Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

The opening ceremony is over.

The four of them followed the flow of people to forage for food, and then met in the big classroom after the end.

The first group lecture this afternoon was completed in the large classroom.All three teachers will be there.

The four sat at the back, watching many people coaxing to grab a seat at the front, very calm.

There are few people sitting behind, so it is naturally eye-catching.

"Xiao Ji, you put that handkerchief in Li Tiansheng's place!" The tall man who provoked Xiao Ji that day in the martial arts class appeared again.

"Zhao Long, what's the matter?" Someone next to him asked the tall man.

Ji Qingquan looked at it and pricked up his ears to listen.

Zhao Long pointed at Xiao Ji and opened fire, his face was gloomy and dusty: "Son of a dignified general, are you playing dirty?"

Xiao Ji was curious: "Did you see it?"

Zhao Long raised his chin slightly: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ji Qingquan's shoulders shook, and he turned his head to the side trying not to let others find that he was smiling.

It was quite stupid. At that time, he quarreled with his companion immediately.

Guan Yang listened on the sidelines, his eyes were filled with "interesting, continue", and he almost didn't come to make a snack to eat and watch.

"Hey, shouldn't Chai Yixing be in class with the second grade?"

"It's not time for class yet."

"You have to follow Xiao Ji all this time?"

"I've all gone to miscellaneous classes..."

Chai Yixing pretended not to hear it at all.

Ji Qingquan recovered from his suppressed laughter, sneaked out a pack of dried sweet potatoes, elbowed Guan Yang, and shared snacks with the crowd.

This dried sweet potato was made by Mr. Song some time ago out of boredom, saying that he was afraid that he would not be used to eating it at school.

After Guan Yang took it, he blinked his eyes hard with a smile, and gave Ji Qingquan a thumbs up.

So the two of them ate dried sweet potatoes and watched the show.

"If you don't see it, don't accuse others casually." Xiao Ji turned her head to see if anyone showed an expression, but saw two roommates eating dried sweet potatoes, "..."

Zhao Long also looked over.

So everyone looked over.

Guan Yang was holding a half-eaten dried sweet potato in his hand, and was taken aback when he was seen, wondering if he should continue eating.

Ji Qingquan blinked and asked in doubt: "Don't people in your imperial capital eat dried sweet potatoes?"

Dried sweet potatoes?

The high-level cultivators have bigu, and the low-level ones just want to eat. Who usually makes a sweet potato?

However, there were a few who also came from remote towns. They took out other dry goods from themselves, and with a little expectation on their faces, they asked the people next to them: "I also brought food, can I eat it in the classroom?" ?”

This development was caught off guard.

Zhao Long's provocation was interrupted, and his face was mixed with green and red, which made him look more interesting.

Li Tiansheng, the greasy guy who was with Zhao Long before, is a bit refreshed now, but the expression on his face is not much better than Zhao Long's.

For some unknown reason, he glanced at Xiao Ji and the four of them disdainfully, and then pulled Zhao Long away: "Trash is still rubbish after nine years, what are you doing talking so much?"

Zhao Long immediately laughed along with him, and also glanced at Xiao Ji with disdain.

Ji Qingquan thought, oh, the show is just right to watch, and the dried sweet potatoes are really delicious.

After being told this, Xiao Ji's expression didn't change at all. Instead, he came over and took a dried sweet potato and put it in his mouth: "Huh? The taste is not bad."

He also took one and handed it to Chai Yixing: "You go to class with the second grade, and you also need to get the magic weapon."

Chai Yixing nodded and went out with dried sweet potatoes.

God knows how unsuitable it is for an iceberg to eat dried sweet potatoes.

Ji Qingquan looked at Xiao Ji: "This is my dried sweet potato."

"I'll pay you back next time." Xiao Ji smiled.

Guan Yang gnawed on the dried sweet potato, he didn't understand Xiao Ji's attitude: "Do you not mind?"

Others have slapped him in the face like this, so he is not convinced.

"The grades are in hand, laugh at the mad dog." Xiao Ji said in a low voice.

Ji Qingquan: "..." Sure enough, it's not really a level of Qi training.

Guan Yang: "..." But your grades are not good.

A man ran over from the front of the miscellaneous studies class. He was a little timid, but he still tried his best to talk to Xiao Ji: "Well, if you have any troubles, you can tell us all. We are not afraid of the martial arts class."

Several people from the miscellaneous studies class behind him watched. It seemed that he was a representative sent out temporarily.

Xiao Ji held the dried sweet potatoes and squinted her eyes: "Yes. I will work hard to practice and try not to be at the bottom of the next test. Our miscellaneous studies class is not the weakest."

The person in the miscellaneous studies class's eyes lit up when he heard this, and nodded: "Xiao Ji, come on."

After speaking, he ran away.

This episode of the beginning of school didn't make much noise, it was just children's little fights, very simple.

The official lecture started, and the three teachers on the podium took turns to introduce the content to be taught and the sections they would be responsible for. After the introduction was completed, they would start teaching from internal strength first, and the remaining two teachers left.

Since the talk was about inner strength and mental methods, Dong Shuya listened to it and supplemented it appropriately.Ji Qingquan had a question he was not sure about, so he simply wrote it down, just to show it to Dong Shuya.Dong Shuya answered after reading it.

Xia Chu didn't know why he was there today to listen to the class together, and occasionally asked questions, and Dong Shuya would answer them.

The foundation of comprehension is much the same, but Ji Qingquan heard that the foundation is much more solid.

Time flew by, and when he returned to the dormitory at night, he hung up Do Not Disturb on the door, waiting for the time when everyone in Wu Zong's plane would pay attention.

It was his 12th birthday tonight.

This time is the moment when he fully connects with the Wu Zong plane.

The decor in the room is very simple.

Ji Qingquan is writing a letter and intends to deliver it to Xinniao tomorrow, and help to give Song Lao a peace.The letter bird in the realm of comprehension is a spiritual bird, which delivers letters very quickly, and as long as it is alive, it will not lose its letters.

Also in the imperial capital, it will definitely be delivered within half an hour.

He probably wrote down the roommates he had made, so that Mr. Song didn't have to worry, the classmates were very innocent and kind.

God knows where the innocence and kindness of the classmates who pop up from time to time to stab him, even his roommate is very complicated.

Xiao Ji is still hiding his realm from him.

In the end, Ji Qingquan expressed that he liked his college career very much, and would practice hard to create a better tomorrow. He hoped Mr. Song would take good care of himself and Jin Sinan.

Everyone in the Wuzong plane expressed doubts about his "cultivation well".

After the letter was written, he considered whether to sleep for a while, anyway, he could get the result after waking up.

Ma Liu climbed onto the bed, lay down on his back, and closed his eyes.

"Are you going to sleep? - Xia Chu"

"Wait, we are not sure what will happen next! - Fang Hongzhong"

Ji Qingquan closed his eyes: "You can predict and deduce it. You have to believe in yourself."

"If something unexpected happens, it's most convenient to be awake. ——Wu Jiu"

"What are you sleeping on! Get up and practice!——Gu Dahai"

"Aren't you going to revisit today's homework? -Dong Shuya"

"In life, there must always be something to give.——Du Xuanling"

Ji Qingquan still closed his eyes: "Life is always ups and downs - just get used to it."

Everyone in Wuzong: "..."

"... Can you fall asleep when we keep talking?——Xia Chu"

Ji Qingquan opened his eyes, a little helpless: "Why don't I make myself dizzy?"

Everyone in Wu Zong: "..." It's okay to get dizzy some time ago, don't mess around at this sensitive moment!

Chatting casually, Ji Qingquan didn't really want to practice, but the people in the Wuzong plane didn't intend to let him sleep, so they let him just lie down and wait for the time to pass.

He couldn't actually sleep either.

It has been a month since he established a live broadcast platform connection with Wuzong Plane.

Although he said he was always studying and studying in this month, the other side was sincerely for his own good, and sincerely hoped that he could try his best to protect himself before the two parties broke up the relationship.

Treating him purposefully will always make Ji Qingquan feel a little more at ease.

Three, two, one.

The time has come.

Even though his eyes were closed, Ji Qingquan found that there was a bright light in front of his eyes, red mixed with black and white snowflakes, slowly expanding from the center to the outside, from one point to the whole world.

A warmth spread from the back of his head to his whole body.

He has a mysterious and mysterious feeling, which is very wonderful.

Stepping through the clouds, passing through the fog, losing the perception of orientation, losing the perception of taste, smell and hearing, leaving only the pure sense of touch.And this sense of touch can't touch the real thing, and it's all empty when you grab it.

The aura in his body was running crazily, from the small Zhoutian to the big Zhoutian, laps faster and faster, so that his original progress of practicing qi training on the fourth floor was like taking drugs to the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, and finally stopped at the ninth floor .

After nine layers of qi training, the power in his body began to be compressed as a whole, and the liquid-like refreshing aura gradually thickened.The nine-turn lotus blooms in the dantian, with a thin layer of petals, exactly nine pieces.

He is still on the ninth floor, but this aura is more than the ninth floor.

Puff, something broke.

Ji Qingquan didn't open his eyes, but found that he could see.

He saw mountains, saw water, saw a large piece of land, saw the cultivator flying in the air, and saw himself in the huge picture suspended in the air.

This is the landscape of Wu Zong's plane.

Just as soon as he thought about it, he saw a palace.

A large piece of transparent glass is set above the palace, and the sky outside can be seen.

He couldn't hear the voices in the palace, but many people were talking and arguing violently.There were six people sitting on the stage, looking at the sky together, but no one spoke, there was only one child who was the same age as him but felt much more mature than him.

They are the people he has been in contact with this month?

With a slight movement in his mind, he opened his eyes.

In front of him is an ordinary ceiling, the simplest accommodation room.

He got up from the bed.

Really... is there a connection?

"If you can, Ji Qingquan, can you make an insignificant, smallest wound on your own hand? - Xia Chu"

The author has something to say: Double-opening the article, I am a bit busy.Rub your hands together, and basically change it every day or every other day.