Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Xie Ling sighed slowly when the clouds in the distance rolled out a ray of golden light and opened a gap in the gray sky.

This is the top of a mountain.The haze is lingering, and there is a delicate fragrance in the wind.The building where Xie Ling lives is full of ancient flavors, the buildings are connected, the eaves are out of the clouds, and the winding corridors are surrounded by strange rocks and trees.

It occupies a very large area. If it is said that the house is too small, it should be called a palace.It took Xie Ling two hours to turn around here, and now she is sitting on a certain threshold with her hands on her knees, her back straightened to the point of stiffness, and her expression is very numb.

He shouldn't be here.

He should sit in front of the digital screen in the studio, scratching his hair and biting a pen, thinking about how to modify the design drawings.

But think about it, the word "should" is not used accurately.

He was extremely unlucky this morning. The moment he woke up and got out of bed, his heartbeat suddenly became violent, his breathing was extremely difficult, his chest hurt as if torn, and he fell to the ground with a thud.He lived alone, and he never got up after this fall. After enduring the pain for an unknown amount of time, his consciousness finally fell into the abyss of darkness.

——This is probably sudden death.

He had less than three hours of sleep last night, and before that, he had been staying up late and working overtime for half a month.

Is it really a dead end to engage in design?Xie Ling stared at the sky for a long time, feeling that if he did what he did, it would be a dead end.

Although his wish in his life is that the world does not explode and I explode, but now that it really "explodes", he still feels a little sad.

Well, it’s not just a little bit sad, it’s a lot sad.But now, the dead are dead, and they can only accept the reality.

He moved his head a little, thinking about a key question - where is this.He had been around for so long before and hadn't seen a single person. If he said he would go to the underworld after death, there should be a ghost messenger to pick him up.

His clothes were also changed.Right now he is wearing a blue gown, covered with a gauze garment with dark patterns, a jade hairpin on his head, and a jade pendant on his girdle.

Is it possible that death also comes with a dress-up effect?Xie Ling muttered in her heart expressionlessly.

After muttering, Xie Ling took a deep breath, put his hands on his knees, and stood up.

Since he couldn't find the answer in this building, he planned to go down the mountain to have a look.

The mountain road is fairly easy.After walking for a while, the wind picked up and swayed wantonly in his sleeves; the sky was still not very clear, the roadside was filled with cold fog, and the grass and trees were covered with dew.It stands to reason that the weather should be chilly, but Xie Ling didn't feel the slightest chill.

The surroundings are still quiet, except for the chirping of birds and insects, and the whistling wind, nothing else can be heard.

No way, he is the only one on this mountain?Xie Ling looked around, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive.He slowed down, found an open place, made sure that it was basically safe, swept the fallen leaves off a certain rock, and sat on it to think about life.

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, right next to my ears, saying: "Mr. Xuesheng, this year's disciple meeting has already started, and the result will be ready in about a quarter of an hour. The suzerain let me know I will hear you."

The voice was respectful and polite, but then the tone became lower, full of hesitation and helplessness: "The suzerain also said, Mr. Xuesheng, you can't stay on Hefeng this time and don't show your face. You are our sect. The signboard, even if you go down and accept half of the apprentices."

Take half an apprentice?Did you buy roast duck in the supermarket?Hello this guy give me half.Xie Ling was speechless, but some of the content of this man's words also awakened some of his memories.

——Jun Hefeng Xuesheng, isn’t he a character in a novel he read some time ago?That Mr. Xuesheng has the same name and surname as him, also called Xie Ling.

wear books?Also worn on a character with the same name and surname?Are you talking to me now?Xie Ling had a bold guess in his mind, his expression became serious, he raised his hand to support his chin, followed the persona of Mr. Xuesheng in his memory, and tentatively replied in a tone of voice:

"Ah."

"Are you agreeing? Just as long as you agree, the disciple will report back to the suzerain!" The voice responded, and the tone was full of joy.

Really talk to me!Xie Ling's back was stiff again, and after a while, when the voice ceased to be heard, it was estimated that the communication was interrupted, and then he relaxed.

He muttered with a complicated expression, "Maybe he really is wearing a book."

The name of this book is "The Way of the World", and it is an upgrade of the male lead's cultivation. He read it a while ago at work, but he didn't finish it because the leader assigned work too quickly.He still read it very sloppily, and forgot most of the plot, but because the character "Xie Ling" has the same name and the same pronunciation as him, he has more memories.

"Xie Ling" is the teacher of the hero of this article, a cold and out-of-the-world persona, with a high status in the sect, is the master's uncle of the suzerain.As for the high status, in addition to seniority factors, it is naturally also due to its own strength.

Thinking of this, Xie Ling brushed off his sleeves and closed his eyes - he wanted to feel the power of a cultivator.

According to the descriptions he had read in various novels, he took a deep breath, and then tried to calm his dantian.

Time passed bit by bit, but he felt nothing except the wind in the mountains, the chirping of insects and birds, the fragrance of grass and trees, and the tiredness of holding his breath.

Possibly wrong posture.

call--

Xie Ling took a deep breath, changed his posture, raised his hands flat, and slightly bent his fingers, imagining that he was gathering energy or accumulating some kind of strength.

But what brushed against his palm was only a tiny leaf that fell from the tree.

Xie Ling's expression suddenly collapsed, and he opened his eyes angrily.

"There's a big problem." He whispered, "Without the memory of this body, how can I use skills?"

"It's still a lie to say that cultivating immortals is a lie. This is still a materialistic world, but it's a little bit older, and there are various sects..."

"No, I don't believe it, it must be the wrong way to open it."

While complaining, Xie Ling shook his sleeves and stood up, walking towards the top of the mountain.He reckoned that it was Mr. Xuesheng's residence, and there should be books in it to study.But just after walking a few steps, I remembered that I promised that person to go to the disciple meeting.

According to that person, the suzerain hoped that he would accept an apprentice at the disciple meeting.

Apprentice...

What can he teach now?Xie Ling felt sorry for her, and regretted that she answered "um" just now.

The disciple meeting will start in a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour, that is, 15 minutes, in this amount of time, he couldn't even walk down this mountain, let alone go to the disciple meeting!In fact, he didn't even know where the meeting was held.

Xie Ling looked around and was at a loss.Wouldn't it be nice to hike down the mountain slowly and catch someone up and ask.

Xie Ling flicked his sleeves again.The sleeves of this sleeve are narrow, but the blouse outside is wide, and the tulle floats up and down with a light flick.His eyes fluttered up and down, and when he fell back to the ground, he made a decision to go back to the top of the mountain first.

The most important thing is to get the skill description.

The footsteps continued, and the speed was much faster than before.

The sky gradually brightened, dispelling the mist that filled the mountains and forests.The birds sang more happily, chattered non-stop, and trampled and shook the branches.

This time Xie Ling had no intention of admiring the scenery, but unfortunately, there was a "view" to come to him.

A stream of light came through the air and fell two feet away.

A very handsome man.Move him outside and put him on the street, the kind that can attract countless eyes.The man pursed his lips and looked at Xie Ling, but didn't speak immediately.

Xie Ling quickly put on an expression that fit her personality—in fact, she put on a straight face.

The face of the visitor was more paralyzed than his, with deep and indifferent eyes, black hair, black clothes and black boots, except for a jade button on the girdle, there was no other color.Against the wind, he stood up straight, like a sword stuck in the ground.

If Xie Ling is cold, then he is ice cold.

Xie Ling guessed that this person must be of a very high level, and was a little apprehensive, but his eyes did not flicker when he met the man, only his fingers moved twice quietly.

Following the principle of saying more than wrong, he kept silent and counted the time silently in his heart.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds... At the tenth second, the other party finally spoke, with a cold voice, like ice shaking in a wine glass.

He said: "Junior brother, I heard that you just promised the suzerain that you will accept apprentices this time."

It turned out to be a brother, thank you for bringing your own commentary.

Xie Ling put her hands behind her back, and answered in a cold tone: "Yes."

Although it is only one word, there are more or less temptations hidden.Xie Ling carefully observed the senior brother's expression, but the senior brother just frowned and said: "You like to be quiet, there are many apprentices, it is inevitable that there will be noise."

Xie Ling: "..."

The tension in Xie Ling's heart decreased, but it became more difficult for the senior brother to deal with it.He conceived several answers, all of which he felt were likely to provoke deep questions from the person opposite, so he lowered his eyes unconsciously.

His vision was also lowered, and the edges were blurred, but he happened to see a pigeon passing by with brisk steps.

There are flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals on this mountain, but there is no one else except him.Xie Ling remembered a technique taught by his Chinese teacher, called using movement to complement the stillness, so he had an idea and said, "But it's too quiet."

This also made the senior brother quiet.

There are only birds chirping and the sound of the wind remaining in the mountains, as if the peace and tranquility before the judgment comes.Xie Ling felt a little suffocated.He counted the time again, and after about half a minute, the senior brother responded, "Okay."

Xie Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then let's go." The brother said again.After saying that, he took a step forward, put Xie Ling's arm around, stepped out a flying sword under his feet, and left here in light.

The movement was too fast, Xie Ling didn't have time to react, and suddenly soared into the sky, every plant and tree on the mountain where he was just now became insignificant, the clouds scattered on both sides, and the wind blowing past was bitter.Fortunately, he is an old business traveler, and he has flown all over the country for more than [-] years in his life, so he is not surprised by this.

But there is still a bit of fear, after all, I used to sit in a fully enclosed cabin.

He tried his best to suppress this emotion, glanced at his senior brother, thinking about this person's attitude, and said that he just did it casually, and he didn't need to say thank you, so he lowered his head and looked at the scenery... no, he looked down at the sect.

The name of the sect is the same as the book that Xie Ling wears, both are called Human Path, and he can't tell what mountain it is located on, but he can see the undulating mountains and hills below, the vast green, vast and majestic.

The river is like white practice, winding in the mountains; houses and pavilions are scattered in the forest, and many people are practicing swords.Xie Ling found that his eyesight was better than before, and he could see all these things clearly, but Yu Jian's speed was too fast to study them carefully.

After a while, his altitude began to drop.

There is an open stone lawn in front of it, several towering Chinese watches, simple and ancient carvings, one side of the stone lawn is rolling with clouds and mist, and the end is invisible at a glance, and a mountain gate is erected on the other side. It is identified as "human way".

There were already many people on the stone ping, men, women and children gathered together in groups of three or four, and when they saw the two coming, they saluted one after another.

The senior brother didn't intend to respond, and took Xie Lingxing to the place with the fewest people.Xie Ling didn't know how to say much, but he didn't see how the man put away the sword, and stepped on the ground with both feet.

He wanted to steal a lesson, but he was a little disappointed.But seeing that you took off and landed quickly, without any delay, and did not encounter turbulence during the flight, it is better to give a five-star praise.

"They are this year's new disciples." The brother glanced at Xie Ling, his chin slightly raised forward.

Xie Ling looked over, and only then noticed that there was a steep mountain peak among the billowing clouds, a narrow plank road spiraled up the mountain wall, and young boys and girls with immature faces were walking past it—they were all sideways , Walking by touching the raised stones on the wall, the width of the plank road cannot accommodate two feet.

Xie Ling, who had read countless novels on cultivating immortals, immediately realized that this was the entry test for new disciples in the human world.

Xie Ling was not stupid enough to ask these people what would happen if they fell.He kept an expressionless face, took a step back, flicked his sleeves, sat down, crossed his legs, and lowered his eyelids to assume a meditation posture—this trial was too dangerous for Nima, he worried about watching Just look at it and fall down.

There are voices of conversation all around, talking about how this person is, and what is the character of that person.One after another different names passed by his ears, Xie Ling looked at his nose, nose and heart, and thoughts began to drift in his heart.

He didn't know if the protagonist was accepted as a disciple by Mr. Xuesheng at this year's disciple meeting, but in the plot, the protagonist is the only one of his apprentices.

I hope the protagonist doesn't come this year.

The protagonist of this article is not pretending to be invincible, but that he is not talented enough to be diligent enough to make up for it. He has a very serious attitude towards practice.

As for Mr. Xuesheng in the article, it is his first time accepting apprentices, so he is naturally very kind to his apprentices. No matter how late the protagonist comes to the door to ask for help, he is not bothered. He went up the mountain and down the sea to find materials for him to practice swords.

It's really touching the master-student relationship.

Xie Ling, who died of staying up late, was unwilling to take on such troublesome work.

If you must take in an apprentice, then find an ordinary one who is not very self-motivated. It is stipulated that he is studying from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm every day, and do not bother him during the rest of the time.

Thinking about it, suddenly there was a strange noise from the mountain outside Shiping.

Xie Ling was about to watch the excitement, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that the upper half of the opposite mountain was crooked, as if someone had cut it obliquely, and fell heavily and quickly.

The direction of the mountain fall was exactly where Xie Ling was. Out of physical instinct, he raised his hand——

Hua Guang shot out from between his fingers, and crashed into the mountain peak with majestic spiritual power.

Boom!

The gravel was flying, the clouds and mist were scattered, and the falling peak was knocked back impartially by this energy.

Those boys and girls who lost their qualifications for the trial because they were unable to stabilize their bodies as the mountain sloped and were about to fall down the mountain were also pushed back, their backs clinging to the mountain wall.

There was silence.

In a short time, there were loud explosions on Shiping and Xuanzhen Peak.

"How could Xuanzhen Peak have something strange at this time?" "Xuanzhen Peak shouldn't have such a situation." "As expected of Mr. Xuesheng, the response is really timely!" "Just now I was scared away... "

There are people who speak all kinds of languages.Xie Ling tried his best to maintain his cool image, sitting in the same place as motionless as a mountain.

He looked down at his fingers, and then at the opposite mountain.

Is this what I did?

As if I really did it.

Hey, it's really Schrödinger's skill.

But he heard that the senior brother in the front turned his head and looked Xie Ling from top to bottom, he hesitated to say: "You..."

Xie Ling was puzzled by Brother Cheap's tone of concern and reproach.He put his hands back on his knees, thinking about how to beat around the bush, when he heard a boy's voice from the mountain peak:

"Thank you Xuesheng Lord for your help!"

The sound is clear, like the first song of a bird on a branch, or like a spring flowing through.

Xie Ling looked up, and saw that the boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a foreign land, with black leather gloves on his hands, a moon white gauze robe, and a hood hanging behind his back, revealing a section of his waist, with a machete behind his waist , with a sparse and handsome appearance.He was standing on the top of the mountain, smiling shyly, and the sun was shining, just illuminating the two dimples on his cheeks.

It looks like it should be from the Western Regions, at least the clothes are - if the Western Regions are on the map of this world.Xie Ling made a judgment and was immediately shocked:

Wait, the clothes of the Western Regions, with a shy smile and dimples, isn't it the same as the protagonist's first appearance and appearance?

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Long time no see, still Xianxia, ​​I wish you all a happy reading.