What's wrong?

Chang Yansong didn't know what to say.

Specifically, his whole person is now in a state of anger, let alone thinking, and for a while, he can't even speak.

The old man who rushed into the pavilion was Chang Yansong's grandfather, Chang Zhenhe, the old man looked at his grandson's situation, and then suddenly pulled the notebook in his hand and looked down.

After a few glances, the old man retrieved the front page from the back and looked at the beginning of the script.

He was just scribbling by.

But he only glanced at it, and the eager gaze seemed to be stuck by the gum, and he couldn't shake it off.

He didn't want to shake it.

So, the old man who had just flown into the pavilion stood there like this and flipped through the script, which made the entire pavilion inside and outside the pavilion fall into a quiet weirdness.

Unconsciously, the old man's hand holding the notebook clenched.

Like his grandson, his fingers clenched until they turned white, even with a slight trembling imperceptible.

It's subtle, but it's still perceptible.

Because at this moment, there are several people gathered outside the pavilion who are quite high-level cultivators, and they are so close that it is difficult to hide any sound and movement from their eyes.

What's more, Chang Zhenhe's movements are not small at all.

He was breathing heavily!

This made some people outside the pavilion feel terrified in their hearts. - What could make a character of the Ground Rank so distracted?

The story continues from the part that Chang Yansong saw:

Among the top ten in the ethnology assessment, Leng Qingyun ranked fourth, with a difference of two points, missing the top three.

After school, the children left one after another, and Leng Qingyun was left behind by Mr.

"Sir?" came to Mr., Leng Qingyun saluted respectfully and said softly.

"What, in fourth place, in a bad mood?" said the gentleman with a smile.

Without waiting for Leng Qingyun to answer, he restrained his smile and said lightly: "In the paper, there is a question, all the children have answered it wrong, and you are the only one who answered it correctly." In the number of volumes, there are also several questions, and the vast majority of children will not, you will. ”

"On the contrary, in the two volumes of the text, almost all the questions that children know, you answer a few incorrectly. ”

"Don't say any of this, just talk about poetry, this is what you are best at, but this time, you simply didn't answer a question. ”

The gentleman said lightly and slowly.

Leng Qingyun lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"I know you're a little cautious, kid, but actually...... There is no need. After a pause, the gentleman continued.

Leng Qingyun raised his head.

"Why, when your husband is a fool and can't even see this little trick of yours?" the gentleman laughed, then shook his head, "I know you don't fit well in ethnicity. It's true that there are a few kids who aren't very friendly to you, but there are many more kids, no?"

Leng Qingyun opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

The gentleman reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then said, "Child, you are sensible, but you can't help but underestimate the Ye family." ”

"That's it, it's over. ”

"Qingyun, your surname is cold, but I don't want your temperament to be cold. ”

"The avenue is already cold, if those of us who walk on the road are also cold, how can we go on this long road?"

"Child, don't overthink it, relax and laugh. ”

"Come, laugh and I'll see. ”

Leng Qingyun had mixed feelings in his heart.

All his thoughts, all his careful thoughts, were seen through by the gentleman.

Mr. has the seriousness of his father, the kindness of his mother, and the understanding and distance of a saint, just like the heaven and earth, which makes people revered and looked up, but he is around.

Always with you.

Even if you have nothing, even if you are powerless, they will not dislike and abandon you.

Leng Qingyun didn't laugh.

Under the emotional turmoil, he immediately hugged his husband and cried bitterly.

It's like crying out of tears for all the things that have accumulated in my heart, crying clean.

"That's right, young man, if he doesn't cry, laugh, run, jump, or be impatient, what kind of boy is that? A young man should be like fire, walk like the wind, and sit down, but he can be like a rock on the ground, like a cloud in the sky. ”

"Sir, I see. After crying a lot, Leng Qingyun took two steps back and wiped his face embarrassedly,

He was even more embarrassed to see the placket of his tear-soaked shirt in front of him.

"Qingyun, you are a good child. ”

"Sir, I will send you two words today. ”

"Tianxingjian, cultivators should strive for self-improvement. That's the first sentence. ”

"Actually, you have already done this, and you don't need to say it again. In the next sentence, I hope you can understand it more. ”

"The terrain is wide, and the cultivators carry things with virtue. ”

Leng Qingyun silently remembered Mr.'s words, so he didn't even want to miss a word.

After saying this, Mr. said again: "In this assessment, you should be the first." ”

"Although the fourth in the result cannot be changed, but if you miss, the reward that the top three should have, sir, I will make the decision and give you a share as well. ”

"Come with me!"

Mr. said, and then Leng Qingyun was shocked to find that just because of this sentence, they were no longer in the school, but came to a place where they didn't know where.

It's like a hillside.

In front of them, there was a large tree, and around them, there were also trees, but they were not too dense, and the sunlight could easily pour down from above.

"Qingyun, look at it!"

At this moment, Mr. stretched out his finger, and Ling Xuwei lightly tapped the position between Leng Qingyun's eyebrows.

Rumble!

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in Leng Qingyun's mind.

For a moment, it seemed that the sky was spinning, but in the next moment, all the heavens and the earth were spinning, and what Leng Qingyun felt was sobriety and clarity that he had never felt before.

And when he looked at it intently, he was suddenly moved.

The whole world has changed its appearance.

Around, around, there was nothing in the past, and there was a faint fog-like thing.

And recently, all this fog gathered in one direction, as if there was a whirlpool there, like a whirlpool of water, sucking it all in.

Leng Qingyun looked at it, but it was the big tree in front of him.

And when his eyes focused on the big tree, Leng Qingyun suddenly screamed.

This big tree, which was no different from the other trees on the side before, was now, in his field of vision, up and down, showing a transparent water color.

The root part of the tree is transparent.

The trunk of the tree is transparent.

The branch part is transparent.

And those thousands of leaves, while transparent, bloom with colorful glow, more dazzling than the morning glow, more gorgeous than the evening glow.

It was a bright beauty that Leng Qingyun had never seen in his life.

Even, at this moment, in Leng Qingyun's eyes, even the land where the root system of this big tree is located seems to be transparent, and this big tree seems to be not planted on the ground, but in the colorful clouds, planted in the void.

"This, this, sir, this is ......" Leng Qingyun was dumbfounded.

No matter how calm he used to be, like a little adult, but after all, he was still just a teenager.

And at this moment, this teenager seems to be in a dream.

But even if it was a dream, there had never been such a scene!

That's something you can't even dream about!

"This is the Babel Tree. The gentleman said lightly, "Eighteen thousand years ago, I planted it with another person. ”

"Do you want to know what condensation is?"

"Do you want to know how the condensation came about?"

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