Introduction: Silence sometimes represents a lot of things, often more powerful than words.

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Summer evenings are a good time for most people.

Liu Wenqu likes to take a walk on the playground after dinner, and the cool breeze seems to take away the heat of the day.

On the way, you will meet many young faces, and familiar people will say hello to him and say hello to the dean.

There are small couples walking hand in hand, sitting on the lawn and watching the sunset, the stars, and the moonrise.

Liu Wenqu sighed in his heart that time was in a hurry, and before he knew it, he had been coming to Red Leaf Academy for more than 20 years.

A middle-aged man followed behind, greeted him and followed.

"I heard that there is a child in our academy who has not come to report for a long time?" Liu Wenqu seemed casual and asked.

"Hmm. Kong Jianxian, the head of the construction department, nodded, this kind of thing happened to his head, which made him really helpless.

The teaching assistant in charge of the roll call said that he contacted the past and got the news that he had decided to drop out, and now it is spreading in the college, and he can't save face.

"I've asked him to come to the academy for a few days to talk about it, children, it's inevitable that there will be impulses, or if there are any difficulties. ”

If this kind of thing is not solved well, he will be the head of the department at the end of the year.

In previous years, this kind of thing happened, and at most I agreed to take a year off from school, and after a year, I came back.

"Therefore, you should pay more attention to the dynamics of the college students in the department, and you should go to them more as a director. ”

"Yes, Dean. ”

Liu Wenqu walked forward slowly, keeping almost the same distance between his steps, and Kong Xianxian had to control his speed.

"If someone oppresses someone from our academy, don't swallow your anger, you know, Xiao Kong?" Liu Wenqu put his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed, and his tone was solemn.

Kong Qianxian was stunned when he heard this, and nodded subconsciously, thinking if there was something he had overlooked.

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Perhaps influenced by Azhu's assessment results, Zhou Zhilin finally began to teach Bai Liang to make tea after a long time.

Hold the Shak cup, scoop the milk sand, stir the tea soup, add ice stones, shake the shaker, and pour out.

Although the brewing process of various drinks is well memorized, when you take it out separately and really start to apply it, it is a little sluggish.

"What cup type do you add, and how much milk sand is there?"

"How much is the third point of sugar in a middle cup?"

When brewing, there is also a concept of measuring cup, in the encounter of more materials and less materials, the tea soup must be done in the cup, in line with the capacity of each cup type, and then poured into the cup to seal.

Zhou Zhilin was wearing a mask and staring at the side, asking for the data at each step, and only after getting the correct response did he let Bai Liang move on to the next step.

"I made a mistake again, and I went to deduct the tea coupon myself. ”

"It's a blast, pour it out and do it again. ”

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When the wrong tea milk reached as many as four or five cups, Zhou Zhilin finally asked Bai Liang to stop.

When I first started to learn to make tea, the master would watch from the side, mistakes were inevitable, and the more I brewed, the more proficiency would be raised.

"Do you think it's troublesome to calculate the data, and when you soak it for a long time, even to 10,000 cups, you don't have to think about it, you make it subconsciously. ”

After getting off duty in the evening, Zhou Zhilin and Bai Liang walked on the boulevard, the street lights were bright and yellow, and the shadows of the trees on the ground were swaying, comforting them.

"Well, I'll look at the notes again when I get back. ”

Just learned to make tea, it was still very novel for Bai Liang, but the performance on the first day was still unsatisfactory, but fortunately he was not depressed.

"My sister is still very good, the people in the tea shop will be lined up if they want to be on duty in the morning and evening, if I don't come here to open a new tea shop, I will already be the deputy director there. ”

The two took out the things they had bought at Vientiane Corner from the storage cabinet, and during the casual chat, Zhou Zhilin talked about his sister.

"Sister Hua is planning to arrange for me to be the head of Xilinfang, it's really hard to say now, Ji Nan is too good at performing, and I don't bother to fight with her. ”

Bai Liang wisely chose not to speak.

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Tan Ning lies horizontally in the plain area, and there are only a few mountain peaks next to each other on the side of Ning Lake in the entire urban area, forming the center, and looking around, it is a steel jungle, and the naked eye cannot see the edge.

Ruyi Mountain is not famous, there is no thousand-year-old temple, and there is no high viewing platform. This low, flat mountain is visited by only a few tourists a day out of curiosity.

Bai Liang stood at the top of the slope, and to the west was a wide lake, and you could see the broken bridges that had become lines, the river embankment, and the pedestrians had become black spots.

The road is far, not the mountain is high.

It didn't take him ten minutes to climb up, when an old man told him that it was already the top of the mountain, and that there was a way down the mountain behind him.

No wonder there are so few tourists.

Bai Liang walked to no one's place, his fingers waved slightly, and his aura entered the pine tree in front of him, slowly forming a mysterious pattern and disappearing.

After the chase happened, he began to sort out Gu Beilan's memories again after a long time.

He once spent a lot of energy to transform a mountain peak into a treasure land of the cave with abundant spiritual energy, and provided it to the younger generations of the family to practice.

Combined with Shezhen's remnant map of gathering spirits, Bai Liang decided to find a place to set up a small gathering spirit array, but the location made it difficult for him.

Talking about Ningnei, but a few hills on the side of Ninghu Lake, the action is too big, and it is easy to attract people's attention.

She Zhen said that in fact, the most suitable layout is still the Dangyin Mountain on the edge of Ning Lake, there is a section of abandoned dragon vein that can be borrowed, but there are several ancient temples on the mountain, tourists come and go, and the incense is prosperous, which is naturally inconvenient.

In the end, it was decided to take the risk of trying it in Ruyi Mountain and cover it up with a formation.

Bai Liang knew that it was impossible for Yun Dian to swallow this breath, their revenge would come quickly, how could he not be prepared at all?

It's just that it's strange that there was so much movement that night, but afterwards it was calm, as if someone had forcibly pressed it.

The longer it calmed, the more terrible the storm became.

Bai Liang stepped into all corners of the mountain, drew hundreds of Dharma seals, and finally returned to the top of the mountain, his divine sense diverged, and he needed to find an array eye.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and walked down the mountain, but he turned halfway into the path that was almost covered by grass.

The rusty iron railing of the warning stood on the edge of the cliff, but it seemed to be so dilapidated that it seemed to be useless, and Bai Liang walked around it.

The mutilated stele lay crookedly on the edge of the cliff, covered by moss, and half of it was cracked, and it was about to be submerged in earth and rock.

He half-crouched down and brushed aside the mud and stone, a bluestone tablet on which the inscription had long since been weathered to the point of being unrecognizable.

Bai leaned forward slightly, his palms touched it, trying to absorb the aura, as if he had been subjected to an invisible film.

The divine consciousness condensed into a bundle, and with a flash of white eyes, he broke through the obstacle and entered the stone tablet.

In the vast space, a strong suction force appears out of thin air, engulfing the unexpected intruder.

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In the desolate sword mound, the broken sword was rusty and mottled, slanted on the hills, and at a certain moment, a buzzing sound sounded, and a cold light suddenly rose up, stabbing at the figure that appeared.

Bai Liang urged the lightning to strike the wood, the green light rippled, and the flying sword was split, but between breaths, it was penetrated by the sword light, and the flesh and blood were gone.

Bai Liang's figure reappeared, the aura was agitated, forming a storm outside his body, and the flying sword was twisted into pieces, crackling and falling down, and soon piled up around Bai Liang.

The broken sword that danced wildly was even more powerful, faintly with the meaning of some kind of sword formation, and finally, a broken blade passed through and pierced Bai Liang's shoulder.

Death, rebirth, over and over again.

After his consciousness was exhausted, he was finally teleported.

At the last moment, Bai Liang opened his eyes, and the outline of a nine-story iron tower, standing horizontally between heaven and earth, flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

The divine consciousness returned to the body, and Bai Liang's face turned a little pale. He realized that this should be some kind of legacy place of trial.

He tried to carry the bluestone stele, but found that it was heavier than the mountain, so he gave up the idea and sat down cross-legged.

When his consciousness was restored, Bai Liang took out the lightning strike wood and inserted it into the soil, using it as an array to form a magic seal and connect many nodes on the mountain.

The night slowly fell, the mist rose from Ruyi Mountain, the whole mountain was full of clouds and smoke, there was an invisible breath flowing, converging, and the plants and trees bloomed with rich vitality.

All this was hidden by the night and fog, and no one noticed.

The stars are sparse and the moon is sinking, the purple qi is coming from the east, Bai Liang slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, the formation of Ruyi Mountain stopped running, and the smoke gradually dispersed.

The lightning strike wood pulled out a little green shoot, and it seemed to take root, and there was a tendency to merge with the Ruyi Mountain formation.

The aura here is half a percent richer than that of the outside world, which does not seem to be high, but it is comparable to more than a month of penance in one night.

The second forcibly condensed spirit well had stabilized, and from a high place, a large whirlpool could be seen slowly turning.

This is still the prototype of the Spirit Gathering Array, if you find better materials to replace it, depict the formation pattern, or find the treasure of heaven and earth, and nourish the lightning strike wood, this place can be transformed into a further cultivation treasure land.

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Jindu, the first medical center.

Dr. Song's eyelids twitched as he looked at the rising numbers.

Meng Zhuo was lying in the white medical cabin, with the probe heads of instruments connected to his body, and the data of his body was displayed on the screen.

After returning to Jindu, Meng Zhuo had already been in a coma three times, and this time he suddenly had a high fever, his body temperature was low and high, and his physical fitness data was also fluctuating at a strange speed.

has exceeded the limits of the human body.

Doctor Song almost thought that something was wrong with these subtle instruments, which cost millions of dollars.

Meng Zhuo was dressed in white and walked between a vast white earth. Time lost its meaning here, and I don't know how long I walked, but a towering tree appeared in front of me.

In his early years, he struggled to find a way to be liberated, and he once practiced with a master to pursue tranquility outside of life and death, and his mind became indifferent.

He is very low-key, only few people know that Meng Youde has such a son, yes, who will remember a dying person?

Meng Zhuo walked under the big tree, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, and cleared his thoughts.

The yellow and white dead leaves, with distinct meridians, fell on his shoulders and knees.

The leaves of the trees suddenly withered rapidly, and in an instant, the canopy of the trees became bare, and Meng Zhuo's aura also disappeared.

Bang!

The sound of the test tube falling to the ground and smashing was particularly harsh, and Dr. Song turned around to see the assistant with a pale face, staring blankly at the straightened lines on the instrument.

"Dead ...... He's dead. ”

Having seen too many lives withering, Doctor Song, who has been practicing medicine for more than ten years, also had a blank mind, took two steps back, and almost knocked over the medicine shelf.

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Silence sometimes represents many things, often more powerful than words.

The white two are simply silent.

He raised his head to look at the old man in front of him, picked up the teacup again and took a sip of water.

He realized that he had been negligent. Since the aura riot, the remaining power in Meng Zhuo's body has been out of control, and there is only a little connection left.

"I still hope you can take the time to go to Jindu with me, before I left, Meng Zhuo had already been in a coma twice. ”

Li Yunlai could see that this young man's heart was by no means that kind of bad person, and thinking of his superb refining techniques, he spoke quite politely.

Bai Liang couldn't figure out what state the free aura was in now, thinking that it was always a troublesome matter, and it would be good to solve it as soon as possible, so he was just about to nod his head.

Li Yunlai's Shenzhou Pass rang at this time, he frowned slightly, except for the medical center, he blocked all other news, so he smiled apologetically and opened it to check.

Bai Liang saw that the old man's face suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably, guessing that something big might have happened.

"Old gentleman......"

"It seems that there is no need, it's a step late......" Li Yunlai waved his hand, and the whole person seemed to be a little older, and he got up in despair.

Sitting not far away, Wu Kaixun, who had long been unkind, finally realized that something was wrong, and the seat under him exploded, his eyes were about to split, and he rushed over in one step, and his fist was so fast that it tore through the air.

"Boy, pay for your life!"

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