Yang Xiuwen carried Li Xiaotong's box to the girls' dormitory.

At this time, the aunt in charge of the building was not as strict as in later generations, so she just asked and let him go up, which was also 306 on the third floor.

Walking to the door, Yang Xiuwen said, "Xiaotong, or I won't go in, it's all girls, it's inconvenient." ”

Li Xiaotong glared at him, which meant obviously, "You dare to go, try."

Pushed open the door and walked in, and suddenly remembered the voice of chirping in the bedroom, "Xiaotong, you are back, you miss me to death." "Xiaotong, I bought a dress, is it good?" "Xiaotong, I seem to have gotten bigger again, and I used to wear smaller."

Yang Xiuwen wanted to run outside, and he could think of the picture inside.

At this time, I heard Li Xiaotong say, "Sisters, clean up, my boyfriend is outside." ”

For a while, there was a scream...

I don't know how long it took, but I heard Li Xiaotong shouting, "Xiuwen, come in." ”

He took a deep breath, knocked on the door as if he were on the execution ground, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

He is wearing a light gray jacket bought by Li Xiaotong today, a white shirt, trousers, black leather shoes, coupled with the dusty atmosphere on his body, he looks very handsome, handsome, and extraordinary.

The girls in the dormitory howled wolf.

A girl came to him, tiptoed to his shoulder, put her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Handsome guy, what do you think of me, choose me again." After saying that, he straightened his chest, it was really choppy.

Yang Xiuwen said with a smile, "I don't dare to change it, I'm afraid that the one in my family won't be able to turn over in this life, hehe." ”

The people present laughed.

Li Xiaotong walked over with satisfaction, tore the girl away, grabbed his arm and said, "Introduction, Yang Xiuwen, childhood sweetheart, archaeology department." ”

Then he pointed to the girl just now and said, "Zhao Li, from the Northeast." That small and delicate is Yu Xiaofei, a native of Sichuan and Shu. Another Sun Qian, a native of Zhongjing. ”

Turning his head and asking Yang Xiuwen, "Do you think the girls in our dormitory are beautiful?" ”

How can girls be like this, how to answer this.

He carefully looked at the three girls in the dormitory and then said, "Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum are all different, the south of the Yangtze River is delicate, the north is sassy, and the capital is beautiful and atmospheric, but I still like the beauty of the northwest and the straightforwardness." ”

A few girls looked at him in surprise, and in one sentence the poetry of several people's compliments, and pointed out that they had a soft spot, this cultural foundation...

Li Xiaotong was very satisfied, and said to him with a smile, "Okay, even if you are right, you go back, tell your roommate, and I will arrange it." ”

Yang Xiuwen left quickly, on the way back to the dormitory, thinking back to the scene just now, he was shocked, and the girl in the nineties was terrible.

The two goods in the dormitory saw him come back and hurriedly asked, "How is it, isn't it beautiful?" ”

What can he say, all he can say is pretty good. But it's also true, several girls have their own strengths.

The four of them discussed it and decided to go out for a meal at night, and ordered a few dishes near the school in the evening, eating, drinking, and chatting Yang Xiuwen learned about the situation of his roommate.

Song Yi, a native of Xinjiang and Hetian in the northwest of the Great Northwest, his parents are Zhibian, and he works as a teacher in a local school, and he likes jade culture, so he applied for the archaeology major.

Zhang Jun, Kaifeng, Central Plains, his parents are from the Cultural Relics Bureau, and they belong to internal recruitment.

Hu Yuan, his parents have nothing to do with this industry, businessman, his grandfather plays antiques, he was influenced by his grandfather since he was a child, he applied for archaeology, and his family is not short of money.

At the dinner table, Song Yi said that he wanted to be sorted, but he was twenty-one years old, the eldest, Zhang Jun, the second, Yang Xiuwen, the third, and Hu Yuan's fourth. After a full meal and a few people hooked their shoulders and went back.

At six o'clock in the morning, Yang Xiuwen got up gently and changed into sportswear. The dormitory faces south and north and can't receive the rising sun, so he has to go to a remote part of the school to continue his cultivation.

The campus was very quiet at this time, walking on the path blocked by lush trees, Yang Xiuwen's feet moved, and his body instantly left the ground three or four centimeters.

It seems to be walking, but it is actually floating, and he has given this technique a good name - Leisurely Walk.

Soon to a good place, next to the artificial lake of the school, there is a rockery, three or four meters high, usually no one will go up, look up below, and you can't see above.

He looked around, jumped up with a slight swish, found a flat place, sat cross-legged, and continued his cultivation.

Since he entered the third layer of Qi cultivation, the speed of cultivation has become slower and slower, the reason is that the demand for spiritual energy since the third layer is massive, but now there is too little spiritual energy.

Looking at the dantian inside, a few rings the size of mung beans are now slowly turning into five balls of light, still the size of mung beans, some are bright and some are weak, earth, wood, and fire are brighter, and two are very dark in gold and water.

The dark attribute energy is more and more like a fish, entrenched on one side, and the black stone occupies one side, not disturbing each other, very harmonious.

It is strange when a trace of white substance appeared on the black stone, looming.

Yang Xiuwen stabilized his mind and quickly entered the cultivation.

There are many ancient trees on the campus, and there are more wood attribute aura, and these auras are like being attracted by something at this time, and they are going in the direction of the rockery, and then disappear in the rockery in an instant. . .