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Just like it is now.

When new students are enrolled, new students have the yearning and expectation of new students, and old students also have the position and perspective of old students.

In this autumn day when Bodhi is strong, who knows who will walk with whom after a long time, and who will become enemies with whom. Who squeezed out the celebrities on the admission list and replaced them with more dazzling Tianjiao. Who has gone from obscurity to perseverance step by step to shine.

These are unknowable.

For new students, the days of the college are full of curiosity and freshness.

However, at this time, the senior brothers and sisters will say that your fellow villagers when you entered the school will inadvertently go down a fork in the road with you, and at first you will see each other less and less, and gradually become strangers, and finally you will become strangers, because you are not in the same practice. And the strangers you meet in a garden around a corner will slowly come into your sight, and then the encounter becomes the same road, and finally the same return.

All encounters and accidents are fate.

And fate is the need to operate.

The beauty that was once lost is the truest advice for the old students.

Ultimately, this advice needs to be experienced for oneself.

What the old students can convey is the dark culture that has been passed down from generation to generation in the academy.

For example, what Senior Brother Xiao said in the academy was bullying new students.

Senior Brother Xiao's name is Xiao Lingtong, he is a delicate person, good at collecting information on various disciplines in the academy, and is a veritable representative of the academy-level Tianji Building. So these brothers and sisters of the same year affectionately gave him a nickname: PHS.

"According to the previous process, the new students will be baptized by the Bodhi star under the Bodhi tree, and the Bodhi Zi will be selected as an identity token, and then taken by the Tsing Yi teacher to Zizhuxuan for the six-character door division. ”

Xiao Lingtong recalled the rules of the previous academy and said: "And the Taoist master in the six-character sect usually does not appear when the door is divided, that is to say, the person who is responsible for receiving new students, in addition to the six Tsing Yi teachings, is the senior brothers and sisters of the previous years. At this time, the college will not prohibit some exchanges between new and old students. ”

Xiao Lingtong had a sly smile on his face.

"What do you think?"

In the inner courtyard of the academy, behind the gate of the garden with the number seventeen, several figures sit on the ground, surrounded by peach blossoms blown down by the autumn wind.

"I heard that among the freshmen of this class, the so-called first Shaojiang Manlou of the family is among them. And on the first day of the entrance examination of the college, he summoned all the leaders among the freshmen to form ten sons, and wanted to let the seventeen spiegels have a big reshuffle after entering the college. Xiao Lingtong looked at several colleagues around him with a smile and said.

"Is this prepared? No, this is obviously not taking my Spiegel Gatekeeper seriously!" Xiao Lingtong's expression suddenly became serious.

"It's just a small fight among the freshmen, is it so serious?" said the comrade.

What Xiao Lingtong's personality is on weekdays, as a brother of the ten sons, he naturally knows it very well. It's rare to see this guy's serious expression today, and to be honest, a few fellow brothers are really a little surprised.

The Gatekeeper of Spiegel Terrace, this title has not been mentioned for them for a long time.

Six words echoed in my ears, there was a strangeness, a nostalgia.

Since the last time, under the leadership of that perverted guy, the Spiegel Terrace was completely reshuffled, and the seventeen Spiegel Terraces in the inner courtyard of the academy have not been updated.

This status quo has been maintained until now, and it seems that the students in the academy have forgotten the rules of survival of Spiegel, not to mention the unprecedented idea of taking the initiative to challenge the new students.

The ancients were born in sorrow and died in peace.

The seventeen mirror platforms of the academy undoubtedly represent the strength of the students of the academy, and among the seventeen courtyards of the academy, competition is happening all the time. But since that time, everything has suddenly been like a storm, and there has been silence.

And the ranking of the Seventeen Falling Spiegel is also extremely solid, and it has never been updated.

Xiao Lingtong's team of ten sons is one of the seventeenth of the seventeen Spiegel Terraces in the inner courtyard of the Academy, and is known as the door god of the Spiegel Terrace.

There were many defeats, but they never lost among the students of the outer court who tried to replace them.

"The title of the door god, it's really been a long time!"

......

Under the Bodhi tree, a new figure wears a Bodhi seed, listens to the entrance teachings, and bathes in the baptism of the Bodhi star.

They didn't know that in the inner courtyard of the academy, the senior brothers and sisters on the seventeen mirror platforms, although their minds were empty on the surface, they had actually faintly reached a common contemplation.

There are no impermeable walls.

What's more, Jiang Manlou formed the Ten Sons of Comrades, and there was such a big movement that night, this wall had already been blown into the mountains by the west wind, and it blew into the ears of the senior brothers and sisters in the academy who didn't listen to what was going on outside the window.

As Xiao Lingtong said, the seventeen seats of the Spiegel Terrace have not changed for too long.

This kind of cultivation is boring.

They need fresh blood to make up for the competition.

So the seventeen Spiegels decided to strike first.

They acquiesced in the provocation of the Door Gods against the new students. In the near future, in Zizhuxuan, at that time, there will be many students from the academy watching.

They don't have the slightest concept of underestimating the enemy, because among the new students, the name of Jiang Manlou, the name of Jun Zeyu, and many children of families with deep backgrounds are among them.

Although they are young, they are congenitally gifted, and it is not a lie to change the pattern of the college in the future.

The most important point is that after three sessions and nine years, the withered but never declining Sichuan Zimen is rumored to have recruited a student again.

In the inner courtyard of the academy, all the senior brothers and sisters knew that the last time the seventeen-seat reshuffle of the Spiegel Terrace happened in the hands of that perverted guy.

It's a coincidence.

That person is also a student of Chuanzimen.

Nine years ago, he was the only student recruited by Chuanzimen.

Now, Chuanzimen has recruited the only student.

He was the madman's junior brother.

Although they have never met, they have never heard of it.

But the seventeen mirror towers in the inner courtyard all deeply understand that history seems to be repeating itself.

Because every Sichuan students are destined to become leaders in the same class.

This is the stereotype written by Bodhi Academy with a history of thousands of years.

This time, no one will believe that there will be exceptions.

......

A confrontation chosen by fate will come sooner rather than later.

The characters who rewrite history are auspicious clouds born in response to heaven after all.

Many years later, Luo Changfeng looked back on the new page opened by the academy, and it was still unbelievable.

He couldn't figure out what role fate had arranged for them, and what kind of mentality should they use to play it?

The wolf fire is smoking, and the day is upside down.

The world is like chess, and life and death are everywhere.

The power of a son, talk about the rain and clouds.