The fat man was unconscious, still dancing his fat body very hard, and Xia Mai was so busy that he simply sat down and held his chin to look at him.

Who knew that the yin wind not only did not stop because of the fat man's movements, but became more and more vigorous, and then it blew so hard that people's faces were painful and cold. Jiang Chen found a slightly leeward corner and sat down tremblingly.

Some cold sweat oozed from Sun Gan's forehead, and he couldn't imagine that he had just boasted about the experience of exorcism and subjugation, and he was about to fold his reputation here, and even his movements trembled.

"Bold!"

There was a loud shout, the voice was indistinguishable, and the tone was cold and cold, and it seemed to be a thousand charms, which exploded in the minds of everyone in the room.

Only the fat man was left insisting on his footwork, and there were words in his mouth, but his movements were trembling, and his whole face was sweating like rain.

"Talking about you, fatty!" The voice seemed to be a little angry, and the tone was almost roaring, as if a string of ten thousand earth reds were lit from the depths of consciousness, and only buzzing and tinnitus were left after crackling.

Jiang Chen rubbed his ears.

The picture seems to freeze suddenly, and the movements of the fat man dancing stop in a strange posture.

The sweat on his face was already dripping down his face, and the peachwood sword in his hand was still held in mid-air, and his eyes drove his head to rotate slowly.

Jiang Chen also followed his eyes and found that the direction of the fat man's eyes was the shrine placed on the bright yellow table.

At this glance, I couldn't help but be stunned: the strange wooden statue inside was gone.

All of this, the dimly lit classrooms, the miserable white candles, the strange statues, the chills, and the fat man who exorcised the demons all made people involuntarily fall into an atmosphere that sent chills down their spines.

At this time, everyone's eyes slowly turned to one place.

The fat man's body stiffened even more, because he noticed that everyone present was looking in his direction—more precisely, behind his back. He frantically squeezed his eyes like Jiang Chen, trying to know the situation behind him from Jiang Chen.

But to be honest, he really found the wrong person, because Jiang Chen also looked straight behind him at this time, and didn't notice his expression at all. After all, since he was ten years old, Jiang Chen had never seen any supernatural events, nor had he encountered any non-supernatural creatures, and he was puzzled at this moment.

For he saw that the wooden statue in the shrine, painted in exaggerated colors, stood behind the fat man.

No, it's not accurate to say it's a statue, it should be, a person who is very similar to a statue.

It was a man with long hair and a shawl, pale and indistinguishable from man or woman, dressed in an ancient style of white undershirt with a floor-length blood-red python robe embroidered with lifelike emerald blue peacocks. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and there was a bright red rouge in the corner of his eyes, and his mouth was bright red, like a play coming out of a painting. His green hands and sharp armor were reaching out towards the fat man's head.

There were a few gasps in the classroom, and the sight was so ghostly.

Sun Gan couldn't help it, and he looked back to see what was going on, but the moment he just turned around, the ghostly man behind him had his palm on the fat man's face.

The force of the slap was so hard that it slammed the heavyweight directly into the wall at the other end of the classroom.

Xia Mai beside him made two snorts and shook his head, as if he was very sorry, but in Jiang Chen's opinion, no matter how he looked at it, he felt a look of schadenfreude.

At this time, I only listened to the creature in the red robe: "Whoever brings the magic weapon to my class again, I will not be so polite!"

The fat man lying face down on the ground seemed to hear this, and the fat on his body twitched.

After this toss, Jiang Chen didn't remember that he would have to go to class for a while, and when he heard Hongyi say this, he didn't react for a while, and asked, "What class is coming?"

Jing Yu, who had been keeping his head down and staying out of the matter, finally raised his head and replied quietly: ""Guardian Spirit Summoning and Fitting". ”

The red clothes seemed to follow Jingyu's words, and continued to reprimand: "Do you know what kind of lesson this is? Ah? What is the purpose of bringing the peachwood sword to exorcise evil spirits?

This series of questions made many students in the classroom who did not know what to do stupid...... What do you mean?

It seemed that after roaring, he deflated his breath a little, and the red clothes flicked his sleeves, floated to the front, and sat on the desk.

That's right, he walked with a float, and he could see the cold behind the person, only to hear the unknown creature on the desk talking again, this time there was no eerie physical feeling, but the voice became soft and low, which was pleasant:

"My name is Red Mourning, your guardian spirit teacher. I know you have questions, so I'll answer them directly, yes, yes, I'm also a guardian spirit. ”

After that, he changed his comfortable posture slightly, and leaned his whole back against the shrine: "Every cultivator, in principle, can summon his own guardian spirit, and according to different physiques, guardian spirits have different levels. Most people's guardian spirits are lonely ghosts, some are relatives who still keep their thoughts and stay in the world to protect them, some are strangers who have been favored by you, and some people's guardian spirits are ghost soldiers and ghost generals, all of which are different. ”

"I know that many of you have already summoned your own guardian spirits, and that's okay, as your teacher, I can still make you fit with the guardian spirits to a higher level, as we all know, the higher the fit with the guardian spirits, the stronger the power you can exert, and this is also the purpose of our class. ”

Someone in the audience raised his hand, Hong Fu raised his hand slightly to signal the person to speak, and it was a small girl who stood up, it turned out to be Tang Mengyao. She blinked her eyes wide, and asked with a harmless expression, "Teacher Hong, whose guardian spirit are you?"

When Hong Fu heard this question, he seemed to be stunned, and his already lowered eyelids almost covered the entire eye, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He was heard replying in a very low voice: "My master...... It's been years since the immortals died. ”

This sentence was very sad, and the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Tang Mengyao seemed to feel that she had said the wrong thing, she didn't stand or sit, and her tone returned to normal after being silent for a long time: "Okay, you sit down." In short, a guardian spirit without a master is like a motherless child who has nowhere to live until the next master is found. But I'm different, Boyang Academy made this for me," he pointed to the shrine beside him: "Just to invite me to teach, I can say without humility that I am the only guardian spirit in this world who serves as a teacher." ”

He raised his eyes again and seemed to bend the corners of his mouth a little proudly: "It is a great honor for you to be my student." ”

The teacher seemed a little immodest...... Jiang Chen secretly slandered himself, but Boyang Academy's approach could be regarded as ingenious, after all, what human could know themselves better than the guardian spirit itself?

"Let's briefly talk about what is guardian spirit summoning, the so-called guardian spirit summoning is to convey your needs to the underworld through special magic circles and formulas. The underworld here does not refer to the underworld, but to the place where all ghosts and demons live, some souls wander on the back side of the world, and some ghosts and demons survive in the dry forests of Yin Mountain. ”

As if he was worried that everyone wouldn't understand, he continued: "To put it simply, stick your resume in a place where all ghosts can see it, and if anyone has a crush on you, and if it matches your 'spirit' band very well, they will follow you and protect you, and at the same time you have to help them fulfill their wishes and try to bring you closer to each other." After all, if the Guardian Spirit doesn't have enough favorability, it's not uncommon for them to abandon you every minute. ”

was originally a crazy and cool guardian spirit, but after being explained by the teacher, it looked very down-to-earth, just like looking for a partner in the blind date corner...... Read each other's profiles first, then meet, and then date or something.

The red mourner on the stage clapped his hands, jumped off the desk, and "stood" on the ground with his feet hanging in the air: "Don't talk nonsense, don't you all have textbooks?" It has a summoning circle and a mantra written on it, and it is not a particularly difficult spell, you are divided into several groups, draw a formation in each group, and try to summon." After that, he reached into the shrine and took out a small wine jug, brought it to his lips and took a sip: "Don't be afraid, try boldly, I'll cover you if there's something, go ahead." ”

Then he waved his hand, with an expression not to disturb my drinking.

Very crude teaching methods, and very violent curriculum development...... Jiang Chen hadn't even figured out what the guardian spirit was, so he began to ask them to do it.

Jingyu has always been the material of the three good students, and he has already opened the book and drawn a formation on the ground with chalk according to the above appearance. Xia Mai took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began to make auxiliary charms. Jiang Chen felt as if these two people didn't need their help at all, so he simply opened the book and familiarized himself with the "mantra" that Hong Fu said, and tried not to do too bad for a while.

According to the teacher, everyone summons a different guardian spirit, and the things summoned are equivalent to "falling in love" with themselves, so if the summoned is a very weak imp, or a guy who looks ugly, wouldn't it be very shameless......

"Hey, the fat man over there!" Hong Fu sat back on the desk at some point, this time in a more lazy posture, squinting at the fat man who was still lying motionless in the corner: "Find a group by yourself, don't wait for me to help you." ”

The fat man, who was originally pretending to be dead on the ground, bounced up from the ground as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he didn't dare to look at the red mourner, and trotted towards Jiang Chen and them with a white face.

Jiang Chen felt sorry for him, and he intended to disperse the teacher in the first class, and he didn't know if he would fail the final exam......