Xunyang Notice

In the public classes of Xunyang Ancient Studies, those who want to listen to the lectures usually sit in the front, and those who don’t want to listen to the lectures sit in the back, and no one cares if they really don’t want to come.

Jiang Ning had never met so many people, even if the entire first-year students were here, the number seemed wrong, right?

He looked back blankly at the auditorium, which could almost be described as overcrowded, and frowned.

"Good afternoon, teachers and students! I'm Jing Rong, the teacher of your basic practical class." The young lecturer was dressed formally, with neat suit pants, a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. He was a typical gentle professor. Write down your own name, and the handwriting is as chic and romantic as a human being.

"I used to have a lot of people in public classes. I heard from other teachers that it was because I was handsome..." Jing Rong said seriously, "But when the number of people was the most, it was not like today. It must be because I ate melons on the forum yesterday. , today I came here to see what Teacher Jing Rong looks like."

The students didn't expect that Jing Rong would talk about it face to face, and the whispered discussions were mixed with good-natured laughter.

"Since you're here, don't waste your time. Let me tell you about the basic application of talisman paper. Everyone has seen that there are no electronic devices in the classroom. Then how can the teacher let everyone hear my voice clearly?" A talisman paper silently ignited at his fingertips.

Following Jing Rong's explanation, exclamations came from the classroom, "Wow!"

Even students from aristocratic families have never seen anyone who can use talisman paper so delicately.The little piece of talisman seemed to be given life by him, becoming a naughty elf, burning and suspended in mid-air, neither falling nor being burned to ashes.

Moreover, Jing Rong has rich practical experience, and the stories he used as examples are very attractive. The students gradually forgot the purpose of coming here in the first place, and focused all their energy on Jing Rong's slender fingers.

When it came to the free questioning session, a boy raised his hand, "Teacher, I didn't come to listen to your class today because you are handsome, although you are indeed handsome. It is not because I got melons on the forum, although I did eat melons."

There was another burst of laughter below, Jing Rong's expression was gentle and he signaled the boy to continue.

"Since I came to Xunyang, I have been looking for you, Teacher. Unfortunately, I was lucky enough to meet you once when Ranzong came to visit." I have been living in your shadow since I was born. As long as you are not doing well, you will hear them say, look at the scenery of others, blah blah blah blah... Teacher, I want to see hand-painted silver symbols, please convince me with your strength. "

This time the laughter couldn't stop, and someone yelled, "Teacher, I have the same style as him."

"Teacher, I also want to see hand-painted silver symbols."

"It's all because the teacher is too good." Jing Rong spread his hands helplessly, "It's not impossible to draw talismans, Jiang Ning, please help the teacher prepare."

Suddenly caught by CUE's Jiang Ning, he was pushed onto the podium by Jiao Yang amidst the booing of his classmates.

The pen is an ordinary pen, and the paper is an ordinary core paper. Jiang Ning's face is hot, and the hand that adjusts the cinnabar shakes slightly.

"What did the forum say yesterday? Ask me if Jiang Ning and I are holding hands."

Jing Rong handed Lang Hao to Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning continued blankly, Jing Rong held his hand, dipped cinnabar on the paper and finished it with one stroke.

Before the students could react, the talisman paper was ignited, and a sentence fell into Jiang Ning's ears lightly, seeming to be true and illusory, "Is senior Xize here today?"

Because of Xi Ze yesterday, the two didn't have time to make any intimate moves.Although Jiang Ning thinks that Jing Rong has always been a gentleman to him, even if Xi Ze is not around, he will not do anything beyond the rules, but...

Being teased suddenly in front of so many people, Jiang Ning barely maintained his indifferent expression, and glared at Jing Rong with his back turned to his classmates.

It was rare to see Jiang Ning showing a coquettish expression, and Jing Rong's smile deepened, "Student Jiang Ning, is my sound transmission talisman working well? Can you hear the specific content of the sound transmission?"

Before Jiang Ning could respond, a courageous girl suddenly asked, "Teacher, you are so close to classmate Jiang Ning, and you didn't let go of your hands and you still made some noise. Is it not convenient for us to hear?"

With the precedent of girls, other students followed suit: "Teacher, did you really hold hands yesterday?"

"Teacher, what we want to see is the hand-painted silver talisman. If you have anything to say to Jiang Ning, you can talk quietly when you have a lot of time after class."

"Student Jiang Ning, what did Teacher Jingrong tell you?"

Jiang Ning blushed, and the expression on his face was tense, Jing Rong didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, let go of the person, turned around and pricked his finger at the needle left in the cinnabar ink cartridge, dripped a drop of blood into it, and picked up the wolf hair to dip in the ink again.

With just a few simple movements like this, all the students present felt the change in Jing Rong's aura, and they all put away their laughing expressions, staring at his every move without blinking.

With the same stroke, Jing Rong calmly took out his private seal and stamped it on the lower right corner of the talisman paper.

There seemed to be something surging in the air, I couldn't tell what it was, I just felt my scalp tightening, and the silver light floated on the ordinary yellow talisman paper. Many new students knew that the legendary silver talisman itself was not silver.

It was also the first time for Jiang Ning to see the Scenery Painting Talisman, and he felt uncomfortable, with a feeling of being suppressed and suffocated.

"Only highly offensive spells will behave like this." Jing Rong said, and everyone recovered from the weird atmosphere just now.

"What about the golden talisman?" Like a ghost, Jiang Ning remembered the golden talisman that made Yueli Ghost King avoid his sharp edge, and made Ranzong change his face and surrender when he saw it.

"Golden talisman... is the power of lightning, it cannot be said to be a talisman paper..." Jing Rong rubbed Jiang Ning's head, "This is not included in the freshman course."

"Ah..." the student who was concentrating on waiting for the answer wailed.

"Ah..." Seeing Jing Rong's petting eyes screamed.

The two mixed together, and the atmosphere in the classroom heated up again.

Jiang Ning nodded and packed up the teaching aids.

Jing Rong glanced at his watch, the time for this class was almost up, "Because of some personal reasons, I have already submitted my resignation to Guxue, and the school has agreed to my application after discussion, this will be my last public class in Guxue .”

"Huh? Teacher Jing..."

"Mr. Jing, why?"

"How could this be? The teacher clearly spoke so well, what a pity..."

"Teacher, can you think about it again?"

Jiang Ning didn't hear Jing Rong talk about this matter. Thinking of the comments Jiao Yang showed him last night, he felt that it must be because of him.

Jiao Yang, who was sitting in a row, was also very surprised. He knew that Jing Rong liked the atmosphere of ancient studies, and taught here for a period of time every year.

"Mr. Jing is because of classmate Jiang Ning?" Someone finally asked loudly.

"Hush..." Jing Rong put his index finger between his lips, motioning everyone not to say, "You just need to know!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

The bell for the end of get out of class just rang, and the atmosphere was so hot that the roof would be lifted.

Clap, clap... There was applause, Jiang Ning looked up and found that it was Teacher An Lin. Too many people didn't notice it before. There were several familiar teachers sitting beside him, including Jiang Ning's mentor Luo Yi was also present.

Someone took the lead, and everyone applauded. Jiao Yang recorded a short video excitedly.

Jing Rong saw that Jiang Ning lowered his head slightly, looking unhappy, and pulled people away first, leaving the room full of boos.

"Angry?" Jing Rong thought that he had done too much and made the little boyfriend unhappy.

"Why didn't you tell me? Did I embarrass you?" Jiang Ning looked at Jing Rong with regret in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You see, I don't have time to teach. One semester has passed, and I only teach this public class." Jing Rong took Jiang Ning's hand, "I just came back yesterday, I didn't have a good rest, and I have to get up early today Lesson preparation, really has limited energy. Or do you dislike your boyfriend for being unmotivated? A good teacher is not a good teacher, just resign if you say resign?"

Jiang Ning knew that Jing Rong was making him happy, so his face softened, "You have been teaching ancient studies for so many years, you must like this job, now for me..."

"I stayed in Guxue mainly because of my status. Xunyang wanted me to stay here. It sounded a little bit forced. I didn't think it mattered at that time. Anyway, my life is short and I have responsibilities that I can't get rid of. Where is it?" , It’s the same for everything, but now I have you.” Jing Rong leaned closer to Jiang Ning, “I can’t let you be wronged with me, not at all.”

Just after class, the corridor was full of students, Jiang Ning wanted to break away when Jing Rong held him, but when he heard these words, he couldn't help but squeeze back a little.

The ancient science forum became lively again due to the resignation of Jing Rong, the host appeared to apologize: "I caused trouble, I'm sorry, I posted this photo yesterday, really because I like Teacher Jing Rong very much, it's rare to meet in school, and I was excited for a while. Today I heard from a freshman girl that Teacher Jing Rong resigned, I am really sad, I have no intention of studying now, I don’t know what to do, whether to apologize in person or just pretend to be dead so that no disgusting people appear, woo woo woo..."

"Please stop attacking Teacher Jing Rong and Jiang Ning, it's all my fault, scold me and scold me."

"I'm sure I'll scold you, don't worry."

"It's immoral to secretly take pictures of others, and it's posted on the school forum. I really don't know what the host thinks."

"Do you know how much trouble you will cause others because of your actions? What's the use of being sorry? Why do you need the police if you're sorry?"

"He can just be someone else and say that he resigned because he has a guilty conscience and knows that what he did is wrong, and he is not worthy of the title of teacher."

"I don't understand why some people like to stare at other people's private lives. Do you know how good Mr. Jingrong is? He completed his university studies in country Y, got the scroll in the entrance examination, and was specially approved by the principal to participate in ancient studies in his freshman year." And the task of Bureau 61. After staying at the school to teach, every time the Bureau 61 encounters a difficult case, he always asks Mr. Jing Rong to help him. Why don’t you go to see his achievements? It’s because he is so good. Compared with him, you are not as good as yourself , so you have to find an opportunity to step on it, so that you can feel that you are better than anyone else?"

The host realized that he said too many mistakes and could no longer control the direction of the matter, so he had no choice but to delete the post and find a corner to wipe his tears secretly.

In fact, Jing Rong and Jiang Ning were not affected much by this incident, especially the comments on the forum. Jiang Ning only took a look at Jiao Yang's place to know what was going on.

Because the demon master is an adult, the monster race and ghost race are all affected, and the Xunyang contract can no longer play a binding role, and they act unscrupulously in the world.

Bureau 61 was busy with all staff, and 23 field workers were sacrificed in just two months. This was undoubtedly a very big blow to the bureau, which was already understaffed.

The Xunyang Ancient School dispatched staff to fill in the vacancies, and the students gradually discovered that the teachers who were recognized as relatively strong were not at school recently, and seemed to be out on secret missions again.

Someone posted a post on the forum, suspecting that a major accident occurred in a certain place, so that the school suddenly lost one-third of the teachers, and the official website of Guxue more than doubled the tasks.

Someone posted a post and someone followed it. Those students from the aristocratic family were very well informed, and their remarks gradually became rationalized.

Xiao Cheng and Shao Chen were too busy to pay attention to these overly energetic children. On New Year's Day, the winter vacation was early, and only the junior, junior and senior religious students were required to be on call at any time.

Jing Rong, Jiang Ning, and Jiao Yang were asked to stay in Xunyang, because the outside world has been too chaotic lately. If anything happened to any of them, it would be a catastrophe like the sky falling.

Of course Jiang Ning would not agree, he wanted to go back to attend Jiao Qi's engagement banquet.

In the end, Xi Ze came forward and promised to guarantee the safety of the three during the winter vacation, and the three were able to escape.

After Xize was confirmed as the demon king by the scroll, Yun Shangao came to Guxue to meet him in person, and his treatment in Guxue is now higher than that of Jing Rong.

Master Jingxiang heard the news and asked to go to City B together, but he made some kind of concession to get Xize to obediently agree.

The car that the Ye family came to pick up was parked in the Guxue villa area. Jiang Ning had already opened the car door, and was seeing Yu Mingcheng who had finally returned after going out for a long time.

The originally tall, bright and energetic boy looked tired and silently looked in the direction of the convoy, not intending to come forward to say hello.

"Senior Yu?" Jiang Ning felt that his mood was not right, so he took the initiative to walk over.

Yu Mingcheng looked at Jing Rong who was silently waiting by the car, and said softly, "I went out on a mission this time, and only I came back alive among the eight people."

Jiang Ning's eyes widened, he opened his mouth and said nothing for a while, "You..." He heard that Yu Mingcheng was doing well in the 61st game, and even went on missions with them, but he didn't expect to encounter such danger.

"I came here to tell you that there are powerful ghosts trying to deal with you, so be careful yourself." Yu Mingcheng turned and left after saying these words.

"Senior?" Jiang Ning chased after two steps, and quickly said: "Every field worker who died in the mission is a national hero. They guarded thousands of ordinary families. However, there must be sacrifices if there is protection. Today is theirs. , It may be your turn tomorrow. We may be afraid of death, but we will not compromise in the face of human interests. Seniors, please be proud of the pioneers, and don’t be sad for them.”

Yu Mingcheng didn't expect Jiang Ning to say such a thing, and then he understood what he meant, and murmured, "I let a little one comfort me." Then he smiled slightly and strode away.

"He is a man of firm belief, and nothing will happen." Jing Rong walked over and patted Jiang Ning on the shoulder.

"En." Jiang Ning nodded, a little embarrassed, "Did you hear that? Is it a bit of a second grade when I said that just now?"

"After experiencing this kind of thing personally, it is indeed prone to post-traumatic stress disorder. What you said is very good. I didn't expect you to react so quickly."

Jing Rong called Principal Shao Chen, asking him to pay attention to Yu Mingcheng's mental state, and asked him about the mission.