White Head Demon Master

"What?"

The students in the entire Yuanzhi Pavilion were stunned, staring blankly at the black robe old woman who walked in slowly. For a while, many people showed surprises on their faces, thinking they could stand it. Yesterday’s trouble, not even a teaching, who thought it was a blessing in disguise, and instead of a young teacher like Yuan Zhi, a teacher with a higher level of cultivation came to give guidance?

　　 This old woman, but the prestigious Lingxiu teacher in the college...

　　The dozens of teachers in the academy rank very high...

　　 "She will come..."

　　 Fang Cun sank inexplicably, and had some bad feelings.

　　 Yesterday, it was this old woman who prevented her from entering the Lanshuang Pavilion with a single sentence, and now she has encountered it again...

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　　 "You only have one year left now!"

The black-robed old woman came into the pavilion, sat down before giving the lecture, greeted the students with surprise or awe, but her expression remained unchanged. The thin cheeks under the cloak lifted slightly, her eyes slowly After slowing down the pavilion, it was suddenly quiet.

She only looked at her appearance, she looked old, she seemed to be eighty or ninety years old, but when she looked closely, she didn't have many wrinkles on her face, and she didn't look that old. She was just wearing a black cloak, and she had some strange aura that made people look at her. I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and when my eyes swept across every student in the pavilion, he said hoarsely: "Yesterday, when your teacher was preaching, you lost a big ugly, do you really think that you are in the academy? During the past three years in here, I have been so mixed up by you?"

　　 The students around him heard the words, their faces were more or less, all a little ashamed, and they lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her.

　　 "It's really naive, you don't know what you are delaying now..."

Mr. Lingxiu, then spoke, his voice was muddy and hoarse, with some sneers: "The Avenue of Qi Refiners is a step up and breakthrough. I can honestly tell you that based on your qualifications, in fact, You are not qualified to enter the academy. No matter whose power you borrowed or how much money you spent, it is your good fortune to be able to enter the academy..."

　　 "It's a pity, you don't seem to understand how great this good fortune is..."

　　 "Hehe, in the eyes of others, you are already proud of the heavens when you enter the academy, and your identities are different. What are they actually?"

　　 "Above the academy, there are the county sect, above the county sect, and the shrine, above the shrine, and the fairy hall!"

　　 "Only one step at a time, entering the county sect, entering the shrine, and then entering the fairy hall, then you have finished walking the road and have some qualifications!"

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

When she was speaking, her gaze seemed intentional or unintentional, she swept across Fang Cun, and said slowly: "It's just that everyone who can walk this avenue is not a current wizard, just like the eldest son of the Liuhu Fang family. Xiaoxian Master Fangchi, he first entered the Nine Immortal Sect of Duyan County, then was elected to the Tianyue Palace of Shenjiang County, and finally entered the Seven Kings Immortal Palace. Such a person is truly accomplished!"

　　 had a lot of gazes, and they all glanced at Fang Cun.

　　 For this Lingxiu teacher, I don't think it matters. The achievements of Xianshi Fangzhi are naturally incomparable.

　　 If everyone can walk the same path as the fairy master's square ruler, then the name of Liuhu's square ruler would not be famous all over the world.

"Of course……"

As the old woman said, she paused for a while, but with a sneer on her face, she said with a sneer, "This road is destined to be missed by you. There are 300 students in the entire academy, and perhaps only a few dozen of them are eligible to enter. The county sect is nothing but the three ways for students from the academy. As far as you are concerned, one has been choked to death. All you can do is to find a way to choose the other two..."

"Therefore, you don’t have to worry about the cultivation bases that people go to study and the treasures of cultivation. There is no chance at all. So it is better to work **** the way of magic, or to cultivate a little fire. Maybe in the future. You can stay in the city..."

　　 "Take a step back, and go to the Evernight Wasteland. More tangible skills and more life-saving skills!"

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

　　 Hearing her words, all the students looked extremely embarrassed, but no one spoke.

　　 "This... is a practical lesson..."

　　 Fangcun listened, feeling a little surprised, but had to sigh.

　　 College students, after the three-year period expires, roughly speaking, there are only three kinds of backgrounds:

　　 One of them is to be looked upon by the sects of the counties and go to the sect and continue to practice more advanced methods.

　　 The second is to enter various courts and serve as capture officers, guards, refiners, medical officers, counsellors, etc.

　　The third is to be taken by the Night Watch Palace to explore the Eternal Night Wasteland.

　　 And the third choice is the ultimate destination of most students who are not talented and have no wealth background.

Of course, in addition to these three types, there is actually a fourth type, that is, those who are neither admired by the sect, nor qualified to enter the courts, nor are they willing to go to the Eternal Night Wasteland to find death. After everything else, he immediately absconded and became a casual cultivator, but in this way, it would be difficult for this person to see the light in the second half of his life, and his identity as a Qi refiner would also be deprived.

　　 Even, it may be wanted.

　　 What the old woman said now is really the truth, and it is really useful.

　　 "So, the old man is here, I don't teach you how to cultivate, but teach you some real life-saving skills!"

This Mr. Lingxiu explained the truth, then paused for a while, looked at the students in the pavilion indifferently, and suddenly raised his voice, saying: "Yesterday you all went to listen to Mr. Zhong Yue’s Does the art of things feel great?"

　　 All the students nodded after hearing the words.

　　 Even Fang Cun was looking forward to it, and he didn't know when he would have the skills of that old gentleman.

When he was thinking, he suddenly moved his heart, looked down, and saw that at his feet, he did not know when he crawled over a blue beetle the size of a rice grain. It was extremely inconspicuous, and he did not know where it came from. There are many mountains, forests and trees, and there are naturally a lot of insects. He didn't pay too much attention to it. Seeing the insects crawling to his feet, he subconsciously stepped on his foot and continued to listen.

　　 Then at this moment, Mr. Lingxiu nodded in response to his students, but sneered.

　　 "You guys touch your neck!"

　　 She suddenly said something calmly, her eyelids drooping.

The students were puzzled, and they subconsciously raised their hands and touched their necks. Suddenly, there was a riot in the entire pavilion. The sound of the case collapsed and collided again, and some people even screamed in fright. , Swaying around, looking towards each other, I saw everyone on their necks, I don't know when they climbed up small bugs, some even two or three.

　　 Under the coldness, they are all Qi-refining students, and they are very scared.

"Humph!"

Mr. Lingxiu snorted coldly and suppressed the pavilion. Then, her face seemed to show a little triumphant color, and she sneered: "Mr. Zhong Yue's natal sutra is Shujing, his method of controlling things. Naturally powerful, but no matter how well you cultivate, you will see you when you want to kill you, but my spiritual master wants your life, and you don’t know how to die!"

When 　　 was talking, he had taken out a blue gourd from the black cloak behind him, and unplugged it.

At the same time, with a light stroke of the palm of the hand, I saw the blue beetles on each student’s neck spread their wings and flew up. In the middle of the school pavilion, it looked like a thin light blue mist. He rushed to her and flew into the gourd.

　　 Fang Cun didn't expect this scene, and his face was a little awkward.

　　 quietly stretched out his foot and kicked the squatted bug to the foot of the neighbor Shen Shiming.

Fortunately, there were too many worms, and this teacher didn’t notice it. When the worms all flew back into the gourd, he covered the plug again, retracted under the cloak, and then explained in a cold voice: “The old man’s natal sutra is the spirit. The scriptures, the practice of participating in the development, is the spirit-controlling technique in the spiritual scriptures. All things in the world have spirits, and all things in the day and earth can be used by me. What kind of ability is this?"

　　 "No matter how strong you are in the art of controlling things, can one person be against a million divisions?"

　　 "No matter how well you practice the method of the gods, can you confuse the people of a country?"

"Only with my spiritual scriptures, we can use the power of the heavens and all the spirits for our own use. If you cultivate to the depths, you can fight off the insects and the beasts. One person is an army that can overthrow the enemy. In a nutshell, in the future, if you surrender to the spirits and monsters for your own use, you will also be able to protect yourself a little bit more than others. UU reading www.uukanshu.com and this is what the old man wants to tell you, the spiritual scriptures Among them, the witch worm one way!"

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

　　All the students listened carefully, and no one dared to be careless, lest a bug got into his clothes inadvertently.

　　 And that Mr. Lingxiu, who had just talked about this, got up slowly and came to Fang Cun's side.

　　 "What do you think of the old body, the witchcraft method?"

　　 She was condescending, without a smile on her face, and asked Fang Cun calmly.

　　 Fangcun hurriedly replied: "Unfathomable, amazing!"

An imperceptible smile appeared on the face of the black robe old woman, and said lightly: "Now, although the old body is only coming to teach for a few days, but it will not be weary. I will teach you well, and you will teach you truthfully. Is it possible to memorize this "Lingjing"?"

　　 Fangcun was startled, and answered honestly: "Can't remember..."

　　 It has only been more than a month since he entered the academy, and he has been improving his cultivation level, participating in the study of "Shu Jing", "Ling Jing" only read it.

　　 "For the disciples of the academy, all the "Seven Classics" must be memorized backwards!"

The old woman glanced at Fang Cun, and said coldly: "You are too late to enroll in the school. You have fallen too much on the Seven Classics. Now I'm afraid you don't understand what I'm talking about, so you need to make up for your homework. One of the spiritual scriptures is the general outline of the world of witches, beasts, and even vicious demon refining. What you need to do now is to memorize the "spiritual scripture" completely. When tomorrow comes, I will test you. !"

　　 After confessing, she turned around and walked back to the front of the case and began to teach the witchcraft.

　　, only a square inch was left in front of the seat, looking at the finger-thick spiritual scripture, the whole person was slightly in a daze.

　　 "This eloquence of tens of thousands of words, will you let me memorize it in one day?"