aunt Yuehua, what are you doing? The younger generation can't afford it."
Tang Yuehua laughed and said: "Don't always call me aunts and aunts, I am the youngest?"
Xue Ke said playfully: "Of course the teacher is not old, you are like my sister."
Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "You girl can talk." As she said, she gave up half of her position slightly, so that the Xue Qinghe brothers and sisters could clearly see Yang Yi, "I will introduce you to you. This is mine. Student Yang Yue."
Hearing the word nephew, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but flash in his eyes, Yang Yi had been quietly observing the Prince who had made a good impression on him.
Yang Yi looked at the prince in front of him with a smile on his lips.
Yang Yi thought to himself,
Xue Qinghe, it’s not right. Qian Renxue should take a few years to act, and now it should take a few years to act. I have to prepare for these years. The threat of the Russian beast also faces the threat of the Spirit Hall. It seems that we need to strengthen the improvement of strength."
"Yang Yue, this is His Royal Highness Xue Qinghe, the prince of the Dou Empire today." Tang Yuehua also introduced Yang Yi.
Yang Yi smiled and bowed slightly to Xue Qinghe, "Hello, Your Royal Highness." To Xue Ke beside Xue Qinghe, he also smiled and nodded as a greeting. After all, the two are classmates and don't need to be polite.
Yang Yi thought to himself, "It's time to start."