As a saint, Mo Sheng's eyes can distinguish between the past and the present, and lead to the future.

But in this dream space, he found that it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, which he couldn't see through or touch.

Mo Sheng was vigilant and tried to enter the book house not far away.

At the top of the book room, there happens to be an ink word.

He peeked in, and when he saw it, he was stunned.

Just because in the bookstore, he saw a familiar figure - Song Lanyi.

Mo Sheng was stunned, he felt a little surprised, and asked, "Are you ...... Song Lanyi? ”

Looking at Song Lanyi, whose eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to before, Mo Sheng still had the last trace of luck in his heart, and he still wanted to think that this was a dream.

Song Lanyi looked shy and shy, "Student Song Lanyi, I've seen Mo Sheng." ”

What's that?

When did Song Lanyi become his student?

Mo Sheng's face was silent, but there were turbulent waves in his heart.

He heard a series of voices in his ears.

If the Medicine Saint was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, this was the sound of his first entry into the dream space.

What are the things like "you can't reveal the existence of the space to people from the outside world", "you can't show malice to the owner of the space", "you must teach carefully during your post", "the final interpretation right belongs to the space"......

What's even more terrifying is that before Mo Sheng agreed, he felt the power of the Heavenly Dao form a contract on his body.

No!

Is this still forcibly bound?!

Mo Sheng finally confirmed.

This is not a dream.

It's a space somewhere between the unreal and the real.

He paused before muttering, "Actually, I don't want to accept you as a disciple. ”

Song Lanyi stood quietly, waiting for Mo Sheng to speak.

Of course she knew that Mo Sheng would not accept her as a student so quickly.

Because...... The same was true of the Medicine Saint at the beginning!

Mo Sheng looked at Song Lanyi suspiciously, and seeing that she really didn't feel aggrieved and shed tears, Mo Sheng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"But...... What are we going to learn today? ”

Mo Sheng was stunned for a moment, recalling the introduction of this space, and his scalp was a little numb.

A study space?

Then he still has to give a lecture?

What else can he say besides Mo Dao?

After thinking for a moment, Mo Shengyi gritted his teeth, "Although I am not your teacher, I can still talk about the simple way of public loss." ”

As soon as he talked about the familiar field, Mo Sheng became energetic, and even his eyes were much brighter.

Merely......

He couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water.

"The way to lose is not something that ordinary people can learn. Although you have a talent, this thing has nothing to do with talent. You...... Let's hear about it. ”

The implication is that it is not good to look at Song Lanyi.

In the first class, Mo Sheng didn't think it was too difficult, and as soon as his mind moved, a model of a wooden cow and a flowing horse was projected in the study room.

Song Lanyi listened to it with relish, and from time to time she put pen to paper, copying page after page of notes.

Under her pen, every model picture is as accurate as if it had been measured with a scale.

Her thoughts even raced.

Ordinary wooden oxen and horses can travel thousands of miles a day.

That sounds fast, but when you translate it, it's just 41.6 km/h.

In modern times, just look for a car and you can get faster than that.

Not to mention trains, high-speed trains, planes.

Song Lanyi couldn't help but start thinking, it stands to reason that in the world of high martial arts, talent can also be regarded as a kind of energy.

Use a principle similar to an engine, and then modify it...... Can you build a high-speed rail sports car in the world of Gaowu?

Thinking like this, Song Lanyi seemed to have thought of something, and a thick pile of books suddenly appeared in front of him.

She flipped through the book quickly, comparing what Mo Sheng had said, and raised her hand from time to time to ask questions.

Mo Sheng was surprised at first, and then the deeper he went, the more surprised he became.

Song Lanyi's foundation is weak, but there is a little ...... Her creativity always seemed to be refreshing to him.

And one point, for a craftsman, or even an inventor, is the most important.

When Mo Sheng was explaining, he couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart.

Don't let Song Lanyi be his student, he should ...... Right?

At this time, in the far south.

The Medicine Saint had a sad face.

He sighed incessantly.

Today...... Why can't he enter the dream space?

For some reason, the Medicine Saint suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

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After a night of studying, Song Lanyi got up.

She just felt refreshed.

Sure enough, learning is the best spiritual food.

Seeing that it was not yet dawn, Song Lanyi put on a cyan official uniform and hurriedly walked to the palace gate.

Along the way, many officials saw Song Lanyi's expression...... It's kind of weird.

Song Lanyi naturally understood what they were wondering about, and she didn't say anything, so she walked straight towards the Taihe Palace.

When he met Yan Guogong halfway, Yan Guogong snorted coldly at Song Lanyi, and then turned his head, not daring to say anything after all.

Everyone was stunned, Yan Guogong's temper ...... When did it get so good?

It's not scientific!

It wasn't until the beginning of the early dynasty that the crowd understood what was going on.

They said that Zhang Ling and Song Lanyi had such courage to blow up the Guogong Mansion.

Originally...... It was approved by the female saint.

Then it's fine.

The early dynasty is slowly and methodically advancing.

When it was time to go to the next court, Song Lanyi walked to the Hanlin Courtyard one by one.

It's just that she obviously feels that since today, the colleagues of the Hanlin Academy have obviously alienated her a lot.

She didn't care, though.

Song Lanyi found a few classics about the Mo family, opened them by himself, and recited the contents while copying the facsimile.

Not far away, several attendants stood together, seemingly immersed in their work, but in fact, they quietly looked at Song Lanyi, and from time to time they used voice transmission to communicate.

"She has a big heart, she has experienced such a big thing yesterday, and she can still calm down and copy books today."

Someone couldn't help but sneer, "She has the permission of the female saint, even if she really blows up the Guogong Mansion, Your Majesty can't blame him." ”

When others heard this, they couldn't help but sneer, "Even if Your Majesty doesn't blame her, can't we give her a little cold reception?" What kind of woman can hold up half the sky, it's ridiculous! ”

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the side, "You look down on women so much, and even squeeze out Song Lanyi because of this." But the mother who gave birth to you is also a woman......

As soon as these words came out, everyone only felt that their faces were burning in panic, glared at the man fiercely, and left like birds and beasts.

Looking for stars, that is, the broom stars of the day, when he saw them like this, his face collapsed, and he sighed, "I know that it is not possible to tell the truth these days." The truth is always harsh to hear...... Alas, the world is too hypocritical......"

Song Lanyi heard this string of broken thoughts, and without thinking, he knew that it was the broom star who came.

She frowned, and said helplessly, "What are you doing here?" ”

(End of chapter)