Refinement, masculinity

That day Meng Ling woke up very early, washed and dressed, and left with Duan Cheng under the expectant eyes of Duan's family. In the past 10 minutes, Duan Cheng stopped on a hill in the suburbs.

Seeing that he had put away the magic weapon, Meng Ling guessed that he would not be leaving in a short time, so he looked around. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think it could be linked with the word "college", but then he thought about the real world after all. It’s different, maybe there’s another reason, so I put up all my energy and stared at Duan Cheng without blinking, wanting to see how he would open the gate to the academy, and then I saw him open the door from the storage bag. He took out a piece of cloth and spread it on the floor, took out several steaming lunch boxes and various melon and fruit snacks, and arranged them one by one. Finally, he poured two cups of hot tea and sat on the floor.

Meng Ling: "..."

Seeing him standing still, Duan Cheng stretched out his hand to say hello: "Daughter-in-law, come and eat, it's still hot."

Meng Ling went over and sat down silently.

Duan Cheng opened the lunch box, pushed it in front of him, and pointed to the distance: "From this angle, the sunrise is just right, and the sun will come out in a while."

"..." Meng Ling remained expressionless, "Why do I have the illusion that we are not going to the college today but a picnic? Tell the truth, the college hasn't started yet, right?"

"How is it possible?" Duan Cheng took out his phone to look at the date, his face serious, "It's right today."

"Then what are these?"

"Eat."

Meng Ling: "..."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Meng Ling began to eat in silence, then enjoyed the after-dinner refreshments while watching the sunrise, and when Duan Cheng poured him the third cup of tea, he finally couldn't help but asked: "... May I ask you What the hell are you doing now?"

Duan Cheng was beside him, stretching out his paws to hug him: "You kiss me and I'll tell you."

Meng Ling lowered his head and drank his tea calmly.

"Okay, I'm waiting for people from the academy to come and pick us up," Duan Cheng explained, "The students selected by the academy are personally selected and notified at the door. Some of these people come from a family of cultivation, and some have no contact at all I have passed through the world of comprehension, so the organizer needs to get in touch with those people before the school starts, and arrange a time and place to send someone to pick them up. They called me three days ago, and I made an appointment here."

Meng Ling was a little surprised: "You don't know the way?"

"I know."

"...Then why do you let them come? Let's go there by ourselves."

"No, I have hidden my cultivation. In the eyes of monks, I am just a mortal." Duan Cheng looked innocent, "So how can you expect ordinary people like me without cultivation to control magic weapons? This is too cruel."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng continued to hug him, rubbing him into his arms from behind, and happily reminded: "Daughter-in-law, the name I use in college is Ling Aicheng, Mengling's Ling, Aimu's Ai, Duancheng's Cheng, Don't make a mistake."

"..." Meng Ling said, "Please give me some face and thank you. Also, you dare to choose such an ugly name."

"It's fine if I think it sounds good. What's the use of face, can it be eaten?" Duan Cheng took his hand and put it on his lips and kissed it, "It's so real."

Meng Ling silently withdrew his hand. He had already calmed down about it. After thinking for a while, he turned to the business: "They don't know that you are from the Duan family?"

Duan Cheng hummed: "Only a few high-level people in the college know, and others don't know. Don't worry, they won't say anything."

Meng Ling didn't know the strength of the Duan family, but from the specifications of the Duan family's mansion and Le Rong's reaction when he saw the mark on his body, he could guess that the Duan family should not be simple. Everything has to be evaluated and looked at by the crowd. Wherever he goes, there will be a group of people pointing at him, especially when his performance is too weak or wrong, the ridicule cast on him will be several times more than that of ordinary people. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

But it is undeniable that he was able to enter the academy thanks to Duan Cheng. Without Duan Cheng, he still doesn't know how miserable he would be. So although he didn't want to wear the hat of the Duan family, he never said it clearly and would not say it clearly. Originally, he planned to ignore no matter how many unclear sights he encountered in the future, but Duan Cheng told him not to worry about these things.

He couldn't help but glance at him, knowing that Duan Cheng did this because he didn't want to cause trouble for him, so he kept his name incognito, and didn't make an appointment with the academy to pick him up at Duan's house.

Although this person is a bit of a dick, he is very careful and understands him very well.

Duan Cheng looked at him expectantly: "Are you moved?"

Meng Ling was silent. He was really grateful, but the person in front of him was a pushy guy, so he absolutely couldn't say anything, so he had to change the subject: "I said before that I would transfer dormitories, but you said they all knew that I belonged to you... so what?" , so if you don’t tune it for me, why do you say that only a few people know it now?”

Duan Cheng raised his eyebrows, and repeated with a smile: "Then what?"

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng kissed him, stopped teasing him, and answered honestly: "Our dormitory looks the same as others, but it is specially arranged by the above. If you want to change, they must ask the above. Do you think they will?" promise?"

Meng Ling was silent, drinking tea with his head down, and then noticed that someone's hands were getting more and more irregular, so he pulled him away and threw him aside, sitting calmly waiting for someone.

Time passed by, and there was not even half a person, even Duan Cheng couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you come?"

Looking at the endless mountains around, Meng Ling asked suspiciously, "How did you tell them?"

"I said we'll meet here."

"... You didn't say which mountain it was, did you?"

"Well, I was at home when they called, so I just pointed out a random area, but their efficiency is too poor, so I haven't found it for so long," Duan Cheng was quite picky, casually comforting, "It's okay, just wait a little longer, it will come sooner or later..." He paused slightly and looked into the sky.

Meng Ling also looked up, but found nothing, surprised: "What's wrong?"

Duan Cheng was startled, and quickly withdrew his gaze, with a natural expression: "It's okay."

If the opponent's cultivation base is lower than his, he can still find out even if he uses the invisibility tactic, but he forgot that he is an ordinary person now, fortunately his wife asked, otherwise he would have revealed his secrets.

Meng Ling glanced at him, always feeling a little strange. Just as he was about to speak, there was a flash of light, and there were two more people in the open space.

These two people looked very young, with a little tiredness on their faces, but they still pretended to be calm, breathing quietly: "Are you Meng Ling and Ling Aicheng?"

Duan Cheng was instantly happy when he heard the name: "Yes!"

Meng Ling: "..."

The two staff members nodded, and suddenly saw the snacks on the ground, their expressions froze. They had been desperately trying to find it since the morning. These two people enjoyed it very much, it was simply too evil.

Duan Cheng could see their cultivation, so he naturally understood that they were tired, so he took out two cups from the storage bag and poured tea: "Here, thank you, drink some water, and leave after drinking."

The two hesitated for a moment, but they didn't refuse, and took them one after another. One of them saw that they were good-looking, and during the process of picking them up, he intentionally stretched out his finger and probed for Duancheng's spiritual root, but almost dropped the cup on the ground by mistake. He was simply horrified. With this person's excellent spiritual roots, he could be nominated for the first class, even better than the current nominees, but why wasn't he on the nominated list this year?

Duan Cheng smiled: "Are you okay?"

The man quickly sorted out his emotions: "...it's okay."

Duan Cheng then turned around and cleaned up the things on the ground. His cultivation could cover it, but his spiritual roots couldn't. Being discovered by one of the two, all he has to do is to find a way to shut up the only person who knows, and when he enters the academy, and someone wants to get close to him to inquire about the spiritual root, he will not let him be so easily. The opponent succeeded.

The staff member quickly calmed down, took a look at Duan Cheng, and knew that he would definitely become very outstanding in the future, so he intended to establish a good relationship with him, and asked without words: "Where did you get this bag?"

The notice they received was that these two people had never been in contact with cultivation before, so they came to pick them up, but this bag was a storage bag that monks used to, which made people curious.

"We joined a group after we knew that we were qualified to learn cultivation," Duan Cheng lied and didn't make a draft, "I met a lot of friends in it, they gave it to me."

That person nodded, at this time the other person just finished drinking the water, thanked him, returned the cup, and was about to set off, he called out the magic weapon to signal them to come up, and couldn't help asking: "How did you get here?"

Surrounded by mountains, this place is quite remote. How did two ordinary people get here?

Duan Cheng blinked, with a pure face: "We were too excited after answering the phone that day, so we immediately packed our bags and left home, and kept climbing the mountain for three days, until now."

Meng Ling: "..."

Two people: "..."

Faced with two probing gazes of "Are these two people crazy?", Meng Ling remained expressionless for a while, and endured it.

That person was also suspicious before, could it be that this person was not included in the default list because of Tai Er?No, when will IQ factor be considered in class division?

A group of people left quickly, and the two staff members were a little tired because they had spent a lot of spiritual energy looking for someone. Moreover, they had to worry about the endurance of ordinary people flying at high altitudes, so the speed was not fast.

The scenery below kept changing between mountains, cities, and wilderness, and finally stopped in front of a lush forest. They descended slowly and began to fly deep into the forest. Meng Ling kept watching, and there were towering old trees in his vision. He was a little surprised that there was no building similar to a house at all, and he was about to ask Duancheng, but found that the trajectory of the flight was not a straight line, and it seemed to follow some rules.

"There is a formation here?"

The front staff hummed appreciatively: "There is also a little illusion, it's a very simple thing, as long as a monk can break it."

Meng Ling nodded, and continued to stare down. As the altitude continued to decrease, the thick vines and boulders gradually disappeared, and the field of vision instantly opened up. In front of him was a magnificent palace-style building, backed by a mountain. From here, you can still see the mountain There are scattered buildings, and it is obvious that the space behind them all belongs to the academy.

In front of the palace is a square paved with marble, filled with teenagers who are about their age, they are students at first glance.

The two staff put them down. Meng Ling noticed that one of them looked at Duan Cheng with a little fear, and even looked up inexplicably. He couldn't help being surprised, and asked after they left, "What happened to him?"

"It's nothing, he can detect my spiritual roots, so I just told him my identity and told him to shut up obediently," Duan Cheng shrugged, "I asked, they are students from the previous class, and they were temporarily called to help , and will go back to the sect in the future, he doesn't have the guts to leak the news, don't worry."

Meng Ling hummed, looked around, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly. He could even imagine the reason for this situation: freshmen came to the school to report, and chatted together in twos and threes, and suddenly one or several of them were annoying Noisy, or to show their differences, or just because of the second disease, they began to meditate cross-legged, eyes closed, others saw, some envied his calmness, some felt ashamed that he was too impetuous, and some He didn't want him to be alone in the limelight, so people who knew how to cultivate truth also meditated one after another.

But this age is the time when the second-year illness is rampant. Teenagers want to show their differences, so they choose to meditate in weird places and postures. cover.

But after all, there are many people who don't know how to cultivate, so you will see a group of people surrounding one person, and the person in the middle is imparting experience eloquently, and making gestures by the way, looking good.

In addition to this, another scene can be seen here. There are people with large and small storage bags hanging on their bodies, constantly shuttling through the crowd, enthusiastically selling items, and smiling like flowers on their faces.

In short, the people in this square are full of strange things, and it is very lively.

Duan Cheng glanced at him: "What are you thinking?"

"..." Meng Ling said, "Heretic cults, pornography, pyramid schemes."

Duan Cheng: "..."