The two parted for a few days, and Wen Zizheng also returned to Wen's house a week later.

Wen Huai has become more and more idle these days, and after a day's class, he will go out with Dikar and Yu Tian, and occasionally bring Ruihan. A few people have traveled to almost every corner of the academy, and the relationship between several people has also heated up rapidly.

This is also one of the few days he can relax, or it may be the few days left to enjoy the campus.

In the past few days, he has not relaxed his attachment to cultivation, but the current cultivation process has reached a bottleneck, the progress is slow, and the acupuncture points in his body are like an insatiable black hole, constantly devouring the aura of his cultivation.

The Intensive Academy also opened a new course, that is, the eighty-eight styles that Wen Huai would know. This is a pain for the students of the academy, every time the students are shocked by its difficulty, and everyone will be tired and paralyzed at the end of the class. But the final result is more gratifying, the strength of the students is only to learn one formula, and the strength is already worlds apart, and few people of the same age in various colleges can compete.

The Reinforcement Academy also began the road of counterattack for this reason.

......

Far away in Zhongzhou's Feng family, today's hospitality hall has a rare guest today.

A man in the prime of life held a steaming teacup, and after taking a sip, he tasted bitter, and his face showed an embarrassed and bitter look.

Opposite him is an old man, just sitting quietly makes people feel at ease and kind, this is the second-in-command of the Feng family, and the oldest elder of the Feng family, even the old patriarch of the Feng family has to respectfully shout 'Grandpa' when he sees him. His age is not an old age, but an exaggerated sixtieth birthday.

The man was still a little nervous in the face of the old man. Tidy up the sleeves of the white robe that represents the Wen family, which is also to delay time for yourself to speak.

But before he could speak, the old man spoke first.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a man in a white robe sit in this position, and I'm not qualified to sit here at your age. His voice is hoarse, and he can't distinguish words if he doesn't deliberately listen to them, these voices don't represent history and vicissitudes, and every sentence is like crossing a hundred years, which makes people awe-inspiring.

The man panicked, this old man was the oldest old man in the formation division now, and the era in which he was active would no longer be history, and no one knew one or two.

"Old Feng is serious, you are the most senior in our formation division, I can't stand you saying this. ”

The old man smiled kindly, and his deadwood-like fingers tapped on the table, and with one click, time began to become light and loving.

"It's your patriarch who sits here every time, and you're here this time...... Is there news of Wencheng? ”

The man's face froze, then nodded.

The old man's voice was slow, as if he was recalling: "Oh...... Wencheng is a good child, this is also the most talented child I have ever seen, after a few years of traveling abroad, his mind should have matured......"

The man could have taken the opportunity to say a few kind words at this time, after all, he was offended by the proposal, but now he still didn't dare to open his mouth when the sentences he had organized in his heart came to his mouth.

The pressure on this old man on his heart was too high, even if the Feng family patriarch sat opposite, he would not show even a trace of comfort, but the one who received him was the leading figure in the formation division.

"What Elder Feng said is. He laughed.

"Haha......" Feng Lao smiled kindly, and naturally picked up his own teacup with his hand and tasted the tea slowly.

The man was uncomfortable, and he made up his mind to speak countless times, but every time he looked at the old man, he was bored back.

At this time, a young man's voice sounded at the door, "Ancestor, you call me." ”

In the Feng family, all the juniors have to be called 'ancestor' with Feng Lao, and his generation is indeed worthy of this title.

Although Feng is old, his ears are still very good, and when he hears this young voice, his face is even more loving.

"Yuanbai, come here. He beckoned to the door, and let a young man who did not dare to step into come to him.

Which teenager was Feng Yuanbai who went to the Cloud Valley Forest with Feng Ling.

Feng Yuanbai entered the door generously, bowed to Feng Lao and the man, and the etiquette was impeccable.

Feng Lao smiled with satisfaction and began to introduce his man.

"This Wen family is a descendant, the ancestor is Wen Qi, and now he is also the most powerful branch of the Wen family. You know what to call it. ”

Feng Yuanbai bowed, "The junior has seen Uncle Wen Jiya. ”

The man was shocked, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to know that his name was 'Wen Jiya', and his good impression of this young man doubled.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, you must come to my Wen family, my son Wen Zizheng is the same age as you, I believe that the two of you will get along well. ”

"Thank you Uncle Jiya for your uplift, and I will almost certainly visit in the future. After Feng Yuanbai finished speaking, he also raised his head, his eyes were more indifferent and silent, this is not the eyes that a teenager should have.

Wen Jiya just glanced at him, his heart was shocked, the eyes of the young man in front of him were too beautiful, they were a pair of heterochromatic pupils, like a handicraft, how could people not love it. These eyes alone made him ignore his faux pas.

"Ancestor, what did you call me for?" Feng Yuanbai looked at Old Feng first, his eyes eased a lot, but it was still difficult to hide his coldness.

"You go and call Ling'er over, your Uncle Wen has something to do with her. ”

"Yes!!" he clenched his fists and exited the door.

"Old Feng, what are you ......" Wen Jiya was in awe of this old man, and before he could speak, he still saw through everything. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, so I quickly got up and thanked him.

"Sit down, it's up to Feng Ling to make her own decisions about these things, if she wants to, my Feng family will never obstruct it." After speaking, Feng Lao leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and did not speak, as if he was asleep.

Wen Jiya sat down slowly, his voice trembled slightly, and after thinking for a while, he spoke: "Old Feng, our patriarch entrusted me to make amends to the Feng family, and I am willing to bear the loss, you see...... Whatever you can tell us, we will answer you. ”

Feng Lao closed his eyes and raised his finger slightly, meaning to ask him not to continue.

He was a little embarrassed, smiled bitterly, and waited for Feng Ling's arrival.

......

Half a month has passed since Wen Zizheng left, and there has been movement in the inner courtyard.

When Wen Zizheng was leaving, the news that Wen Huai had entered the inner courtyard ahead of schedule had been reported, and after half a month, the results had come down.

Early in the morning, Wen Huai was called to the conference hall by the principal.

There were just the two of them in the empty hall, and the rising daylight outside the window was just enough to attract them.

"Wen Huai, the inner courtyard really likes you, I can really agree to this early admission, I really have you. The principal sat in a mahogany chair in front of him, and as he spoke, he would not forget to admire the paintings on the walls.

When Wen Huai heard the result, the corners of his mouth rose significantly, and this expression disappeared in just a moment.