Refinement, masculinity

Lights flashed above the square from time to time. The staff sent the new students and then left quickly. Meng Ling stood quietly and scanned around, and found that although most of the people were similar in age to them, there were also children around ten years old and 20 years old. As a young man in his early years, he remembered that Duan Cheng said that the academy was held every five years, so it was normal for such a gap to occur, so he was not surprised.

He tilted his head slightly, seeing Duan Cheng squinting, he couldn't help being surprised: "What are you looking at?"

Duan Cheng pointed in the direction of the main hall: "Through that door is the middle courtyard, with a banner hanging on it."

Meng Ling looked over and found that there was indeed something in mid-air, but it was too far away, so he couldn't help asking, "What is written?"

Duan Cheng was stunned, remembering that his wife was an ordinary person, not as clear as he saw, so he pulled him forward and stopped until he was about to reach the main hall, shaking his chin: "It is said that every session of the college has to write a sentence, something like In terms of slogans or catchphrases, you see."

Meng Ling looked up, and saw a five-foot-wide golden horizontal stripe floating in the air. It was made of unknown material, but it was still glowing faintly. On the horizontal stripe were written a few big brush characters, which were vigorous and powerful: "One mistake, success!" Eternal hate.

He was speechless immediately: "What's the use of writing this? Shouldn't you write some motivational words or simply write the school motto?"

Duan Cheng shrugged: "I only know that the writing is different every year, who knows what the school is thinking this year."

Meng Ling wanted to ask again, but he saw a group of people coming from beside him. They were probably from aristocratic families, and they were eloquently talking about the tradition of this slogan. ", "Cultivate the body, its virtue is true", and this year, the principal himself did it.

The man's face was a little proud of knowing the inside story: "Several officers went to the principal according to the usual practice. I didn't expect him to be interested, but the principal wrote these words on the spot after hearing it, and ordered people to hang up. come out."

Everyone was curious and asked about the deep meaning, and some people asked if the principal was talking about himself.

The person earlier shook his head, saying that those officers also thought the same way at first, but after observation, they found that the principal was no different from usual, so he gradually dispelled his doubts. Moreover, the principal is very good and hardly makes mistakes, so it is probably his fault. The warning to us is to know that on the road of cultivation, as long as you make a little mistake, you may give birth to demons.

Everyone nodded, feeling that what the headmaster wrote was true, and then began to discuss the truth learned from this sentence, which became more and more profound.

Meng Ling was speechless, and glanced at Duan Cheng: "Do you know about this?"

"I haven't paid attention to it." Duan Cheng paused for a moment, noticing that there were more and more gazes from around him, he put his arms around his wife's waist and brought her into his arms, glanced around coldly, full of meaning of declaration.

People from those aristocratic families were also secretly observing them, not because they had any thoughts, but because the appearance of the monks was somewhat affected by their cultivation base and spiritual roots, so sometimes when they praised a person's appearance, they liked to use the term "exile from the world" to describe them. The description, it can be seen that it is not groundless, and these two people have such a good life that they look extraordinary.

Seeing Duan Cheng looking over at this moment, they intended to make friends with him, and stepped forward a few steps: "I don't know what the two friends are called?"

This is the first time for Meng Ling to be called a Taoist friend, and he is not used to it. While slandering you in his heart, he directly said, "What are your names, please make friends?" Answer: "Meng Ling."

Duan Cheng didn't look coldly anymore, he obviously liked this topic very much, and said with a smile: "My name is Ling Aicheng."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng keenly felt that his daughter-in-law was breaking his arm around his waist, and hurriedly tightened it to prevent him from breaking away easily, and continued to laugh at everyone.

Those few people could see clearly and didn't say anything. The road to cultivation is long and arduous, so it's not surprising that monks often form Taoist couples, but like Meng Ling and Ling Aicheng, they are together without cultivation. It's rare, they couldn't help being a little surprised, but they didn't show it, they all smiled and reported their names.

Duan Cheng listened to their surnames, and guessed the family background of these people. He observed for a while, and guessed that although these people were not selected into the default list, it should not be a problem to enter the first class. He is not interested in chatting with them. Just as he was about to dismiss the people, he saw several staff members enter the square, began to check the information with a list, and directed everyone to line up, so he immediately dragged his wife to a place where there were few people.

Meng Ling was surprised: "What?"

"We're going to be divided into classes," Duan Cheng touched his face, "I can't participate, otherwise I will definitely be assigned to the first class. I have to find someone to solve this matter first, and I will go to the dormitory area to clean up our dormitory. I'll come back after you finish your shift."

Meng Ling nodded, watched him leave, and stood there quietly. After a while, one of the staff members came towards him and asked patiently, "You are Meng Ling, this is you, right?"

Meng Ling glanced at the list, and found that there were even photos, and he didn't know where Duan Cheng got them. He checked the information, confirmed that it was correct, and nodded.

The staff responded and turned the page: "The person next to you just now should be this person... Hey, why is there no name on it? What's his name?"

Meng Ling: "..."

He dared to bet that Duan Cheng didn't even think of a name when he signed up, but he picked it on a whim later.

The staff member took a pen out of his coat pocket and watched him awaiting an answer.

Meng Ling was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, pointed to his mouth, and waved his hand, meaning that I am dumb, so go ask someone else.

The staff was surprised: "Injured? No, I saw you talking just now."

Meng Ling: "..."

If he remembered correctly that they were far away from each other just now, it can also be seen that the world of cultivation is too bad.

If this person knew what Meng Ling was thinking in his heart, he would have no choice but to say that he was wronged. Their cultivation base is not high, and there are so many people in the square. It is impossible for them to observe so carefully. He will find these two people because of the Cheng's appearance and temperament are so conspicuous in the crowd that he can be noticed at a glance, so he knows that the two were chatting just now.Seeing that Meng Ling was silent, he asked worriedly, "Is it really hurt? Is it serious? Can't even say a word? Shall I get some medicine for you?"

"……No thanks."

"Oh, what's his name then?"

Meng Ling froze for a while, squeezed words between his teeth: "... called Ling Aicheng."

Looking at his appearance, the staff felt a little strange, and asked worriedly, "Are you sure?"

"..." Meng Ling remained expressionless, "Sure."

"Where did he go?"

"do not know."

The staff looked at the list below, thought for a while, and decided to check the other people's first, and then come to Ling Aicheng later, so they gave him Meng Ling's list, asked him to line up there, turned around and left.

So Meng Ling went to stand behind the line, looked forward slightly sideways, and saw a row of tables and chairs outside the main entrance, with a few people sitting on them. To a small card, and then through the main entrance into the courtyard.

He was silent for a moment, looking at the majestic building with a strong Chinese style in front of him, and then re-looked at the scene over there, and suddenly had the illusion that he was a girl to be drafted.He suppressed this strange thought, followed the team slowly, and soon arrived at the table, glanced at the monk opposite, and handed him the list.

When the monk saw his appearance, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached for his wrist, followed by a flash of disappointment, but quickly returned to normal, and gave him a sign.

Meng Ling noticed that there were still 1-2 to be determined and 2-3 to be determined on the table. They should be stuck in the middle of these two classes. It is estimated that another round of screening will be required. He got the number 3 card. In other words, it was a certainty, and the difference was so undisputed that there was no need for another election. He was mentally prepared, took it calmly, and entered the middle court.

Due to the shrinkage of the space, the central courtyard is more lively than the outside, and it can be seen that there are crowds, obviously mixed with the same class. He noticed that some people were still dragging heavy luggage in their hands. He looked up and found that there are both There is no division of class areas, and no chairs for people to rest. Thinking about it, I think that the school probably wants to wait until the end of the class to take the freshmen to the dormitory, let them pack up before gathering again, and hold the opening ceremony.

While he was thinking, there was a sudden commotion not far away, and the crowd unconsciously parted to both sides. Even the teenagers who suffered from the second illness in the square just now couldn't help putting away their lonely and cold hearts for a while, stretching out their hearts. Looking around his neck, Meng Ling was a little surprised. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the young masters from the aristocratic families who were talking to them just now were standing beside him, so he stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's you," those people smiled at him, and one of them pointed forward, kindly explaining, "The selected person has come out."

Meng Ling thought of a certain hypocrite and lost interest in an instant.

The man was still eloquent: "There are only eight people in this year's internal selection list, and all of them are men. Two of them are the best. It is said that their cultivation has reached the fifth level of condensing energy. One is Feng Bai from the Feng family, and the other is Feng Bai. One is from the Qi family...what's the name, oh yes, Qi Jun!"

Meng Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Feng Bai?"

The hypocrite's cultivation base is fed by the spirit grass stolen by Meng Xiaodong. As for this Feng Bai... Although he once asked Duan Cheng to send Feng Bai two plants of cold marrow grass, but before sending them, this person has already been appointed It’s meaningless to take spirit grass again, and after a few contacts on the Internet, he felt that Feng Bai’s cold marrow grass should be given away to someone, and he didn’t lie to him, so this person’s cultivation base was practiced by himself, it’s real tough.

The man nodded: "Feng Bai is the youngest son of the head of the Feng family. He is very talented and has a rare wind spirit root. It is said that even the head of the first sect pays close attention to him."

"No, one sect?!" Everyone was surprised, and the topic quickly turned to various sects, but the person from before looked at Meng Ling and asked curiously, "What class are you in?"

"Class 3."

Everyone could hear him clearly, and looked at him in unison, with surprised expressions on their faces, but then realized that the reaction was too big, so they smiled embarrassingly, and continued to look around instead of chatting.

Meng Ling also glanced forward. Although people were all looking there, they didn't blatantly surround them, so they could clearly see what was going on inside through the cracks in the crowd. There were only a few selected teenagers chatting. He didn't care about the sights around him, completely ignoring them. He simply counted and found that two were missing. He didn't know whether he was looking for a friend or something else. Among the other six people, he could see at a glance. Arrived at Qi Jun.

The hypocrite still looks like that, perhaps because he finally doesn't have to deal with ordinary people anymore, the usual cold and arrogant look in his eyes has disappeared, and he looks more gentle and full of gentlemanly demeanor.

Meng Ling sneered in his heart and looked away, but at this moment his shoulder was patted suddenly, he turned his head and found a strange boy standing in front of him.

The young man looks handsome, and his smile has a tinge of sunshine: "You are Meng Ling?"

Meng Ling hummed: "Is there something wrong?"

"No."

Meng Ling: "..."

Countless thoughts swirled in Meng Ling's mind, and he secretly thought that Qi Jun had discovered him, so he sent a minion here to make trouble for him?Or was Duancheng sent to protect him?

As he was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a magnified face appear in front of him. The young man bent slightly, looked at him at close range, and asked expectantly, "Who do you think I am?"

Meng Ling's heart moved, and he thought of a possibility in an instant, but before he could open his mouth, he heard the young masters from the previous families call out: "Fengfengfengbai..."

Feng Bai was startled, turned to look at them, smiled, and then looked at Meng Ling again.

Feeling the increased sight, Meng Ling suddenly felt a headache. He hurriedly pulled him away from the scene, stopped at the outermost corridor of the courtyard, leaned against the wooden railing, and asked indifferently, "How did you find him?" mine?"

"I flipped through the documents," Feng Bai said, "I flipped through the pages, and then I found your photo, and then I started searching in the yard one by one, and finally found you."

Meng Ling: "..."

Meng Ling subconsciously remembered that when he was in the Internet cafe, this person waited for him without closing his eyes for a few days, and was silent for a while: "...Young man, is your IQ okay?"

"No, what?"

"...It's okay, just ask."

Feng Bai said, and wanted to chat with him with a happy face, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Feng Bai, you are here, we have been looking for you for a long time."

Feng Bai looked up at the courtyard, pointed at Meng Ling with a smile, "I'm here to find a friend."

"Oh?" The man was surprised, and walked into the corridor, "Which friend let you look for it for so long, you must meet..."

Meng Ling turned his head and looked at the person calmly.

Qi Jun's footsteps stopped, and the smile instantly froze on his face.