"Murong Kunpeng, Sima Ji, Wan Shikang, Zhang Dajun, you can! The whole dormitory skips class collectively, come, tell me why! Let's talk about it! It's okay, I don't have classes in the afternoon, you can think slowly, talk slowly! In the office, Xiao Linpeng held a steaming thermos cup, blew foam, and swept his sharp gaze over every young face one by one, but because the height of the four people was uneven, the difference was too large, causing his vision to be wavy......

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An hour passed, Xiao Linpeng lifted the teapot and refilled a cup for himself: "It seems that you don't have a deep understanding of your mistakes, Bala Bala Bala ......"

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Two hours passed, and Xiao Linpeng pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray full of Dengdeng: "For your question, I will only say two points, bala bala bala bala ......"

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Three hours passed, Xiao Linpeng put the empty cigarette box in a ball, sighed twice, and said unfinished: "Okay, it seems that my words have deeply touched your soul, let's go here today, you go back and think about yourself, why did you come to school, and what should you do in the future, by the way, I have to remind you again, Balabala ......"

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Three and a half hours passed, and Murong Kunpeng, Sima Ji, and the 100,000 army staggered out like walking corpses.

They are all eighteen or nineteen years old, like the sun at ten o'clock in the morning, but their faces are like withered, lifeless and loveless, like the sunset.

"As the saying goes, if a staff officer doesn't have a commander, he won't fart loudly!" Sima Ji spat at the mouth: "What are you talking to us students? ”

"Haven't you heard of it?" The army pouted: "Diao staff officer, rotten officer, awesome driver and nurse!" The staff officers are all in a hurry, so let's be careful in the future! When my mother forced me to go back, I dropped the alarm clock, and then made two villains, one wrote Mao Xuewang and the other wrote Xiao Linpeng, one in the middle of the shoe-step every day, step on the villain, step on them! ”

"Actually, Lao Xiao is not a bad person, you might as well step on Lu Xuefeng if you step on him......" 100,000 put forward a different opinion, and the army nodded in agreement: "Just do as you say!" By the way, Brother Bird, you are the boss of our dormitory, don't be silent! ”

"I'll just say it," Murong Kunpeng looked into the distance meaningfully: "The canteen is closed, what are we eating?" ”

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The day passed in such a daze, and after the lights went out at night, Murong Kunpeng lay on the bed with his eyes wide open.

"Hah-shh......h Ha - shhhh......h

"Crunch, crunch, crunch......"

"Delicious! Let's chirp, let's chirp, let's chirp, ......."

Sima Ji is snoring, the army is grinding their teeth, and 100,000 are talking in their dreams, it sounds like everything is normal, it's time to act secretly!

Murong Kunpeng climbed down the ladder next to the bed lightly, he didn't take off his clothes before and directly covered the quilt and pretended to sleep, for tonight's secret operation, he didn't even participate in the sleeping meeting that tasted "Tolerance is Great" every night.

Although he was already very cautious, his height of 1.86 meters was placed here, and no matter how thin he was, it would weigh more than 100 catties.

The ladder is overwhelmed with a "squeak" sound, which is naturally inconspicuous in the daytime, and it is very loud in the dead of night.

Murong Kunpeng was afraid of waking Sima Ji up, so he hurriedly stopped, but Sima Ji slept very deeply today, and his snoring never stopped.

Pulling on his shoes, Murong Kunpeng crept out of the bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, Sima Ji suddenly opened his eyes as if he was a corpse.

Like a gorilla as light as a swallow, Sima Ji quickly rushed to the door, opened the door and looked out, and then came back and slept with the 100,000 army without saying a word, and then took out his mobile phone to edit the message and send it out.

Murong Kunpeng's goal is, of course, also the practice room, unlike Jiang Hanxue, he wants to try the "Ghost Heart Sutra".

Although he had only seen Xin'er's jade slip once, he had memorized everything Guo Yungang had just taught him, and his mind was as if he had copied a video file, as soon as he thought of the "Imperial Ghost Heart Sutra", the video began to loop automatically.

I don't know where I got such strong self-confidence, anyway, Murong Kunpeng is full of self-confidence, he believes that he will be able to practice this "Imperial Ghost Heart Sutra", as the so-called familiar reading of 300 Tang poems, ugly people should read more...... Well, no problem!

How many times did the "Ghost Heart Sutra" automatically loop in his mind more than 300 times? Maybe it was this familiarity that made him have tonight's trip.

Of course, Murong Kunpeng knows that there are ghosts in the practice room, but if there are no ghosts, he won't come, how can he be royal without ghosts in the "Ghost Heart Sutra"?

The practice room at night was cloudy and ghostly, and there seemed to be a faint sound of wolves crying and howling, but Brother Bird was not afraid for a long time, he was originally a big heart, and in the past few days, he had seen a big scene that he had not seen in the past eighteen years, and even God had experienced the five thunders, so what was there to be afraid of when the practice room was haunted?

When he walked near the practice room, he felt the yin qi here, and the red pill fire hidden in his heart burned instantly, but Murong Kunpeng didn't think about it at all, and thought it was the automatic body protection of the coiling dragon jade pendant.

The Panlong Jade Pendant is one of the hole cards for Murong Kunpeng to dare to come to the practice room alone at night, there is a Panlong Jade Pendant, as long as he doesn't meet the huge female ghost of the day before, and he retreats properly, even if he really encounters that kind of huge female ghost again-

It's not scientific! If the huge female ghost hadn't been destroyed, the practice room would have been sealed a long time ago, and it would still be open as usual?

The practice room was empty, and Murong Kunpeng walked in.

Guo Yungang once said that the best place to put out the three lights is the cemetery in the middle of the night, and the heavier the yin qi, the better.

It is really not easy to find a cemetery in the middle of the night, the nearest people's cemetery is fifty kilometers away, and this practice room is said to be a mass grave, which is simply a blessed place for ghosts.

So, let's start by turning off the three lights! Murong Kunpeng's gaze became solemn and firm, although the method of judging the qualification of ghost cultivators was simple and rude, and even life-threatening, he still decided to give it a try after careful consideration.

The Murong family, the first martial arts family, had no way to let him cultivate his internal strength, and he put his hope on the Shaolin Temple of the first martial arts sect, but seeing that the first school year was about to pass, he still didn't see the slightest hope, so it was probably impossible for him to cultivate his internal strength in his life, so becoming a ghost cultivator seemed to be his only hope at present.

As for Dan Xiu, it's not that he didn't think about it, but he made a fried oven the first time, so he really didn't have much confidence in himself.

And who knows if he'll be able to travel back in time again, what if the last one is the last?

Even if it wasn't the last time, it would be difficult for him to get the basic exercises of Dan Xiu, and he didn't even understand what the divine legend was.

A hundred birds in the forest are not as good as a bird in hand, Murong Kunpeng has a new method of cultivating immortals, how can he sleep if he doesn't try?