Refinement, masculinity

Only a small part of the freshmen have cultivation bases, and most of the rest are ordinary people. Five of the eight selected youngsters alone have no cultivation bases. In Duan Cheng's words, those children from aristocratic families just started early. The key still depends on aptitude. If the same amount of time is spent on those five youngsters, their current cultivation must be stronger than them, so they will be selected as internal candidates. Meng Ling nodded and asked one more question: "Hefeng Where's Bai Qi Junbi?"

Duan Cheng thought for a while, and answered pertinently: "I guess they won't be able to reach Feng Bai's level. Although that kid is a bit careless, his talent is indeed high. As for Qi Jun...he has eaten spirit grass, but I think he should eat it." Not many, and I don't know who is higher and who is lower."

Meng Ling was startled: "You mean that Qi Jun is actually pretty good?"

"I just have this feeling. He has strong self-control, neither greedy nor aggressive, so he won't eat too many spiritual herbs, and it's easy to be seen if he eats too much. He shouldn't be that stupid," Duan Cheng Touching his nose, "But I haven't probed his spiritual root, so it's hard to say exactly how, but one thing is for sure, if he doesn't eat, he can still enter the first class, and he may even be selected for internal selection. Who knows what he is thinking?" What."

Meng Ling responded and didn't ask any more questions. During this period of time, he and Qi Jun would occasionally run into each other, and the two of them nodded to each other to say hello, and there was no other exchange, as if they had just met each other not long ago. After observation, he found that Qi Jun practiced harder than ordinary people, no different from a positive and outstanding student, and he didn't seem like a person who would take shortcuts, which made him a little confused about this person.

"It's okay, daughter-in-law." Duan Cheng glanced at him, threw him into his arms, and kissed his neck by the way, "If he dares to trouble you, I'll help you deal with him."

Meng Ling pressed his face and pushed him away, adjusted his posture, straightened his spine, straightened his head and neck, and continued to meditate, thinking that as long as he didn't mess with him, he had nothing to do with being a hypocrite.

He closed his eyes, pressed his tongue against his palate, took a deep breath, and quickly settled down.

Because there are not many freshmen who have not cultivated, the meditation arranged by the school takes up a large part of the curriculum. Almost half of the time they sit cross-legged in order to lay a good foundation. This kind of practice is boring. At the beginning, everyone Quite complaining, especially girls, moaning and sighing all day long.

After a period of time, Qiao Xiaolu, the beautiful girl in the class who devoted herself to pursuing longevity and vowed to piss the white lotus to death, finally got angry, and jumped up, stepped on the stool, and pointed at them domineeringly: "Stupid women, think about your Face, think about so many handsome guys in the cultivation world, you can choose whether you continue to meditate or get wrinkles. I have to remind you that we are in the third class, and there are still so many girls in the first two classes. If you don’t practice, you will wait. Let them rob men!"

She paused slightly, pointed at Duan Cheng and Meng Ling, and said solemnly: "And we not only have to fight with women, but also with men. Sisters, the situation is already very serious. For our beautiful face, Hurry up for the handsome guy!"

All the girls were enlightened in an instant, as if they had been beaten to the bone, and they practiced more fiercely than anyone else, which made the people in the first two classes look sideways, and even Teacher Wang felt extremely relieved.

Regarding the relationship between Duan Cheng and Meng Ling, everyone had different reactions, but ever since they heard the children of those aristocratic families say that this kind of thing is normal in the cultivation world, they silently refreshed their worldview and followed suit, Duan Cheng I am very satisfied with this, whenever I have the opportunity, I will show my affection in public, eat tofu openly, and wish to let the whole world know that this is his daughter-in-law.

Meng Ling was very clear about his little care, but he didn't say anything, and he knew it when he thought about it. As far as the current way of getting along with them, eating and sleeping together, no one would believe him even if he explained it, let alone like the Duan family. As he said, he lacked confidence.

Since the meeting, from initial suspicion to trust, he found that he really doesn't hate Duan Cheng's intimacy, and even recently he often has the illusion that they are actually dating, but he has to be busy practicing, so he doesn't have time to think about it These things, I decided to let nature take its course.

Duan Cheng was pushed aside by his daughter-in-law, came back quickly, and then saw that he was going to meditate again, he was suddenly sad, and resigned to his fate to accompany him.

This is a small corridor in the courtyard where the classroom is located. The light-colored tulle is tied by ropes on the surrounding logs, and the hem is gently raised in the breeze, which is very beautiful. There are soft cushions for people to meditate on.

At this time, it has been a month since the start of school, and everyone in class three can more or less feel the fluctuation of qi, but Meng Ling has already cultivated. After visiting several times, it was confirmed that it was a weak spiritual root. They were shocked at the moment. After thinking about it, everyone thought that this was the person with extremely high enlightenment in the legend. For a while, Meng Ling's reputation soared, and it was widely spread. We all know that there is a student in class 3, although his spiritual root is not good, but his comprehension is extremely high, even better than the students in class 1.

Among the crowd, only Duan Ze, Qi Jun, and the senior officials of the college were the most calm. They were not surprised by Meng Ling's little cultivation, but two words flashed in their hearts by coincidence: double cultivation.

Of course, if they knew that the two of them were simply sleeping under the covers, they wondered if they would be so peaceful.

Duan Cheng was obediently guarding his wife in the corridor, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that everyone came back after a short rest, and knew that the meditation was about to start again, everyone's meditation was deep or shallow, if the meditation was too deep, it would be dangerous to the outside world There is basically no resistance, the college obviously understands this, so when the students meditate, there will always be multiple teachers guarding them, but Duan Cheng is still worried, if it is not because he is afraid of being exposed, he can't wait to put several layers of restrictions on his daughter-in-law. good.

He looked at the time and found that there were still two hours before the end, so he also sat facing south, closed his eyes and meditated. In order to protect his wife at any time, he usually would not meditate too deeply, but this time he vaguely sensed a spiritual pulse, Without knowing it, he fell into a god.

Meng Ling exhaled slowly, feeling comfortable all over, slowly opened his eyes, and found that there was no consistent line of sight, no familiar voice of daughter-in-law, and no hug, so he turned his head in amazement, wondering if someone had changed his sex?

Duan Cheng was closing his eyes, his face was calm, and he was handsome.

It was the first time Meng Ling saw him meditating, and he was taken aback for a while, staring carefully for a while, and had to admit that this man's life is really good, but the premise is that he doesn't make mistakes and doesn't have convulsions.

As time passed, everyone in the class woke up one after another, but Duan Cheng still didn't wake up.

The monitor couldn't help but stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "The next session is herbal medicine class, and the class starts in half an hour. Wake him up?"

Meng Ling thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, you go in first, I'll wait."

The squad leader responded, turned and left.

Meng Ling waited for another half an hour, only to hear the class bell ringing in the distance, but the people beside him were still motionless. He sat quietly, obviously not intending to leave.

The teacher outside the corridor has been watching, and persuaded: "Go to class, we are here, nothing will happen."

Meng Ling was silent for a moment, and was about to speak, but heard a lazy voice: "Let's all go, I will protect him next time."

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, only to see Duan Ze walking in slowly. He didn't wear the shirt and jeans for the opening ceremony, but a large, soft white robe with patterns embroidered on the neckline, which made him even more monstrous.

Duan Ze looked at Meng Ling with a smile, sized him up a few times, motioned him to get up, then waved his hand, and quickly set up a barrier: "It's done."

He waved his hand to let everyone leave, looked at his younger brother, and smiled sinisterly, his cultivation level is higher than Duan Cheng's, so the latter will never be able to get rid of the restraint, when he wakes up and finds that his wife is gone, that face must be pretty, He decided to pretend to forget about it and explain it to him at night. He looked at Meng Ling and said, "Let's go to class."

Meng Ling subconsciously asked, "... us?"

Duan Ze smiled and hummed: "I suddenly remembered today that I seem to be the teacher here, so I came to teach you."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Ze hooked his fingers and smiled monstrously: "Come on, call me Second Brother."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng finally ran the spiritual energy for a week, feeling extremely comfortable, and his cultivation level had unknowingly risen to a level. He slowly opened his eyes, and instantly saw his perverted second brother standing in front of his wife with a smile on his face. In the past, he slapped the barrier: "Untie it for me!"

Meng Ling couldn't hear the movement inside, but at such a close distance, he immediately noticed Duan Cheng: "He's awake."

"I didn't wake up," Duan Ze moved his fingers so that Duan Cheng could hear the voices outside, and explained with a smile, "This is an illusion created by your second brother and me. Do you think it's realistic?"

Meng Ling: "..."

"Fantasy you big-headed ghost!" Duan Cheng was so angry that he scratched the wall angrily, "Let me out!"

Duan Ze reminded: "Let's go, class is over."

"..." Meng Ling looked at Duan Cheng silently. The latter looked at him dryly, very sad. He had no doubt that if he really left, this person would squat beside him pitifully for at least the next three days. , looking at him lightly with accusing eyes, maybe he will do some outrageous things.

He suddenly had a headache and resigned to his fate: "Second brother, you can untie it."

Only then was Duan Ze satisfied, waved his hand, and quickly lifted the restriction.

Duan Cheng rushed out immediately, hugged his wife, moved two meters to the side, and looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing here?"

Duan Ze didn't answer, turned around and left.

Duan Cheng watched him enter the classroom of his class, and then there was a loud scream from there, and he was in a mess: "What's going on? He wants to teach us?"

"Ah."

Duan Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, he was speechless, silent for a long time, he reluctantly dragged his daughter-in-law over slowly.

Duan Ze stood on the podium and glanced at him: "Your name is Ling Aicheng, right?"

"……Um."

"It's an ugly name."

"...I am willing!"

"It's up to you," Duan Ze lifted his chin and ordered lazily, "I forgot to bring my textbooks and herbs, go and get them for me."

"..." Duan Cheng said, "You come to class and don't know how to take things?!"

"do you have any opinion?"

Duan Cheng was silent for a moment, then left angrily.

Meng Ling glanced at them expressionlessly, then calmly walked to the seat and sat down.

The children of the aristocratic family in the class thought that Duan Ze must not like Ling Aicheng, so they made things difficult for him on purpose. Everyone looked at each other, and they all looked at Duan Ze, with the words clearly written in their eyes: Please dislike him.

Duan Cheng came back quickly, put the textbooks and herbs aside on the table, went back to sit down humming, and took his daughter-in-law's hand to seek comfort silently.

Duan Ze opened the textbook and said without raising his head, "Don't fall in love in my class."

Duan Cheng: "..."

"Ok?"

Duan Cheng let go angrily.

Although everyone in the class wished that the time could be longer, this class was still very fast. They had no choice but to watch Duan Ze leave reluctantly. Then the classroom was quiet for a few seconds, and the pot exploded. Soon the news that Duan Ze came to teach the third class will spread everywhere.

Duan Cheng endured his internal injuries, hugged his wife for a while, and then accompanied him to dinner.

He knows his second elder brother well. Although this person promised his father to come over, he is absolutely not interested in dealing with a bunch of children. Besides, this person is Lei Lingen. The school can't find anyone with the same spiritual root as him. He doesn't need to teach something related to attributes. As for spells, as for those basic things, he doesn't bother to teach them at all, which is why he hasn't seen anyone for a month after the first semester, so he feels that even if the second brother took a class for the first time, he will definitely not show up again after that, so when the next After he bumped into Duan Ze non-stop for a long time, he even had the illusion of the end of the world.

The whole academy knows that Duan Ze likes to teach the third class. He goes to the third class for meditation, the third class for herbal medicine, and even the third class for swordsmanship. All the people in the first and second classes stare at them with envy and hatred, but Someone soon raised doubts, could it be that Duan Ze has taken a fancy to someone from the third class?Everyone was shocked for a moment, and after some inquiries, they found that Duan Ze liked to embarrass a student, so the news that Duan Ze liked Ling Aicheng spread like wildfire.

"..." Duan Cheng said, "This is so fucking disgusting! Who passed it on?!"

No one paid any attention to his protest, because the crowd simply didn't have the energy to speak.Although Duan Ze looked unreliable, he was very strict with the students. The people in the third class were exhausted, but there was no complaint. Duan Ze is the apprentice of the master, and not everyone has the opportunity to be taught by him. Yes, so the stricter Duan Ze is, the higher their fighting spirit will be.

Duan Cheng couldn't take it anymore, rushed to him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?!"

"I'm a teacher anyway. If I don't teach you, I will be disgusted by the school's senior management."

"..." Duan Cheng said, "Are you still afraid of being rejected?!"

Duan Ze just smiled and said nothing.

"...Okay," Duan Cheng said, "Even so, you don't have to just stare at our class! You've been staring at us for a month!"

Duan Ze shook his finger at him: "No, I haven't been having a good time recently, so I don't want to make you too happy."

Duan Cheng: "..."

"You'd better shut up, or I'll increase your dose."

"..." Duan Cheng silently squatted on the ground with a small wooden sword and drew circles.

Duan Ze looked at them for a while, and ordered: "Try to concentrate the spiritual energy on the sword and swing it out, so that you can experience your own attributes."

Everyone became interested when they heard the words, and began to implement it seriously, and soon felt the difference from the sword energy they swung. The fire spirit root was a ball of hot air, the ice spirit root was a cloud of cold air, and the water spirit root was a cloud of cold air. Moisture, although not very obvious, but everyone is very happy.

Duan Cheng ran to his wife: "Use all your spiritual power, let me see how strong the wind you are blowing now."

Meng Ling nodded, concentrated on mobilizing the breath in his body, transported them to the sword, and then swung it hard.

Suddenly, a fierce wind came straight at him, Duan Cheng's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to build a barrier, but then he thought that he had no cultivation base, so he quickly dodged, the wind passed him and rushed towards the person behind him. There was only a click in my ear, and the tree was cut off in the middle, and the lush branches and leaves fell down with a rattling sound.

The teachers around looked at Meng Ling sharply. Although this man's understanding was high, his cultivation level was only a little bit all the time, but now he showed his cultivation level after absorbing all the spiritual energy. They could see clearly and blurted out: "Condensate one layer!"

What is this concept?Geniuses like Feng Bai and Qi Jun have cultivated for ten years to reach the fifth level of Qi Condensation. This person has reached the first level of Qi Condensation in just the past two months!

The martial arts training ground was quiet, and everyone looked at Meng Ling in unison, dumbfounded.