I have nothing but luck

Chapter 9 Intimate magic repair

Xie Rongjiao walked around the venue, after making sure everyone had scanned around, he pressed his painful forehead and let out a sigh, thinking that this demon could hide.

He walked in the direction where Jiang Jingxing was, and said via voice transmission, "Master, did you find anything?"

A "no" word broke all his illusions.

Jiang Jingxing was also surprised: "It doesn't make sense, I just started a hexagram, using priests and ghosts in the first line, that is to say, by our side, and the sun and the moon are rushing, there is no way to recover, no one can save him, and it will be over soon. Even if Donghuang radicals or Xihuang Moluo came in person, they wouldn't die so quickly if they didn't hide it from my eyes?"

Xie Rongjiao frowned: "Master—"

"what?"

"I thought after so many hexagrams, you should be clear about it."

"What is clear in your heart? Is it that I am a fortune teller?"

"No, the hexagrams you shook yourself are probably inaccurate."

Thinking about the relationship between master and student, Xie Rongjiao very politely replaced nine out of ten with more than half.

The results of the [-]-person selection have already come out.

"Another round in front of the persuasion wine bottle, but I don't believe it. It's the old tour. The moon is small and the green shirt is cold and hot, and the flowers blow the crown and hair to change the spring and autumn. The place where the green temples and the red face once lived, the wrinkled face and pale head belong to the passenger flow." Cui Hu faced the original manuscript of the poem. Halfway through the reading, I was very shameless, "Forcing to be lyrical, using the wrinkled face and pale head after decades to be sad, it is very vain, who knows if you will not live in decades? Is it because you have cultivated successfully and your appearance has not changed or you have grown old? Gotta lose my teeth."

A gentleman who had a good relationship with Cui Hu smoothed things over: "I heard that the tone was written by a student who is about to graduate. Now that graduation is imminent, it is appropriate for the occasion."

The dean smiled: "Come, come, Mr. Cui, read this to change your mood."

"A horse's hoof tramples on flowers like rain, but whipping while drunk is not enough. Today I am floating like an old flower, why is the spring breeze blowing all over the road?" It's okay not to look at it, but Cui Hu became more angry when he saw Cui Hu, blowing his beard and staring:

"What pretentiousness, forced to be sad. The intention and choice of words and images are messy. Did they choose them specially to anger me?"

The dean just finished embarrassingly echoing: "Yes, yes, one session is not as good as one session."

Then the gentleman who had a good relationship with Cui Hu said with a smile: "At their age, how can there be anything worth worrying about? It's the lady who is worried about their love, and she is worried about too much homework. How many subjects do you want to pass, or are you worried about too many queues for delicious restaurants? It's your fault, the questions are not good."

Cui Hu snorted, seeming quite upset.

The students scattered all over the place couldn't figure it out either.

Someone asked a young man with a humble tone: "According to Senior Brother Shen's opinion, why did Mr. Cui ask such a topic? It is not in line with Mr. Cui's style."

The topic of discussion on sorrow does not seem to be written by Cui Hu, who is proud of his youth, has a superb swordsmanship, and dares to "call the bright moon to ask about the year", but it seems to be liked by the depressed old Confucianism in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

The students of any academy are arrogant and disobedient.

But just as they admired Cui Hu, they all believed that the words of the young man called Senior Brother Shen, no matter right or wrong, should be regarded as high opinion.

Shen Xi said with a gentle smile, "I don't know either. But life is probably about worrying first, and joy later."

The students were amazed, and took advantage of the gap between Cui Hu's comments to set off a dispute between joy and sorrow.

On the stage, Cui Hu read Shen Xi's poems, and his brows became slightly flatter.

The writing is dripping with pen and ink, and the turning point is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the tip of the sword is pointed straight, with a strong sword energy, while the rest is like a sword in the sheath, the hidden edge does not come out, only the sword's meaning is melted outside the sheath.It is suitable for retracting and retracting, like a sword manual, presumably the writer has a lot of knowledge in the way of swordsmanship.

"Since you have warm fur to protect you from cold and hunger, why is it so hard to open your eyebrows when you see the king?

Late spring and late autumn are so lonely, and the flowers and the moon are wasted again.

Wait until all the flowers bloom in Los Angeles, should the horseshoe be proud of the spring breeze?

It's hard to hold hands with the beautiful woman to watch, and the sound of horseshoes urges the wanderer.

How about a night without wind and moon, and temporarily borrow candles to have fun at night?

You don't know that life is full of worries.

Thousands of bushes are the most irrelevant, hurting the spring and autumn and parting the thread.

The cloudy and sunny circles are the same for thousands of years, and the rivers flow from ancient to modern.

It's like a mayfly without hurting this body, it's too late to look back at the mountains and rivers.

Zhuji wrote Zeng Jinxiu's poems, and the tall building Wugou was a young man.

How can you be full of complaints and cynical?

The silver man hangs for a long time and stays for a long time, and he will never stop worrying in this life. "

Seeing this, Xie Rongjiao's heart moved, and in the spring breeze, he thought of the Spring Wind Sword when he fought with Shen Xi.

To be a human being in the world, one must first know suffering and then know happiness.

In the world of swordsmanship, one must know how to accept it beforehand and let it go later.

Shen Xi is probably like this.

His friend praised: "In the form of questions and answers, from shallow to deep, the first half of the poem is just about the sadness of spring and autumn, which is just ordinary. The second half of the poem embraces the past and the present, and writes full of melancholy. As expected of Shenxi, it is so magnificent. "

Cui Hu snorted: "The tallest among the dwarfs."

There are more than ten thousand students, Shenxi is the most favored by the dean, he is included in the gate wall and taught by him personally, the dean can't help but say a few words for his beloved disciple: "Axi is a major in swords, poetry is only a hobby, and he can't get into it. Old Fayan."

There is no doubt that Shen Xi won the first prize.

Cui Huan announced the result with a face full of words, it was clearly written on his face that you are the worst class I have ever led. The students were so ashamed that they lowered their heads like quails. The scale of more than [-] people was very spectacular.

Those who don't know are afraid that they will be intoxicated by their respect and love for the teacher.

Xie Rongjiao is having a hard time these days.

The days without any news from Moxiu are already difficult, and what is even more desperate is Mr. Academy.

It was impossible to expect Jiang Jingxing to do his homework.

Xie Rongjiao still had a trace of a family's respect for etiquette, so he picked up a pen and filled in all the homework that Jiang Jingxing should write.

He respects his teacher very much.

The husband was deeply moved, and to show his affection, every time he saw two identical assignments, he had to call Xie Rongjiao over to give him a lecture.

Jiang Jingxing was also deeply moved. To show his heart, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen to copy the homework that he had never done in his life.

But it was Xie Rongjiao who was being trained.

When Jiang Jingxing wanted to take the blame for him, the husband usually sneered, "You?"

Then heartbroken, "Do you look at yourself as if you are willing to copy your homework?"

It can be seen that the master's sharp eyes are like a torch, and he can see clearly, and penetrate the rotten inside of Jiang Jingxing's green and youthful skin.

In the school dormitory, there is a special swallow house for the master to rest. Xie Rongjiao stood in front of the master who taught him how to practice and accumulate spiritual power, his heart was calm and unwavering.

When he was going to use the "uh ah oh" universal three-character tactic to perfunctory, he heard that the husband hated iron but steel:

"Look at other people's practice notes, and feel the experience! The most perfunctory one also wrote me carefully which meridian the spiritual power flows to. What is written?"

He rummaged through and picked out a booklet and flicked it, and poked his fingers vigorously at the pages that were pitifully sparse due to the few words: "Let it be, will it happen?"

Accumulating spiritual power in practice is the most difficult and obscure water-grinding method. If a person's spiritual power accidentally strays through the meridians, or if the circulating spiritual power is unevenly distributed, it will be a terrible thing.

At the least, he took two days off work and was bedridden to recuperate, and at the worst, he went into a maddened state and became completely paralyzed from then on.

The most valuable thing about masters is that they can provide students with the most suitable practice method from the perspective of those who have experienced it.

Therefore, even the most naughty students would not dare to scribble casually in this practice diary and fool things around.

The gentleman said angrily: "If all practitioners were like you, my Kyushu should have been flattened by the Northern Wilderness long ago, and the grass on my grave may have been harvested twice."

I don't know if Kyushu should be flattened by the Northern Wilderness, but it is true that Mr. Academy is supernatural.

Xie Rongjiao was at a loss and innocent: "There's nothing to write about? Isn't it just to meditate and adjust your breath, and your spiritual power will circulate for a big circle, and your cultivation base will grow naturally?"

Mr. Xie Rongjiao's impression of Xie Rongjiao is actually not very deep. After all, among the thorny students in a class, he can be regarded as reassuring.

At least not talkative.

Hearing this, he looked at Xie Rongjiao from the beginning to the end again.

The bone age is less than twenty, and it is already the practice of the Hinayana.

I don't know if the sage has ever been to Hinayana at his age?

Well, since Shen Xi, who had poor swordsmanship and had no future, came another one who improved his cultivation as a matter of course, such as eating and drinking.

This is probably the world of geniuses, the gentleman thought blankly.

Feeling tired for a while, he waved his hand to signal Xie Rongjiao to get out of here, paced outside the door, muttering: "Eating is the biggest thing in the world."

Take care of the students and ask for blessings.

He finally understands why Mr. Cui, who was so free and easy back then, who "calls the bright moon and asks about the year", will talk about his worries.

It wasn't forced by these little bastards.

The silver man hangs for a long time and stays for a long time, and he will never stop worrying in this life.

What Shen Xi said is really reasonable.

It's all the fault of the hot chicken dean who tricked him into teaching.

Dean Spicy Chicken sent a summons talisman to the two of them again.

This time, there is real news about Moxiu

"There is a student named He Quan who is about to graduate. Half a month ago, her mother was seriously ill, and He Quan asked for leave to go home. Ten days later, her mother's condition improved. He Quan returned to the college and told the teacher what she learned from her mother. The husband of her practice. The gentleman felt that the situation was serious when he heard it, so he informed me."

Now in April, summer has gradually entered. Practitioners are not afraid of the cold and heat. The dean's residence is blessed by formations, and the temperature is always pleasant.

But he still likes to stay in the Liushui Pavilion, the ice-cold plum cheese drink emits a trace of white gas, and the fresh lotus pods picked from the pond below are fresh and pleasant.

With the news, the dean felt much sweeter after eating lotus seeds: "He Quan's hometown is close to Yangcheng. About four years ago, a demon cultivator came to her place and asked for three young and strong living people to be sacrificed every year, regardless of gender. If If the news leaked out, the town would be massacred. The people in that town were really frightened, and they worshiped honestly for three years, probably afraid that He Quan would leak the news after hearing about it, so they kept it a secret.

"I don't want the Demon Cultivator Lion to open his mouth in the fourth year and ask for ten young and strong people. Previously, most of them were tricked out of town to settle down in the town. The town is not big, and it is not easy to have three or four people every year. Ten people must move the people in the town. Residents, who would like it? So they blew up the pot. He Quan and her mother were also panicked, which made He Quan realize that something was wrong and set the matter out."

While the dean was speaking, Jiang Jingxing peeled a plate of lotus seeds and pushed it to Xie Rongjiao: "It's a demon cultivator, and it should be a high-level demon with a relatively pure bloodline."

The ancestors of the barren people were born from the turbid air of heaven and earth, just like the people made by Nu Wa, who are beautiful, ugly, tall and short. Xie Rongjiao's eighteen Hinayana in Kyushu, most of them are ordinary people without the roots of cultivation. The barren people also have qualifications points.

Even the race that eats the most by blood.

Kyushu said that the desolate people with the roots of practice are called demon cultivators. Among the demon cultivators, the blood is the purest. As long as there are no unexpected accidents, they can reach the realm of heaven and man by practicing in time.

The radicals of the Eastern Wilderness and the Western Wilderness Moluo are all such talents.

"If you want so many living people at once, you want to advance." Jiang Jingxing had been in the Northern Wilderness for several years, and when it comes to his understanding of demon cultivators, few people in Kyushu could match him.

"The achievement of magic cultivation depends on the bloodline. Low-level magic cultivation can only absorb turbid qi, dead energy and other miscellaneous qi, and there is no need to use living people as sacrifices. High-level magic cultivation needs the vitality in the living body to balance the dead energy in his body , forming an endless cycle, otherwise there is no way to advance.”

The dean had personally been to the Northern Wilderness Battlefield back then, and nodded to express his approval of his statement: "However, the demon energy in the high-level demon cultivator is much stronger than that of the low-level demon cultivator. How did he hide it from the nearby forces?"

No matter how the forces in the southern region are at odds with each other, there is only one thing that they agree with in their hearts.

The demon cultivator will kill if he sees it.

Xie Rongjiao said: "Yangcheng is near Buze Academy, could it be the same as the magic cultivator in the academy? It's easy to be noticed in Buze City, so it's better to choose a secluded place."

"There's something wrong. If there is only one demon cultivator on both sides, the demon cultivator in Yangcheng town needs ten people, and if he dies he wants to advance to the Hinayana realm. How did he hide in front of my eyes?" Jiang Jingxing's voice became quieter, almost spontaneity Talking to himself: "I can't say that I really want to confirm my guess."

With the dean's hearing ability, it's not hard to hear clearly, but he didn't ask further: "At least there are clues, which is a good thing. Just in time for the graduation exam, I will list this matter as a group of topics, and I will personally lead the team to investigate."

Students who have studied in the academy for four years will usher in the graduation exam. After passing the exam, it is true that the mountains are high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping, but there are many people who are sadly repeated every year and cry for their parents.

The graduation examination is divided into two parts: the internal examination and the external examination. The internal examination is simple, that is, you must pass all the assessments of the course selection and pass the examination.

In contrast, the content of external examinations is much more varied.

The more normal ones are like going to the northern frontier to kill the enemy; exterminate bandits;Abnormal and even the practice of hunting ghosts, finding lost pets such as cats and dogs.

Everything depends on lottery.

It's a test of face and luck.

It is rumored that when the current class of students of Buchou Academy are about to graduate, the incense of the Taoist Temple in Buchou City is always extremely strong, the donation of sesame oil money is always extraordinarily large, and the students who offer incense are always extraordinarily pious.

Even the prayer wishes are very consistent, nothing more than "bless me not to fail the exam" and "must take an easier external exam".

The dean has been in charge of any academy for decades, how can he have no idea about the students in the academy?

"I made an exception for the graduation exam this time. I personally order the students in the team I lead."

Otherwise, he was afraid that the students he got would stop doing anything all day long and just go to worship God and worship Buddha.

In front of the saint, I can't afford to lose this face.

Besides, there is still the young master of Fengling City standing here. There are three sects in one city, and no one wants to lose face in front of the other party, for fear that their own jokes will spread throughout the southern region in the next moment.

Jiang Jingxing sighed with a mean mouth: "If the two demon cultivators are really one person, I think he is really caring."

He said slowly: "Seeing that we have been looking for him for the past few days without any clues, he rushed to send us clues, as if we were afraid that we would not be able to catch him."

The dean's expression is serious: "So what? There are saints in the battle. Although I haven't used it for many years, I haven't forgotten how to use the sword. Not to mention a magic cultivator who is about to break through the Hinayana, Mo Luolai should also give what he deserves." confession."

Jiang Jingxing felt as if he had been put on a high hat, his shoulders sank, and he replied: "I heard that the headmaster's swordsmanship is excellent, and I don't want to have the opportunity to see it today. I am looking forward to it."

You are not a majestic saint, what do you expect me to do?

The dean has a toothache.

Xie Rongjiao was eating lotus seeds, thinking very simply.

He has Zhenjiang Mountain in his hands, and at worst Jiang Jingxing by his side, so why be afraid of traps?

We should thank others for digging a hole to show them off.