"Xiwen, are you back?"

As soon as she entered the door of the room, Fang Zhi'er's gentle and gentle voice came, and she walked towards Meng Xiwen with a smiling face.

"Xiwen, did you get your qi into your body today? I didn't expect you to be so powerful, I heard that sometimes you don't succeed in a day for several sessions. ”

"Xiwen, can you teach me?" Fang Zhi'er grabbed Meng Xiwen's hand and shook it gently, her eyes full of sincerity that she couldn't bear to refuse.

The eldest lady who has always been in this state suddenly did this, Meng Xi couldn't say what she felt in her heart, and carefully withdrew her hand, "Xuantong real person has already made it very clear, I don't know more than real people." ”

Fang Zhi'er frowned, "I also did what the real person said, why can't I?"

"The real person said that feeling the aura depends on personal qualifications, and it is normal to have fast and slow. Ranko was impatient.

It's hard to rest for a while, and I have to watch someone play Qiong Yao.

Fang Zhi'er didn't look at Lan Ke, only stared at Meng Xiwen, and softened her voice again, "Just tell me, I can also help you, can't we help each other together?"

Meng Xiwen glanced at Lan Ke gratefully, turned his head, and looked at Fang Zhi'er, "Fang Zhi'er, if I knew, I wouldn't hide it." I just did what the real person told me to do. I can't tell why it succeeded, and it's not that I don't want to tell you. ”

After listening, Fang Zhier collected the tears in the corners of her eyes and returned to her position aggrievedly, "It's me who took the liberty." ”

Meng Xiwen suddenly felt a headache, forget it, she will know when she successfully induces qi into her body.

For a while, the room was quiet again, and after a day of exhaustion, several people gradually fell asleep.

Meng Xiwen checked the next day's class, picked up the book and went to the courtyard. You can't make the same mistake a second time.

Be sure to correct your mentality and work harder.

Qingwu Courtyard gradually fell asleep, and the Sannon grocery store in Heming Peak had just welcomed visitors.

"Why are you here?" Xuantong Zhenren, dressed in red, was carving a hosta in his hand, his hands were moving, his eyebrows and eyes were not raised, obviously he was very familiar with the person who came.

"Come and see you!" The person who came was dressed in a green robe and handsome, and pulled a chair and sat down next to Xuan Tong Zhenren, "I heard that you sent half of Sanfei out, come and see if you are distressed!"

"How do you know. Xuan Tong Zhenren put the hosta in his hand on the workbench, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the person who came with a look full of amorous eyes, "Xuan Lan, you dare to use illusion on Yun Wang again, believe it or not, I will seduce all your disciples!"

"You said you wouldn't let me, how dare I!" Xuan Lan raised her finger to hook a strand of Xuan Tong's hair, "Besides, what's the use of taking away my disciple, why don't you hook me?"

Xuan Tong Zhenren stretched out his bright red nails and scratched Xuan Lan Zhenren's hand, and looked at Xuan Lan Zhenren threateningly.

Xuan Lan hurriedly withdrew her hand and sat upright, "I, I guess." I accepted her in, and Yun Wang was taking inventory downstairs just now, so I knew. ”

Xuan Tong Zhenren lowered his eyes and continued to carve the hairpin in his hand, "How is it?"

"Haven't you seen it?"

"I'm asking you, how was today. ”

Xuan Lan Zhenren leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "I heard that I was scolded by Senior Brother Xuanyi." ”

"What about that ghost!"

"The first. Three quarters of an hour. ”

Xuan Tong Zhenren squeezed the hairpin tightly and glared, "So fast!?"

"yes. The perception is amazing, and almost as soon as the pranayama is good, the aura is captured. ”

"Just like her. Xuan Tong Zhenren stroked the hairpin in his hand, looked at the empty place, didn't know who he was talking about, and suddenly muttered to himself, "You say, is love really that important?

"It's worth it. Xuan Lan Zhenren opened his mouth silently, raised his eyes quietly, and looked at the red clothes in front of him, warm as fire but lonely, and his handsome face seemed to be indifferent and stunned.

Time always flies, and Meng Xiwen's studies in Qingyuan are gradually on the right track.

is still always pointed up by the mysterious real person to answer questions, and at the beginning, he always needs Chen Zhang's whispered help in front, but after many nights of staying up late and reading hard, now he can occasionally appreciate and appreciate the expression of the mysterious real person who failed to find fault.

However, Meng Xiwen didn't expect that the bewitching Xuan Tong real person in the Sanfei grocery store was also a teacher, and she didn't expect that the beautiful sister who looked weird would speak very well, clearly organized, and focused.

The most headache class is chemistry class, the teacher of chemistry class is Dexin Zhenren, and everyone calls her whistle grandma in private. Because Dexin Zhenren seemed to put a whistle in his throat.

When I learned theoretical knowledge, I was fine, even if my voice was a little sharper, I could still accept it.

When I started learning how to experiment, it turned into a nightmare.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~ Luo Peng, you don't have a heart for the label!"

"Ah~~~~~~~~~ don't mess around with reagents!"

Once, Meng Xiwen forgot the next step, turned his head and asked Lan Ke beside him, and heard the whistle ringing in his ears, "Ah~~~~~~~~, Meng Xiwen, concentrate!

After that day, Meng Xiwen's ears couldn't hear clearly for several days, all of them were "ah~~~~~~.

All in all, as soon as the operation is started, the whole laboratory is the sound of the whistle grandma.

Sometimes, Meng Xiwen wonders if the chemistry classroom and chemistry class are placed in the cave for sound insulation.

Meng Xiwen's favorite teacher is Daojing Zhenren, who teaches the true history of cultivation, and according to his generation, he should be the great-master of the Xuanzi generation, a generation higher than Grandma Whistle.

However, in the early years, the meridians were injured, and they thought of various methods, and the cultivation was stuck in the foundation building period, and they could not advance an inch.

Later, Daojing Zhenren saw that there was no hope of advancement, so he concentrated on teaching in Qingyuan. Generations of Qingyuan people have listened to his lessons.

Daojing Zhenren is said to have lived a few days and has long been unable to maintain his youthful appearance. He looked old, his face was full of wrinkles, his long white eyebrows were mixed with a white beard and white hair, and he was a messy pile that made it impossible to see his face clearly.

Xu is too old, and Daojing Zhenren often confuses people.

In the first class, Daojing Zhenren sat on the stage, raised his drooping eyelids, and confirmed the names of the new students one by one.

When Meng Xi heard it, Daojing Zhenren suddenly became puzzled and grabbed his unkempt hair, "Qiu Siya, why are you back for history class again? You haven't come to see me for a long time, have you?"

Meng Xiwen looked at the thick confusion on the old man's face, and the slow love in his eyes, and unconsciously became close to the old man in his heart.

Daojing Zhenren's class is also very distinctive, especially every time he talks about the turbulent history before, he always has to stand up and untie his robe, so that the students in the audience can see the scars on his body.

At this time, Meng Xipan always had to reach out to block Meng Xiwen's eyes, "Ah Wen, you can't look at it, you can't look at it." ”

Meng Xiwen is also very cooperative every time, "Don't look at it, don't look at it." ”

Then look at the edge of Meng Xipan's palm.

On the old man's thin body, the ribs were distinct, and a twisted scar ran from the left shoulder to the right side of the waist and abdomen.