Meng Tang's face looked ugly.

The situation in Wen Palace was now out of control, far beyond his imagination.

He didn't expect that there were so many forces against him within the Wen Palace.

"Junior Brother Mengtang, come to me!"

At this time, a voice reached Meng Tang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Tang trembled all over.

This is the voice of Emperor Yixiang, the master of the imperial palace.

"yes!"

He dared not violate it.

However, he had already guessed the purpose of Di Yixiang summoning him this time.

"Master Di Yixiang called me over."

he said.

"Is this going to remove you from your position as the Lord of Wen Palace?"

Meng Song and others' expressions changed.

Although they knew such a day would come, they didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"He may ask me to resign on my own initiative. In this way, my face and the face of the Imperial Palace and Wen Dian can be preserved."

Meng Tang said.

"Then the new Master of Wen Palace..." Meng Song stopped talking.

"Kill Yang Li as soon as possible and return with his head. You will still have a chance to compete for the position of the master of the Wen Palace of the Imperial Palace."

Meng Tang said.

After saying that, he went directly to the main hall of the Imperial Palace to see Di Yixiang.

...Although Ling Tianfan's true form was in the battleship room of the Chaos Battleship, his Dao thoughts were radiating out to read the inscriptions and classics on the stone tablets on various continents in the secret realm of the Wen Dao Sacred Scripture.

"Teacher! Meng Tang has resigned as the head of Wen Palace!"

Tian Linmeng and others came to see him in a hurry, with a hint of gloating in their voices as if they were watching a drama.

"Um."

Ling Tian nodded.

He wasn't surprised at all.

Because the literary fortune of the Imperial Palace and Wen Palace has been declining at an accelerated pace.

This is the general trend.

And what he did was just to integrate into the general trend, and then follow the direction of the general trend and add fuel to the flames a little bit.

"Teacher, why are you not excited at all?"

Yi Fengwei asked.

"What's so exciting?"

Ling Tianfan said calmly.

"The more turbulent the Imperial Palace and the Wen Palace become, the faster our side of the Taoist Confucian Academy will rise! Soon, the literary and Taoist orthodoxy in this chaotic world will be transferred to our side of the Imperial Palace and the Wen Palace."

Yi Fengwei looked forward to it with great anticipation.

"You guys, that's all you can do."

Ling Tianfan laughed.

"Teacher, you have great supernatural powers. Do you know who will be the next head of the Imperial Palace Wen Palace?"

Akira Fujikoko asked.

"Just wait quietly."

Ling Tianfan said.

...this day.

Ling Tianfan was making tea in the courtyard where he settled.

On the tea table, there are two teacups.

The difference between the iron tea pot and the ceramics used for making tea seems to be extremely ordinary worldly things.

“Good tea.”

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up the path.

Although he is dressed in cloth, he has a majestic appearance and an extraordinary appearance. Even the cloth cannot hide his nobility.

He didn't deliberately hide his noble aura.

Of course, he didn't hide his realm.

He is a half-step transcendent strong man.

When Ling Tianfan heard the sound, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man.

In this middle-aged man, Ling Tianfan saw a trace of Li Zaihua's former aura.

It's the kind that's just the last bit of fire away from being able to transcend.

You can transcend at any time.

Maybe it's because I'm not completely sure, so I still endure it.

Such a strong man is terrifying.

"Since it's good tea, why not sit down and have a drink?"

Ling Tianfan said.

The middle-aged man walked into the pavilion and saw two teacups on the stone table, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

His heart trembled: Did the other party already know that he was coming to visit?

"When I make tea, I always like to put a few extra teacups.

Because it’s so fragrant, people who smell the aroma of tea always want to come to my place to drink tea.”

Ling Tianfan smiled.

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully: "It is Yixiang's honor to come and drink Mr.'s tea."

The middle-aged man is none other than the Lord of the Imperial Palace, Di Yixiang! He came to Ling Tianfan this time mainly because he wanted to see who the man who disrupted the Imperial Palace and the literary fortune was.

When he saw him today, he just felt that the other person was returning to his original nature, and that he was bottomless and unpredictable.

"Palace Master, why are you so polite?"

Ling Tianfan also raised his hand and returned the gesture.

"There are only students here like the teacher asking for answers, and there is no palace master."

Di Yixiang said.

"There are only ordinary people here who make tea, and there are no teachers.

Why not have a drink first?

Let’s see how the tea art is.”

Ling Tianfan said.

As he spoke, he had already picked up the teapot that was burning hot with firewood and poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of Di Yixiang.

The tea was a little turbid with a few tea leaves.

He poured himself another glass.

However, the tea in his cup was crystal clear, and the tea leaves were as green as new.

Two cups of tea poured from the same teapot are in two completely different states.

Di Yixiang's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about the meaning.

"please!"

Ling Tianfan said with a smile.

Di Yixiang sat down.

Pick up the teacup.

Suddenly, he felt the tea cup being hot and stinging.

Of course, at his level, even the hellfire of the eighteenth level of hell would be unable to hurt his hand.
To be continued...