You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

The next day, on Saturday, I came to the small building of the Red Pavilion and met Teacher Hong Chen.

Teacher Hong Chen changed his indifference attitude the day before yesterday, and was very enthusiastic about Saturday, and expressed his praise for Saturday's article straight to the point.

"But I still have a question." Hong Chen pushed his glasses and said.

"Teacher, please speak."

"Although the article is well written, is it feasible in practice? In other words, do you have any practical results to support your ideas?" Hong Shen said.

Saturday nodded: "Yes."

After a while, the two came to the top floor of the library.

A ray of skylight slanted down from the cracks in the roof, shining on the dilapidated floor.

Saturday said: "Old buildings are mostly wooden structures, which are easily damaged by wind and rain. If a layer of specially made plaster can be covered on the wooden surface, it will not only strengthen it, but also isolate it from rain erosion."

"Oh? How?" To be honest, Hong Chen spends a lot of time every year on repairing various buildings in the Cultivation Academy, including this library. One of the "eyes" of the powerful formation barrier.

Saturday continued: "Using the soil spirit root, you can find the required ingredients in the land, mix them according to the proportion formula in the ancient book, and then apply it to the surface of the building. In addition, the repair of the bucket arch and the restoration of the tiles , can be handled in this way.”

"If it's really possible, I can pay you Lingshi as a reward." Hong Chen said.

His eyes lit up on Saturday. He knew that the currency in circulation in the cultivation world was different from that of the outside world. The cultivation world used spirit stones as general equivalent exchanges. The karma, as small as the magic talisman mahogany sword, can be purchased with spirit stones.

At the same time, Lingshi also has a special function, which is to strengthen cultivation.

Both Saturday and Feng Zixuan are children from ordinary families, they have no family background, so they have no source of spirit stones.

"Then thank you Dean Hong." After finishing speaking on Saturday, he closed his eyes and followed the method Feng Zixuan taught him, which he had already practiced in the attic, to detect suitable earth and stone materials, and then put them into the attic. Crush them to mix.

The library trembled slightly at first, and then, a layer of golden mist leaked out from the gaps in the dilapidated floor, and the uniform and thin surface spread along the floor and walls. Everything it passed was completely new, even the roof on the roof The tiles and the cracks where sunlight can be seen have all been repaired by the golden mist and become brand new and regular.

Saturday even changed the original structure and rebuilt the brackets, making the roof indestructible.

After the completion of the foundation construction, there seems to be an invisible hand in the air, carefully drawing lifelike patterns of flying birds, fish and insects under the vault, which is elegant, interesting and full of antiquity, which is the icing on the cake for the repair work.

After finishing all this, Saturday's breathing also became short of breath. He didn't expect that it would take so much energy to restore the top floor of the library at one time. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the perfect place as he imagined. After the indoor environment, I feel that everything is worth it.

Hong Chen was very surprised. He didn't expect it to be repaired so well on Saturday, and his heart was filled with emotion. The library at this moment was just like what Hong Chen saw when he first came to the Cultivation Academy a long time ago. Time didn't seem to be in the attic Leaving traces in the place, he thought of the teachers and predecessors who taught him.

Hong Chen didn't speak for a while, he looked up at the roof, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and his face was full of melancholy.

"Teacher? Did I...do something wrong?" Saturday was a little apprehensive.

Hong Chen paused, and said: "No, I was thinking about other things... Your repair is certainly excellent, but it is just the icing on the cake. To do this, I will hire a few junior disciples and spend more time , can also be done.”

"Teacher, can you lend me a low-grade spirit stone?" Saturday asked.

"Oh?" Hong Chen was surprised, "What are you going to do?"

"Actually, I made a relatively elementary strengthening circle here, but it needs to be injected with spiritual power to activate it. I don't have enough spiritual power now, so..."

Hong Chen was even more surprised, he didn't notice at all when he did the magic circle on Saturday.

"Take it, you don't need to return it to me." Hong Chen took out a stone with a shimmering white light.

"Thank you teacher." He took the spirit stone on Saturday and placed it in the groove deliberately left in the center of the floor. This is the midpoint he calculated with a ruler. After putting the spirit stone into the groove, a white beam of light It shot out and hit the ceiling directly, and the spiritual power was absorbed by the special plaster that was newly covered on the wood surface, and spread evenly everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, the room was shining brightly.

The corners of his lips curled up happily on Saturday: "This strengthening circle can not only strengthen the building for a long time, but also help people practice in it."

Hong Chen already felt the refreshing aura floating in the room, making one feel like the spring breeze was blowing on the face.

He turned his eyes full of approval to Saturday: "I think, I can give you a middle-grade spirit stone."

"Eh??" Saturday was astonished. He really didn't expect that he could get middle-grade spirit stones just by doing some simple things?He originally thought that a low-grade spirit stone would be a good reward. For freshmen like them who have not even reached the foundation-building level, low-grade spirit stones can benefit them a lot.

Only 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for a medium-grade spirit stone, which was handed over to Saturday with great care by Hong Chen. Hong Chen's eyes became serious, full of expectations for the younger generation: "This piece of middle-grade spirit stone , mainly to reward you, I hope that one day, you can realize your dream of changing the cultivation world."

On Saturday, carefully holding the mid-grade spirit stone, they came to the cafeteria door, because they hadn't built their foundation yet, so they didn't need bigu, they still needed to eat whole grains to fill their stomachs.

Feng Zixuan had already occupied a table by the window. This position happened to be able to see a large blue lake behind the cafeteria. The weather happened to be fine, and the sun shone warmly on the water, making the view very refreshing.

"Ah Xuan, guess what, I asked Dean Hong, and he said that students from other classes can apply to be promoted to Class A." Putting the dinner plate on the table on Saturday, he said excitedly to Feng Zixuan .

Feng Zixuan didn't seem to be interested in this topic, he just said perfunctorily: "Oh, really."

"But you need to pass the assessment. If you can cultivate a spiritual root to the foundation within five years, it proves that you have the same ability as other students with a single spiritual root." Saturday didn't notice Feng Zixuan's depression He continued to say enthusiastically, "Actually, for someone like Tianchen, even if you give him ten years, he may not be able to cultivate. I think, either you—"

"I can't do it." Feng Zixuan interrupted Saturday suddenly, "Aliu, I'm not you, I'm Wulinggen, a waste of Wulinggen!"

Feng Zixuan was a little emotional, but on Saturday he was stunned. He almost forgot that Feng Zixuan hadn't realized the method of cultivation at this moment, and was still very inferior, and really regarded himself as a useless person.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Zixuan covered his forehead, what was he doing, he asked out of kindness on Saturday for him.

"Five spirit roots are fine. I read the book. There is a hidden cultivator who has four spirit roots, but he cultivated three Nascent Souls. Do you know that a single spirit root can at most produce one Nascent Soul? But he can cultivate three Nascent Souls, killing other cultivators who are gifted in seconds." Sat vowed.

"Really?" Feng Zixuan was stunned. He had never heard of such a strange thing, but he was so knowledgeable and knowledgeable on Saturday that he would not be wrong.

"Really, it's Donghai's hermit. It's recorded in a very remote historical biography. I guess most people haven't heard of it, but it's true." Saturday didn't blink his eyes, very Fluently make up a "success story."

Fortunately, Feng Zixuan trusted him very much and didn't ask him which book he was in.

Afterwards, Feng Zixuan's energy level improved a lot, and his appetite also improved, and he ate three bowls of rice.

On the way back, he told Feng Zixuan about his plan on Saturday.

He wants to further develop more uses of the soil spirit root, combine it with the magic circle, and create a space that is conducive to cultivation.

"In this space, practitioners can better absorb the energy in nature. At the same time, some shielding measures are also needed to isolate the interference." Saturday spread his palms and held up the middle-grade spirit stone given to him by Dean Hong , "I want to use the earth spirit root to draw out the power in this spirit stone and put it into the cultivation space, and try to see if it can 'multiply'."

On the white palm, the mid-grade spirit stone emits a faint blue light, as if hiding a clear sky.

Although the middle-grade spirit stone is precious and beautiful, Feng Zixuan felt that the palm holding that piece of spirit stone attracted his attention more.

"Can I help?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Yes, I want to borrow your wood spirit root ability." Saturday smiled, "Well... the foundation of architecture is earth and wood. I have earth spirit roots, and you have wood spirit roots. They can complement each other."

"Okay, how to use it, just tell me."

After a busy day, it was time to video with Chen Ke at night.

There was a strange feeling on Saturday. He and Chen Ke seemed to be long-distance lovers. Every night, they had to report to each other on the video.

Of course, it is mainly to report to Chen Ke on Saturday.

Chen Ke's so-called report, that is, a public opinion report, may occasionally be in a good mood, and he will talk about how many pages of the novel's income record have been turned, how the film and television project is progressing, and under normal circumstances, he will silently watch Saturday and listen to the week. The sixth talk is about the things in the Cultivation Academy.

"Don't get too close to Feng Zixuan."

This time, Chen Ke put forward his opinion very directly.

"Huh?" Surprised on Saturday, his original plan was to hug Feng Zixuan's thigh, and he had discussed it with Chen Ke, why did Chen Ke ask him to stay away from Feng Zixuan today?

"Your popularity has already risen, and now it's more than 300. Without Feng Zixuan, you can still reach 500 comments, so there is no need for you to get so close to him."

"Why? Why did you say that all of a sudden?" Saturday didn't understand, "This is Feng Zixuan's home court, he is the focus of attention by nature, not to mention whether I can get rid of him, even if I get rid of him, readers will agree Is it? Readers disagree, and I'm in for a cycle day again."

"Feng Zixuan doesn't trust you as much as it appears on the surface." Chen Ke said.

Surprised, even a little lost Saturday.

After a while, he recovered from the loss: "Why?"

"He has his own ideas. Moreover, he has low self-esteem since he was a child, and he has developed a suspicious character. He talks about trusting forever, but in fact, he is more suspicious than anyone else." Chen Ke sighed.

"But, but I'm really doing it for his own good, so why should he be suspicious?" Saturday didn't understand.

"...Human nature is complicated. In short, don't get too close to him, otherwise, you won't be able to stand it." Chen Ke didn't explain, but went straight to the conclusion.

Saturday was a bit unacceptable. Chen Ke's words were evasive, and he couldn't understand them at all.Said that Feng Zixuan suspected him?Did Feng Zixuan think he had other plans?Or did Feng Zixuan think he would harm him?However, Feng Zixuan was always so sincere, always staring at him with trusting eyes, how could he suspect him?

"I won't get too close to him. I think that five years should be enough time for me to go back. Therefore, I will only find ways to help him improve his cultivation and enter Class A as soon as possible... As for From now on, that will be another matter of Zhuo Liu."

Saturday has always adhered to his identity as a substitute, and will never overstep.

"Well, I will work hard here to let you come back as soon as possible." Chen Ke sighed, he knew that Saturday had the right idea, and his evasive way of persuading him was useless for Saturday.

But he can't tell the truth—in fact, Feng Zixuan, like me, always feels that you will run away with better people, so on the one hand, we have to do everything behind your back to become stronger, on the other hand And I can't wait to stare at you all the time, to nip in the bud any possibility of taking you away from us.

"You have to take care of your mobile phone, don't leave it on the table alone," Chen Ke warned in a serious tone, "Remember, if Feng Zixuan finds out about my existence, the consequences will be disastrous."

I was a little surprised on Saturday, Feng Zixuan didn't look like someone who would steal other people's mobile phones, but Chen Ke is the creator of Feng Zixuan, so he must have a reason for saying so.

"Okay." Saturday agreed.

Under the care of Dean Hong, the compartment on the top floor of the library building was opened up for space research on Saturday and Feng Zixuan.

Really started to build the foundation, only found out on Saturday that ordinary training methods are really useless for Feng Zixuan, he almost searched the books related to this in the library, but there is no cultivation method that can make Feng Zixuan advance even a little bit .

Compared with Fengzixuan, the single earthling root on Saturday entered the country at a rapid rate. The talent tester on the top floor can detect the concentration of earthling root. The richer the color, the better the development. The earthling root on Saturday There is a noticeable deepening every other week.

And Feng Zixuan's wood spirit root is always a layer of almost transparent thin green.

"I'll find a way." Feng Zixuan said, "Wait for me to come back."

On Saturday, I thought Feng Zixuan would be discouraged, but unexpectedly, Feng Zixuan was very calm and had to find a solution alone.

"Okay, I'll continue building the space and wait for your return," said Saturday.

If he hadn't known the plot in advance on Saturday and knew that Feng Zixuan would not meet Yan Xueyue who had a profound influence on his life until five years later, he would really think that Feng Zixuan was looking for Yan Xueyue at this moment.

【Feng Zixuan gets up and leaves.

【His back disappears at the small door of the attic.

【He knew it was time to find that strange person.

【"No matter who you are, whether you are a god or a demon, as long as you have a way to make me stronger, I don't mind following you."

Chen Ke's indifferent statement rang in his ears, and Saturday's eyes widened in astonishment. From this statement, he instinctively felt that Feng Zixuan was really going to find Yan Xueyue.

And in the setting that Chen Ke introduced to him before, Feng Zixuan didn't go to Yan Xueyue so early!How is this going?Why, the time when Feng Zixuan went to the evil way was five years earlier than the original book text?

Saturday involuntarily stood up and chased outside.

"Feng Zixuan!"

he cried.

In the bright sunshine of the afternoon, the tall and handsome young man turned his head, his expression was a bit gloomy. At this moment, Saturday had a sense of absurdity, he regarded Feng Zixuan as Chen Ke!

"A Liu, what's the matter?" Feng Zixuan's voice was as gentle as ever, as if no matter what request was made on Saturday, he would do it.

"...it's okay." Saturday closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the "don't go" that he almost blurted out. That was Feng Zixuan's fate. He will not find his unique cultivation method, and in the future, it is even less likely that he will suddenly become a Martial God because of his break with Yan Xueyue.

Some ups and downs must be experienced in order to achieve later glory.

Thinking on Saturday, he just needs to give Feng Zixuan a perfect bamboo horse, and Feng Zixuan's future life should not be interfered.

"Ah Liu?" Feng Zixuan was so sensitive, he felt Saturday's violent emotional fluctuations, as if he had read his mind - but how could Saturday know?How is it possible to know?Even he himself never thought that he would meet that person standing at the pinnacle of power...

Yan Xueyue's pseudonym Yan Weiguo in City B, with his extraordinary ability, he is very popular in the power circle, and he himself is a person who is keen on power, so when he first appeared in front of Feng Zixuan, Feng Zixuan didn't like it. I dare to believe that there will be such a person who will come to him and tell him that he can help him practice.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zixuan showed a trace of hesitation in his eyes, "You..." Did you know something?

"It's okay, I'm just, suddenly a little worried." Saturday smiled, "But I believe in you, you will definitely find a path that suits you."

"Aliu..." Feng Zixuan stared deeply at the young man in the light. For him, Saturday's trust was the meaning of his going on.

If one day, Saturday no longer trusts him, perhaps, he will fall into the darkness even more unscrupulously, and he will no longer have to pretend that the sun is upright like he is now.

"Then I'll go." Feng Zixuan turned around, and now this sunny and upright guy is the one he likes on Saturday, so let's keep it.

Watching Feng Zixuan leave, he sighed on Saturday, he had no choice but to start the plot earlier, but he didn't know if the juvenile period would end early.

Adolescence is the history of not entering "Urban Cultivation: Wastewood's Counterattack". If the adolescence ends early, will he return to reality?Or... more unlucky, continue to travel to the next unknown place.

On Saturday, I found a secluded place, took out my phone, and swiped JJ.

Little Chrysanthemum spins and spins, and the web page can't be opened for a long time.

Could it be that the signal is bad?

[Time is like running water, half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

what? ?

Hearing Chen Ke's indifferent narration on Saturday, at the same time, he looked up in surprise and found that the surrounding scene had undergone a very strange change.

It was midsummer, and the growing vegetation suddenly began to turn yellow and wither quickly. The flowers that had been in full bloom in the garden drooped their heads and fell to the ground like hailstones, leaving only the bare ones in an instant. pole.

Thin and dense snowflakes gushed down from the sky. I had never seen such a large amount of snow on Saturday. It seemed that someone took a flour sack and suddenly splashed him from head to toe. Tree tops, shrubs, gravel paths and exposed soil were covered with a thick layer of white.

[Feng Zixuan's cultivation has already achieved a small degree of success, he no longer needs to rely on Yan Xueyue's guidance, he can already practice on his own.

【He returned to the Cultivation Academy impatiently. This trip took longer than he thought. He was not afraid of being expelled for absenteeism, but he was afraid that that person would no longer wait for him.

【"Aliu, I'm back, this time, I will try my best to be worthy of you."

On Saturday, he looked dazed, until his ears became quiet again, then he lowered his head and wiped his face.

Even the phone screen is covered with snow!

After wiping the screen out on Saturday, he found that the phone was still charged, half a year later, it was still charged, yes, super long standby time.

And the little chrysanthemum on the screen finally turned out - the page of "Urban Cultivation: The Counterattack of Wastewood".

#This may be the worst time JJ was hacked#

The most urgent thing on Saturday is that his body has been half a year old in the real world, right?Wouldn't that be a big loss?

Taking a closer look on Saturday, the latest chapter of "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood's Counterattack" has not changed, which means that the "six months" he has experienced happened in one chapter, not 180 chapters.

He breathed a sigh of relief on Saturday, only then did he feel as if he was frozen.

As expected of Feng Zixuan's home court, the world awareness is really strong.

Thinking about it on Saturday, I walked out of the garden stepping on the snow while moving my hands and feet.

He was still wearing a thin layer of cultivation training clothes, he was almost freezing to death, okay?

This world consciousness is really capricious and terrifying. I don’t know when it will say "80 years have passed" or "500 years have passed"...

"Aliu—" A familiar voice came, "Aliu—"

Followed the sound and walked out of the garden on Saturday. I saw Feng Zixuan with reddish cheeks and excited expression. I haven't seen him for half a year. Feng Zixuan seems to have grown taller again, his body has become stronger, and his skin has become darker than before. I guess he has eaten It's a lot of trouble.

Feng Zixuan looked at Saturday: the young man stood alone in the snow. He hadn't seen him for half a year, but he hadn't changed. He was still white and slender, as gentle as jade.

"A Liu, I'm back." Feng Zixuan took a step forward.

When he got closer, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Saturday, not only his lips were pale from the cold, but he seemed to be shivering unceasingly.

"Aliu, why did you—"

"Ah Choo --!!!!"

A big sneeze on Saturday counted as a response.

After a while, the two returned to the dormitory. Feng Zixuan couldn't help frowning when he saw the thin clothes on Saturday: "Why are you wearing so little? The weather here is not as cold as at home. Winter is very cold. Although we are cultivators , but you will catch a cold as well."

"It's okay, just take a hot bath." Saturday said.

"Yeah, let's go right away, just as I have something to tell you."

Amidst the steaming mist, hot spring water gurgles out of the spring.

This plum blossom soup was built a hundred years ago. The hot spring eye in the Xiuzhen Academy was chiseled out, and a pool in the shape of a plum blossom was built outside. In winter, students often come here to soak in the soup, which can relieve the fatigue of the day.

After entering the hot spring water on Saturday, I felt that every pore was opened comfortably, and the cold air in the body was completely driven away. From the inside out, every inch of muscle and skin was stretched comfortably, and the whole person was lazy. He was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, there were only him and Feng Zixuan in the hot spring, and it was freezing cold, and the heavy snow had just ended, so it was difficult for the students to get excited and travel so far to soak in the hot spring.

Feng Zixuan didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, so he took off his clothes, only wearing a pair of black tight shorts, and walked leisurely from the pool, behind Saturday.

On Saturday, I really wanted to look elsewhere, but Feng Zixuan's conditions were so good, the obvious bulge couldn't be hidden even with black cloth, and he walked in a carefree posture, with his two long legs spread apart. It's very open, and it's more than one meter away with just one step.

The biting cold wind could not block the scorching breath behind him, so Feng Zixuan squatted down on the bank behind him on Saturday, with one hand propped on the edge of the stone masonry, but he was not in a hurry to get into the water.

As a gay guy, although Saturday can abide by his identity as a temporary substitute intellectually, physically he cannot ignore Feng Zixuan, a moving hormone.

Therefore, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

And Feng Zixuan, who had a clear view of this, had a satisfied smile in his eyes.

In addition to practicing methods, Feng Zixuan has also learned a lot in the past six months.Now, to him, Class A and Class B are not important anymore, but this person in front of him is the treasure that he wants to get with all his heart.