Chapter 1642 Chapter 220: Ask

Some people say that there are two things that cannot be hidden, coughing and love.

But having said that, if you can't hide your cough and love, then the mountain-sized dragon beasts can't hide.

But when all wind media agents were focusing on exploring the origins of dragons and beasts, the group of business department disciples in the academy crowded around the door of the dean's office like crazy.

Many things are truly cherished only when they are lost. At the beginning, the dean arranged a large class to talk about the true meaning of spiritual practice. Many students participated, but few agreed with it.

After that, the dean stopped arranging classes, and to be honest, the students didn't feel any pity. After all, judging from the results of the first lesson, the dean said something too unrealistic.

Two months later, there are not a few people who can still remember the content of the big class, and even in the minds of some students, the dean's level is not as good as the teaching.

So few people care if there is a big class, but today they suddenly discovered the real state of the dean, so the theories that were once considered absurd have completely changed.

The operating department disciples surrounding the dean's office all came for the same purpose, that is, when is the next big class of the dean.

When they heard that Tang Luo was no longer arranging big classes, many disciples regretted that they wanted to jump off the top of the mountain.

For these disciples, Shentu Jihui, who presided over the Academic Affairs Office, could only shake his head.

Most lay people in the world are like this. In fact, they don't understand the principles of spiritual practice, let alone distinguish the good from the bad.

They are just people who blindly follow rationale, if the realm of the rationalist is high enough and the strength is strong enough, in their opinion this is a good reason.

These disciples all had the dean's major class at the time, but at that time they all dismissed the content. Is it because the dean's major class was not good?

In fact, it was just that the dean did not show his realm at that time, but today the dean has revealed his realm, and the truths that were once abandoned like a shoe are regarded as standard.

This kind of character, even if someone preaches day and night, what can they achieve in martial arts?

Shentu Jihui reprimanded the students surrounding the Academic Affairs Office, but most of the disciples didn't understand the meaning at all and thought it was Shentu's irritability.

Be irritable if you are irritable.

...

The next day, a disciple who had finished casting the soul graduated from the business department, perhaps because of Feng Shixing, the senior leader.

All graduated students will turn around on the platform after walking out of the gate, kowtow towards the gate of the academy, resign from the teacher for their hard work, and do more people, which has become a routine.

It's just that most of the time, this is a basic etiquette, just a few kowtows, and a word of thanks is over.

The teacher of Wushuang Academy could even deserve the hard work, but the few disciples who graduated this time were as pious as if they wanted to smash their heads.

There are even more tears and regrets. It is obviously a happy day for graduation, but it is as helpless as losing everything.

The wind agent squatting inside the city, Zhengshou, had no breakthrough point. How could you not pay attention to such a weird situation? When all the companies combined, they checked the identities of several graduated disciples.

No matter how little the local aristocratic family exerted their efforts, they couldn't keep the matter of Wushuang Academy in these few days.

Dean Wushuang, who had always been mysterious, was finally ascertained, and he was actually a king on the other side.

When the news spread all over Longzhou, those wind-powered forces that kept arranging Wushuang's inadequate background were so frightened that the whole Longzhou was silent.

...

Pingshan City

An Yuanxi had a complicated expression when he saw the information submitted by wind media from various places.

On the one hand, he was fortunate, and fortunate that he did not act rashly at the beginning. If he really drove the Shenzhou into Chixia that day, the result would be extremely tragic.

On the other hand, he felt it was a pity that he had already arranged the methods according to the level of the holy land master, but these designs were revealed with the dean's realm, and all became useless.

Although Wushenshan and Zongri Sect were arrogant and arrogant, they would never choose the same king to fight against.

What is even more confusing is that if the mysterious dean really comes from which family, then there will be two very bad situations.

One is that the clan that has gone against the millennium is not only a saint, but also a king who stepped out of the other side.

Or, this mysterious chief is the Holy King Yinghuo.

In terms of selfishness, this matter has developed here, and it is no longer a situation that his sky survey can control, but the holy king who has the most reason to shoot has already escaped and returned to the sky.

"Prepare to send a greeting card to Dragon Valley Linzong!"

In this situation, even if a few pillar gods who deal with foreign affairs in the court of God may not help, the most suitable ally is of course the Royal Beast Sect.

After all, there is a real pain to that family.

...

Dragon Valley, Sycamore Tree

The old man in the flower jacket squatted under the tree, and there were as many peanuts as a hill on the golden plate in front of him. The red coat was like a fire and was very full. Picking up from left to right, picking up a grain and throwing it in the mouth, another sip of wine, eating well.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have sensed something. He flipped the golden plate in front of him, and the plump peanuts turned into new peanuts that had not yet been cleaned.

After doing all this, Cao Changqing dragged a reluctant guy to the top of the mountain.

"Hey, old man!"

From a long distance, Cao Changqing shouted to the old man: "Don't hide, I can smell fried peanuts down the mountain!"

"The doll is a dog, can you smell it?"

The old man lost his color in shock, and then turned the golden plate over, revealing the peanut peanuts full of grains again: "It's nothing, it's off your debt collection doll!"

"Hehehe!"

Seeing the peanuts, Cao Changqing let go of Cao Yanran, and then rushed forward, reached out and took the peanuts to his mouth, chewing and vaguely said: "Old man, something happened to Mao Zong!"

"Eat slowly!"

The flower-jacketed old man said with an air: "Back then, you shouldn't have put you a debt collection doll up. It doesn't count if you have eaten so many peanuts from the old man over the years. Now you are bringing people up!"

"What's the matter with the leader, who told you to hide? The whole family will look for you and disappear!"

Cao Changqing dissatisfied: "If you don't bring people up, Mao Zong will be bullied to death!"

"It's good for Mao Zong not to bully others. How can I be bullied!"

The old man in the flower jacket disdainfully twisted the peanuts and said, "Smelly doll who doesn't understand anything."

"Mao Zong disciple Cao Yanran, pay homage to the ancestor!"

Cao Yanran, who was dragged up the mountain by a horizontal pull, did not dare to behave like Cao Changqing, and came to Wutong to bow down.

"The baby gets up."

The old man in the flower jacket waved his hand to make Cao Yanran get up. After looking at the deep confusion on Mao Zongzhen’s face, he smiled and asked, “Why is the little baby frowning, but Mao Zong’s foreign objects are too heavy to delay cultivation?”

"Returning to the ancestors, the disciple was not lost because of foreign objects, but something happened recently that made people distraught. I don't know how to proceed. Can I ask the ancestor to help the disciple?"

Cao Yanran plucked up the courage and asked the old man.

(End of this chapter)