The night was late.

On the snow-white wall hangs a small cartoon wall clock, the hands of which walk with a slight ticking sound.

At this point, the hour hand is already in the position between three and four.

Xiaojing sat cross-legged on the big bed of the Qianqiu Hotel, her eyes closed and her expression solemn.

From time to time, blue and green rays alternately appeared on the back of her head, faintly with a halo, which was just like Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

She was meditating.

In the evening, the three returned to Jinling from the valley. Lan Lan returned to her accommodation, while Zixuan and Xiaojing insisted on returning to the hotel. Early the next morning, Zixuan had to go to Jinling Art Institute to find the teacher Lin Junjie in the student's mouth, and she felt that it seemed more convenient here.

Not long after the two returned to the hotel, Xiaojing suddenly felt a touch in her heart, and she knew that this was an epiphany.

When Zixuan learned about it, she was also very happy in her heart. You know, epiphany is hard to come by. At this time, it was naturally impossible for Xiao Jing to go out of the city again and choose a secluded valley or cave to retreat and cultivate.

So, she discussed with Zixuan and wanted to meditate in the hotel room immediately.

Zixuan agreed after thinking about it. After all, it's just meditation, and it's not punching and kicking fights, so it doesn't cause big problems, so it's naturally okay.

With Zixuan by her side, Xiaojing didn't have the slightest worry. So, without distractions, she quickly entered meditation.

It is said that the big is hidden in the city, and the small is hidden in the wild. These people with the identity of the demon clan can naturally be regarded as hidden.

Although it is a hotel, all the people who come and go are ordinary mortals, but for the sake of safety, Zixuan hung a "Do Not Disturb" nameplate outside the room. She secretly arranged several isolation circles in the room, and no trace of spiritual power could be transmitted.

Xiaojing's sitting is seven hours.

No one knows when her meditation will end. Zixuan wants to be the protector of the Dharma, so naturally she won't be able to sleep yet. Zixuan didn't feel bored, she was happy for Xiaojing in her heart, she knew that with meditation, Xiaojing was not far from a breakthrough.

After closing her eyes for a while, Zixuan opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Jing in front of her, she was still motionless.

Xiaojing is eighteen or nineteen years old, and her delicate face is still green. The corners of her lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of naughtiness and stubbornness.

Zixuan suddenly remembered her eldest brother's widow, Duoduo, and when she left, her little niece was only five years old. When Duoduo doesn't speak, her lips are often like this. It's just that, usually her words are a lot.

yes, so many years. I don't know if the family is okay, presumably that naughty little niece has probably grown into a bright girl......

"Sister, will I marry you when I grow up?"

"No, you can't!"

"Why not?"

"I'm a woman, and I'm going to get married"

"Then you marry me, I'll marry you!"

"No, you can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're a woman, too!"

"That'...... Shall I marry you?"

……

Thinking of the little girl who was five years older and insisted on sleeping with her, Zixuan felt a trace of warmth in her heart.

Zi Xuan thought nonsense like this.

An hour later, Xiao Jing finally finished her meditation.

"Going to break through?"

"Not yet!" Xiao Jing sighed, "I have already touched it faintly, but it seems that something is missing." ”

"Worse than what?"

Everyone's cultivation path is different, and Zixuan naturally doesn't know either.

"However, I believe that I will be able to catch up with Sister Lan Lan soon!" Xiao Jing said with a smile.

Zixuan nodded, smiling in her heart. Xiaojing verbally said that she didn't care, but in fact, this competitive psychology was not weaker than anyone else.

In the early morning, soft sunlight shines into the room through the curtains.

Xiao Jing blinked, opened it and saw that it was so bright.

She habitually took the bedside phone over to take a look, it was half past ten, hey, no wonder the sun was going to dry her ass. I slept this night, and I really woke up naturally.

After the meditation last night, Xiao Jing was in high spirits and had no sleepiness, and she pulled Zixuan and talked about the sea for a long time. If Zixuan hadn't insisted on stopping, I don't know if it would have lasted until dawn.

Eldest sister?Xiaojing looked at the empty big bed next to her, and couldn't help shouting. There was no answer in the room, and it was obvious that Zixuan was not there.

Xiaojing picked up her mobile phone and dialed Zixuan's number. Unfortunately, she dialed twice, and each time it was a soft voice response: Sorry, your call was not answered, please dial again later!

Strange, where did you go, you didn't answer the phone? She casually put down the phone again. She suddenly remembered that Zixuan had been thinking about the thing that she had never forgotten, and it seemed that she should go to the art academy to find Teacher Lin. Otherwise, she wouldn't have just abandoned herself here!

Xiao Jing thought of this, and said with a smile in her heart, the eldest sister is usually good-looking, but in fact, she is also a master who values color and ignores friends. It seems that Sister Zixuan will be the same as Sister Lan Lan in the future, and she will also be in and out of the right way.

However, when she thought of Lan Lan and Zixuan, and then thought of herself, she couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

If the previous relationship is real, if it can last, it is estimated that they are also like glue, even if he is an ordinary mortal.

"Ask what is the situation in the world, and the direct teaching promises life and death ......"

Xiao Jing muttered to herself.

Originally, she lost confidence in love after being hit, but after she was sure that Zixuan went to find Lin Junjie, her heart was a little budding again!

……

Although Xiaojing spoke very unreliable and rarely said it right, she still said it right this time.

Zixuan is different from Xiaojing's sleep. Maybe because of something in her heart, she didn't sleep soundly all night. Although she slept late, Zixuan woke up early in the morning.

Based on past experience, Zixuan expects that Xiaojing will not wake up for a while. So, she herself got up quietly first. After washing, putting on makeup, and eating breakfast, she drove straight to Jinling Art Institute.

When Xiaojing called, Zixuan happened to be walking slowly along the side of the court of the Academy of Arts.

Today is Monday and a career fair is taking place on campus. As graduation season approaches, there are more and more such activities.

Although this time it was a campus job fair, seventy or eighty booths were set up. But the stadium was crowded with people, and it was not lively.

In addition to the people from the art academy, Zixuan also saw students from other schools, looking around in front of the booth with beautiful resumes in their hands.

As for the mobile phone ringing in Zixuan's bag, it can't be heard at all......

Jinling Art Institute is a well-known art institution of higher learning in China. Although the college is limited by majors, the number of students is not as large as that of the three universities in the university town. But after all, it has been running the school for more than 100 years, and the number of students in the school is close to 10,000, so the campus covers an extremely wide area. If a stranger comes in and walks around in a disorderly manner, he must be like a fly without a head, and he will not find his destination.

For Jinling Art Academy, Zixuan has been famous for a long time, but it is also the first time to come. When she came in and parked her car, she saw a nameplate with a description of the college and a map of the buildings erected near the parking lot. After stopping and looking at it for a few minutes, she basically had a general understanding of the distribution of the various departments of the art academy.

Jinling Academy of Arts has 18 secondary colleges, including the School of Humanities, the School of Fine Arts, the School of Music, the School of Design, and the School of Dance. The Academy of Fine Arts, where Lin Junjie works, is in the northeast of the campus, passing through the stadium of the School of Design, and then passing through the School of Film and Television and the library, and then arriving at the destination.

Walking slowly around the campus, breathing in the fresh and familiar air, Zixuan seemed to feel like she was back in college.

There are both large roads and winding paths in the college. The green street trees and the bright flower beds are contrasted. There is also a small lake on the campus, the water of which is sparkling, and you can see some male and female students sitting under the willow trees by the lake.

The Academy of Arts exudes the charm of art everywhere. The campus is dotted with modern buildings and a few pavilions as places to relax. Each building is self-contained, but it is also natural, but it is also deeply wonderful in Chinese gardens. It is said that these architectural designs are the work of the teachers and students of the college.

Although it was the first time for Zi Xuan to come, through the signs, she quickly arrived in front of the building of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Approaching the building, her steps slowed down a little, and there was an inexplicable trace of anticipation and unfounded worry in her heart.

……