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Under the small round table, the glow sticks gradually lit up. It was a bluish-white fluorescence. The fluorescence spreads rapidly upwards from the roots, and it can be clearly seen in the direction that the glow stick shines in a series of scales, marked with a series of Arabic numerals.

The light quickly crossed scales 5 and 6, slowing down noticeably as it progressed towards scale 7. The direction of the direction urged the true qi again, the light hesitated slightly, and finally crossed the scale 7, no matter how hard the direction was forward, he finally refused to move forward a bit.

After looking at it for a while, Mr. Yang gently patted the back of Xiang Qian's hand and said, "Okay, let go." ”

As soon as the direction of the front hand was released, the light disappeared instantly.

Teacher Yang carefully put away the glow stick, frowned slightly, and said, "Xiao Fang, your current cultivation is only the seventh layer of the marrow washing stage, right?"

Direction nodded in front of the head.

Teacher Yang said: "With your current cultivation, it is obviously not possible to directly join Xiao Zhou's team. ”

The heart sank before the direction, and the heart said, it's over, it's over, and I see that I'm going to be turned away.

Teacher Yang said again: "However, I know that there is an academy that specializes in recruiting students like you who have not yet reached the level of a teacher, I wonder if you would like to go?"

"Going to study?" asked Xiangqian in surprise.

"Hehe, so to speak. Teacher Yang smiled: "Actually, it is a school that specializes in cultivating monks, which is very different from ordinary schools. In order to get in, you need to be recommended, and even if you do, it is difficult for most people to get in and eventually graduate. Of course, then again, as long as you can finish there, I'm afraid that many teams will rush to invite you to join you. Would you like to give it a try?"

......

Three days later, Xiangqian locked the gate of the small courtyard and sat in the car driven by Wan Yuan himself.

At the gate, a large rental advertisement was posted on one side, which read: Housing for rent, interested parties please interview.

However, there was no contact person on the advertisement, let alone a contact number, and it was not known how to interview the landlord if someone really wanted to come to the apartment. This should be regarded as the most dishonest rental advertisement in history.

The initiator of this bizarre advertisement, of course, is Xiang Qian.

The reason for this operation is, of course, not for the purpose of renting, but for the sake of publicity. To put it bluntly, just to let Lin Yanran know that I won't play with you, master, my strategy has shifted!

And more importantly, it is to cover Mo Qingzhi. The place where she was going to go, of course, it was inconvenient for Mo Qingzhi to go with her, and the piece of medicinal seed that she had just carefully planted before, Mo Qingzhi couldn't bear to give up.

If you want her to live peacefully here, the best way is to let people, especially Lin Yanran, think that this place is empty. Fortunately, Mo Qingzhi is still in the shape of a cat for most of the day, and whether the door is locked or not is actually the same for her.

Of course, if you go, you have to go, and you don't want to let Lin Yanran go in vain. You're forcing me to leave my hometown, and I have to find something to do for you, master.

After a little thought, I had an idea before the direction. Didn't you ask me for those two broken books? Aren't you horizontal? Aren't you aggressive? Don't you think that I am a disciple of Fat Maitreya? Hehehehe, then you have to be busy.

took out his mobile phone in front of the direction, and Shi Shiran sent a text message to Lin Yanran: "Yanran, I really convinced you." Let's talk about peace! The book and the elixir will be returned to you. On the fifth day of the next month (lunar calendar), remember to go to Changyuan Wood to pick it up. It's nine o'clock in the evening, and it's not too late. ”

Changyuan Wood Industry is the industry of the fat Maitreya that Xiang Xiang had patronized that night.

You're a girl, unless you don't go, once you go, hum, it's going to be lively.

......

Looking at the small courtyard that was gradually moving away, Xiang Qian muttered, "Goodbye, I will miss you." ”

Wan Yuan turned his head to look at him, muttering in his heart but not speaking.

He Zheng leaned in front of the car window and let out a long sigh.

Cheering up in front of the direction, he said to He Zhengshen heroically: "Brother comrade, we are making great strides back today, just to make great strides forward tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll be back!"

Wan Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Cut, what's wrong! I can't see that you're still a hometown treasure! Isn't it just going out to study for a few days, are you there?"

......

A military bus, covered in black film and unable to see the inside of the carriage at a high speed, drove at a brisk speed on a mountain road, whistling past the car and raising high dust.

After rounding several mountain beams, the bus slowed down and slowly stopped in front of a checkpoint. The PLA soldiers in charge of the inspection were loaded with live ammunition, and after carefully checking the pass, the bus continued to move forward.

Along the way, two more checkpoints were connected to Guò, and finally came to a stop in front of what appeared to be a school gate. Unlike all schools, there is no exception to the last checkpoint in front of the gate that is not too wide. An instructor who had been following the bus stood up and greeted: "All the students have listened, after getting off the bus, each of them brought their own carry-on luggage and lined up one by one for inspection." ”

In front of the direction, more than 20 new students got off the bus with the same car, and lined up in front of a bungalow outside the gate with their luggage. After the bus got off the bus, it drove forward into a tunnel surrounded by barbed wire, and the iron gate in front of the tunnel had not yet been opened, and the iron gate behind the bus had been closed.

As soon as the car came to a stop, several PLA soldiers had already entered the iron cage through the side door, using various instruments, up and down, inside and out, to do all kinds of inspections for the bus.

"Damn, is this a military restricted area or a school?" Xiang Qian muttered in his heart, and looked up at a sign hanging at the gate of the school not far away, which read: Chinese People's Liberation Army 2750711 Training Office.

......

That's admission.

This college is referred to as 711 College, located in the mountainous area of Dongyuan County, covering a wide area, with a radius of more than 100 miles of large and small mountains, all within the scope of its campus. Because of the secrets, outsiders are not allowed to enter the campus, and there is even a regiment of troops of the People's Liberation Army scattered around to guard and guard.

This is truly a school that has never been seen in the direction of his life before.

The next morning, I got up at half past five to go out for exercises, and the class officially started at eight o'clock.

In the huge lecture hall, a few rows in the front, 50 students sit neatly. As soon as the bell rang, a short instructor walked in with a stern face.

"Stand up!" ordered Chen Yongjian, who had just been designated as squad leader yesterday. Before everyone could fully stand up, the little instructor waved the long whip folded together in his hand and said, "Excuse me!" ”

Sparsely, everyone sat down again.

Before the direction, he noticed that the long whip in this person's hand was really not a teaching whip, but indeed a long whip that was similar to his own whip Arhat.

The instructor sat on the podium with one butt on one side, and tried hard to reach the ground with one leg, but he couldn't do it after all, and after a few attempts, he had to give up and sit in the air.

"Smack", the long whip in this person's hand shook, and he quickly volleyed a whip in the air, and said: "My surname is Wu, my name is Wu Kaitai, you can call me Teacher Wu." ”

The students were taken aback and sat down one after another.

Xiang Qian secretly shouted hello in his heart, of course, not for his corny name, but for the hand he showed when he just shook the whip. The heart said, I don't know who is more clever than his whipping method and my arhat?

Teacher Wu pointed the long whip in his hand at the students, and said, "From today on, I will be your temporary homeroom teacher for this pile of garbage!"

"Huh?" "Damn!" ...... "coax", and with a burst of dissatisfaction and exclamation, some of the students began to exchange ears. In the world, how can there be such a teacher who evaluates his students like this when they meet?

"Smack", "Ouch!"

As soon as there was a sound in the front, it was Wu Kaitai who threw out the long whip again, and when there was a sound in the back, it was a student who was turning his head to express his dissatisfaction with Teacher Wu's wording, and his cheeks were firmly whipped and he screamed in pain.

I saw it in front of the direction, and a long red mark was instantly left on this classmate's cheek, thinking about it, this is already a deliberate hand of Mr. Wu, otherwise, I'm afraid that this kid may not be drawn into something!

"Did you speak?" Wu Kaitai asked with a cold look at this classmate.

"You ......" The classmate endured the pain, and finally didn't dare to argue again.