Author: Shui Qianche

There is only one pavilion in the spacious flat square, and the word "Zenghua" is written on the plaque above the pavilion.

This is the Zenghua Square of Zhizhiyuan. At this moment, a monk of indeterminate age is sitting on a futon in the pavilion. He is holding a plate of green-skin grapes in his hand and casually throwing them into his mouth one by one.

Boom.

The morning bell rang again.

Qiu Yijian asked the disciple next to him, "Xiaoqing, what time is this?"

Qiu Qing said: "Back to master, this is the third sound."

"It's been three times, but no one has come yet." Qiu Yijian shook his head, "This class of freshmen can't do it."

Qiu Qing doesn't think so. In the history of Du'e Academy, there are not many freshmen who came before three times. In particular, the tests for freshmen in Du'e Academy become more and more difficult each time. This is also due to the increasing number of academic rules every time.

related.

It's just that he didn't say these words in front of the master.

"Huh?" Qiu Yijian, who had just finished saying that this class of freshmen could not do anything, looked towards the entrance of the square.

entrance.

Mi August and three others walked in.

There was no cover on all sides of the square, and the two sides looked at each other.

Mi August walked to the pavilion and saluted Qiu Yijian: "Senior, is this the new school?"

Qiu Yijian asked back: "Do you think this looks like a school?"

Yan Yan and Hao Yan on the side changed slightly when they heard this, thinking that they were in the wrong place and had disturbed the purity of the academy seniors.

Mi August didn't think so, "The focus of the school is on learning, not teaching. There are so many new students, not even one of the main halls of Zhizhiyuan can accommodate them."

Qiu Yijian still did not admit it directly, "That makes sense, but how can you confirm that this is the freshman academy?"

Mi August said: "It was just speculation before, but now it is confirmed."

"Why?" Qiu Yijian asked.

Mi August: "Senior has never denied it."

Qiu Yijian smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, give me a table."

Qiu Qing waved his sleeves and dropped a few futons on the ground.

This table and chairs are facing the pavilion, so it is a perfect place to study.

Qiu Yijian threw the grape saucer in his hand towards Mi August's degree, "This is for you."

Before Mi August had time to say thank you, several more streams of light fell down, revealing a book, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Qiu Yijian said: "Write your name on the Qianmen card, and the credits will be automatically credited in the future."

Mi August: "Thank you, senior."

There is ready-made ink in this inkstone, so there is no need to grind the ink slowly. You can write with a brush dipped in ink.

Mi August made some moves, and Qiu Yijian noticed at a glance that she was not proficient with the brush, "Are you not good at using the brush?"

Mi August responded: "Yes."

A 'pen' that Mi August had used in the General Affairs Pavilion fell down, and Qiu Yijian said: "I thought you were from the Mortal Continent and would be more proficient in using calligraphy brushes than this pen."

Mi August shook his head and said frankly: "Maybe it's because I naturally prefer to use utensils."

Picking up the new pen, she thanked Qiu Yijian again, skillfully injected spiritual power into the pen in front of him, and wrote her name on the house number.

Qiu Yijian stared at her and smiled without saying a word. It was unclear what suspicions he had in his heart.

Mi August didn't care what he would come up with. If she could get a pen for free, it would not be in vain for her performance of "unkind" writing brush just now.

Anyway, the true and false information she revealed before coming to Du'e Academy was enough to make people think a lot. She didn't believe that Du'e Academy would really not investigate an 'unprecedented' Son of Tongtian and treat him like an ordinary freshman.

The two of them communicated as if there was no one around, but Yan Yan and Hao Yan were so anxious that they didn't dare to interrupt them.

Finally, when the two of them finished talking, Yan Yan stepped forward and said, "Student Yan Yan, please pay my respects to the senior."

Hao Ming is also called, "Student Hao Ming, pay homage to the seniors."

Qiu Yijian looked at the two of them, "Well, how did you decide that this is a freshman school?"

Yan Yan and Hao Yan were both dumbfounded by the question. Hadn't Mi August answered this question before?

Yan Yan didn't think repeating Mi August's answer was the right decision, but she thought about making up new answers for a while, only to find that none of them were true.

Boom.

Another morning bell rang, striking the hearts of the two of them.

Qiu Qing said: "Sir, when you ask questions, you don't answer quickly."

Qiu Yijian smiled and said: "Xiaoqing is really kind."

Yan Yan and Hao Yu realized the dangers involved.

At this time, Hao Yan said nervously: "Back to the teacher, the two of us came with Classmate Mi. We just trust Classmate Mi's judgment."

Qiu Yijian said: "Well, having a good eye for people and luck can be considered a skill. Xiaoqing."

Qiu Qinghe gave the two a desk and futon as before, right behind Mi August.

Yan Yan and Hao Yan thanked them and returned to their positions as if they were burdened.

Qiu Yijian gave them pen and ink again.

The two found that what they had obtained was not as complete as Mi August's. Among the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Hao Yan got three of them, and Yan Yan got two of them.

It is not difficult to guess the reason for this difference - Mi August was the first to enter Zenghua Square, Hao Yan and Yan Yan almost at the same time, and then Hao Yan answered the teacher's question first.

Now that there was nothing to do, Mi August took a grape given by Qiu Yijian to eat. As soon as he took it into his mouth, he realized that it was no ordinary fruit.

The cool air entered the body along with the pulp, and the whole body shivered. The red lips were a little pale from the cold, and the spiritual sea was also cold.

Qiu Yijian's voice came from the front, "I broke four levels overnight, and today I can still be sane and win the first place in the entrance exam. Even ordinary people have to be careful."

Yan Yan and Hao Min looked at Mi August in astonishment.

One night? Four sessions!

Mi August nodded to Qiu Yijian, "Remember the teachings of our late teacher."

She put the remaining grapes into her wish-fulfilling bag and understood that this thing was probably a spiritual material that could relieve spiritual poisons.

However, this method of relieving spiritual poison has quite a lot of side effects.

Just one grape caused her body to freeze to the point of losing at least 30% of her flexibility. Two more grapes would probably freeze her completely. Together with the cold air that penetrated into the spiritual sea, it also caused slight damage to the spiritual core, but this damage was only in Mi August.

He quickly recovered under the influence of spiritual power.

At present, she doesn't know if other spiritual children deal with this side effect so quickly. One thing is certain: the teacher who gave the grapes thought that using grapes to suppress spiritual poisons, the side effects that come with it are not worth mentioning.

The tone and tone of his words all indicate that spiritual poison is an imminent danger, and any other damage is nothing compared to spiritual poison.

If she would be corroded by spiritual poison like others, she would also agree with the teacher's approach. However, it has been proven many times that Mi August has determined that spiritual poison cannot corrode her mind, so there is no need to waste this grape spiritual material here.

On the other hand, taking it directly would be harmful to her.

When the morning bell rang for the fifth time, Zenghua Square was finally filled with new life besides the three people in August.

This batch of freshmen came together as a group, and when they saw Mi August and others sitting on the futon, they knew they were in the right place.

They came in quickly but didn't know where to sit.

"I have met the teacher." One of them bowed to Qiu Yijian in the pavilion: "We are the new students coming to school."

Qiu Yijian: "Yeah."

He glanced at everyone and said nothing.

Everyone looked different and didn't know what to do.

Qiu Qing said at this time, "Those who are disheveled come out."

As soon as these words came out, there was a small commotion among the freshmen.

Students who thought they were neatly dressed had taken the initiative to separate themselves from those who were disheveled, while some anxiously lowered their heads to check what they were wearing.

The so-called disheveled students looked pale.

"I'm not, I was accidentally contaminated."

"No, I won't get started."

Among the crowd, there were students who fled in panic.

Halfway through, he suddenly burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye not even ashes were left.

"..."

There was a scene that they saw when they first entered Zhizhiyuan. When they saw this scene again, most people had expected it.

"No!"

"Help!"

Most of these students asking for help were those who had been suddenly and violently killed by a disciple in civilian clothes when they first entered the gate of Zhizhiyuan, and their bodies were splashed with blood.

That's what it means to be disheveled.

Unfortunately, no matter how they called for help, the flames ignited from their bodies without warning.

Living people were burned to ashes right in front of their eyes.

The square was silent.

Hao Min was shaking like a sieve and clutching the corners of the case tightly.

He thought about the hospital uniform he had worn overnight. Fortunately, he didn't mess around too much last night, otherwise he would be considered a "disheveled" person.
Chapter completed!