Because Chen Fan actually went down the mountain to invite the master to the mountain for Xiao Yu'er, such a thing can really be said to be a great grace, and being one of them is enough to be grateful.

"Thank you, Master!" said Xiao Yu'er happily.

Because Master is so good to him, of course, it is a thing to be happy about.

After Chen Fan descended the mountain, he immediately went to the town of Bula, and the summoner academy was on the outskirts of the city.

After half an hour's trek, Chen Fan came to the outside of the Summoner Academy.

Chen Fan found that there were weeds everywhere, and basically all of them were dilapidated houses, and it could be seen that this college had been closed down for many years.

As for the reason for the collapse, there is certainly no need to ask, of course, the college is unsustainable.

"It's a miracle, it's rare to hear of this kind of academy going out of business, generally speaking, schools that teach spells are always more popular. Chen Fan thought to himself.

At this time, an old man passed by.

"Young man, you want to come here to learn summoning?" the old man asked, carrying the bucket.

"Yes, uncle, do you know if there are still people here?" Chen Fan said with a smile.

"Where else is there to recruit here, you can see it by looking at it, the school has closed down a long time ago!" the old man laughed.

"No, uncle, why did you go out of business?" Chen Fan asked.

"Why, of course, it's because of the dean Sikong Xin, he is a lazy eater, drinker, prostitute and gambler, you think, who wants his children to learn summoning with such a person?" the old man laughed.

"So that's the case, I have something to look for him, I don't know if you can tell me, uncle, where is he?" Chen Fan asked.

"You go to the tavern in town and you'll find him. The old man shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Chen Fan's heart was already half cold.

After all, the summoner I was looking for turned out to be an alcoholic, and such a person still had some strength left, which was hard to say.

However, Chen Fan has no choice now, after all, within a radius of a hundred miles, there is only one summoner like him, if you don't look for him, who will you look for?

After all, Xiao Yu'er can't cultivate martial arts, this is an extremely tragic thing, if he can't cultivate a summoner, it will be a miserable thing.

Therefore, Chen Fan felt that no matter what, he had to find this summoner and guide Xiao Yu'er to the summoner path.

Although it is said that the strength of the summoner, compared to the martial artist, is quite weak.

However, if you can really cultivate to the highest level, then the battle beasts you summoned are also extremely powerful.

For example, if you really cultivate to the highest level, it is said that you can summon a divine dragon.

Of course, this is said to be just a legend.

For thousands of years, it was just word of mouth, and no one knew whether it was true or not.

Because something like summoning a dragon always sounds very incredible.

Moreover, for thousands of years, there has never been a summoner who can cultivate to the highest level, so the matter of summoning the divine dragon is naturally far away.

"I hope this summoner is more reliable, otherwise, Xiao Yu'er will be pitiful!" Chen Fan thought secretly.

So, Chen Fan immediately came to the town.

Although this town is not big, it is very lively with people coming and going.

"Little brother, do you know where the tavern is?" Chen Fan asked a young man who sold rock sugar gourds.

"Just turn left on the side of the street. The young man said.

"Thank you!" Chen Fan said.

After turning the corner, Chen Fan saw a tavern called the Nine Immortals Tavern.

"You bastard, you're here on credit again, give me a good beating!" At this moment, in the tavern, there was an angry scolding, and then a big man was thrown out of it.

Soon, from the tavern, seven or eight big men rushed out, holding wooden sticks, and kept beating the drunk man on the ground.

Such a tragic scene quickly attracted the attention of everyone.

"Alas, it's him again, it's the eighth time this month!" said an old man, shaking his head.

"That's right, this guy likes credit the most, he has to take credit for everything, but he wants to eat everything!"

"But no, the day before yesterday, they took two steamed buns from me and said that they would give money in two days, but they never came up!" a middle-aged woman complained.

"He's the most unproductive guy in our town!"

"yes, it's still a summoner, it's a shame!"

"I don't know how he became the dean back then, such a person, even if he goes home to raise pigs, he has no benefit!"

Chen Fan listened to everyone's words, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

This person can't be that Sikong Xin!

If it's true, then it's Tai Chi, a dignified summoner, who actually gave credit everywhere, and even beat people on the street.

If such a thing is said, it is simply a shameful thing to go home.

If it was Chen Fan, it is estimated that he would have to buy a piece of tofu and die of it, after all, he is living so badly, what are he still alive for?

"It's best to kill him, kill him, save the people of our town!" a crowd of onlookers scolded.

The drunken man had hazy and sleepy eyes, and kept lying on the ground, like a dead pig, just motionless, allowing others to beat and scold him casually.

"Sikong Xin, you leper dog, you owe me a hundred taels of silver in the tavern, when will you pay it back?" said the tavern keeper with a wooden stick in his hand.

"Boss, he looks like he has no money, don't say a hundred taels, even if it's a penny, he can't take it out!" said an employee.

When Chen Fan saw this, he finally understood the meaning of a penny stumping a good man.

A summoner like Sikong Xin, no matter how down, he won't fall into this position, he doesn't even have money for drinking, and he has to keep repaying his debts.

It's such a shame to do such a thing.

"Your grandmother's, if it weren't for the sake of my son studying in your academy back then, Lao Tzu wouldn't give you credit, you get out of here, the farther away the better, don't come to me on credit in the future!" the tavern owner scolded.

"No, Boss Chen, your daughter red here is so delicious, where are you going to drink if I don't come here?" Unexpectedly, Sikong Xin was anxious when he heard that others didn't give him credit.

"You still want to drink my daughter's red, go eat!" the tavern keeper was furious, and immediately struck him with a stick.

It's no wonder, after all, for the tavern owner, he is doing a small business, and this Sikong Xin has already paid one hundred taels of silver on credit before and after, which is not a small amount, almost worth half a year's income of the tavern owner.

Moreover, although this Sikong Xin has a very depressed life, he has a very picky mouth, and every time he drinks, he has to drink his daughter Hong, which has been treasured for more than ten years, and he sneers at ordinary wine.

At first, the tavern owner remembered the old days, and still gave the other party credit a few times.

But then this Sikong letter became more and more outrageous, and he paid more and more credit, and never paid back, so that the tavern owner was inevitably angry.

And there is another bad thing about this Sikong Xin, that is, after drinking, he likes to quarrel with people, and often gets drunk in the tavern to scare other guests away.

In this way, the tavern owner was even more annoyed, if it weren't for the past situation, he would have blasted Sikong Xin out long ago.

"Boss, it's not right for you to do this, the so-called one day as a teacher and a father for life, I am your son's master, which is equivalent to his Lao Tzu, since it is his Lao Tzu, that is, your brother, then you should take care of me, right?" Sikong Xin actually quibbled.

"Your grandmother, you still take advantage of Lao Tzu, you fuck me off, you scumbag, if you don't pay back today, Lao Tzu will break your dog's legs!" the tavern owner was furious.