"This young man is very conceited. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hey, aren't all young people like this now, think back then, weren't we like this too?"

"Yes, but speaking of which, it is a good thing for this young man to be more sharp."

"Hey, you say, does this kid really know a lot about the art of disambiguation?"

"I can't say that this kid really has this ability......"

"And guess he'll be able to cure the old headmaster?"

"Old Hu, when has this been, you are still talking nonsense here. If he can be cured, what do you need us doctors to do?! ”

"Who knows if you're not good at learning......

"Besides, be careful that I hammer you!!"

……

The voice behind him gradually faded, and Si Long entered the interior of the ward under the leadership of the middle-aged man, and as soon as he entered the room, Si Long felt the faint breath of the old principal on the bed.

Compared to the last time he fainted, the old headmaster at this moment was even weaker.

Last time, if Silong hadn't used magic to renew the old principal's breath, the old principal would probably not have survived the arrival of the ambulance. However, a simple magic treatment has limited effect after all, and as time passes, when the power of magic disappears, the old headmaster's body deteriorates.

If he can't come up with a breakthrough plan, the old principal is afraid that things will really run out of gas.

But today, Silong's arrival made the old principal a little excited, although his health was not good, but his eyes were full of joy when he looked at Silong.

"Silong, are you here? Quick, sit here. ”

The old headmaster was half-lying on the bed, his body was full of all kinds of tubes, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke with great difficulty.

In such a situation, the old principal really shouldn't see many people, but when Silong arrived, he showed 200% of his spirit, especially the importance he attached to Silong.

Silong walked a few steps briskly to the side of the bed: "Old principal, you are not in good health, so don't talk too much." ”

"Ahem......"

"Dad, are you alright?" The middle-aged man hurriedly walked over and very skillfully helped the old principal stroke his chest a few times.

The old principal waved his hand: "Jidong, I'm fine, what about me, I want to talk to Silong alone, you go out first." ”

"Huh? Dad, your body ......"

"Jidong, don't worry, I'm fine."

"However, the doctor said that you can't be left alone for a long time."

"What are you talking about, isn't Silong human? Ahem...... You, don't let me talk too much. The old headmaster's face flushed slightly.

The middle-aged man had to stand up: "Okay, but Dad, if you have anything, you must call me." ”

The old principal waved his hand, and the middle-aged man could only reluctantly leave the ward.

When the door closed, only Silong and the old principal were left in the room.

"Come, sit here." The old headmaster waved his hand and motioned for the dragon to sit on the seat next to the bed.

"Oh, thank you."

Silong looked at the old man who was lying on the bed, who was already in his last years, and said, "Old principal, how do you feel?" ”

The old principal smiled instead: "Good or not, for an old man like me, it's not like that?" Ahem......"

Now, every time the old headmaster said a word, Silong frowned slightly, and secretly, he began to gather the magic elements between heaven and earth.

"Old headmaster, can I help you take your pulse?" As he spoke, Silong reached out his hand to the old principal's wrist.

The old headmaster nodded: "Okay." ”

Si Long's hand slowly put on the old principal's wrist, he tried his best to be professional, in fact, where did he know what kind of ambiguity technique? He put his hand on the old headmaster's wrist, in fact, he wanted to inject the condensed magic element into the old headmaster's body.

The light and water magic elements that represented the healing power were slowly injected into the old principal's body by Silong, and it was very obvious that the old principal's complexion was much ruddy.

The old headmaster seemed to feel the ease coming from his body, and he squinted his eyes to enjoy it.

After about three minutes, Si Long withdrew his hand, just now when he injected the magic element into the old principal's body, Si Long felt that the old principal's body was like a dry ancient well, and the magic element was quickly absorbed.

It can be seen that the old principal's body is really about to be drained by the disease, and if you want to make the old principal recover, it is obviously not enough to rely on such a simple magic treatment once or twice.

The old principal slowly opened his eyes, his spirit seemed to be much better, looking at Silong, the old principal smiled: "I know, you kid, it's not simple." ”

"Old Headmaster, what do you know?" Silong was a little surprised.

The old principal said: "Although I am old, this brain is not stupid. Today, you're here for what's in your time bag, right? ”

The old headmaster went straight to the point, Silong never imagined that the old headmaster would ask this question one step ahead of him.

"Huh? Old Headmaster, you know? That parchment roll ......"

The old principal nodded: "That's right, that piece of parchment was deliberately left in the time bag." The old principal didn't hide it in the slightest, he looked at Silong with blazing eyes, "Now, is it in your hands?" ”

Silong nodded, reached out and pulled his key out of his pocket, the parchment on it swaying back and forth between the two of them.

"Providence, is it really providence?" The old headmaster let out a long sigh.

Silong was puzzled: "Providence? What providence? ”

The old principal laughed at himself: "Hey, I think I Zhang Aiguo, I have been engaged in scientific research all my life, but I didn't expect that I would believe in the will of heaven, you say, isn't it ridiculous?" ”

The old principal's expression was a little complicated, and he could see that something had broken his decades of persistence, which was why he was so entangled. "That's it, that's it, whether it's providence or creation, these things can only be left to you young people to discover." The old headmaster shook his head repeatedly.

"Old Headmaster, what the hell is going on?" In Silong's impression, the old principal is a wise old man, and now even he is struggling, this matter must be able to subvert everyone's cognition, and it is related to the parchment scroll in his hand.

"It seems that this trip is really not in vain." Silong secretly excited.

Looking at Silong's expectant and excited eyes, the old principal said, "This matter, speaking of which, it was more than thirty years ago. ”

"More than thirty years ago?" Silong asked, "When the time capsule is buried?" ”

"Well, almost, just a week before the time capsule was buried." The old principal said, "I remember very clearly, it was a sunny afternoon, I was reading materials in the office, and then at some point, there was an old monk in the room. ”

"Old monk?" Silong was stunned for a moment, "This monk is your friend of the old principal?" ”

"No," the old headmaster shook his head, "we're seeing each other for the first time, but for some reason, he gives me the feeling that it's as if we've known each other for a long time, and it's strange." ”