A look of disgust appeared on Fairy Yan's face, she turned her face to the side, not looking at the two, and her voice was cold: "Liu Niang is dead, what do you say this is for?"

The dean showed a wry smile on his face, and he wanted to say something, but when he saw the vice dean opposite slowly shaking his head at him, he sighed and fell silent.

"If you lose it, you lose it, it's a radish anyway!"

With that, Fairy Yan twisted her waist and left the house gracefully.

The vice dean's expression was calm, and his voice did not fluctuate at all, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him: "Dean, if you really have such an ability, why do you still use this behavior, isn't it too much?"

"What do you mean?" the dean originally raised the teacup to his lips, but there was no inquiry in his look when he looked at the dean, it was obvious that this sentence had appeared in the dean's heart for a long time, and now he just wanted to hear the second person say it.

The vice dean shook his head and looked at a picture in the dean's room, which depicted a panoramic view of the Tong Xuetang, which was an ink painting by the hand of an unknown dean, and had been hanging on the wall for so many years.

"I'm the vice president of this children's school, that spirit plant can be lost, the superintendent can't be lazy, the dean should think about how to welcome the superintendent. With that, the vice president's cane struck the ground, and the whole person disappeared from his seat.

Leaving the dean alone to stare at the painting, the light in his eyes gradually became cold, and he muttered to himself in an inaudible voice: "You all want to protect yourself, I'm afraid you have all forgotten yourself and forgotten that night." ”

Wu Fan came to the high platform again, looked at the expressionless Bang Ling, sighed, and simply didn't look at her, he looked around the high platform and said helplessly: "What's going on with that radish? You'd better explain it to me." ”

Bang Ling looked at Wu Fan, who was a little restless, a hint of pride flashed in his expression, and he quickly disappeared, Wu Fan didn't notice this scene, "This is not what you can get now, naturally it's just borrowing." ”

Wu Fan was a little angry, "Okay, borrow, you wait, how long has it been since Wang Bu got the radish, tonight's incident was discovered by the dean, if he knew that Wang Bucai had deceived him, he would definitely find my head, and when the time comes, if something happens to me, I will confess you!"

Bang Ling looked at Wu Fan and said word by word: "You—no—will." ”

Wu Fan stuck his waist and raised his chin as much as possible, making himself appear a little confident: "How do you know that I won't, if I am arrested, I must say it in order to save my life." ”

"Do you know where this is?"

"Isn't it the place where the list of famous schools for cultivating immortals is!"

"Do you know how to bring people into this place?"

"I can't help it, our dean is an immortal, he must have a way!"

"You know what he's keeping you for once he's here?"

"Keep me, keep me, he's the dean, is it possible that he will kill me?"

......

Wu Fan seemed to answer Bang Ling's question in a bit of a panic, but in fact he was testing Bang Ling, wanting to learn more information from it, but Bang Ling seemed to see through his behavior, and once some secrets were involved, he changed the topic, so angry that Wu Fan gritted his teeth.

Wu Fan looked at the motionless Bang Ling, sat directly on the ground, staring at each other with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the other party, Bang Ling looked back expressionlessly, and the atmosphere was so cold.

"I need to practice now. ”

"You can't practice right now. ”

"Why?"

"If you practice now, you will be executed as a traitor by the Immortal Realm. ”

"Could it be that I'm just waiting for the immortal promotion test in eight years?"

“......”

"What do you mean?"

"You can start practicing your consciousness first. ”

After a stick of incense, Wu Fan almost lay in front of a relief under the high platform, staring carefully at each pattern, frowning from time to time, this is the spirit of the bang told him that through the visualization of these reliefs, he can practice divine consciousness.

Wu Fan looked at it for a long time, and found that he was just admiring the lifelike carving in front of him, and he couldn't see anything special, Wu Fan raised his head and wanted to ask something, and then thought that if he asked like this, it might not be the best.

Just like learning, without his own thinking, blindly taking, is far more comprehensive than what he gets after thinking about it, Wu Fan is patient and continues to observe.

Bang Ling didn't know when he appeared behind Wu Fan, and looked at Wu Fan quietly, as if he was looking at an acquaintance, very close but very strange.

The two of them stood like this for half an hour, Wu Fan returned to reality from his thoughts, shook his head with a wry smile, raised his head and shouted: "I don't see anything special, where is the practice of divine consciousness?"

Bang Ling stood behind Wu Fan and replied calmly, "I haven't given you the exercises yet." ”

Wu Fan was startled when he heard the voice behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he clinged to the relief, and was pierced on his back by the protruding place, and jumped forward, "I said you, you don't say a word behind my back!"

Caressing his back with one hand, Wu Fan rolled his eyes and complained: "I knew that there was an exercise, why didn't you tell me earlier, I watched the mural for a long time." ”

Bang Ling replied motionlessly, "I haven't given you the exercises yet, you came down,"

Wu Fan just wanted to have a seizure, and when he thought that he was indeed able to practice when he heard the mural below, he immediately climbed down the high platform with a rolling belt, not caring about the existence of Bang Ling at all.

He couldn't help but have a little rosy cheeks, looked at Bang Ling, calmed his emotions as much as possible, and stretched out his hand, "Take it." ”

Bang Ling's eyes released a white light in an instant, shooting directly at Wu Fan's eyes, Wu Fan felt a dizziness in his brain, and then, for some reason, there was a short article of more than 100 words in his memory.

Wu Fan is no stranger to these words, this is the text used in the ancient immortal realm, he has been involved in this period of time when he was studying the seven gates, but the sentences arranged in these words are extremely obscure.

Wu Fan frowned, carefully recalling the meanings and synonyms of these words, there are many words with more than one meaning, and there are great differences in the expressions in different contexts.

Bang Ling saw Wu Fan, who was fully engaged in thinking, and returned to the high platform again, at this time, Bang Ling, learning Wu Fan's sitting posture just now, sat down cross-legged, revealing a girlish and troubled look.

Wu Fan's body didn't know when a transparent light mask appeared, and a vague figure appeared in front of Bang Ling, "What, what do you remember?"

Bang Ling shook his head, looked at the blurred shadow in front of him, and asked with some uncertainty, "Did I know this Wu Fan before?"

The vague shadow let out a hearty laugh, and then shook his head, "You don't know him, you know people who are very similar to him, and he is not the host of the nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seven that you casually talked about, he is only the third." ”

"The third?" Bang Ling lowered his head, thought for a while, and tapped his little head with his little white fist, "Why can't I remember, I can't think of any of them." ”

The blurred figure gradually dissipated, turning into a little starlight, and the old voice sounded in Bang Ling's ears: "When you think about it, you have to face those you don't want to face again." ”

What the hell is it that you don't want to face? Bang Ling just sat on the high platform like this, motionless.

Under the high platform, a transparent light shield also dissipated with the disappearance of the figure on the high platform, leaving Wu Fan, who was also sitting in the same position, meditating with his eyes closed.