Refinement, masculinity

There are many rocks near the deep pool, and only a small road is opened from the side, which leads to the main road down the mountain in a twist and turns. The position here is relatively high, and few people usually set foot there. Duan Ze feels that the air in the mountains is good, so he is not in a hurry Instead of manipulating the magic weapon to leave, he took a slow walk, ready to talk while walking.

Duan Cheng quickly walked a few steps to stand side by side with him: "Did you get something out of my second sister-in-law's mouth?"

Duan Ze obviously liked this title very much, and he hummed in a good mood: "He told the truth, the reason for the night judgment is indeed what I said last time. My wife didn't agree at first, but then his master came to the door. Let him relax."

Duan Cheng was startled, in disbelief: "His master?"

"Well, his master and my master are good friends, and their name is Gu Shan."

Duan Cheng asked in shock: "Gu Shan? That great casual cultivator?!"

"Ah."

Duan Cheng's eyes suddenly sank.

The spiritual energy in the mainland is thin, which makes the path of cultivation extremely difficult and difficult. Every time you improve, you don’t know how much energy and effort you will spend, and if you make a slight mistake, you may give birth to demons, and you will die halfway. Most of them are at the base stage, followed by the Golden Core stage. Generally, they are already masters at the Golden Core stage. The reason why no one in the Duan family dares to mess with them is that most of the members of the clan are Golden Core stage monks, apart from the intricate network of relationships.

As for the higher-level Nascent Soul, there are only a handful of them in the entire continent. Large sects like Yizong and Weihezong only have two or three Nascent Soul monks. There are very few, no more than five in the past 1000 years, two of which are the most famous, one is Duan Ze's master, who has advanced to become a god, and the other is Gu Shan, who is far more famous than Duan Ze's master He is young, but his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which shows that he is very talented, but he doesn't show up often, and he has never heard of him having any apprentices. If his second brother didn't mention it, he wouldn't even know that the principal's master is him.

Duan Ze looked at him: "Understood, this is why Ye Jue was able to sneak in with such a bad excuse."

Duan Cheng responded, and the principal would definitely agree to his master's appearance. He frowned: "Ye Jue..."

Duan Ze knew what he meant, took it softly, and smiled meaningfully: "He can invite Gu Shan, his identity is not simple, but Gu Shan has guaranteed that Ye will never be against Xiao Ling, this should be believed. .”

"Dig one layer deeper, and check the details of Gushan together. I want to know Ye Jue's real purpose," Duan Cheng said solemnly, "I tried him before, and I also checked his bone age. He is only 13 years old, but The cultivation base is at least in the late stage of Qi Condensation, and it may even have reached the Foundation Establishment."

Duan Ze was stunned and narrowed his eyes: "Oh?"

Duan Cheng nodded, seeing that his second brother finally paid attention to this matter, he was a little relieved.

The two chatted for a few words, and then manipulated the magic weapon to go down the mountain. Finally, Duan Cheng was able to go out to meet people again. Now that noon was approaching, and seeing that get out of class was about to end, he happily stepped out of the dormitory area to pick up his wife.

Meng Ling took the pill class, and the first few sessions were purely theoretical knowledge, and they would only see the pill furnace tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so they still sat in the classroom and listened to the lecture.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and just as the teacher left, the people in the class held up their mobile phones and shouted: "Go to the martial arts field, two people in class two have applied for a battle, start now!"

Everyone was silent for a second, and immediately ran out in groups. Meng Ling had always wanted to see the monks exaggerate each other's moves. Duan Cheng and Ye Jue only had a confrontation before, and it was over before they had time to take a closer look. He didn't have any fun, so he followed after hearing the words.

Duan Cheng was standing outside the small courtyard, when he saw him, he immediately ran forward wagging his tail, stretched out his paws and hugged him: "Daughter-in-law~ Your husband, I'm fine~" He embraced his wife and kissed him, and happily greeted the surrounding classmates , and then touched his chin, "Why do I think they look at me a little strangely?"

Meng Ling was silent for a moment: "...They miss you so much, they have been going to visit the doctor, but I stopped them."

"That's right," Duan Cheng was moved, looking at them, "I miss you too!"

Everyone looked him up and down, stared at him meaningfully, felt that the matter between husband and wife had nothing to do with them, so they didn't say anything, just smiled at him, and rushed to the theater.

Duan Cheng blinked: "Why do I still feel a little strange?"

"...They are in a hurry," Meng Ling changed the subject in time, "Let's go, it is said that it is about to start, I don't know how far they can fight."

"It's only been a long time since school started, and their little cultivation is nothing to watch." Duan Cheng held his hand and slowly followed the crowd, "If it's Qi Jun and Feng Bai, it's worth watching."

Seeing that he finally stopped worrying about the problem just now, Meng Ling answered casually and arrived at the square quickly.

The arena was crowded with people and it was very lively. Meng Ling took a glance and saw three people standing on the stage. One of them was a teacher who was patiently explaining the precautions. The other two were boys of the same age. One was arrogant and the other restrained. On the other side, three or five teenagers were standing together, shouting at the top of their voices: "Boss, beat him up!"

Meng Ling was surprised: "So you're starting to form gangs?"

Duan Cheng put his arms around him from behind, and said with a smile: "They don't seem to be the children of the aristocratic family at first glance. They have just started their careers, and their temperament is uncertain. At this age, it is normal for them to fight with each other. You can't ask them to fight all day long. Are you practicing so seriously and hard? Oh, you are a special case."

Meng Ling was silent.

Duan Cheng pulled his chin: "Look carefully, the children of the aristocratic family are very easy to distinguish from those who have just started, because their xinxing has been trained, and they look more calm and mature."

Meng Ling took a few glances, and then compared Qi Jun Yejue and others with their peers, and found that this was indeed the case, so he responded indifferently.

A sharp whistle sounded on the stage, and the competition began. The academy had just included the magic class into the new schedule, and the learning of attack spells had not yet been involved. Instead of zooming in on the move, they directly used the small wooden sword as a stick, and swung each other fiercely.

Meng Ling: "..."

Immediately there were boos one after another from the audience, but none of them left, but continued to watch the excitement. Duan Cheng was also very happy: "Okay, poke him, poke him, oops, poke him, poke him!"

"..." Meng Ling said, "Do you think you are fighting crickets?"

Duan Cheng reacted silently for a second, then shouted excitedly: "Bite him! Bite him!"

Meng Ling: "..."

The two people on the stage had already stared red-eyed, ignoring the reaction of the surroundings, and tried their best to cause more damage to each other. The small wooden sword was very light, and it didn't hurt or itch on the body. The two quickly threw it away and began to fight hand-to-hand. They all have self-cultivation, and their bodies are better than ordinary people. It is difficult to distinguish between them for a while. The air in the fist of the arrogant boy emits a faint red light, which should be the root of fire spirit. Gen, compared to the usual middle school students fighting, they are more interesting.

Meng Ling lost interest and turned to leave, but was grabbed by Duan Cheng.

"Wait, watch."

Meng Ling raised his head in surprise, only to see the introverted young man kick hard, finally get rid of the opponent's entanglement, then quickly backed up, took out a talisman from his pocket, poured spiritual energy into it and swung it vigorously, instantly two streams of water flowed from mid-air He rushed down, smashing the other person into the railing of the ring, in a state of embarrassment.

There was applause from the audience, and the arrogant young man wiped his face in disbelief: "Where did you get this?!"

"I bought it at the beginning of school." The restrained boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "What, do you still want to fight?"

The arrogant young man felt that he had lost face and was furious. He stepped forward again, obviously refusing to admit defeat. The restrained young man frowned immediately, and took a few steps back to accept the attack.

"His cultivation level is too low, but fortunately it is the water spirit root, otherwise this water talisman would not be so powerful," Duan Cheng analyzed with a smile, "If he has a more powerful talisman, then the other party probably won't be able to bear it. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the introverted young man took out another talisman, which was more delicate than the previous one, and it should not be underestimated at first glance. Rush him out and throw him five meters away from the ring, and the winner will be scored.

The teacher went to check and confirmed that his life was not in danger. Just as he was about to announce the end of the competition, a handsome man suddenly stepped forward and helped the student up: "Are you all right?"

The teacher was stunned, and immediately there was a commotion in the crowd, Duan Cheng was surprised: "What's going on?"

Meng Ling suddenly remembered that Duan Cheng had never seen him before, and briefly introduced: "Teacher Wen."

Duan Cheng blinked: "This is Wen Tian?"

"Ah."

Duan Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked over again.

Wen Tian is very handsome, with exquisite facial features, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He is as beautiful as a character in a painting. The arrogant young man was injured and couldn't stand still. Tell me, why can't we resolve it peacefully if we have to fight?"

The boy choked on the water, didn't care to answer, and coughed lowly.

Wen Tian checked and comforted: "It's okay, I have medicine."

He fumbled for a long time in the space of the ring on his left hand, and finally took out a small porcelain bottle and handed him a pill.The boy thanked in a low voice, opened his mouth and ate.

Everyone could see clearly, gasped in unison, the young man was startled, looked at the insanely long hair in disbelief, then lowered his head, saw two lumps of soft flesh swelling out of his chest, about 36D by visual estimation, he opened his mouth, unable to bear the sudden change In response to the woman's blow, she rolled her eyes and became dizzy, and the crowd broke out into a commotion again.

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng: "..."

The two of them slandered in their hearts at the same time, what kind of medicine did Que Wu give you? !

Holding the small porcelain bottle, Wen Tian looked at the boy and then at the teacher, as if his soul had come out of his body, with a dazed expression on his face.

The teacher and him looked at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak first: "Mr. Wen, is there an antidote?"

"Ah," Wen Tian called out shortly, regaining consciousness, "Yes."

He squatted down next to the young man, flipped through the medicine bottles from the space, and placed them in five rows. He stared at them for a while, then stretched out his hand in confusion: "Which bottle is it?"

"..." Knowing the relationship between Quewu and him, the teacher asked, "Didn't your friend give you an instruction manual?"

"Oh, yes." Wen Tian turned the pages and looked up at him, "...I forgot to bring it out."

teacher:"……"

The teacher silently swallowed a mouthful of blood, finally had no choice but to find a few teachers who had a lot of research on elixir, they discussed for a while, and finally found the antidote for the young man to take.

Seeing the young man recovering, Wen Tian couldn't help but feel relieved, and played with those porcelain vases: "I have healing medicine here, just apply it on,"

The teachers immediately put the porcelain bottle back into the ring for him, and helped him up: "No need, Mr. Wen, he's not seriously injured, we can take care of it, why bother you with such a trivial matter, you should just leave it alone."

"Okay then." Seeing their insistence, Wen Tian didn't force himself, turned around to leave, but suddenly caught sight of Meng Ling in the crowd, smiled and waved: "Xiao Ling, come here, I have something to tell you."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the crowd first, and Meng Ling reluctantly passed by. He had been in contact with Wen Tian for two days, but it was a pity that Wen Tian didn't know the reason why his cultivation had improved so quickly.

Duan Cheng followed his wife: "Now you know why I was so entangled with my third aunt's proposal? He usually looks normal and has good intentions, but he is not very reliable, just because of such a case. The head of the house didn't let him take care of things, it was my third aunt who took care of it."

Meng Ling was silent. After getting along with him for two days, he felt that Wen Tian was a very nice person. He was very serious and responsible when teaching. As Duan Cheng said, he was a good teacher, but sometimes it was really a headache.

Wen Tian walked to a quiet place, slowed down, turned around and waited for them, and said with a smile: "Actually, Xiaochen mentioned you to me a long time ago, let me make up my own mind, I watched it for two days, and I think it's okay, yours What do you mean?"

This is to accept him as a disciple?Meng Ling's heart trembled, it was a good thing to be able to confirm in advance that he would enter a case, not to mention that he had already thought that this matter would depend on Wen Tian's intentions, so there was nothing to hesitate now, he nodded, and subconsciously looked at Duan Cheng, no Know what apprenticeship is.

Duan Cheng smiled at him: "There is no way to serve tea here, we have to talk about it in the sect."

Meng Ling responded and looked at Wen Tian.

Wen Tian patted his head: "I'll take Feng Bai too. He's older than you, and he will be your senior brother from now on. You should get along well."

"Yes."

"That's it," Wen Tian said goodbye to them, walked two steps and suddenly turned back, and began to take out the ring, "I asked for two magical artifacts from Que Wu for you and Feng Bai, and I almost forgot to give them to you. looking around."

"..." Meng Ling said, "Don't worry, you should look for it first to confirm which two magical artifacts they are, then put them aside and give them to me and senior brother after class in the afternoon."

Wen Tian thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright, you guys go to eat, I'll go back and look for it."

Meng Ling watched him go away, and counted with his fingers. An unreliable master, a careless senior brother, a bastard Taoist couple, and a group of bad relatives of the bastard's family, all of which had to be dealt with.

He was suddenly silent.

He suddenly felt that life was dark.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the first assessment of the college. Since all the students learned the basics, the knowledge obtained in the test was very simple, and the class did not change much. Of course, if the student is too outstanding and outstanding, it is very likely that he will be divided into classes in the first assessment.

That day they finished the theoretical knowledge test, took notes from the box, and went up the mountain one after another to find the designated herbs. Duan Cheng and Meng Ling picked different ones, but Duan Cheng didn't care about the grades, so he stayed by his wife's side all the time.

The two walked up the mountain road slowly, Duan Cheng glanced away and saw Qiao Xiaolu coming from the side road, turned his eyes, and said to the smiling daughter-in-law: "You go ahead, I have something to do."

Meng Ling responded and continued to search for herbs.

Duan Cheng quickly walked up to Qiao Xiaolu, smiling very nicely: "Beauty Qiao, take a step to talk."

Qiao Xiaolu had no objection, and followed him into another fork in the road, further and further away, she cast a lazy sideways glance: "What's the matter?"

"There is a deep pool ahead, I found something there, I want you to verify it for me."

"Why do you want me to verify?"

Duan Cheng stared at her: "If I remember correctly, you and I are the only students in this class who have dual spiritual roots of water and fire, right?"

"Ah."

Duan Cheng smiled: "So... this matter is up to you."