Refinement, masculinity

The main hall is a lobby with 11 bays. The stone pillars standing around are all black, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, which is very solemn. The windows on the walls on both sides of the gate have been opened, and the breeze brings the light fragrance of the mountains. It is refreshing. .

The chairs were already arranged according to the class division. Meng Ling found the seat of his class and sat down. He looked up and saw a small podium in front of the hall. Both the color and the carved patterns matched the main hall very well, so it didn't look obtrusive. The podium Below is a row of tables and chairs for the school staff to sit on. It seems that it is no different from the opening ceremony of ordinary schools except that it is not outdoors and the national flag is not raised.

Seeing his daughter-in-law looking around, Duan Cheng explained in a low voice: "This opening has changed with the times, in order to make the students look friendly so that they can adapt to school life as soon as possible."

Meng Ling nodded and sat patiently.

There are only three classes in the academy, and the number of people is much smaller than that of ordinary schools, so it is easy to manage. The new students are quickly seated under the leadership of the staff, and gradually quiet, the ceremony begins.

As time passed, Meng Ling listened to a long list of history boringly, and finally found that the principal was giving a speech. He took a look and saw that the principal was very handsome, wearing a well-fitting suit, with a calm demeanor and wise eyes. He nodded secretly , This is indeed a person who does not make mistakes easily.

"First of all, I would like to express my sincere congratulations to you for being able to enter this school and to be able to sit here." The principal didn't say much, omitting gorgeous and empty rhetoric, and went straight to the point after a simple opening. The basic arrangement of the semester and the approximate time of several assessments, and then began to talk about the rules of the school: "Except for the basic rules to be followed, there are not so many restrictions here. Strange clothes and even naked running are fine, no one cares about you, but if you want to compete, you must inform the teacher to watch by the side, otherwise you will be punished as a violation of discipline, well, that’s about it, finally, welcome to the Cultivation Academy, and welcome to step forward The world, thank you."

The freshmen applauded and watched the principal leave, and the host came back again.

According to the normal order, the teacher representative should speak next, but there are only three classes in total, and there are not too many teachers, and the people invited are different for each class, so this round is replaced by the introduction of teachers, and let Each teacher showed up on stage and said a few words.

Meng Ling was watching with great interest, when he suddenly heard a trembling voice from the side, very soft and low, but with uncontrollable horror: "Damn!"

He hastily turned his head, extremely surprised, since the acquaintance, Duan Cheng has never swearing, except for occasionally saying "damn it", he was immediately puzzled: "Why?"

Duan Cheng didn't answer, just stared at one direction, unbelievable.

Meng Ling followed his line of sight, and saw a person standing on the right side of the hall, obviously the teacher who was going to give a speech later, that person had long hair, combed it all behind his back and tied it with a rope, very casual. He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, very ordinary, but that face... Although Meng Ling has seen countless handsome men and women in the Duan family, he has to admit that this face is quite good, and the delicate features are somewhat neutral. But there is no feeling of femininity, especially enchanting.

He observed for a while, and found that the eyebrows of this person were somewhat similar to Duan Cheng. He vaguely guessed a possibility, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? Do you know him?"

Duan Cheng regained his composure slightly, and before he could answer, he heard the host's mysterious description finally come to an end, and said with a smile: "Who is he? Next, please give Mr. Duan Ze and Duan a warm applause."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene was in an uproar. The students who had never been in contact with cultivation looked around blankly. They could only see the obvious excitement, ecstasy and admiration on the faces of those who knew the inside story. Some people even couldn't help standing up. It's almost like a superstar is there.

Qi Jun heard it clearly, and suddenly looked at Meng Ling, feeling horrified, could it be that Meng Ling is Duan Ze?No, if this was the case, the man next to Meng Ling would have been a scumbag long ago, and it would be impossible for him to hug Meng Ling carelessly like today, but that man's surname is not Duan, who the hell is he?What happened to the Duan family emblem on Meng Ling?

Meng Ling didn't notice the gaze cast on her at all, but watched Duan Ze come to the stage, and asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship?"

Duan Cheng finally adjusted back to his state, and said lightly: "My second brother..."

He still couldn't believe it. The representative of the college invited him to give a lecture that day. Although he refused, his father said that he would invite other people from the family to come over, but he didn't expect that this person was Duan Ze. What a joke, Dad How in the world moved him? !

Meng Ling was puzzled: "Your second brother? Why did you react so strongly?"

"Daughter-in-law, you have to know that in an ancient and very large family like ours, there will always be one or two god-like characters, commonly known as perverts."

Meng Ling: "..."

"My second elder brother is," Duan Cheng twitched his lips, and briefly introduced, "He is a single-line Thunder Spirit Root, which is even rarer than your Wind Spirit Root. It may not be possible to produce one in hundreds of years. The people here are very upright in appearance, do you think he looks like a good person? Not like that, but some people believe the leader of the cult.”

"..." Meng Ling nodded silently.

"Also, he only has two expressions all year round." Duan Cheng stretched out his fingers and said in a low voice, "Laughing or gloomy, there is not even a transition in between. When he smiles, it doesn't mean he's in a good mood, and when he's gloomy, it doesn't mean he's in a good mood." I'm in a bad mood, oh yes, he's still a ruthless character, in order to chase his wife, he can even make chrysanthemums..."

When he said this, he suddenly paused and quickly jumped to the side. The next moment he heard a click, and a thunderbolt struck directly, splitting the chair into a pile of shards in an instant, screaming everywhere, and his cold sweat fell down. up.

Meng Ling looked paralyzed at the wreckage next to him, then slowly turned his head to look at the stage.

Someone maintained a smiling face and lazily elongated his voice amidst the din: "Don't whisper to each other when I'm talking."

Duan Cheng looked at him sadly, dared to be angry but did not speak out, came back silently to put out the flames of the residue, squatted down sadly on the ground, held his wife's hand and begged pitifully for comfort.

Meng Ling: "..."

The scene was still a bit chaotic, Duan Ze moved his fingertips, several electric currents buzzed in the air, he smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

The hall was instantly quiet, and a needle could be heard, Duan Ze was satisfied, stopped his hands and continued to talk, the faces of the freshmen below who had never been in contact with cultivation turned pale, and their eyes were horrified, while the young masters and young ladies of those aristocratic families looked at him with shining eyes , with a look of admiration, wishing that he could stay on stage forever.

Qi Jun had a panoramic view of the scene just now, and felt that Duan Ze and Ling Aicheng should know each other, and it became even more strange. Could it be that Ling Aicheng wanted to use the power of Duan's family to protect Meng Ling, so he painted the clan emblem on purpose to make people misunderstand Meng Ling? Ling is the daughter-in-law of the Duan family?He frowned slightly, no, it's just an opportunity, there's no need to write the word daughter-in-law, as we all know, people in the Duan family will be very serious when they encounter matters related to their daughter-in-law, no one dares to make such a joke, or this is Duan Instigated by Ze?

He subconsciously looked at Duan Ze, stared for a moment, and suddenly found that the two looked alike, but Ling Aicheng was more handsome, while Duan Ze was a bit coquettish... His heart moved, and an instant thought of a possibility, if Ling Aicheng's If the name is fake, then it all makes sense.

Ling Aicheng, Meng Ling, Ling Ai...Cheng...Duancheng!His face changed instantly, he was extremely horrified, that person turned out to be Duan Cheng!

It is difficult to describe how big the gap between them and Duan Cheng is.

For monks, the history of cultivation can be roughly divided into the ancient prehistoric, the upper three thousand, the middle three thousand, and the lower three thousand. As for whether they will change their names in the future, they don't care.

In the upper three thousand, the spiritual energy in the mainland is excellent and strong, and it is easy to practice. Almost every hundred years, there will be a monk who successfully advances to become a god and soars. Thousands, the cultivation is getting more and more difficult. At any rate, there will be monks in the stage of transformation every few hundred years in the middle three thousand, but in the lower three thousand, only one monk has appeared in the past 1000 years.

The realm of cultivation can be roughly divided into condensing energy, foundation building, alchemy formation, nascent soul, transformation of spirits, etc. Currently, the spiritual energy in the mainland is quite thin, and it is difficult to advance, and it becomes more and more difficult as you go up. A person like Feng Bai with good talent and excellent spiritual roots started to practice since he was five or six years old, and now he has cultivated to the fifth level of Qi Condensation in ten years, which is already very good. It will take more than 20 years for the difficulty to increase, that is, at the age of 40 or [-], you should be able to advance to the foundation building, and it will take longer to reach the next level of alchemy.

But geniuses like Feng Bai are in the minority in this world after all. To reach that height, most monks will spend several times or dozens of times as much energy and time as Feng Bai. In the base period, life is slowly consumed.

Of course, since there are extremely mediocre ones in the world, there must also be extremely outstanding ones, like Duan Ze, who only appeared in the past 500 years. The single-line Lei Linggen monk, who has advanced to the foundation at the age of 25, was known as the genius among geniuses at the time. Genius, this has something to do with his excellent single-line spiritual roots.

Generally speaking, a single spiritual root is more beneficial than multiple spiritual roots, and it is easier to cultivate. However, Duan Cheng of the Duan family has dual spiritual roots of water and fire, but he insists on cultivating both spells. The most shocking thing is that He advanced to foundation building at the age of seventeen, which would have been considered a miracle thousands of years ago, let alone now, the entire comprehension world is shocked by this discoloration. It is certain that no matter how he develops in the future, based on this alone, he will Enough to be called a myth.

Therefore, the gap between them and Duan Cheng is almost impossible to measure.

And now that this myth is in front of him, and Meng Ling has his eyes on it, how can this not surprise him?

"Qi Jun, Qi Jun..."

Qi Jun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Feng Bai: "Huh?"

Feng Bai smiled: "The following is the student representative speaking, let's go."

Qi Jun glanced at the podium and saw that Duan Ze had finished speaking at some point, so he nodded and got up to make preparations.

After the freshman’s speech, there is a summary, and then each class is led by a monk to the classroom. The classroom is a spacious hall, supported by pillars of hardwood on all sides. Due to the hot weather, the doors and windows between the pillars have been removed and replaced by The curtain is emerald green, only one-third of the curtain hangs down, and the breeze from the mountains blows slowly, which is very pleasant.

The monk who brought them here was very easy-going, with a smile on his face, stood on the podium and briefly introduced himself, saying that he was the head teacher in charge of them from today on.

"You guys get to know each other first, I'll find a few people to go to the warehouse to get wooden swords," the monk smiled and said, looking around, obviously impressed by Duan Cheng who was almost struck by lightning just now, pointing at him, "You, how many of you are there?" Come with me."

Duan Cheng had no choice but to look at his wife reluctantly, and then left.

The classroom was silent for a while, and soon became noisy. Two teenagers suddenly approached Meng Ling and asked curiously, "What did you say just now? Why did Duan Ze only hit him when so many people talked?"

"..." Meng Ling said, "It's nothing."

Those two people didn't believe it: "Really?"

Meng Ling nodded expressionlessly.

"Then his luck is really great!" The young man's eyes lit up, his face full of envy, "If I can get Duan Ze to pay attention once in my life, death will be worth it."

Meng Ling: "..."

Meng Ling glanced at them, guessing that these two people might come from aristocratic families, but because their qualifications were too low, even if they had a little cultivation, they would still be assigned to the third class.

The people nearby looked over upon hearing this, and asked strangely, "Is he really so powerful?"

"That is, when we were not born, about 50 years ago, a grandmaster successfully ascended to the ascension. This is the only grandmaster who has attained the Tao in a thousand years. It is quite powerful. You will know it later, and Duan Ze is his only direct descendant." Disciple, after Grandmaster ascended, his cave will belong to Duan Ze, and there are many good things in it."

"Don't just talk about that, Duan Ze himself is also very good, okay?" Another teenager interjected, "The rumors about him are not false, let's not talk about anything else, let's just say that there were a few Jindan stage demons more than ten years ago." Xiu Lian wanted to tie him up, but he fought hard for three days and three nights, and managed to get rid of them all by himself."

Everyone was fascinated by this, and someone asked, "Why did you tie him up?"

"There are many rumors, but I asked my grandfather, and he said that the most likely purpose is to let Duan Ze break the seal," the young man said mysteriously, "He is Lei Lingen, who can break the seal set by the demon cultivator."

"What kind of seal? Is there a treasure inside?"

"I don't know, it's just a guess, who knows if it's true, what I want to say is that Duan Ze is very powerful," the boy's eyes were full of admiration, "I didn't expect that the college would invite him to teach this year, I really hope that I can Talk to him next time."

"I think his younger brother, Duan Cheng, is stronger than Duan Ze," another boy said, "Don't look at those guys from Class [-], they are not even scumbags in front of Duan Cheng, hey , who is about the same age as us, how can he be so strong? Is it really hereditary? It seems that marrying a strong wife is really good for the next generation."

Everyone was immediately aroused by him and asked questions.

The young man then began to tell about Duan Cheng's deeds. Meng Ling had been listening quietly. At this time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and looked sideways. Seeing those people coming back, Duan Cheng walked back slowly with a few swords in his arms, and then After a sudden pause, he took half a step back and looked at the bug on the slate, and happily poked it with his sword.

Meng Ling fell silent for a moment, the reality is really cruel.