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A figure suddenly appeared beside her. Hua Xia was not surprised. She took back the talisman and casually placed it on the table. The disappeared 'old man' finally came back and sat at the table next to Hua Xia.

Yun Jinshu felt a familiar force from the man in front of him. His eyes darkened and he suddenly glanced at the girl who had wasted several pieces of yellow paper: "Do you know him?"

It was naturally impossible for Hua Xia to talk to Yun Jinshu at this time. She shook her head and wrote on the yellow paper: This guy is mentally ill!

Yun Jinshu never thought that the two seemed to have a grudge against each other, so the pulling might not have been done by this person.

The seats in the teaching room were not full, and soon a gentleman in a Taoist robe walked in from outside. After briefly introducing himself, he began to teach how to draw basic talismans.

The gentleman was old, with two long tufts of beard hanging down on both sides of his lips. He was holding a whisk in his hand and drawing talismans in the air.

After the demonstration, the gentleman started checking the talismans from the first row downwards to see if there were any problems with the drawing. He shook his head every time he walked past one, and shook his head again when he walked to the next one.

The scene was funny.

Hua Xia picked up the pen and drew an old man blowing his beard and shaking his head. When she looked up, the man walked to her desk and glanced at the book in Hua Xia's hand. He looked closely and felt that it looked familiar. After taking a closer look, it was him!

"You!" the teacher spoke, and he was very angry as soon as he opened his mouth, "Did you listen in class? Did you draw the talisman?"

Hua Xia pointed to a stack of talismans next to her. The old man squinted and took a look. She drew down all the talismans taught in the class, including those he mentioned in passing, without any error. She could use them by inputting spiritual power.

The old man glanced at Hua Xia, the frail child of the Feng family.

"good......"

What a pity, he is a natural born spell caster!

If fate could be changed, I would definitely become a legendary talisman master.

I just don’t know what the circle in it means. Maybe it’s a misplaced paintbrush.

Realizing that Yun Jinshu was looking at her, Hua Xia turned her head and wrote on the yellow paper: "Are you shocked?"

Yun Jinshu turned his head away without saying a word.

After leaving the bamboo house, Yun Jinshu remembered one thing, which was the reason that prompted him to sleep underground. During the long time, he seemed to be waiting for someone, but he could never wait and time became unbearable, so he might as well just fall asleep and die.

He turned back to look at the girl who was lazily and casually drawing her teacher.

Is he going to wait for her?

Why?

When Yun Jinshu met Hua Xia's gaze, the words she called him a lecher rang in his ears again, and he looked away in panic.

A little doll...

Although naughty, he is very intelligent.

Come to think of it, is it because there is no one to inherit the legacy?

Is there still a disciple missing in your destiny?

With such a disciple, the formerly deserted Yunshang Peak should become lively now.

Never mind, let’s just take a look first.

After class, Hua Xia stood up: “Mr.

The teacher stopped and looked at him. The frail girl trotted forward a few steps, already out of breath, and stuffed a stack of yellow paper into his arms.

The old man shook his head: "You don't need to hand in practice works."

"No." Hua Xia smiled and shook her head.

The gentleman looked down and saw a stack of small portraits of himself, with all kinds of lifelike expressions.

"..."

"You need to pay more attention in class."

Yun Jinshu passed by and glanced at the teacher's arms, then turned away, wondering, if he became her master, would she also paint many small portraits for him?

Hua Xia returned to the Bamboo Garden under the careful care of her maid. Yun Jinshu no longer followed her and no one knew where he went.

Instead, Feng Qingxue, who plays the role of a clown in the plot, came.

"Eldest sister." The girl asked hesitantly, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Sister, I really didn't mean to hit you, I don't know what happened to the whip..."

"Miss Qingxue, the third master said that you need to rest." The maid stopped Feng Qingxue from getting closer.

Feng Qingxue nodded obediently: "I understand, elder sister, have a good rest, I will come to see you next time."

Hua Xia looked at Feng Qingxue's back as she left. The other party didn't seem to care much about her as an elder sister. She was trying to make her presence felt at this time, more so that she could protect her if the original owner's father really came to settle the score in the future.

Although Feng Qingxue didn't know what the whip was about, she would definitely hold the heroine responsible. After a while, she would become even more aggressive in dealing with her father's concubine's daughter.

Hua Xia just treats it as a show.

Guiyun Pavilion is the residence of the president of Yunqi College.

The old man who had returned from the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts sat on a rattan chair in the hall and sighed, "The patriarch has not awakened yet. Perhaps it is really just the movement of a spirit beast."

A high-level spirit beast appeared on the outskirts of the Forest of Beasts. They almost thought it was the awakening of the master of the family. The powerful pressure forced the spirit beast to flee to the outskirts. Yun Yu went to investigate with excitement, but found nothing.

There was no sign of anyone coming out of the deep ravine, and the coffin of the head of the family was intact.

Another Yun family disciple heard this and consoled him, "Dean, the patriarch will wake up one day."

The Yun family used to be the leader of the five great families in the Yunqi Continent, for no other reason than that their family had produced a man named Yun Jinshu, a powerful man who was almost at the level of a god.

Yunqi Academy was originally built by the Yun family, and many royal families came here to admire its reputation.

But after Yun Jin's death, the Yun family moved outside the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, set up a barrier, and lived in seclusion.

Yun Yu shook his head sadly: "Eh, forget it, this is fate, it cannot be guessed."

"I only hope that I can still see the honor of the head of the family in my lifetime."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the air: "Yun Yu."

The old man's eyes were dazed for a moment, he sighed, waved his hand, and said with great sorrow: "It's as if I'm back to my youth and heard the master of the family calling my name."

The white-haired old man shed two lines of tears from his eyes: "Master! Yu'er misses you!"

Yun Jinshu, who stood in front of Yun Yu, said: “…”

He held his forehead slightly. He had been with the little girl for so long that he forgot that others couldn't see him.

With a casual gesture, Yun Jinshu's figure gradually appeared.

The extremely sad dean wiped away his tears, and when he saw Yun Jinshu, he was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his right fist and punched his chest.

"Master! Yu'er is missing you so much that he's hallucinating."

"This illusion is so real. The master of the family was clearly wearing this brocade robe on the day he passed away. Hey, Yun Xie, take a look. It's just my illusion. You can't see it."

The young disciple standing by had never seen the face of the patriarch, but had seen his portrait.

He spoke in a trembling voice: "Master?!"

The old man said, "When the Patriarch passed away, I was still a child. You were not even born yet, so how could you possibly imagine the Patriarch's heroic figure?"

"Thinking back then..."

Yun Yu suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Yun Xie, and pointed at the 'illusion' in front of him: "Yun Xie, do you see someone standing here?"

The young disciple nodded: "Yes, Dean."

Yun Yu's eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up from the rattan chair, then knelt on the ground with a plop: "Master?"

"Are you really the head of the family?"

Although Yun Jinshu didn't really want to admit that this was a descendant of his Yun family, the child from the past had grown up, and after hundreds of years, he still behaved in the same way when facing him.

"Get up."

Yun Yu realized that this was the soul of the patriarch, and he bowed firmly: "Yun Yu greets the patriarch."

Yun Xie quickly followed suit and knelt down: "Yun Xie greets the head of the family!"

Maybe it should be to pay homage to the ancestors.