Catch yourself across the world

"Losing?" The boy with the second illness in middle school stretched out his palm, and then slowly held it, "I never know how to write typing!"

Huang Mao put one hand in his trouser pocket, calling himself a cool brother: "Teacher, if you lose, agree to be my boyfriend."

Although the wrestler did not speak, he clearly stood on the same front as the other two.

"can!"

As soon as Mo Lingyuan's words came out, the five people all focused their attention on him, especially Ishua, who hesitated to speak, and finally just glanced at Huangmao, his eyes were slightly cold.

"You can use any means, attack!" Mo Lingyuan's tone was obviously the same as when speaking normally, but the content of these words made people angry.

Huang Mao wiped the hair on the top of his head, raised his head and raised his eyelids, the corners of his mouth curved: "Are you looking down on us?"

"In this case, then I will attack first." Mo Lingyuan kicked his leg before he fell, the speed was completely beyond anyone's expectations, and the strength was amazing. The boy with the second illness screamed and flew A few meters away, he rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before stopping, clutching his waist and curling up, apparently unable to get up.

"You..." Huangmao was startled, but he reacted quickly, and quickly backed away to distance himself.

After the wrestler saw the power of Mo Lingyuan's move, he immediately used his supernatural power. His supernatural power is soil, and its level is three. At his age, it is not bad.

The wrestler roared, the yellow halo on his body flickered, the soil on the ground rolled up, and soon formed a wall of earth, separating him from Mo Lingyuan.

Mo Lingyuan looked at the dirt wall in front of him with interest. In fact, he had every chance to kill the wrestler just now, but he was also quite interested in the supernatural power here.

The squad leader who was watching the battle not far away shouted: "Shameless, Bi Fighting actually used a supernatural power!"

"Shameless! Shameless..." Other students also shouted.

The wrestler's face was neither blushing nor short-tempered, and he retorted back confidently: "The teacher said that any means can be used!"

Disdainful voices came from the students in the distance.

Huang Mao looked at the boy with secondary illness who fell on the ground, and then at the wrestler playing a rogue. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with both hands, and rushed towards Mo Lingyuan.

Mo Lingyuan's posture didn't change, he turned his head slightly to avoid Huang Mao's punch, and kicked out, hitting Huang Mao's calf.

"Hiss!" Huang Mao hopped back on one foot. Seeing that Mo Lingyuan hadn't caught up, he was relieved at first, and then became unwilling, thinking that the three bullies on campus would be let down to such a point today.

Huang Mao quickly rubbed his calf a few times, gritted his teeth and rushed forward again, punching like the wind. No matter how he moved at that time, he couldn't hit Mo Lingyuan.

"The speed is too slow, the strength..." Mo Lingyuan grabbed Huang Mao's wrist, "Too light!"

Pulling Huang Mao forward, he raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach. Huang Mao opened his mouth and almost spat out, his face was distorted in pain, and he felt that his internal organs had been displaced.

Mo Lingyuan let go, and slapped Huang Mao on the back, directly slapping him to the ground.

Mo Lingyuan was condescending: "What do you think? Do you still want me to be your boyfriend?"

Huang Mao struggled to turn his head, smiling uglier than crying: "Teacher, do you think it's okay for me to be your boyfriend?"

Mo Lingyuan stared at him seriously, as if appreciating something in his eyes made Huang Mao tremble.

Mo Lingyuan shook his head slowly: "No, I only like those with black hair." There was a meaning in the words.

At this moment, a large clod of soil smashed towards Mo Lingyuan, and fell to the ground with a bang, the clod of soil shattered, and the soil scum was covered with yellow hair, but Mo Lingyuan who was standing there was nowhere to be seen. the shadow.

In the exclamation of the students watching the battle, amidst the doubts of the wrestlers, Mo Lingyuan appeared behind the wrestlers at some point, and went down with a knife in his hand. The young and strong man immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground .

Huang Mao involuntarily closed his eyes, seeing the wrestler fall to the ground, he felt pain himself.

Mo Lingyuan walked up to Huang Mao and stood still: "I heard that among the three of you, there is one with the ability to reach the fourth level, who is it?"

"It's just him!" Huang Mao pointed to the place where the boy with the second-year-old boy was lying, but surprisingly, there was no one there at the moment.

Where did the second illness go?Huang Mao's head was empty, and he just pointed a finger into the distance, and froze there.

Mo Lingyuan suddenly flipped backwards, his jet-black hair was flying in the air, and he smiled slightly at the person who turned around in front of him: "Why, do you want revenge?"

The teenager with a second-year illness moved away the hand covering his waist: "It seems that we all underestimate the teacher."

"What is your ability, show me."

The teenager with a second-year illness raised a hand unexpectedly: "Teacher, I admit defeat."

The surroundings were suddenly quiet. What did they see and hear?

"Ah! The teacher is so handsome!" The cheers were loud.

"You..." Mo Lingyuan glanced around blankly, "Those who haven't finished running will add ten laps."

"Ah..." The cheers turned into howls.

Mo Lingyuan looked at the three people who were standing and lying down: "Although the three of you are late, you still came to class, so..."

"Not punished?" Huang Mao answered quickly.

Mo Lingyuan glanced over lightly: "The punishment is lightened, you only need to run around here a hundred times."

Huang Mao twitched his lips: "Teacher, where did you come from?"

Mo Lingyuan walked to Huang Mao's side, bent down, and the shadow fell on Huang Mao's face: "Didn't you say that the teacher came out of drunkenness and dreaming?"

"Teacher, I was wrong, and I dare not do it again." Huang Mao's heart became a big river, and the other was a big river.

The wrestler woke up leisurely, just in time to hear Mo Lingyuan's words of a hundred circles, with a stalk in the neck: "Even if we don't run, teacher, you can't do anything about us, right? The school prohibits teachers from corporal punishment of students!"

Mo Lingyuan straightened up and looked back: "The credits are zero, I don't know how it will affect you?"

The wrestler stared wide-eyed: "Even if you are a teacher, you have no right to give us zero points."

Mo Lingyuan said meaningfully: "Teacher, I came in through the back door."

"What do you mean?" Huang Mao got up from the ground with a look of confusion.

"Stupid you! You don't understand what it means to go through the back door?" The boy with the second-year illness raised his leg and pushed Huang Mao's buttocks.

The teenager with a second-year illness avoided his gaze: "The teacher means that since he can come in and become a teacher, he can also make our fighting class credits zero."

Finally, after school in the afternoon, the three of them gathered here and ran until they were paralyzed. Since then, they have left a deep psychological shadow on this new and handsome fighting teacher.

After the fighting class was over, Mo Lingyuan grabbed Yishua and left him a sentence: "Come to the room to find me tonight."

Ishua showed an indescribable expression, looked at the place where he was arrested, and fell silent.

The middle school boy and Huang Mao walked in, and the wrestler followed behind them. Huang Mao looked at the back of Mo Lingyuan who was walking away: "Hey, what did the teacher tell you just now? What is your relationship with the teacher? "

"Does it have something to do with you?" Ishua looked indifferently, glanced at the three of them, and left directly.

"Huh?" Huang Mao looked at the boy with the second-year illness, "What do you think he's dragging, it's amazing to have a backstage!"

"It's great to have a backstage!" The boy with the second-year illness had a dark face and a gloomy tone.

"Uh..." Too bad, I forgot that this person also has a backstage.Huang Mao was sweating profusely.

Ishua didn't know what Mo Lingyuan asked him to do, but there was nothing to hesitate about this matter. After he rejected his confession, the atmosphere between the two was weird, but this was not the case. own fault.

Walking into the apartment building specially prepared by the school for teachers, coming to Mo Lingyuan's door, and ringing the doorbell, everything Ishua did was not unnatural.

"Come in!" Mo Lingyuan's familiar and seductive voice came out, and the door opened at the same time.

"Excuse me." Ishua entered the room and found that Mo Lingyuan was writing something in the living room.

Approaching the past, Ishua understood what Mo Lingyuan was doing, but was even more surprised: "Is this kind of thing actually painted?"

As soon as the words came out, Ishua was taken aback.

Mo Lingyuan was drawing a fire-attribute talisman, and the mysterious pattern was smoothly drawn out from under his hand, and there seemed to be something stirring in the surrounding air.

A talisman was completed in one go, Mo Lingyuan put down the pen, looked back at Ishua with a chuckle: "Of course it was drawn."

Ishua suddenly realized something, and turned his head aside: "Sorry, I didn't mean to read your secret, don't worry, I won't keep it in my heart, and I won't reveal it to anyone else."

Mo Lingyuan held up the talisman and put it in front of Ishua's eyes: "Do you think anyone can draw this?"

"Huh?" Ishua's attention was drawn to the talisman.

"And..." Mo Lingyuan let go, and the talisman turned into countless fiery red flame butterflies, flying around them, "I originally planned to teach you the art of talismans."

"Teach me?" Ishua's eyes followed the flaming butterflies, "What you said is true? This kind of thing is very secret and precious even among you monks? Teach me, no problem?"

The flame butterfly slowly burned out, and Mo Lingyuan caught the falling sparks: "You are a special existence to me, as long as you don't betray me, I can give you anything you want."

"Special...does it exist?" Ishua muttered to himself, obviously you, the person who suddenly broke into my life, are the most special one.

Mo Lingyuan dragged Yishua to the open space: "However, the technique of talisman cannot be practiced overnight, and it cannot be performed without spiritual power. I will teach you the technique of self-cultivation first."

"What is that?" Ishua glanced at Mo Lingyuan's long, white fingers and left him.

"The so-called cultivation technique, if cultivated to the extreme, can live as long as the world, and can destroy the world with one person's power, but..." Mo Lingyuan stared at Yishua and pondered for a moment, "Xiuya, do you know ? Cultivators practice the art of self-cultivation, but the process is extremely difficult and takes hundreds of years. However, I have a shortcut, do you want to try it?"

"A hundred years and a thousand years?" Ishua laughed, with a perfunctory expression on his face, "What's the shortcut?"

"The method of dual cultivation, besides, I can teach you personally." Mo Lingyuan approached Ishua, his eyes were full of mystery.