Medicinal Immortal

The corners of Tangning's mouth twitched slightly. How much does Yan Director appreciate this Nangong Lingyun? I said that I think he is very good, and he has surpassed most of the students in the academy, so I asked her?

At the moment, she smiled and said, "It's not bad."

"Hahaha, it's really good. I think there must be someone who is selected by Shizongmen." Director Yan laughed, and a look of expectation flashed across his eyes.

Hearing this, Tangning raised her brows slightly. It seemed that Director Yan had high expectations for Nangong Lingyun! Unable to help, she looked at Nangong Lingyun who was standing on the square below.

At the same time, after saluting the instructors above, Nangong Lingyun stepped aside and stood still. At this time, he looked up at the instructors above without a trace.

But I didn't want to. When his eyes fell on the instructor at the end, his heart shook sharply, his face showed a look of error and shock, and he couldn't help taking a step forward.

"Ning'er?"

The sound of exclamation came out of his mouth with shock, but at the moment the instructors looked at him, his gaze fixedly looked at the little girl who calmly met him and looked at him. Monk.

No, he is not Ning'er, he is a man, a monk, and even the tutor of the Tianlong Academy. How could he be his childhood sweetheart, but he has lost cultivation base and cannot cultivate Ning'er?

At a glance, it is indeed easy to admit mistakes, but upon closer inspection, there is a clear difference between the faces of the two.

The instructor sitting here exudes a calm and peaceful atmosphere. Compared with Ning'er, his facial features are less feminine and more masculine. Even if they are similar, they can only It is said that there is a three-point appearance, because the auras on the two of them are very different, and he was surprised at that moment, so he screamed and misidentified him.

"Ning'er? Who do you call?" Yan Dao asked in surprise.

Nangong Lingyun put away his thoughts, and said, "I admitted wrong." He raised his head, looked at the little monk who was looking at him, and said: "Just a quick glance, I just felt that this instructor looked like an old person. Look again, I knew I had admitted wrong."

Yan Dao looked at Master Tang, but didn't say anything, just waved his hand, because seeing students coming in one after another, there were more and more people in the square.

Tangning took a deep look at Nangong Lingyun, and then took a sip of tea from the teacup in front of him, and then closed her eyebrows, not knowing what she was thinking.

At the same time, in a place not far from here, Mo Ye and the dean were standing under the tree with their hands on their hands, looking at the people on the square. To be correct, the dean was looking at the new students, and Mo Ye was looking at the little bald head sitting in the tutor's position.

"Is that little monk a new student? How could he be a mentor?" Mo Ye's deep gaze fell on the little monk who was sitting at the back, looking very quiet and low-key.

Even though he was sitting there at the back, he gathered his breath, but that suit of Tsing Yi, a bald head, and that exquisite and outstanding face were already destined to be low-key.

Even sitting in a corner, one can see his presence at a glance.

The dean followed his gaze and landed on the little monk with a smile and squinted his eyes: "You mean him? He was originally a tutor."