In May, the acacia flowers are in full bloom.

Yuanshui Middle School, a key high school in North City, exudes a faint smell of books, which is particularly special in the cold and lonely city occupied by monotonous silver-gray buildings, maintaining a residual nature.

On the second floor of the tall school building, in the classroom on the side.

"Let's say I'm standing here, and you fly over and hit me, and then you fly, and I just move. ”

Teacher Zhang has a round face and big ears, a wide body and a fat body, worthy of two ordinary people, his expression is quite calm, and he speaks slowly, "This is also a manifestation of conservation of momentum." ”

Some of the students held their heads high, listened very seriously, and completely turned on the top student mode, and some were more cheerful and outgoing, and secretly laughed.

This expression is matched with this figure, and with this metaphor, there is a certain absolute rhythm.

Staring at the podium, looking at the calm and cute teacher, and listening to the knowledge points that are shown in his mind like slides with explanations, Xue Ling exhaled lightly, and everything was under control.

After an intensive review, the knowledge points large and small have been deeply imprinted in his heart with his memory and understanding, and he can't forget them.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

"There's only one month to take the college entrance examination, that's fast. ”

Seeing the teacher walk out of the classroom, Xue Ling took a light breath, with a sense of urgency, although Cheng Zhu was in his chest and was very satisfied with the review, he still sweated when he glanced at the countdown next to the blackboard.

Rubbing his astringent eyes, burying his head, the pen is gone, this person is always so serious.

After the teacher left, there was no noise in the classroom, and even the students who were naughty and mischievous on weekdays quieted down, doing exercises, memorizing formulas, and striving for the last time to sprint.

Xue Ling felt that it didn't take long for the bell to ring after class, and only in this short ten minutes could he relax.

Some yawned, hung their heads on their desks, and took a nap. Many men and women walked out of the classroom to the toilet, and many boys lay on the railing outside, enjoying the sunshine.

Xue Ling stretched his waist and shook his right hand, his grip on the pen was a little sore, the side of his middle finger was hard, there was a diligent path in Shushan, and he worked hard to learn the sea, which was really good.

"Xue Ling, go to the toilet. ”

Lin Jie, the little fat man behind him, stabbed him.

Ye Ling, a girl at the same table, took it away, gently wiped her body, and smelled a fresh fragrance, which shocked people's spirits.

"Gone. ”

The procrastinating little fat man sneered and followed.

The weather is hot, and many acquaintances come out of the classroom, breathe in the corridor, and between the words, you can feel the tension of the college entrance examination.

"It's over, Xue Ling, I'm going to be a tragedy, the more I review, the bigger my head becomes, I remember to forget it quickly, the college entrance examination has to be a hiccup rhythm, and if I can't get into college, my father said that he would hang me up and whip me. ”

The little fat man peed and cried miserably.

“...... , your dad is teasing you. ”

Xue Ling was speechless, this little fat man has a wealthy family, even if he can't be admitted to college, it doesn't matter, this society is like this, and his studies are not so bad.

"Hanging, I know my father's character and he really did it, I still review well, go to worship Buddha on the weekend, draw lots, and ask for good luck. ”

The little fat man chatters and believes in ghosts and gods.

"What Buddha to worship, do you see it, your fate is in your own hands. ”

Xue Ling stretched out his palm, stared at the fate line, and immediately clenched his fists.

"Alas, you're going to be in trouble one day if you're so stubborn. ”

The little fat man muttered, a magic stick.

When he returned to the classroom, he accidentally rubbed Ye Ling's back, Xue Ling was startled at the time, and saw that Ye Ling was lying on his stomach and didn't react, so he quickly sat down.

His heartbeat was a little faster, his face was slightly red, and the touch just now was very light, but there was a feeling of electric current, sour and numb, and there was a strange pleasure.

Quietly looked at Ye Ling, buried his head, his long black hair covered his face, revealing the tips of his white ears, carved like jade, the girl who had been sitting with him for a year, thinking about it, it seemed that he hadn't said a few words.

Well, it seems that the entire class doesn't seem to have said much, and the people who are familiar with him, if you think about it, there are only a handful.

Suddenly, a bitter feeling struck, in the same class group, close at hand, but how could it be so unfamiliar.

is also, it should be like this, he was born poor and had a poor family background, and he worked hard to be admitted to this key high school, and almost all of his classmates around him have solid family backgrounds and a lot of backgrounds, which is not a group that should belong to him.

At least...... It doesn't belong to him now.

Future......

He also thought about integrating into this collective, but after all, there was no practice, and the purpose of coming to school was very clear, study hard and be admitted to university, why waste a lot of time.

With such thoughts, Xue Ling buried his head for three years, time was in a hurry, knowledge became a memory, rotten in his mind, and he repeated an almost unchanged life, but his goals and beliefs were unswerving.

It is precisely like this, at least in terms of learning, not many people dare to say that they have the ability to suppress him.

In the eyes of everyone, love to learn, introverted, gentle, and without edge, Xue Ling is the type of obedient child in the eyes of parents and students.

In this class where only children account for the majority, Xue Ling is a little special, and is often praised by the teacher, but people are complex animals, and the teacher's kindness attracts the tongue of his classmates.

Xue Ling doesn't care, he doesn't care, whatever, I have my dreams, you have your paradise, how many people can remember each other after the college entrance examination?

If you work hard, you have no regrets.

Why explain to people who don't know themselves?

Only when you are in your own situation can you understand that there are some things that you have to do, and the burden on your shoulders is not something that everyone can understand.

The joys and sorrows of human feelings are like fish drinking water, and they know their own warmth and coldness.

After the self-study in the third night, there were sparse figures left in the classroom, all of whom were boarding students, except for the little fat man behind Xue Ling.

Lin Jie was ruthless, he really studied hard and the nine cows couldn't pull it, and after Xue Ling helped him talk about a few math problems, the little fat man patted his ass and walked away with gratitude.

The security guard came to urge, everyone said "oh", Xue Ling packed up the book, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his floating vision suddenly shook, and a pink letterhead was sandwiched in the physics book.

"What's going on?"

Take it out, the faint fragrance wafts, and it belongs to the fresh fragrance of girls.

Xue Ling's face was red, but he didn't have time to look at anything, the lights went out on time at 11 o'clock, he stuffed the letterhead into his pocket, and walked out of the classroom in the dark.

Leaving the classroom and walking in the dim passage, Xue Ling ran towards the dim light at the end, in the dark, people instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Back in the dormitory, the other three were busy with their own, and after cleaning up, Xue Ling went directly to bed, and was suddenly stunned, what happened?

I'm ......

"Xue Ling, what's wrong?"

Seeing him stunned, the classmate asked.

"Oh, nothing. ”

Xue Ling was sloppy, and he wanted to look for it, but the door of the dormitory was closed, which...

"What could it be? Could it be ......?"

Xue Ling covered the quilt and speculated, but shook his head, how could it be?

She is so good, as if the focus of everything, exudes a touching charm at all times.

"Alas. ”

Xue Ling laughed at himself, feeling that the thoughts that flashed were ridiculous.

Although I have been at the same table for a year, I am not too familiar with it, and all the contact is also an inevitable daily triviality, and there is no nutrition at all.

"I'm so tired. ”

His face was a little unsightly, and after a day of studying, Xue Ling quickly fell asleep.

At night, in the dark dormitory, Xue Ling lay quietly, a pale white air flow traveled from his lower abdomen to the upper part of his mind, and the exhaustion on his face disappeared.

In the dark, pink letterhead lay on the cold ground, and the faint fragrance was blown away by the cold wind of the night and dissipated into the air.

......

Kunlun fairy land, in an unknown mountain range, here the strange peaks tower, the cliffs crack the clouds, the grass is everywhere, the waterfalls and springs, and the breath of ethereal dust is swirling.

In the depths of the mountain range, the clouds are steaming, the spiritual light is looming, the eyes look at the peaks and peaks, the clouds and mist cover the peaks, and the green mountains fall into the silver waterfall.

A Taoist palace stands on the top of the green mountain, and there is a beard and hair in the open space, but the spirit is strong, and he has a fairy wind and bones.

He looked at the starry sky, his eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, endless and beginningless, his fingers were calculating, staring at a piece of starlight and muttering.

Behind him, there stood a young man respectfully, twenty years old, with red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, and the moonlight and starlight sprinkled on the white clothes, which looked very ethereal.

The temperament of these two people is completely beyond the comprehension of urban people, just like characters in myths and legends.

"When the time comes, go and fetch him. The old man finally spoke.

"Yes, Master. The young man in white saluted and replied respectfully.

"There has been a change in the 'Valley of Death', the soul demon has escaped, and this trip must be uprooted, this matter must not be careless. "Lao Suo advised.

"Something happened to 'Death Valley'?!" the young man frowned.

"There should be this calamity, and it can be regarded as training your senior brothers, the soul demon disaster, other holy places will definitely make some moves, take the opportunity to meet the senior monks and see another world, go." ”

ps: Reality and fantasy are intertwined, please follow Xue Ling with Twelve, open another door to reality, and go to the mysterious world of Xianxia!

At the beginning of the new book, please help!!

Twelve, thanks......