Wang Xin was about to open his mouth to persuade again, but his heart moved, and he thought about it instead.

Baimei Zhenjun reacted quite coldly to the matter of "ghost cultivation in Mountain King City" in his mouth, and he didn't know if he was first-class in his cultivation of kung fu, or if he had heard of it for a long time.

Kwai Laoxian is not a person who believes in his words on weekdays, for his statement, Wang Xin believes nine points, and there is one point left, but he has reservations about what he has seen with his own eyes.

So Wang Xin temporarily let go of the matter of applying for outdoor teaching, and asked categorically: "Director, isn't the matter of ghost cultivation a big deal?"

Baimei Zhenjun glanced at him and asked slowly, "Is it a big deal?"

Many people regard the words of Dao Yi Ancestor as a golden rule, but this does not include the White Eyebrow True Monarch.

Daoyi Ancestor said that there were no ghosts in that era.

Indeed, there are no ghosts.

But in this day and age, this is not necessarily the case.

Even if he was half-skeptical before, when he threw his life fire towards the Mighty Demon Elephant Tower and got some leftover information, he should have believed it.

Because the matter of Sanno Castle was made by those people.

Now he can be sure that there is more than one person behind Yao Gao.

In addition to the formation mage who wants to do something in Sanwang City, the ghost cultivator is also over there.

Thinking of the official documents of the state not long ago, the spearhead is directly aimed at the ecosphere protection organization, and the life protection group branch in Fengzhou is set up in Sanwang City, as well as those unreliable rumors that are chasing the wind and shadows, it can be said that Sanwang City is now a big pit, and whoever enters will die.

Even so, the Taoist Academy still wanted to intervene.

Ning Jiuchi wanted to intervene, and Baimei Zhenjun naturally wanted to intervene.

But there is no need to tell Wang Xin, a low-level teacher who has just entered the Taoist Academy.

Therefore, Baimei Zhenjun just doesn't look at the face of the real person, and he will not agree with Wang Xin to press the location of outdoor teaching in Shanwang City.

Rejected again.

Wang Xin's face could no longer maintain the previous calm, and the ground sank suddenly, but it was only for a moment, he quickly retracted his expression, and couldn't help but increase his tone and said to Baimei Zhenjun: "Director, I want to go to Sanwang City in addition to the ghost cultivation factor, and I also want to go to the association through the fact that my old friend is from the Dream Association, and investigate the matter of the No. 1 team leader, I think Zhenjun should agree with it......

Before he could finish his words, he saw the white-eyed Zhenjun raise his eyelids suddenly.

Wisps of brilliant brilliance erupted in one of his eyeballs.

All the scenes that Wang Xin could see were swallowed up by his wisps of brilliance, and he pretended to be calm like a balloon in front of the Yuanying powerhouse, bursting suddenly, and the momentum of his body plummeted for thousands of miles, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He hung his head heavily and said with difficulty: "True Monarch...... Anger is relieved. ”

Countless invisible forces hindered the operation of the True Qi in his body, restricting his will layer by layer.

Wang Xin, a proud little master, experienced the horror of Zhenjun so closely for the first time.

"Get out. ”

A voice that seemed to be deep indifference in the chaos, but at this moment, it was like a heavenly sound.

Wang Xin, who suddenly came back to his senses, didn't dare to look up at Zhenjun again, and gave Zhenjun a salute with weak hands and feet, and retreated in embarrassment.

There was only one person left in the office.

He snorted coldly, "Even if you want to test me." ”

If he didn't do it, he didn't do it, and no one would want to splash this basin of dirty water on his head.

I don't know which competitor is so brainless that he would send someone like Wang Xin to test him.

Wang Xin, who left the director's office, had trembling feet and a pale face.

But he wanted to laugh a little in his heart.

Zhenjun's tiger ass can't be touched.

Before, he almost pointed to his nose and said that the teaching director assassinated the freshmen, and a good-tempered person couldn't stand it, let alone a person with a cold and arrogant temperament like Baimei Zhenjun.

His move today is bound to offend the White Eyebrow True Monarch.

Offending a dean in the Taoist monastery will almost ruin half of his future.

If he didn't want the other half of his future to be cut off, Wang Xin would have to find a thigh with a status no lower than that of the teaching director.

And this candidate, Wang Xin has already thought about it.

Without hesitating for a moment, leaving the teaching director's office, Wang Xin turned around and ran towards Vice Dean Ning Jiuchi.

After asking for instructions, reporting, and registration, a series of complicated procedures were completed, and Wang Xin came to the alien experimental field that hollowed out the entire mountain that Vice President Ning Jiuchi often attended.

Hundreds of white-robed monks roamed back and forth on the sturdy and transparent film, turning a blind eye to Wang Xin's uninvited guest.

Fortunately, Wang Xin was accustomed to other indifference, and was brought to Vice President Ning Jiuchi, his mind was calm and unfazed, but his facial features moved suddenly, squeezing out a look of sadness, grievance, resentment, and dissatisfaction.

In that scene, there is a poem as a cloud, saying:

Tears and crying faces fly together, and the snot is the same color as the bitter lotus.

Ning Jiuchi frowned, and the assistant beside him just wanted to scold.

I heard Wang Xin's cry faster than them: "The dean calls the shots for me, the director bullies people!"

This is followed by a well-sung aria that makes it clear how the dean bullies people without any delay.

Seeing this, the assistant beside Ning Jiuchi pretended to persuade in the ear of the vice president: "Dean, Wang Xin is just a one-sided statement, he can't be taken seriously, maybe things are not so simple." ”

Ning Jiuchi didn't speak, and glanced at him lightly.

The assistant smiled in his heart, and said a few kind words for the teaching director, and finally said as if he had inadvertently mentioned it: "However, there is a saying called empty and unpopular, looking at him like this, I don't know who to believe." ”

Who isn't an acting school yet?

With an embarrassed face, Wang Xin nodded and said approvingly: "Yes, there is no wind." ”

Ning Jiuchi then smiled and said, "That guy with white eyebrows is such a temper, you are the same, don't you just say a few words to you?"

On the surface, blame Wang Xin for making a fuss.

In fact, the behavior of the teaching director to reprimand the new teacher for no reason is given, and there is something wrong with the person who is white-eyebrowed.

Ning Jiuchi said lightly: "Okay, what you said is a trivial matter, I am in charge." ”

The right to approve the location of teaching assignments is not in the hands of Vice Dean Ning Jiuchi.

But when he released such words, it means that he intends to seize power.

On the eve of the dean's retirement, he preemptively took away part of the authority of the dean.

And the fuse that opened this power struggle was in the hands of Wang Xin.

"Thank you, Dean, for your hard work!"

Wang Xin said happily.

With this sentence, his love was saved.

Whoever wants to be the first this year will be the first, and neither he nor his students plan to accompany him.

Wiping away his tears, Wang Xin thanked Ning Jiuchi for his kindness, and walked away quickly.