Situ Yueying was still sitting on that chair, looking curiously at Murong Limeng, who had entered his father's office on time...... and light snow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who is he?" Situ Yueying was secretly vigilant, and as soon as she saw Xiao Xue coming in following Murong Limeng's footsteps, she immediately couldn't sit still.

Xiaoxue glanced at Situ Yueying provocatively, then looked away with disdain, so angry that Situ Yueying almost wanted to come up and fight Xiaoxue, but Situ Yueying remembered the last time she was threatened by Xiaoxue on the side of the road, and last night...... Xiao Xue snatched away the new mobile phone he had just selected for Murong Limeng, and threatened him to buy another identical one for Xiao Xue, so Situ Yueying lost his temper.

The cultivation is not enough, and he can't beat Xiaoxue, can't he admit it?

But this matter is not over yet! When he is successful in his cultivation, he will definitely find the field again!

Situ Yueying glared at Xiao Xue viciously, and Xiao Xue smiled indifferently, as if she didn't see his threat.

Uh, you ask Situ Yueying why he didn't ask his father to go out to clean up Xiaoxue? Maybe Situ Yueying's head was caught by the door, he saw that Xiaoxue was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he could suppress him to the death, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, the young man's heart had already given birth to the mind of unyielding and competing, so he naturally did not want to involve the elders.

Alas, poor Situ Yueying, if she knew that Xiaoxue was a monster who had lived hundreds or thousands of times, she would definitely regret her death!

Situ Yan was originally standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking at the entire Biyang Academy, but was disturbed by Situ Yueying's startled voice, and finally turned around slowly.

With the same dusty appearance and the same beautiful and refined temperament, Situ Yan judged at a glance that Xiaoxue, like Murong Limeng, was also a good seedling with good talent.

If it weren't for Xiaoxue's body, there was always a faint sense of fog, Situ Yan would definitely like a child like Xiaoxue at first sight.

"Miss Murong, who is this?" Situ Yan was still kind, and his kind gaze gently swept over Murong Limeng and Xiaoxue, and finally fell on Murong Limeng.

Last night, he had already handed over Yuan Lao's letter to the seven stewards of the Lingji True Mansion, originally thinking that they would bring Murong Limeng into the real mansion, teach well, and cultivate talents for the real mansion, but he didn't expect that as soon as the seven stewards opened the letter and read the content of the letter, their expressions immediately changed, and they motioned Situ Yan to wait in place, and several people took the letter and went directly to the president's office.

After a while, a steward came back, looking hurried, and when he saw Situ Yan splitting his head and covering his face, he was scolded: "Situ Yan, are you impatient?

Situ Yan was so shocked by the steward's words that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Off...... Closed disciple?!" Situ Yan's eyes were full of shock, and he looked at the Moon Steward who was ranked third among the seven major stewards in disbelief, swallowed his saliva, and confirmed again, "Young Master Yue, did you hear it right, right? The president really accepted Murong Limeng as a disciple, and moreover, he is the only closed disciple?!"

Please, Situ Yan has lived for so long, and he has never heard that the president has accepted disciples, not to mention, he is still a closed disciple!

That means, the president of him...... He has been trying all his best to hope that his son Situ Yueying can get the guidance of the president, and now it seems that his previous efforts are not only all in vain, but also he has got a message from this matter, that is, the president has always announced that he will not accept apprentices, but in fact, he has politely rejected them, because the president does not look down on their precious son at all!

Thinking of this, Situ Yan was a little angry. But the president has always been fair to people, although he did not accept Situ Yueying as an apprentice, he also did not accept others as disciples, and he Situ Yan couldn't say anything.

But now that there is a demon-level genius like Murong Limeng, the president immediately accepted someone as a disciple, and also set the status of the person to death - a closed disciple.

The fist in Situ Yan's sleeve clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and then loosened after clenching.

"It's all fate. ”

If Xin Yue had a meaningful gaze, she fell coldly on Situ Yan. After a long time, Xingyue turned around and left indifferently.

In this world, if someone is favored by the president and accepted into the teacher's family, he must be a genius among geniuses.

Situ Yan looked at Murong Limeng quietly, and the sour meaning in his heart slowly spread, like a continuous drizzle, extinguishing his jealousy little by little.

It's all fate.

Situ Yan gradually understood what Xin Yue meant by the words he said to him when he was leaving.

If his son can have a talent like Murong Limeng, then the closed disciple who was accepted into the president's door is his son.

But, his son, did not have this talent.

Therefore, he didn't hate Murong Limeng. On the contrary, he still had a deep sense of awe for Murong Limeng. Although she was only sixteen years old, her cultivation was just beginning.

Situ Yan has the same long-term vision as Yuan Lao, and he also believes that the president of the Lingji True Mansion has also seen hope from Murong Limeng.

The Spirit Genius True Mansion will do whatever it takes to cultivate Murong Limeng into a talent!

"Father?"

Situ Yueying looked at Situ Yan worriedly, and cautiously called him a few times.

Murong Limeng noticed that Situ Yan's kindness and kindness were slightly different from yesterday's. Among them, there seems to be other emotions, such as awe, envy, jealousy, anger, and ...... Helpless.

Murong Limeng's expression was calm, and he looked at Situ Yan like that for a few seconds.

"This is for you. Situ Yan slowly closed his eyes, took out a simple and delicate letter from his arms, handed it to Murong Limeng, and sighed, "What is written in it, read it yourself!"

Murong Limeng took the envelope, the dark blue letter paper was very hard to the touch, and the four big characters of "Biyang Academy" on the envelope were plated with a layer of faint golden light.

Situ Yueying's eyes widened, pointing to the letter in Murong Limeng's hand, and shouted excitedly: "Isn't this the admission letter from Biyang Academy?!"

Murong Limeng and Xiaoxue were stunned at the same time, Situ Yan glared at Situ Yueying fiercely, Situ Yueying was immersed in shock, completely ignoring his father's eyes, and suddenly exclaimed: "No! No! This is not an ordinary admission letter! I have seen such an envelope, only the top Tianji Academy of Biyang Academy is qualified to issue this type of letter!"

"Tianji Academy?" Murong Limeng raised her eyebrows slightly, this name seemed to sound pretty good.

Xiaoxue immediately stopped, "Sister, where are you going, I'll go too, you are not allowed to leave me." ”