I have been assisting these years

Wen Xuanqing watched Qi Jin go.

Yu Ling who was standing beside him tugged at Wen Xuanqing's sleeve, "Brother Xuanqing, why does Senior Sister Qi look so painful?"

The young man didn't know how to answer for a while.

Because the second senior sister seems to hate taking classes.

Because Second Senior Sister is afraid of Senior Sister?

Because the second senior sister and the first senior sister are not easy to deal with?

He thought for a long time before he could hold back a sentence——

"Because the senior sister saw that the second senior sister was with your Deputy Director Su."

Yuling actually didn't quite understand what was going on.

She has a good impression of Su Mingzhen, and many disciples like her, so what does it matter if Senior Sister Qi and Deputy Secretary Su are together?

Seeing Yuling's ignorant expression, Wen Xuanqing sighed in his heart, thinking that it's better not to let her understand this complicated relationship between women.

Qi returned to the Moon Gate and lay down for several hours.

Su Mingzhen's Concentration and Brain Refreshing Pill was so effective that she couldn't fall asleep all the time, and she was so energetic that she tossed and turned on the couch.

When Shuzheng entered the house several times, she could find that her master's posture had changed.

"what happened?"

Qi Jin raised his eyelids, sighed, and called out the name of Shuzheng in a long voice, "Do you think I can skip class by pretending to be sick?"

While feeding Awang, Shuzheng said, "Director Leng asked you to retake several courses. If you don't do this, it may be extended indefinitely."

Qi Jin was in more pain.

She got into the bed and rolled around twice, finally got off the bed reluctantly, and walked outside with her book bag.

Shuzheng in the house closed Awang's cage and sighed too.

She obeyed the island owner's order and followed Qi Jin to Yuqing Tower, so she naturally took Qi Jin's situation into consideration.

Jing Yu is one of the three great fairy islands, and the talents of the people in the fairy island have always been extraordinary. Even her servant, even if her talent is dull, her cultivation level is almost the same as that of Yu Qingque's direct disciple.

However, after all, Yuqingque is the number one cultivator sect in the world, and its disciples have extraordinary aptitude. Shuzheng has been here for so many years, and it is still difficult to ascertain the cultivation level of some monks.

It was Feng Changyu who made it even more difficult for her to perceive accurately.

Staying in Yiting Misty Rain, I always look down and see you.

Feng Changyu's temperament is extraordinary, especially compared to ordinary disciples. Even if he is not good at walking now, the aura around him is more terrifying than other disciples.

When one's cultivation reaches a certain height, it is difficult to detect the aura on one's body.

Qi Jin's perceptual ability is still lower than that of ordinary people. Shuzheng has been reporting this to the island owner, but the island owner doesn't seem to be nervous at all, and has been letting his daughter's problems go.

But low perception ability does not mean that the sixth sense is invalid.

Qi Jin was still late. She stood at the door of the repair hall, looking at the disciples in a room with a little embarrassment. The colors of the repair robes were different. This kind of scene was common to her, but this time there was another one who repaired the same robe as her.

Her younger brother sat in the corner.

The dressing gown on the stage was also the same as hers, but it looked extremely luxurious, and it didn't have the spirit of other masters at all. Instead, it was full of jewels, as if it was here to attend some kind of banquet.

Feng Changyu had heard the footsteps of his junior sister when Qi Jin was still walking around the corner. He put down the page at this moment and glanced at Qi Jin casually.

Qi Jin tilted his head and revealed a flattering smile.

"Senior Sister... No, Master, I went to the wrong training hall just now."

This clumsy excuse made the group below snort.

Many people know Qi Jin. After all, the month-to-month comparison and the year-end test are all watched. Qi Jin's reelection countdown is really impressive.

The veiled woman on the stage hummed.

Qi Jin rushed in and ran towards his junior brother.

The number of people in the Moon Gate withered, even if the seats were full, no one sat next to the disciple in Yuebai's robe.

Wen Xuanqing heard Qi Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and then watched the other party take out the bamboo slips from the weird book bag.

Many long lectures in the book class have to be written on bamboo slips, which is much more difficult than writing on paper.

However, Qi Jin was used to being punished twice in the past three days, but Feng Changyu was introducing various basic spells in this class, so she could only listen carefully with her face covered.

She is familiar with these spells by heart, and she doesn't know why the master asked her to learn them again.

The young man beside her listened carefully, drawing repeatedly with a pen, he was very serious, while his senior sister beside her was already dozing off.

Qi Jin is still very clear-headed, and now it is the subconscious reaction of her body that makes her sleepy.

I scolded Su Mingzhen countless times in my heart, and felt that this person's elixir was fake and shoddy, and it didn't have the effect of directly hitting the soul.

"Qi Wujin."

Feng Changyu's voice reached his ears, but Qi Jin hadn't reacted yet.

Wen Xuanqing poked Qi Jin with his pen.

Qi Jin let out an ah, and raised his eyes to meet Feng Changyu's.

"Suppressing Ghost Talisman, pick up the painting again."

Qi Jin was stunned.

Wen Xuanqing was also stunned.

He had flipped through the "Fu Lu Shu" before, but he didn't see this talisman.

This class is full of direct disciples, and there is no shortage of fishers. Hearing this spell, he instantly wakes up.

In the past, even if the master called someone to pick the paintings, they were just some ordinary blasting sound transmission water and fire talismans. There were demon-suppressing talismans, but where were the ghost-suppressing talismans?

The sound of flipping books.

Qi Jin rubbed his eyes, then shook his head neatly, "I don't know."

There were sympathetic eyes around, but some people asked——

"Teacher, there is no ghost-suppressing talisman in "Amulet of Talismans"?"

Feng Changyu nodded, "So sure?"

Several nods.

"Not really."

A blast of boos.

Qi Jin was so angry that he felt that Feng Changyu was trying to trick her on purpose.

She was about to sit down when she saw Feng Changyu raised his hand and drew a talisman out of thin air. A monk draws a talisman with a cinnabar dotted pen and yellow paper as the base. This is the oldest method.

However, the number of people cultivating the Tao is gradually increasing, and talismans are everywhere. It depends on the effectiveness of people's cultivation, and many of them are wholesaled in piles, which is not so troublesome.

In the past, the teacher's demonstration in this class was also some small talismans, and the disciples in the class could try it by themselves. The more difficult ones were all taught by the head teacher when they went back.

This ghost-suppressing talisman was just a demonstration, but the vigor brought by Feng Changyu's volleying fingers has already made many disciples feel uncomfortable.

It seems that the aura of heaven and earth will gather in this talisman, enveloping powerful coercion to suppress rampant ghosts.

Others were amazed at Feng Changyu's mere demonstration of the aura brought up by the ups and downs, but Qi Jin was still wondering why Feng Changyu's veil remained motionless.

"Do you understand?"

at a loss.

Obviously, this question is somewhat beyond the reserves of these disciples.

"Qi Wujin, how about you?"

Qi Jin shook his head.

"This is just a basic ghost-suppressing talisman." Feng Changyu seemed to be smiling. When her brows and eyes were frowned, she just dissipated and picked up the painting solemnly, like a breeze in March. "It was also a decision I discussed with other teachers."

"The battle of the Three Realms will pass for a thousand years. The owner of Xuanji Island once predicted that the ghost clan will make a comeback. If that day really comes, everyone here will be the mainstay of the human world."

Everyone knows about the struggle of the Three Realms, and it is also a bedtime story for children in Shengjing.

Many people have also heard of the dangerous battle between the Que Master Wu Sou and his disciples, as well as many monks and ghosts when they were young.

Some of the disciples who entered Yuqing Temple hundreds of years ago may have practiced Taoism in order to become the master of the temple or the current masters of various sects, but many of them here came for longevity or other purposes.

The bloodbath of the predecessors has long since become an ordinary page in "Taoism", and it has become a question that makes people scratch their heads or draw their pens at will in the month-to-month comparison or even the year-end test paper roll.

The past is the past, I just lamented that peace in the Three Realms is not easy, now that Feng Changyu suddenly mentioned it, the room fell silent.

"Everyone, please eat some snacks after school. At that time, each school will re-issue the rewritten "Fu Lu Shu"."

Feng Changyu's eyes swept across the room of disciples who were bowing their heads, and finally lowered their eyes, and their eyes fell on the ghost-suppressing talisman she had just drawn.

Ghosts are always different.

Since ancient times, ghosts have been more bloody than demons, and they are born to kill and fight, which makes the talismans to suppress them more complicated.

Just a spell to suppress ordinary ghosts is extremely complicated and requires a lot of cultivation by monks, let alone a spell that can suppress the lord of the ghosts.

There is no sign to town.

Only the holy seal of the ghost clan can self-suppress.

However, the battle between the three realms of the ghost clan's holy seal thousands of years ago has been divided into three, the ghost clan gets one, Yuqingque gets one, and the fairy island gets one.

It has been silent for thousands of years, and it is about to move, presumably because of the holy seal.

She hates the ghost clan, and hopes that this dirty clan will disappear from the world as soon as possible.

Wen Xuanqing was recalling the ghost-suppressing talisman just now, and his eyes kept falling on Feng Changyu. He suddenly noticed the eyes of the other party with hatred, and quickly lowered his head in fright.

Feng Changyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his gaze fell on Qi Jin who was talking to Wen Xuanqing, and he retracted it after a while.

……

Wen Xuanqing still has an archery class, and at the end of this class, he politely said to his second senior sister——

"Senior Sister, if you are fine, can you return the scroll to me?"

Qi Jin held the ghost-suppressing talisman drawn by Wen Xuanqing, and felt that this boy was worthy of being the hero, but he memorized it after just one glance, and she only remembered half of it now.

She had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Do you think you will appear when you stick the demon-suppressing talisman on your body?"

Wen Xuanqing suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, almost didn't cover Qi Jin's mouth, and shouted angrily, "Second Senior Sister!"

The young man's neck and even the roots of his ears were red, Qi Jin reached out and touched the curly hair on the side of the young man's temples, "Okay, okay, no kidding, you can go, but it's okay for Su Mingzhen to be late for class, and she doesn't care. It will be embarrassing."

It sounds like an old fritter would say it.

Wen Xuanqing felt more and more that Qi Jin was just a bastard relying on his family background.

But because he came from the same school, he still felt that there would be a day when he would really fight with the ghost clan. It would be nice if her second senior sister could really go home and take refuge, so he whispered a word of persuasion——

"Second Senior Sister, you should calm down."

"Take it easy?"

Qi Jin didn't understand, so he followed Wen Xuanqing out, "My heart is good, but you, so don't worry about it, remember to go and play with Yuling after school, your classes are different, but you can also share and share Let sister Yuling be promoted to a direct disciple as soon as possible..."

Again.

Wen Xuanqing was a little helpless, he couldn't figure out why the second senior sister was so interested in the matter between him and Yuling.

"And Yu Ling is so cute, she must look good in the repair robe of the direct disciple of the Star Gate. I can change the style for her. The repair robe of the Moon Gate and the repair robe of the Star Gate must match well..."

Qi Jin read aloud all the way, followed Wen Xuanqing through the corridor, and arrived at the school ground of the arrow class, but she still hadn't realized it.

"Good match? Wouldn't it be more suitable for me and yours?"

Su Mingzhen, who had just finished talking with Feng Changyu about the spell injection with the body of the arrow, heard Qi Jin's voice outside the school grounds, and turned to look at the visitor with a smile——

"You don't seem to need to retake my class, Qijin Junior Sister? Could it be that you came here specially to see me?"

Qi Jin's voice stopped abruptly.

Wen Xuanqing subconsciously looked at the reaction of his senior sister.

Feng Changyu was still sitting on the wooden chair. She didn't seem to respond, but there seemed to be a smile in her eyes.

It's just that it didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, and it fell on Su Mingzhen who was gradually walking towards Qi Jin, like a cold and silent knife light.

Qi Jin saw Feng Changyu behind Su Mingzhen, and looked up at Su Mingzhen again.

The other party had a smile on his face, no different from parting in the morning.

It's the piercing gaze that makes the person stared at feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Mingzhen just likes to make fun of her.

Qi Jin rolled his eyes, and replied quite heartlessly——

"It's about my junior brother and younger sister Yuling, what does it have to do with you?"

"Yes, yes," Su Mingzhen replied with a smile, Qi Jin was used to her broken voice and didn't feel any discomfort at all, but Wen Xuanqing felt a little uncomfortable.

"Since you're here, why don't we go eat some delicious food together when I'm done here?"

Qi Jin hesitated a little.

"No need, I have something to say to my junior sister later."

Feng Changyu's voice came, accompanied by the rough sound of the wheels of the wooden chair rolling on the sand.

The word "my junior sister" is biting a bit hard, of course Su Mingzhen can hear it, she doesn't take it seriously, hums, and blinks at Qi Jin——

"Then will you still come to play on my bed tonight?"

The author has something to say: Wen Xuanqing: See through, don't tell the truth, Amitabha.