Borrowed only to smell the fragrance of flowers,

Encounters are joys and sorrows!

The world is scattered and impermanent,

Only the fragrance in your hands remains!

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The last day of the end of August every year is the time for the basic school and the students recommended by various sects in the south of Songji City to come to report. Although late autumn is approaching, the square of Xiuzhentang Academy is still a crowded and hot scene.

In the early stage, there were already teachers from the Xiuzhentang Academy who went to the Basic Academy to confirm it, so the ID card was an obvious sign when entering the academy, and there was no one to send it.

The school has already arranged a break ten days in advance, and the matter of saying goodbye to relatives will not appear on the academy side. A flying boat took these original schoolchildren over, and it was also the only flying boat that could fly from the sky above Song Jicheng.

In the new semester, the school will send younger children and the disciples selected by various sects to report that there will always be more brilliance.

At the gate of the college, two rows of towering ginkgo trees stretched out their dense foliage, and the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the faces of the students, adding a few rosy glows to their excited faces. At this moment, on the college square, the bustling flow of people is arranged in an orderly manner, and only the time for the roll call to issue identity cards will be longer, and the items that should be used have already been placed in the dormitory.

As the only and first bachelor of study, Song Pingzi was entrusted with the important task of inspecting the order of the accommodation. He stood on the steps of the main building of the academy and watched the batches of students coming from the square, his face full of anticipation and excitement, some with the novelty of meeting for the first time, and some looking a little nervous and uneasy.

The family recommended by the big sect and the elimination of the basic academy are completely different appearances, and Mingshan asked Song Pingzi to come to inspect, in fact, it also made him more aware of the actual humanities situation of the academy. After all, once you enter the academy and start classes, the uniforms of all the colleges are the same, and it is much more difficult to distinguish them.

And when they came to report, the disciples of these sect families were still in their original clothes. Although they are young enough to wear the clothes of the sect, they have a haughty demeanor, as if they are the pride of the sky, and they have a kind of self-confidence that the students of the Hanmen Academy do not have.

Even if the disciples of the Wen family and the Cao family of the Shennong Sect, the Wanbao Sect and the Deng family seem to be gentle and calm, that kind of self-confidence is inevitable even in children.

The appearance characteristics of the schoolchildren in the overseas island league, the eastern continent, and the western continent are relatively obvious, and the body shape and skin color can also be seen when they first arrive.

Song Pingzi looked at these disciples from various sects and families, and some of them were old disciples of the academy in the crowd, naturally contributing to the placement of the juniors, and even a group of seniors came from the basic school, just for these phenomena, Song Pingzi understood how meticulous Mingshan's intentions were.

Song Pingzi had seen him on the day of graduation in the academy, and of course he knew that this bachelor, who was neither a student nor a student, greeted him and ignored him. He didn't mind, he just watched, like a lonely tree just outside the dormitory, sometimes looking up and sometimes looking at it.

Maybe it was because there were too many people passing by around him, and his alertness was reduced, and a small figure hit his waist before he realized that he was too engrossed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The one who said sorry in a row was a little girl whose head was just above his waist, with a ball head, looking cute and cute. Holding a large package in both hands, it was estimated that it was blocking the view, and Song Pingzi, who did not see the standing and motionless, quickly put down the package at this moment, folded his hands, and quickly apologized.

Song Pingzi smiled and said, "It's okay! Are you here to report on that too? How is it alone? ”

The little girl nodded with big eyes, and was about to answer, when a familiar voice came from behind her: "Xue'er, why don't you leave?" ”

The little girl turned her head and said, "Ancestor, I bumped into someone else." ”

An old man walked over, but it was Wu Haifeng, who had a lot of acquaintances a few days ago.

"Wu Lao" Song Pingzi respectfully bowed his hand.

"This kid has to hold such a lot of things, and he can't even block his vision. Don't blame her! Wu Haifeng looked at Song Pingzi and reached out to touch the top of the girl's head.

The little girl frowned, "Ancestor, my hair." ”

"How old are you?" Song Pingzi did not answer Wu Haifeng, but looked at the little girl who was deliberately frowning and asked.

"Five!" The little girl replied.

Song Pingzi looked at her like seven or eight years old, and she was a little speechless, and this height would not be worse than his estimate in the future.

The little girl grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and asked a little wryly, "What about you?" Are you a senior or a teacher? ”

"Neither! I am a bachelor from the college. Song Pingzi replied.

"Oh, Bachelor! You are that Song Pingzi! The little girl's face was stunned.

"You know me?" Song Pingzi's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness, and he said with a smile, "Who did you listen to?" ”

When the little girl heard Song Pingzi's question, she smiled a little embarrassedly, stopped asking, hugged the big package in front of her, turned around and ran away. The little body is like a young swallow, one foot light, one foot heavy, towards the dormitory building.

"It was the old man who said a few words casually." Wu Haifeng explained on the side.

"Wu Lao has a heart." Song Pingzi didn't ask too much.

"Her name is Wu Youxue" Wu Haifeng didn't feel embarrassed, and added the little girl's name.

Of course, this can't be a chance encounter, and it can't be unintentional, not to mention that Wu Haifeng seems to follow, such a big package, why didn't Wu Haifeng put it in his storage bag, and then take it out for the little girl when he arrived at the dormitory, and at this distance, he could easily adjust the direction of the little girl's forward or remind him.

Looking at the little girl's back, Song Pingzi nodded and didn't say anything. Wu Haifeng stood beside him, "Gao Feast invited you, it is said that Luo Jinhua angrily reprimanded him. ”

Song Pingzi nodded, Wu Haifeng said about it that night, it is not surprising that there is such a result, it is estimated that the entire academy knows about it now.

Although he was reprimanded by Luo Jinhua, he also bought the hearts of many students! Because of the death of his parents, this son should have hatred in his heart, so you must be careful. As far as I know, the Book Immortal Sect will not interfere in the affairs of the Xiuzhen Hall, and some people will be much bolder. Wu Haifeng said seemingly casually, but he was actually reminding Song Pingzi.

Song Pingzi nodded, Goldman Sachs had already drawn an isolated symbol in his heart, and the first object of investigation he excluded in the Xiuzhentang Academy was him. As for the future, Ping Shence said that under the blue star, there should be no fear.

He was convinced of this, and the reason was that Song Er also said at the beginning that there was no need to have any scruples, the future of Xiuzhen may not be realized in his investigation, but no one can stop it, and he still remembers that momentum.

Of course, Wu Haifeng didn't know what purpose Song Pingzi had for cultivating Zhentang Academy by Song Er's selective retention. But I know very well in my heart that if Song Pingzi is just a new student this year, it is estimated that he will really not care, and it is inevitable that he will encounter twists and turns and ups and downs on the road to growth. But when the Spiritual Realm was sent to the academy, it was not to suffer crimes, and this should be clear to those who have a little brain.

In recent years, not only the Southern Continent, but also the large sects of the other three continents have been imitating the teachings of the Xiuzhen Hall Academy, but they have not yet formed a scale.

Song Pingcun didn't seem to have any intention of becoming a leader in Lanxing at all, except that Xiuzhentang Academy was something he strongly advocated, and he really didn't specifically ask for anything. It's just that there are no ordinary people in the inner city of Songji City, but it has made many sects and kingdoms begin to follow suit, not that they think there is any point in this, but that Blue Star has been shrouded in a layer of depression that everyone knows for more than ten years, but will not declare it.

Cultivation without years is not terrible, cultivation without results, that is despair! No one can make a conclusion right now whether the path advocated by Song Pingcun is correct or not. However, from the perspective of the past ten years, the probability of this road being feasible is relatively large.

Therefore, no one wants to be stuck by the Xiuzhentang Academy, the Southern Continent is okay, and the deterrence of the Book Immortal Sect in the last sect ranking competition is still there. However, the other continents and overseas island leagues seem to have changed little, but the number of students increasing every year already indicates various intentions.

This year's enrollment of these students will inevitably change or clarify some matters.

"What is the purpose of your visit to the Academy? Can you tell the old man? Wu Haifeng asked tentatively.

"Old Wu, there's nothing to say. What your guru is going to do, I am going to do. The difference is that you will be trapped by thousands of years of cultivation, and I, I will have a blank slate. Song Pingzi didn't mind stating the purpose, and his proposal for the origin of this bachelor was originally the most open by Wu Haifeng.

"Then I also helped out!" Wu Haifeng was stunned for a moment and smiled. It's really a coincidence.

"In the future, I still need Wu Laoduo's help!" Song Pingzi bowed again.

Wu Haifeng stretched out his hand and raised Song Pingzi's hand, "It's all for yourself, no need to be polite." ”