The shaking of the table and chair pulled Yu Xuan's thoughts back.

Sitting in front of Yu Xuan was Xie Ma, at this time, his shoulders shrugged, and the fat all over his body trembled together, which by the way, he also drove Yu Xuan's table and chairs.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Xuan kicked Xie Man's fat ass and asked impatiently in a low voice.

Xie Ma lowered his head slightly to avoid the sight of the calligrapher on the stage, then slowly turned his head, the irrepressible smile on his face squeezed his facial features together, his left hand slightly to the left, revealing the corner of the book he was holding, trying to suppress his voice, and replied softly: "Yu Xuan, the book that the old man gave yesterday doesn't seem to be a trick, it's more like an immortal.... Immortal law. ”

It seems that he is also a little unconfident, although Xie Ma is very excited, but he still does not fluently say the word immortal.

Immortal law?

Yu Xuan frowned, expressing skepticism.

As an eleven-year-old child born and raised in the small city of Jincheng, Yu Xuan is naturally the same as other children, growing up listening to the stories of those gods who moved mountains and seas from heaven to earth, and when he was a child, Yu Xuan often asked his father whether there were any immortals in the world, but every time his father always left him a smile with unknown meaning, he stopped speaking, which once made Yu Xuan scratch his ears and cheeks, and wanted to know the answer very much.

So, after Jincheng gradually prospered, there were many warlocks who called themselves "fairy disciples" among the passers-by, and Yu Xuan would run around to cheer up, but when he knew that these so-called immortal methods were just shoddy tricks, they all returned in defeat.

Over time, Yu Xuan didn't believe that there were immortals in this world so much, and Yu Xuan was also suspicious of those who had a relationship with immortals.

Thinking of this, Yu Xuan's suspicion was a little firmer, and he sneered at Xie Ma: "Just that old man's tricky appearance, a handful of old bones are about to fall apart, if I let Uncle Yu Shan make a move, I'm afraid it will be two punches... Oh no, he can be beaten with one punch on his knees and begging for mercy, if you want to say that he gave you this snake trick, I still believe it, if you want to say that he is really a god, I will never believe it. ”

Besides, after Yu Xuan went home with the "Pure Heart Dictionary" yesterday, he also turned a few pages with great interest, but the content written on it was not much better than what Mr. Calligrapher talked about in class, and there was no trace of immortal law between the lines.

Seeing that Yu Xuan didn't believe it, Xie Ma was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "It's true, I just demonstrated according to what was written in the book, and there was obviously a very mysterious feeling in my body, as if there was an extra force in my body out of thin air." ”

Shema paused, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

"What power?" Yu Xuan became interested, although he lacked the childhood longing for immortals, but he also knew that Xie Ma, who was inseparable from him every day, would never exaggerate.

Xie Ma frowned, after thinking about how to phrase it, he was about to speak, but he suddenly found that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and there was no voice of Mr. Craftsman in his ears.

Sure enough, Gu Haosi and all the students' eyes focused on the two of them, and it wasn't until Xie Ma turned around that he resumed the lecture.

After the atmosphere of the classroom returned to the original, Yu Xuan slightly guessed what kind of power the "power" that Xie Ma was talking about, could it be the divine power like Uncle Yu Shan, who could kill a person with one punch?

After thinking for a while, Yu Xuan shook his head, no longer thinking nonsense, anyway, it would be good to let Xie Ma demonstrate it after class later, besides, he still didn't believe it, if that old man was really a fairy, how could he deceive himself into such an innocent little boy A few copper coins that he had so hard accumulated? That would be too different from the legendary immortals who regarded mundane things as dung.

Thinking about it, Yu Xuan lay on the table, looked to the right, where Fu Ru was sitting, at this time Fu Ru was listening carefully to the professors painted by Mr. Craftsman on the stage, or was troubled by some problems, her eyebrows were tightened, she bit her lower lip, and bathed in the morning light that came in from the window, becoming a beautiful and thrilling picture.

If there is really a fairy, then she is a fairy!

Yu Xuan was fascinated by this picture and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

With such a pleasing sight in front of me, time naturally flew by, and soon it was noon, that is, the end of school.

When it was time for the end of the school day, the children who had been listless during the class immediately became excited, and after saying goodbye to Mr. Bookmaker, they scattered like birds and beasts, chattering about where to go to play in the future.

Yu Xuan and Xie Ma originally wanted to hurry home and gather to see the extra power in Xie Ma's body after having lunch first, but after the surrounding students were almost scattered, Gu Haosi, who was still in the preaching platform, suddenly beckoned to them: "Xie Ma, come over here." ”

Xie Ma suddenly panicked, while Yu Xuan lowered his head and silently stepped aside, praying that he would never attract the attention of this calligrapher, obviously, the calligrapher had come to ask the teacher for what had just been in class.

As the most prominent person in the hospital, Xie Ma's sense of presence is the lowest among the children in the whole hospital and even in the entire Jincheng.

The reason is that Xie Ma's family just moved out of an extremely remote ravine a few years ago, so they are not familiar with life in Jincheng, and their appearance is not social, so Xie Ma has no other friends except for Yu Xuan who messes with him all day long.

But Xie Ma did not follow the rules because of his low sense of existence, on the contrary, compared to other students, Xie Ma sat in class on weekdays, whether he could understand it or not, and his sitting posture was extremely solemn, which was in stark contrast to the sluggish students around him.

This is the first time that I have lost my temper like today's class.

Xie Ma lowered his head, walked up to Gu Haosi with a cower, and called out softly, "Mr. Gu".

Gu Haosi responded, and then stretched out his hand and motioned for Xie Ma to hand him the extremely thin book in his hand.

Xie Ma naturally didn't dare to refuse, and hurriedly handed over the book in his hand.

This book that the old man on the street gave to Xie Ma yesterday is called "The Soul Turn", and the whole book is only seven pages, and the content of the record is simple, and most of it is some unknown formula.

After turning a few pages, Gu Haosi raised his head slightly and asked, "Who gave you this book?"

Xie Ma replied respectfully: "It was given by an old gentleman on the street yesterday." ”

Hearing this, Gu Haosi's face had an extra smile, this calligrapher who had been immersed in the sea for many years, laughed with a unique bookish anger.

"Then you have to thank the old gentleman. ”

After speaking, Gu Haosi handed the book back to Xie Ma, Xie Ma took the book and nodded heavily: "Yes, the student will go to thank the old gentleman when the time comes." ”

Xie Ma was not a stupid person, since even Mr. Calligrapher, who was very popular among the people of Jincheng, asked him to thank the old gentleman well, of course he would not be so stupid as Yu Xuan that this was just a simple trick book.