I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

Fang He lowered his eyes silently, and took a big broom to sweep the floor.

The man on the opposite side didn't feel bored, so he just stood aside and looked at Fang He with interest. Occasionally, Fang He raised his head inadvertently, and when his eyes met, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

After Fang He impatiently swept the ground outside for half an hour, he took the broom and prepared to go back.The man also followed him until he walked into the cram school, he looked around and said:

"Hey, Teacher Fang isn't here today?"

He seemed to have discovered something miraculous, and walked around the small first floor, then looked at Fang He, and said with a teasing face:

"Master Xiao Fang, there are rumors that you and Teacher Fang are not on good terms. I thought it was a lie, but it turned out to be true!" His tone gradually became higher, and he seemed extremely surprised.He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said to Fang He:

"Otherwise, why did Teacher Fang disappear as soon as you were in the cram school. You know, Teacher Fang has been sitting at the front desk conscientiously in the past few days to answer students' questions."

The ordinary sentence he uttered was extraordinarily erotic, with a touch of romance.But Fang He's expression remained unchanged, he nodded calmly towards the other party, and said in his mouth:

"Amitabha, benefactor, Teacher Fang is not here today. If you have something to do, you can come to him tomorrow."

"Because you won't be here tomorrow, right?" He chuckled, his eyes turned to Fang He again, and he said meaningfully, "Benefactor?"

He repeated these two words twice in his mouth, and finally said suddenly: "Yes, I forgot to say my own name. After all, I thought Master Xiaofang would know me."

"My name is Wen Daoyan."

When he said his name, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, his eyes all fell on Fang He, and the spiritual power on his body was faintly visible.

Just when Fang He looked wary, Wen Daoyan suddenly smiled, and withdrew all the spiritual power in his body, looked at Fang He with burning eyes, and carefully warned:

"Be sure to remember my name."

Fang He didn't respond to his sudden emotion.He still saluted calmly and said:

"Amitabha, Master Wen. I don't know what you have to do today."

Wen Daoyan gave him a determined look, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth.He stretched out his hand unhurriedly, put his slender fingers on his waist, and pulled the belt off his waist with a light force.

The belt was red, and when it was pulled off, Wen Daoyan's skirt was slightly opened, revealing most of his chest.

Although Wen Daoyan looked thinner, his muscles were evenly distributed, and he could feel the explosive power in his body without looking closely.

Wen Daoyan gathered up his skirt, and handed over the belt in his hand without any concealment.Just when Fang He stretched out his hand suspiciously to take it, the other party moved.

The smooth fabric passed over Fang He's palm, itching, and the belt was flexibly wrapped around his wrist, and finally tied into a bowknot.

A bright red bow fluttered in front of Fang He.Fang He glanced at it silently, then raised his head to look at Wen Daoyan.

Wen Daoyan was very satisfied with his masterpiece, he smiled at Fang He, and said lazily:

"About the position of the first formation mage, I really want it. After all, the goals must be completed one by one. I can't make a somersault on the first small goal I set."

Wen Daoyan took it for granted, even in the face of Fang He, he still believed that he was the number one mage of the younger generation.

only……

He moved closer to Fang He, and murmured softly and ambiguously: "The competition will be held tomorrow morning, in the refining building of the West Courtyard. You and your partner, come and compare with me and my partner, how about it?" ?”

When Wen Daoyan said this, he paused for a moment, his eyes slightly opened, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile. He seriously suggested: "If you lose, Master Xiaofang, you should return to vulgarity."

Fang He lowered his eyebrows slightly. Although he really wanted to agree, he said in his mouth: "The poor monk doesn't care about these false names."

"But I care." Wen Daoyan said this with a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely serious.

"Then we'll see you soon." He laughed again, opened his clothes and walked towards the outside of the cram school. After walking a few steps, Wen Daoyan waved his hands with his back turned, his voice was clearly transmitted through spiritual power In Fang He's ears.

"Say hello to Teacher Xiaofang for me~"

His ending sound turned upwards. Even if he didn't see his face, Fang He could still imagine his expression when he said this.

With a little cunning.

Fang He watched Wen Daoyan walking forward in silence.When his figure was about to disappear from his vision, Fang He suddenly activated his skills.

["Know the world, know the future" skill activated. 】

[Ding——The skill activation failed, and the cooldown time is 24 hours. 】

Two familiar system voices sounded in Fang He's mind.Fang He blinked, staring at Wen Daoyan's figure intently.

He took a dagger and carved a stroke on a ring.A light blue formation floated above the ring, which looked familiar.

This scene only appeared for about a breath, and then disappeared quickly.But even so, Fang He quickly captured some important information above.

Fang He turned around, went upstairs, and put the broom back in its original place.After finishing these, he walked to the podium and sat down, his eyes fell on the red belt tied around his wrist.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, and the belt was smoothly untied from his wrist and fell on Fang He's hand.Following the light, one could see the words Wen Daoyan printed on the inside of the belt.

These three words are as domineering and flamboyant as Wen Daoyan himself.Just three words take up all the space on the belt.When the first character was written, it was still golden, but the color changed for the second character, and it became even more extreme when it reached the third character. The word "yan" uses ten colors.

It really is the colorful prince Wen Daoyan.

Fang He put the things in his hand into the storage bag expressionlessly, then raised his hand and opened the book of formations in front of him, his eyes fell on the last page.

If he was not mistaken, the formation that Wen Daoyan described just now overlaps with the formation book in his hand to a certain extent, even a little crude.However, it's not all the same.

This means that the opponent did not learn about the space formation from him.He may have deduced it by himself through some means.

This guess is indeed a bit scary, but it is completely logical.It was completely deduced by Wen Daoyan, which meant that the opponent's talent in formation was only stronger than the rumors, not weaker.

This kind of speculation made Fang He a little excited, and his brain began to become active.

Obviously, he is also looking forward to tomorrow's competition.

This day, Fang He went to bed very early. Before going to bed, he went to the next classroom to inform Tao Lele.The two recharged their energy, and when the sounds in the distance gradually became noisy, Fang He stretched himself and stood up.

He held the broom in his right hand, held Tao Lele with the other hand, and walked towards the west courtyard.

Fang He didn't cover up anything while walking, walking on the avenue openly, quickly attracted everyone's attention.

It didn't take a few minutes at all. Almost everyone in the four courtyards knew that Fang He had come in. They immediately stopped what they were doing and moved towards Fang He.

Fang He didn't stop when he walked to the West Courtyard. He turned around and walked straight to a building on the side of the road.

Next to the white building, there are a few large characters written: Artifact Refining Building.

Before Fang He lifted his foot to go in, he keenly discovered that there was a formation at the gate of the refining building.

This formation is very rough, like a child who has never written before holding a pen and drawing those lines crookedly.

This formation is so simple that Fang Hepo is not needed at all, Tao Lele beside him can see the clue.

Sure enough, in the next second, Tao Lele's voice rang in Fang He's ear.He kicked the spirit stone in the formation viciously, stepped in the tiger-toed shoes flamboyantly, and walked into the west courtyard.

"I've never seen such a rubbish formation mage exist." He let out a soft snort and said mockingly.His chin was lifted slightly, and his expression was quite indifferent.This indifference dispelled Tao Lele's immaturity, and no one dared to underestimate his existence.

When Tao Lele stepped into the West Courtyard, Fang He followed closely behind.When he entered, the red belt tied around his wrist flew up by itself, guiding Fang He and Tao Lele.

The two walked in following the belts, but the people behind them wanted to come in but were blocked by an invisible barrier.They had no choice but to walk a certain distance, raised their heads high, and looked at a pale golden screen on the exterior of the building.

Fang He's face was clearly reflected on the screen.He pulled Tao Lele forward meticulously, even at this moment, the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.Today he went to order his dusty robes and put on a black monk's uniform.

There is no color embellishment on the monk's uniform, it is unpretentious, but Fang He's face is more dusty.

When he stepped into the seventh floor, the red belt that had been leading the way in front of him was put down limply, and the wind from nowhere blew him up and landed lingeringly on Fang He's neck.

The three colors of white, red, and black formed a strange color combination at this moment, making people focus on him in an instant.

Fang He tore off the red belt and put it on the table beside him.He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the person in front of them.

Wen Daoyan's gaze was regretfully moving away from Fang He's neck, looking at Fang He.After the two looked at each other in the air for a long time, Wen Daoyan finally spoke.

He took a step forward, took the red belt in his hand, and tied it around his waist gently.While tying, he raised the corner of his mouth towards Fang He, and said with a bright smile:

"My little master Fang, you are really punctual."