After dinner, there are two last classes, which will be held until seven o'clock in the evening.

The classroom of this course is on the basement floor of Boyang Academy, and it is a little strangely arranged, a little too dim compared to the rest of Boyang Academy. The soft light of the roof was obscured by a large red cloth, turning the atmosphere a hazy dark red, except for a few flickering white candles. There were no desks or chairs in the whole classroom, just some futons placed everywhere, and in the place where it should have been a podium, there was a huge bright yellow desk, and on the desk was placed a jet-black shrine, which was very huge, more than one person high, and extremely deep, which looked like a huge black hole in the originally not very bright classroom.

After a little getting used to the light in the classroom, I could faintly see some outlines in the shrine, and after a moment of closer inspection, I realized that it was a wooden statue.

This was not any god that Jiang Chen knew or a religious image that was believed in, but a human figure that could not distinguish between male and female. The figure sat cross-legged, with long black hair carved into a shawl, and eyes decorated with red dye. He was dressed in red, pointing to the sky with one hand and putting the other hand on his knees, his eyes were lowered as if he was awake from sleep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and smiling.

"What kind of immortal is this?" The fat man next to him looked at him for a long time and asked, "I have walked with my mother since I was a child, and I have walked through the south and the north to hand water to Lord Yama, but I have never seen this kind of thing." ”

He sighed again: "This immortal is too evil, and his blood is red and blood-red like a cult." ”

Xia Mai answered: "Who said that the enshrined on the table must be a god?"

The fat man took it for granted: "Otherwise, who can still provide for a ghost?" In this regard, he has always thought that he is rich in knowledge, and he is very confident in his judgment, and his nostrils are turned to the sky and he talks about the exorcism of the elders in the family when he was a child.

Jiang Chen didn't listen carefully to Sun Gan's bragging, he kept staring at the statue, but he thought deeply of the fat man's evaluation in his heart, the more he looked at this statue, the more he felt that it was evil, as if it could attract people's eyes.

After a long moment, he finally looked away from the statue.

At this time, it was almost time for class, and many students had already arrived in the classroom, and they all consciously moved a futon to find a place to sit. This class is different from the previous two courses, it is not a large class teaching, but only some senior students, who look like they are in their early twenties, half of them are classmates from their own class, and they are all familiar faces.

Among them, Jiang Chen, Xia Mai, Jingyu and Sun Qian were in one place, and the remaining seven people in the same class also automatically sat in two groups. It looks like after a day of classes, everyone has formed small groups with each other.

For example, the combination of the hooded man and the glasses man always makes people feel ill-intentioned, and the surprising thing is that the little white boy Guan Yang, who claims to be a disciple of the Wenshi faction, is also with them at the opening lecture, and the other is a classmate who has no sense of existence, Wu Guoqing.

Speaking of Wu Guoqing, this is a boy whose image and name match very well, with a popular name in the seventies, and he also has a face in the seventies, with a shaved head, and several pleats are squeezed out of his neck from behind, he wears thick metal half-rimmed glasses at the bottom of the bottle, and wears a gray polo shirt in his school uniform. I remember that when I took the "History of the Immortal Dao" course before, I was asked by students from other branches if I was a parent who came to accompany me.

As for the other group, it is also a very strange combination, namely Meng Biao, Tang Mengyao and Wang Shu. Speaking of this group, we must talk about the serious imbalance in the ratio of men and women in the immortal cultivation world, take Jiang Chen and the eleven cultivators in their class as an example, among them there are only three girls, which makes him disappointed for a long time when he has just started. However, after taking classes at Boyang College, he realized that the ratio of men and women in their classes was quite balanced, and only one or two female students were brought out of the three classes of students in many branches. In the end, Meng Biao's group of three people is extremely eye-catching-because there are actually two girls in it.

Tang Mengyao is Xia Mai's roommate, this is a lively short-haired girl, very short, visually less than Jiang Chen's chest, the school uniform issued to her is already the smallest size, but the sleeves are still long and hanging down. This girl walks like a primary school student, and carries a white fluffy rabbit-shaped schoolbag every day, full of childishness. Jiang Chen only knew that Tang Mengyao was Zhu Yuanning's loyal fan sister, and every time Zhu Yuanning appeared in the WeChat group, she would also chat with Twitter.

And another girl is called Wang Shu, a very low-key type, wearing a floral dress, her hair is black and long hanging down to her waist, and her face is very pale. She looked very thin, kept her hair down, never looked at anyone, and didn't like to talk much.

But the two girls sat with Meng Biao, looking at Meng Biao's curly hair like a steel wool ball, and his chest muscles that were about to break his school uniform, and his exposed bronze thick arms, the fat man was very angry: "Doesn't it mean that girls like little milk dogs and wolf dogs now, why do the girls in our class find another way and like old brown bears......"

Xia Mai covered his mouth and smiled secretly.

At this time, I only heard Meng Biao and the three of them talking loudly, and Tang Mengyao's tone was quite excited: "What? You bought a limited Christmas gift box for Chanel Girls!? I asked a friend to buy it for me in Europe last year, but I couldn't grab it at all!"

Meng Biao's swarthy face seemed to glow a little red with excitement, and he danced and said, "I feel that isolation color is too white and not suitable for my skin tone, so Kaifeng has never used it again." After that, he looked at Wang Shu again, and said with envy: "Oh, Shushu, you are so white, otherwise I will bring it to you tomorrow to try, and if it is suitable, I will give it to you!"

Wang Shu was a little shy, lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "How embarrassing this is, how can I ask for your things......"

Jiang Chen and the three of them sat relatively close to Meng Biao and them, and they were all dumbfounded when they heard this, and the fat man muttered: "This Meng Biao ...... How is it a little ...... gay in gay angry ......"

Xia Mai wrapped his school uniform jacket: "I feel cold when I see it......"

Jiang Chen also seemed to feel that something was wrong, as if the temperature in the classroom was indeed slowly dropping, and he couldn't help but look around.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and it was cold and gloomy, as if it was blowing through the clothes into the cracks of human bones. Many students in the classroom shivered involuntarily, and Jiang Chen also reached out to rub his arms on both sides, and was blown goosebumps by the yin wind.

The fat man estimated that he was a child and followed his family to exorcise demons, and the conditioned reflex he had practiced, and in the blink of an eye, he took out a whole peachwood sword out of nowhere, picked a few yellow talismans, opened his mouth and blew them, and all those yellow talismans burned, but the fire was a strange dark blue. Seeing this, the fat man shouted: "Oh no, I can't stop this monster, I can only hold on for a while!

Jiang Chen's heart rose a little moved at this time, this guy looks unreliable, and at a critical time, he actually sacrificed his ego to fulfill everyone!

I saw Sun Qian close his eyes, step under his feet, and have words in his mouth, and he actually danced the peachwood sword in the classroom. The fat man, who was still clumsy during the morning exercise in the morning, actually became extremely flexible at this time, and his footwork and the words in his mouth slowly produced a strange rhythm, which was extremely infectious, and the students in the whole classroom were quiet, and he retreated to make a large open space for him.

Jiang Chen was a little hesitant, and he couldn't bear to leave the fat man alone, so he sought the opinions of Jingyu and Xia Mai: "That...... Run?"

Jing Yu ignored him at all, and sat cross-legged on the futon, still holding a thread-bound book in his hand, reading it intently, as if this gust of wind had no effect on him at all.

Xia Mai also ignored him, but the girl's reaction was relatively strange, and a very subtle and complex expression appeared on her face, like a smile and like compassion, and it was a little interesting.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but shudder again, this time it wasn't because he was blown by the yin wind, but because he was too familiar with Xia Mai's expression—every time this always plain and gentle girl showed this expression, it meant that she was going to base her happiness on the pain of others again.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the fat man with a little pity, it seems that this guy is going to suffer.