Meng Xiwen didn't stay long after returning to the dormitory, and a few people returned to the room after finishing the day's classes.

"Why did Xuan Lan Zhenren ask you to take care of Lingzhi?" Fang Zhi'er opened her mouth to interrupt the greetings of several people.

"What?" Meng Xiwen didn't react for a while.

Looking at the few people around her, Fang Zhi'er put down her pockets, as if she was careless, but her body leaned to this side, clearly caring. Tu Xiaoqin glanced at Fang Zhi'er, turned her head, and looked at Meng Xiwen with Lan Ke.

"I've been staying for half a month, does Xuan Lan really want to take you as an apprentice?" Fang Zhi'er opened her mouth casually while sorting out her pockets.

"No, Senior Brother Anping has something to do when he goes down the mountain, and I just happened to meet it again. But I haven't been in class these days, and I'm catching up lately. ”

It turned out that it was the excuse used by Xuan Lan Zhenren, and he almost missed his mouth.

Meng Xi heard that he was vague, so he lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand.

I don't know what I've been doing these days, but now the progress of the course is there. Just looking at the textbook, it's really a headache.

However, without a headache for a while, a few pamphlets appeared in front of Meng Xiwen.

Keep your head up.

"Note. On the other end of the booklet was standing Lan Ke, "Why are you stunned, aren't you trying to catch up?"

Meng Xiwen jumped up and hugged Lan Ke, "You're so good!"

Lan Ke's body suddenly stiffened, and he took a step back, "Little thing, return it to me when it's used up." ”

With the notes, Meng Xiwen taught himself the speed, which changed from walking to flying sword.

Ranko's notes are detailed and well-organized, as if there is a teacher in front of the class. If it weren't for the fact that the handwriting was not very good-looking, and there were occasionally two strange typos, Meng Xiwen felt that his speed could be faster.

After only two chapters, the room has entered the rest time, and the light is getting darker.

Xu was running all the way, or finally returning to the familiar environment, Meng Xiwen pinched the textbook and fell on the bed after a while.

Lan Ke, who was about to go to bed, saw this appearance on the bed opposite, smiled helplessly, and walked over. took out the textbook from Meng Xiwen's hand, stacked it at the head of the bed, pulled the quilt again, and slowly covered it.

Fang Zhi'er on the other side stared at this side, unable to see clearly in the dim light.

Ranko stood up, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhi'er smiled, "I heard that Xuan Lan Zhenren will only accept one Spirit Plant apprentice. I know you like Lingzhi, and you just happened to know the news, so I'll tell you. ”

It took Lan Ke a while to figure out the twists and turns in his words, "Actually, my favorite is the pill class. How many elixir apprentices will Xuan Lan really take?"

Fang Zhi'er's face stiffened, and she yawned, "This, I don't know." ”

Ranko smiled, lowered his eyes, and returned to his place to sleep.

The next day.

Meng Xiwen was deeply aware of what it means to go out for a while and resume classes in the crematorium.

I was used to the rhythm of class, and I didn't feel anything, and even a little free time could become very happy.

However, after a period of good time when I didn't have to get up early, didn't have to exercise in the morning, and didn't have to go to class, I suddenly returned to the previous intense learning rhythm. Even because I missed the class, the rhythm was even more tense than before, and the pain became extremely profound.

What makes this pain worse is not only the mental torture caused by Xuan Zhenren's sudden transformation into a sky-like math class, but also the paralyzing background that Xuan Lan Zhenren exerts on his body through Yun Shu.

When I came back from a trip, the spirit plant class had been changed from the theory classroom to the experimental classroom not far from the cafeteria.

As soon as they entered the classroom, everyone tacitly took out their medicine bottles, poured out a few pills, and skillfully took them.

At Lan Ke's suggestion, Meng Xiwen also learned to take two antidote pills. The green pill rolled around in the palm of his hand, which inexplicably made people a little uneasy. Meng Xi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, mixed with apprehension, and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

It's a little bitter, but it's bearable.

"Come, Meng Xiwen, you come up and show everyone how to deal with cloud potatoes. ”

How to deal with cloud potatoes?

Meng Xiwen, who was still reminiscing about the taste of the detoxification pill just now, thought about it carefully, yesterday, it seems, probably, maybe, maybe, no, see?

Seeing through Meng Xiwen's struggle, Xuan Lan Zhenren had encouragement in his eyes, "It's okay, you can just follow my instructions." ”

It really doesn't matter? Cloud potatoes are poisonous all over their bodies, and they accidentally kill people. Meng Xiwen was a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Trust me. Xuan Lan Zhenren laughed and continued to encourage Meng Xiwen.

Meng Xiwen was helpless, so he could only get up slowly and walk towards the podium. Xuan Lan Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, and looked at the students below, "You take a closer look, pay attention to what is wrong with her, I want to ask questions." ”

As soon as the words fell, he walked forward to Meng Xiwen, and he couldn't see it, the expressions on the faces of the classmates behind him were a little weird all of a sudden, and Fang Zhi'er's eyes rarely showed some sympathy.

Obviously, in the past half month, a similar story has played out here.

Xuanlan Zhenren turned his body around, looked at Meng Xiwen, and nodded to indicate that he could start.

"Step one, get out. ”

Meng Xi looked around for a while, and then carefully observed the expression of Xuanlan Zhenren, it should not be scolding. Then, Meng Xiwen stretched out his hand with some hesitation, pressed it on the cloud potato, and rolled back and forth.

"Pay attention to the strength and distribute it evenly. Roll until the whole is soft and grain-free. ”

Meng Xiwen put his mind at ease, put his entire palm on the cloud potato, and felt the feedback brought by the cloud potato while rolling.

"The second step, cut. Cut in one-third of the way. ”

According to the instructions, Meng Xiwen cut the cloud potatoes and looked at Xuan Lan Zhenren, waiting for the next arrangement.

There was a whisper in the classroom, and there was some noise in the classroom.

"Quiet. Xuan Lan Zhenren turned his body, "Next, the third step, drive." Infused with spiritual power, let the toxins flow out. ”

Meng Xiwen picked up the cloud potato, turned around, and looked at the section.

The cross-section of the cloud potato is white in color and delicate in structure, but there are many thin tubes distributed on it. After kneading, the cut section appears to have tiny droplets oozing outward.

After watching it for a long time, Xuan Lan Zhenren didn't have a more detailed introduction. Meng Xiwen thought for a moment, raised his hand and injected spiritual power from the end away from the section.

A few drops of dark green slime slid down the section and dripped onto the tabletop. It's just that with the oozing of dark green slime, the whole cloud potato looks strange.

Greenish, still the kind of bright green. As the mucus dripped out, the green color became more and more disgusting.

In the end, not only Meng Xiwen, but everyone in the room had an uncomfortable look.

Meng Xiwen endured his nausea, pinched the end of Yunshu with his fingertips, and looked at Xuanlan Zhenren with a question in his eyes.

It should have failed, after all, this is too much worse than the cloud potato cake you eat.

Xuan Lan couldn't see the result on his face, so he only smiled, "Let's go back first, it's the first time to get started, it's good." ”