Coincidentally, at this time, Wang Qingyun also groped to find Ling Chen.

"Are you done?" Ling Chen was slightly surprised, together with the selection of martial arts and memories, it didn't seem that the time for Wang Qingyun to come to him until now was not very long.

"Well, I'm notoriously fast. Wang Qingyun said proudly.

"It's not a good thing for men to be fast. Ling Chen patted Wang Qingyun on the shoulder and said meaningfully. Just took advantage of this time to stagger his position, took down the sign at the door, erased the name, and then put it back in place.

"Gone. He didn't seem to feel that what he just said had any deep meaning, Ling Chen called Wang Qingyun leisurely, and then planned to return his heart.

"It's still you. Wang Qingyun showed a look of sudden realization and couldn't help but admire. This car was driving, and he didn't even have time to get on the old crash.

After returning the mental method, Ling Chen and Wang Qingyun were teleported away again, and they returned to the first floor of the library building again.

Walking out of the library building, the sun slanting to the west emitted a dazzling golden halo, making people dare not look directly. Originally, the light in the borrowing room and library was dim, but now it is back to reality, and it is difficult to get used to it.

"What time is it?" Looking at such a dazzling sunlight, Ling Chen blocked it with his hand and casually observed the surroundings through his fingers.

"Look at it like this, it's time to apply. Wang Qingyun estimated the time, because he didn't know it himself.

"Oops. Ling Chen yelled no, and hurriedly ran somewhere.

"What are you running?" Wang Qingyun shouted. He was just about to introduce to Ling Chen how the two martial arts he chose fit him, and at the same time he could learn it for Ling Chen, but he didn't say that this kid ran away again. There are ghosts today.

But looking at him like this, Wang Qingyun knew what was going on, and estimated that he must have missed a tutor's class, so he wanted to hurry over to take a look.

"You finish writing your mind first, and then you go! That's the point!" Wang Qingyun reminded angrily. But Ling Chen had already disappeared at this time, and where could he still hear Wang Qingyun's warning.

"It's just a lesson, and it's not like it's not unskimmed, so why bother. Wang Qingyun sighed, and prepared to find a quiet place to write out his martial arts skills first, and then go to the martial arts arena to hone and hone his skills.

If you want to say that there are not many students in this academy who have not skipped classes, it is estimated that there are very few. Although the academy has repeatedly emphasized the importance of theory, it is still a world more than fists. When your own strength is strong, that is the last word. Therefore, it is "excusable" to delay a few theoretical classes because of the practice. I'm afraid that some people will not go to class under such a guise and will not go to class, and of course they will not practice, so what are these people doing?

Although he had eaten a lot of time, Ling Chen finally caught up, and the tutor did not record his absence. After all, in the classroom, the performance of the students is fully visible, and it is natural to know who is performing well or badly. It is completely understandable to delay theoretical classes because of practice.

Why didn't Ling Chen first rush to write the mental method of "Bing Xuanjin" silently? Wasn't he afraid of forgetting? Of course not. The reason was that Cangdi told him that this mental method would be studied and modified by him first, and then let Ling Chen transcribe and learn it after the repair was completed.

Since someone is worried about this, then Ling Chen naturally still has to follow his own cultivation plan, and what he wants to do and what he should do every day should be strictly implemented.

And Ling Chen was also very curious, according to the original mental method, what kind of mental method would Cangdi create that was more suitable for himself. Because for now, Ling Chen's impression of Cangdi is only indifferent and very powerful, these are his personal feelings in the Eternal Demon Forbidden. But seriously, how strong Cangdi is, and what powerful means he has, Ling Chen hasn't seen it yet. It's just a rumor about the Ten Murders of Taikoo, and I heard a little about it in my childhood.

"At least, it should be a Venerable..."Ling Chen had guessed the realm of Cangdi more than once, Venerable, it was a height to look up to, and I don't know how many years it would take Ling Chen to set foot in.

After sorting out today's points and notes, he's going to go around the flower garden today. You don't need to be so enthusiastic about taking care of flowers and plants every day, and it's almost the same when you think about watering and pruning every once in a while. If you stare at it every day, you will be fed to death.

After walking for a while, Ling Chen has been thinking about these things that have happened in the past few days. In fact, his mind has been difficult to calm down in the past few days, so he wants to take a walk. In fact, I didn't think of any good way, just walked around casually for no reason, so I didn't feel much time, so I came to this small remote flower garden.

During this time, he has been renovating this thatched house, reinforcing it a lot, and laying a layer of weeds on the roof. Because it was in the academy and the city, it was difficult to find something like bamboo pole and thatch, so Ling Chen secretly went to repair the branches of the landscape trees on both sides of the road to reinforce it. The roof is also used for the weeds that grow here, although it is simple, but it is better than the previous tattered appearance, and the surrounding environment is cleaned up by the way.

The academy wouldn't be looking after the tree branch repairs, because he found that only one part of the tree was uncleaned, and the rest of the place was regularly pruned. So he speculated that the old man was responsible for the sanitation of the area, so he simply cleaned it up. And he is also measured, pruning all the useless branches, and the main shape is well preserved. This pruning, on the contrary, shows the landscape of this place. Trees, like people, will not grow if they are not repaired and dressed.

The plants in the flower garden are the same as they were original, and Ling Chen is just fertilizing and pruning. There is plenty of moisture inside, the soil is fertile, and the sun is transparent. It's spring, the plants grow wildly, and the flowers bloom more delicately.

After taking care of the flowers and plants, Ling Chen nodded with a little satisfaction, and his mood was a little more relaxed. Sitting on a small stool with a homemade wooden stick, Ling Chen bathed in the sunset and the warm breeze, this feeling made his heart a little irritable.

With a move in his heart, Ling Chen took out a few letterheads from the Qiankun bag and looked at them casually here. The letters he exchanged with Ning Yuanru, the portrait of Liang Hanshuo, and the letter from Uncle Xu a few days ago. There was also one, which looked out of place compared to the previous letters, which were tattered, wrinkled, and stained with blood.

Ling Chen first read the previous few letters one by one, and finally focused his eyes on the last page of the letter. Staring at this page of letters, he remembered the woman in white he had seen in the ancient demon forbidden, immortal and ethereal, but the broken body was really difficult to set off this peerless temperament.

It's not that Ling Chen hasn't tried to unravel this letterhead, he took this letter to the shop a long time ago, wanting to try to find someone who specializes in learning engraving to untie it. But when others got the letter, they only glanced at it, and their eyes turned white. This is obviously due to the lack of mental power and the strong peep on the letterhead.

But according to the boss, this person is the guest he invited, a full eight-grade person seal master, and the level of printing and repair is also extremely high. But even so, he just spied a trace of the mystery and fainted directly. Then the original owner who sealed this letter is a little intriguing.

The boss wants to buy the letterhead in Ling Chen's hand at a high price, after all, such a thing is a gamble of luck, in case there is any amazing news mentioned in it, it is really profitable. And in some auction houses, this kind of thing is often auctioned, but its value is much lower than the actual one.

Ling Chen didn't think about selling the letter, although the price given by the boss was indeed very exciting. But he thought of the cold and pitiful ghost, the bondage of guilt and self-blame, the sin he carried, the confession of self-fulfillment, perhaps in this letter. This is the only obsession in her heart after her death.

Now that he has this letterhead, he should be responsible to the end, not the obsession of betraying his soul for profit. If you make a fortune from a dead person, Ling Chen's conscience can't get over, and the future will inevitably suffer. If you are obsessed with your cultivation because of this, and your Dao mind is lacking, then the gains outweigh the losses.

Outside the house, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, Ling Chen's ears moved, put down the letter and stood up suddenly, and walked out to find out.

It was that old man, after meeting him twice, Ling Chen was already a little familiar with him.

"Mr. Shan. Ling Chen shook slightly.

"Hehe, so you're here. The old man nodded kindly, and his smile was very kind.

"Didn't bother you, did you?" Because Ling Chen was busy the first two times, the old man happened to come at that time, so this time when the old man saw the letter in Ling Chen's hand, he thought that Ling Chen had some personal matters, so he asked.

"Oh, no. Just idle and read a letter from a friend. Ling Chen raised the letter in his hand, and planned to sort it out and put it in the Qiankun bag.

Nowadays, a lot of people use transduction notes to talk, but generally they don't use this kind of thing unless it's a big deal. And after all, letters can communicate more and enhance feelings.

When Ling Chen chatted with the old man before, Ling Chen also knew a little about it, the old man's surname was Shan, and his son used to be a tutor in the academy, so he also had a cleaning job in the academy. Later, the old man didn't continue, thinking that it was a little difficult to say, after all, the old man didn't seem to be an old man who enjoyed good fortune.

"In previous years, I also did classroom cleaning, but when I was old and my legs were inconvenient, I was only responsible for cleaning this area. "Shan Lao once told Ling Chen this, and now the work that the old man does should be able to mix food and clothing.

"Oh?" the old man was slightly puzzled, "there seems to be a sense of déjà vu on this letterhead. Shan Lao stared at the letters in Ling Chen's hand and said. To be precise, it was the blood-stained letterhead that Ling Chen was holding in his hand.

Hearing this, Ling Chen's heart moved, the origin of this letter is unknown, and it may involve a great secret. He knew from the beginning that this single old man was not simple, and now the old man took the initiative to put it forward, which was in Ling Chen's heart, so that he could not refuse.

Ling Chen hurriedly handed the letterhead to the old man with both hands, and before he could explain the origin of the letterhead, he saw the old man waving his hand again and again.

"When people are old, they feel familiar with everything they see, just like old people. This letter is very valuable, so let's keep it properly. Just took the letterhead and took a cursory glance, and Shan Lao handed it back to Ling Chen.

Hearing this, Ling Chen was slightly puzzled, hesitated for a moment, and then took back the hand that was about to be stretched out and put the letterhead into the Qiankun bag. It's impossible to say in my heart that I won't be disappointed, after all, I thought there was hope for opening a long-sealed secret, but it was just hope.

"Very well done. As soon as the topic changed, the old man praised the work in front of him, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with the pruning outside and the renovation here.

"You've done the old man a great favor, and you should be paid. The old man paused, "The old man's monthly salary is not much, and he still has to share some of you." ”

"No, no, no. Ling Chen hurriedly refused. "Mr. Shan, you're tormenting me. The younger generation is just out of interest here to take over the cultivation of flowers, and by the way, they have done some work, not for anything else. When you say that, you're driving away the juniors. ”

"Oh? hahahaha... It's old and vulgar. The old man smiled heartily when he heard this. "That's fine. The old man has a thick face, and he will have to work hard for you in the future. If it's a busy time, you don't need to help. I, old man, can handle it. ”

"Where is Mr. Shan, if there is such a peaceful place, it should be disturbed by the younger generations. Ling Chen also laughed in agreement.

The sunset dyed the smile into a brilliant golden glow, but in this hearty smile, there seemed to be something else hidden.