Yan Wan asked, "How do you feel at the Nine Heavens Academy?" ”

The first beauty is beautiful and kind-hearted, and always cares for her junior and younger brothers.

"It's all good. Schoolwork can follow—"

Nangong Yan sold Guanzi: "Because you taught me a lot." ”

Yan Yu nodded, not looking surprised. Nangong Yan didn't know that Yan Yan only thought that this was her care for her clan.

She just cast her eyes on Nangong Yan with trust, and he was very moved.

When he first arrived in another world, it was false to say that he was not uneasy, and he was still anxious about the mess of the Vermilion Bird Country in the cultivation realm. He only has Yan Wu, and now she has nothing to do with him, only an ethereal future. But the two of them only met three times, but Yan Wu was so sincerely willing to believe him.

This made her feel that Yan Yu was still the Yan Zhenjun in the cultivation realm, not the high-ranking Xuannu now. Her personality hasn't changed, but now she's more talkative.

Nangong Yan's eyes were filled with a smile: "You are very good to me." ”

Nangong Yan thought about it: "In my life, you treat me best." ”

Isn't there a master who is good to him? Yan Yan felt that Nangong Yan was a little pitiful, and her tone was soft: "The Divine Domain is very good." ”

She said in a brisk tone: "You're going to love it here." ”

Is it? Nangong Yan was noncommittal. In the ring, he understood.

Nangong Yan is not used to the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the wilderness.

But does the flood need him to get used to it? He has to get used to it if he doesn't get used to it.

The Asgard Palace is a mysterious place, and there are very few words about it in the records of the cultivation realm. Even if Nangong Yan has come to the Flood Era now, the Immortal Palace is still an unattainable place. Just like Yan Wu, for his identity, it is out of reach.

Lu Wu also passed the assessment of the Nine Heavens Academy like Nangong Yan, and when he heard Nangong Yan mention Yan Yan, he only thought that Nangong Yan was talking nonsense.

"How could you have crossed paths with her?" Lu Wu still had a honest smile on his face, but it was dazzling in Nangong Yan's eyes at this time.

"She's already a god-transforming monk," Lu Wu walked into the restrained academy, "and how talented she is, it is said that she can be among the best in the Divine Domain." ”

Nangong Yan walked in with him side by side. Nine Heavens College has arranged three or four consecutive classes of students to live here.

"Lu Wu, are you going to participate in the Thousand Autumn Festival?" A monk of the same class invited Lu Wu.

"Let's go, Nangong Yan!" Lu Wu rushed to the absent-minded Nangong Yan with great interest.

"Hmm." Nangong Yan responded, and then was dragged away by a group of classmates.

There are also many gods who can count the names of the gods, and every year there are "Thousand Autumn Festival" and "Wandai Festival", and there are so many names for birthdays that none of them are heavy. For the Nether, it's a holiday that can be taken on a rotational basis.

The flood was an era of frequent wars, but in the midst of the riots that were full of dust and darkness, there was also a brief era of peace with singing and dancing. Nangong Yanlai has been in a good time, there has been no demon turmoil recently, and it is a time of peace and relaxation.

In later generations, the flood era always left people with the influence of barrenness and chaos, in fact, its flowers and brocade are no worse than any prosperous and prosperous times.

Nangong Yan was shocked by the lively and peaceful scene of Nine Heavens City. Of course, he didn't see the excitement. He had just never seen such a united, harmonious people.

Everyone is like a family, whether it is the lord of the city or the common people. They can call everyone by name, and every door is open for guests, even passers-by can go in and ask for a bowl of drink.

He and his father also used to celebrate the festival with the people, but the grand celebration was theirs, and the people below had their own way of doing their own thing, and each swept the snow in front of his door.

"No man has only his own kinsman, nor only his son." The so-called great harmony in the world. Although he is not a thorough Confucian, how can a monarch not be excited?