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At this time, a mountain wind blew, and the leaves all over the mountain rustled.

The mountain wind was very cold, and Lin Yi was sweating all over. He was stimulated by the mountain wind. Before he could speak, his body couldn't help but shrink.

The young teacher's brows couldn't help but raise them up.

He had been waiting here for a long time, and the rest of the students had already completed the report, but one such student was delayed.

"Are you Lin Yi?" he asked.

Lin Yi was a little confused and nodded, "That's right."

The young teacher couldn't help but shake his head. Although his face was still ugly, his tone was slightly gentler. "Since I was sponsored, why not report today?"

Lin Yi was slightly stunned, and reacted instantly and apologized: "My family lives in the north of the city, and I walk again. I set out to walk from the early morning. I didn't expect it to be a little late. I guess others have arrived earlier than me, so I have asked the teacher to wait for a long time."

After hearing these words, the young teacher's expression immediately calmed down.

Those who can teach at Nantian Academy are not ordinary people, and they are very different from ordinary practitioners' pursuits. This young teacher saw that Lin Yi was quick-responsive and humble. He also knew Lin Yi's family background, so he felt a little sympathetic to Lin Yi at this time.

"The other freshmen have already started evening classes. You will verify the sponsorship book to me, and I will take you there. After the evening class, there will naturally be other teachers taking you to the dining hall and arranging accommodation." He signaled to Lin Yi and asked Lin Yi to take out the sponsorship book.

Lin Yiwei bowed and bowed, took out the sponsorship book from his sleeve, and handed over the letter from the tall and thin old man. "In addition to this sponsorship book, I was reading books in the Qitian Academy Library two days ago. A senior asked me to bring a letter over, saying that he would hand it over to He Xiuxing, Nantian Academy."

"Someone sends a message, how can I practice in my Nantianyuan?"

The young teacher frowned, "I haven't heard of anyone in our Nantian Academy called He Xiuxing, Qitian Academy Library, who asked you to carry the letter?"

Lin Yi was also stunned: "The senior did not tell me the name, but said that as long as he handed the letter to any teacher in the South Heaven Academy, he would naturally understand."

"It's a joke."

The young teacher looked at the sponsorship letter in Lin Yi's hand and confirmed that there was no problem, but when he looked at the letter without any seal, he felt that Lin Yi's words were simply unreasonable.

However, as his fingers touched the letter, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes fell in disbelief, and fell on the thin letter in his hand.

A slight numb feeling kept rippling along his fingertips like flowing water to his whole body.

In his perception, a layer of silver mist appeared on the surface of the thin letter.

In the silver mist, there is a mysterious world that he cannot penetrate or understand at all.

When his perceptions came into contact with this layer of fog, countless grand sounds rang out in his mind, even making him unable to think quietly.

The young teacher took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, his face was already solemn.

"The senior who asked you to bring the letter really said that he would give it to me a person named He Xiuxing of Nantian Academy?" He looked at Lin Yi very seriously and asked solemnly.

Lin Yi could not know what the young teacher felt the world, but he saw clearly the change of his expression and was a little surprised, "It's really said that he was handed over to He Xiuxing from Nantian Academy."

The young teacher took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"You follow me first."

He put away the sponsorship letter and the letter, turned around and led the way.

Walking through a courtyard, the young teacher led Lin Yi into a pine forest.

The pine forest is full of cedars and ancient trees. The dense needles are like huge umbrella covers intertwined, blocking the skylight.

However, Lin Yi did not feel dim, but instead felt a illumination in front of him.

In the middle of this pine forest, there is a bungalow.

The bungalow is made of pine wood and tree bark. The bark is covered with moss and looks a little damp. However, at this moment, the bungalow is full of candles made of pine azuki oil. The lights are brightly lit, making the bungalow emit yellow light.

There is a school in the bungalow, with fifty or sixty students sitting neatly, about the same age as Lin Yi.

The person who was teaching these students was a black-robed female teacher.

This female teacher seems to be in her thirties, with ordinary facial features and not pretty, but she has an extremely calm temperament.

The young teacher bowed to the female teacher at the door, then walked in and whispered a few words with the female teacher.

Then he walked out with the female teacher.

The female teacher frowned slightly. She looked at Lin Yi for a moment, wanting Lin Yi to come in first, but hesitated for a moment and said, "You wait here first."

Lin Yi nodded in agreement, and became more and more clear in his heart that the identity of the tall and thin old man who wrote to him was absolutely extraordinary.

The students in this school should be all freshmen who have entered school this year. The status of this female teacher should be much higher than that of this young teacher. However, she left herself outside at this moment, but seemed to be afraid that if the "He Xiuxing" wanted to find him, she could let "He Xiuxing" see him as soon as possible.

A breeze comes from the forest.

The female teacher's steps were getting faster.

The young teacher barely followed her footsteps, but he couldn't help but ask softly again, "Sister Xi, are you really sure this letter was handed over to the worshiper in Huangyuan?"

"I don't know his full name, but I know his surname He."

The female teacher responded calmly: "And besides him and the dean, I can't think of a third person who is qualified to receive such a letter."

The young teacher smiled bitterly and stopped talking, but his mood was still like storm and waves.

In the world of practitioners, condensing yellow buds is considered to be the first level of cultivation.

Thirty-six strands of yellow buds are in one turn. When the true essence of ten thousand turns is condensed, the power of the true essence is enough to open up the life palace in the body.

This life palace is a sea of ​​true essence that is created out of nothing. When the life palace opens, the true essence changes. Wanjuanhuihai, every strand of true essence in the body will naturally flow towards the life palace, forming a cycle.

This life palace realm is the second realm of the world of practitioners.

When you reach this second realm, although the strands of true essence are still in the shape of yellow buds, the practitioner's physical body is washed by the true essence day and night. Whether it is strength or the speed of absorbing spiritual energy, it is far superior to the Yellow buds realm.

When the realm of the life palace goes up, and then condenses to 50,000 turns of true essence, you will reach the state of Ruyi.

When you reach the Ruyi Concept, the true essence even changes its appearance. In the body, it is no longer a yellow bud, but a small vortex in the shape of Ruyi.

It is difficult for ordinary people to become practitioners, and among practitioners, six or seven out of ten are at most practiced to the state of good artistic conception.

This young teacher is already the best among the world's practitioners. Being able to work in the South Heaven Academy is just the fourth realm of Chengtian above the artistic conception.

However, the practitioner who brought the letter to Tolinyi was already outside the world of ordinary practitioners, at least at the eighth level of divine confusion.

Because only by reaching the realm of divine confusion can one have such means to leave a trace of true energy that is enough to confuse his spiritual perception.

As far as this young teacher knows, there will be no more than ten practitioners in the world.

In the southeast corner of Nantianyuan, halfway up to Minggu Mountain, there is a deserted garden.

There were many precious flowers and trees planted in this garden, with rockery and flowing water, but I don’t know when it started to be abandoned. Even the surrounding bamboo walls have become decayed.

However, when the figures of the female and young teachers were nearly a hundred steps away from the door of the abandoned garden, a figure had already appeared at the door of the abandoned garden.

The people who appeared at the gate of this abandoned garden looked very strange at dusk.

He was wearing a worn bronze armor, full of mottled rust and many traces left by swords and arrows.

This is a heavy armor from the previous dynasty.

The armor covered the man's whole body, making people unable to see his face, but it made people feel that he was particularly tall.

There were two slots on the back of his armor, and two large swords were inserted in cross-section, as big as two flags.

When the female teacher continued to move forward, less than fifty steps away from him, the armor on his body shook slightly. He stretched out his hand and signaled the female teacher to stop. At the same time, his voice also rang coldly: "What's the matter?"

The female teacher stopped and then raised her head slightly: "Someone brought a letter from Qitian Academy and said she wanted to bring it to He Xiuxing in the South Tian Academy. I think she wanted to send a letter here."

The man in heavy armor remained silent.
Chapter completed!