Lou Jinchen sat at the edge, but he could still see the entire lecture hall at a glance.

At the front of the entire lecture hall is a large podium. The lecturers are all sitting on a half-moon-shaped podium. The side facing the students is recessed. The podium is divided into two levels. There are three Taishi chairs on the higher level.

Among the many eyes, he immediately felt something strange, and then he saw Xue Baoer.

He didn't pretend not to know him, and nodded naturally.

Xue Baoer took a deep breath, his chest heaving. Next to him, Lin Daiqing looked sideways at Xue Baoer, and then at the weird lecturer.

In her eyes, this was a very young Taoist. He was young but gave people a restrained and fierce feeling. When he looked over, he seemed to have seen through everything about himself, even though there was only a slight pause.

But in that short period of time, Lin Daiqing felt

She thought that the lecturer sitting on the edge was different, but soon, she found that this person seemed to have disappeared from sight.

Even though he was sitting there, he was being ignored. If she hadn't been born with a keen spiritual sense and was paying attention to him, she wouldn't have cared about him at all.

Lou Jinchen looked at the students in the hall, some of whom had been studying here for several years, and some who were new to Taixue. He had learned that after these students left, except for those with good family backgrounds, they would practice on their own or travel around.

, many of them will be assigned to various parts of the country to hold some positions.

Kings and scholars share the same world, and among these scholars, the ones who can be promoted the fastest are those who came out of the Taiyuan Academy.

Zhong Chunzhong was only looking at the students, but also at the lecturers, which I hadn't seen just now. None of them deserved my respect, but Xue Baoer knew what those lecturers were called.

Under those lecturers, there are different auras, some are sharp or thick, some are elegant, some are proud, and no one is sitting here as if they are sitting on the clouds, and no one is sitting here, just smoking dry cigarettes and swallowing.

The clouds spit out mist, and the mist transforms into countless monsters.

Although the lecturers shouted, they attracted the students in a general way.

After a while, the mountain chief came. It was just the mountain chief, but there were two people whom Zhong Chun had never seen before. One of them was a man and the other was a middle-aged woman.

This man seems to be showing his age and is dressed in palace attire. If you look carefully at every hairpin and clothes under your low bun, there is no aura, making your whole person shrouded in it, making you look mysterious and noble.

The other woman was dressed in white, with her hands folded in her sleeves, and she hurriedly walked back in front of the man. The mountain chief was the first to arrive. My steps were slow, but I looked very energetic.

Yes, it is exactly the same as what Xue Baoer saw later.

When we retreated, all the lecturers stood up, including Xue Baoer. When the students saw the lecturer standing up, we also stood up.

"Everyone, please sit down. It's very tiring to stand."

The mountain chief's voice was the old man's unique voice.

Xiaojia sat down and then heard me say: "No new students have been admitted to the hospital. Today is both a welcome and a celebration, so..."

The mountain chief took out a ruler from his sleeve, stretched out his hand and touched the void. Suddenly, countless bubbles seemed to appear in the void of the entire chapel. The bubbles seemed to be produced by water due to low-frequency vibrations. The bubbles landed on:

There was an explosion under Xiaojia's table.

Pieces of delicious food appeared under the table.

Xue Baoer didn't look at anyone else, but at the suddenly boiling water behind him, the vibrating void, and the bubbles.

My eyes filled with mysterious light, trying to see the bubbles. In my eyes, the bubbles changed color, and instantly turned into a white vortex. There was not a skinny hand in the vortex that grabbed my eyeballs.

He came over and seemed to push my eyeballs up.

The hand in the whirlpool suddenly appeared, leaving no one with the feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

Xue Baoer immediately closed his eyes and restrained his prying consciousness. I understood that as long as I cut off the connection, the spell would be broken.

Of course I closed my eyes for a long time. To others, it seemed like I just blinked, and then something delicious appeared under the table in front of me.

Not a pot of tea, not a cup, not a fragrant pastry.

I thought about the scene just now, and I vaguely realized what the magic of a monk in the realm of gods was. This sense of mystery and unpredictability made Xue Baoer feel like he was falling into a whirlpool, and sometimes he couldn't understand it.

"How can we have fun without delicious food?"

The man in white robe next to the mountain chief said with a smile.

Everyone was attracted by my words and looked over, only to see me picking up the tea pot, pouring tea water into the cup, picking it up with my left hand, I finished shaking the cup clockwise, and said at the same time:

: "The Imperial Academy is celebrating a new meeting tonight, and the fairies from the shrine are here to congratulate you!"

Zhong Chunzhong looked at my shaking tea cup very seriously. He saw that my shaking hand was shaking in his eyes, and multiple shadows appeared, becoming hazy and emitting a mysterious light. The tea water in it rotated along with the cup.

And threw it out, only the first wisp of tea water was thrown out

The moment I went there, I noticed that it was a man in a dancing suit wearing a white ribbon.

The man is very big, but his face is lifelike. He has white hair, bare feet, white wrists, and exposed shoulders. He is holding a pipa in his hand. You flew out of the water cup, slowly growing longer and smaller. After twisting your body, you have not appeared yet.

At the edge of the small lecture hall, standing against the wall.

My hand didn't stop, and the other hand holding the tea pot was still pouring tea water into the cup, and the water in the cup was broken and flew out in a circle.

Another man flew out of the cup, wearing the same attire, but holding a jade-white Xiao in his hand.

The shaking of my cup stopped, and not a single ball of water flew out. It turned into a man in brocade clothes in the cup. Holding the piano, he also flew to the right wall and stood next to the man with the flute.

The cup was still spinning, and a man flew out again. The man was holding a zither in his hand.

Before the seven men in white clothes and ribbons stood still, they heard this man say, "Be happy!"

Immediately no sound of music sounded from your instruments. Xiaojia saw it in his eyes, competing to distinguish whether it was real or illusory.

Analyzing the principle of that spell in the Zhongchun Center, I found that people before becoming gods, our Dharma thoughts did not have the ability to turn the imaginary into reality. This may be called a construction ability, or it may be said that it has no ability.

The ability to temporarily alter matter through mana

, so that requires the utmost practice of Dharma thoughts.

And weak performance requires not only depth, but also toughness. No matter how precise it is, it is not a combination of hardness and softness.

That was when I saw the spell performed by the monk who transformed into gods, and I had an idea to know whether it was correct or not.

However, Xue Baoer felt that that person's magic was not very similar to the magic of Evian, a master of the family, and even seemed to come from the same source.

Everyone was listening to music and eating delicious food.

Here, the man in palace attire with his hair tied in a low bun laughed warmly and said: "The Imperial Academy is the place where the Qing Dynasty cultivates the Tao. How could it be without such a sinister sound? The God of Winter has no words. Practitioners

, It is appropriate to be quiet and solemn. Now this cup will be used as a shrine to summon you to return."

Before you finished speaking, the cup in your hand was exuding a frost-white brilliance. There was a trace of panic and confusion on the faces of these men made of tea, as if there was no force behind you.

Called, each turned into a wisp of water and dropped into the cup.

However, Xue Baoer roughly guessed their identities from their words.

The man in white clothes said that he summoned the fairies from the shrine to celebrate, but now the man in palace clothes is from the God of Winter. This is obvious. The woman in white clothes said that she summoned the men from the shrine to celebrate, which is not a blasphemy against the God of Winter.

The legal intention in the spell cast by the man in palace clothes happened to suppress the man in white robe. The man in white robe said that he had summoned the fairy from the palace.

The man in palace clothes said that this cup was not from the palace and called Xiaojia back.

I then saw these men playing musical instruments, one by one, escaping from the control of the man in white robe, as if they had left the shrine for pleasure, and before they were discovered, they were filmed in a panic and put into the cup.

From this, I guessed that the spells of the two people were not inferior to each other. It was just that one cast the spell first, and the other caught the spell and broke it.

Xue Baoer deduced based on the master's magic that the man in white robe was probably able to give some complex consciousness to the water in the cup, and the given consciousness was just grasped by the man in palace clothes.

Since he said it was Lou Jinchen, you can recall him in the name of the palace.

After thinking about that, I became depressed.

After all, Jingjing understands other people's magic, which is a good feeling.

But then I saw that all the students and teaching assistants were shocked to see that scene. Just now we watched the man in white robe break a pot of tea in a cup and create a person, lifelike.

No longer extremely shocked.

And seeing that this man in palace clothes couldn't call those men into the cup with just one word, it was even more difficult to understand, and he felt that we were following our words.

Xue Baoer also found that Duo Dao Lang Jing was also frowning, meditating on the principle of the spell.

Fighting is definitely a contest of strength. In my opinion, mana must be regarded as a kind of power source. If he throws a bucket of oil under the person, it is a direct mana attack. If he throws a bucket of oil under the person, it is a direct mana attack.

Fire is a step back in the evolution of magic, and by initiating

Transform the car into a machine, let a car fly, and then drive into it, it will be another scene.

The magic is like the wind, which can blow candlelight. The magic is like the wall or the mountain, which can block the wind. In my opinion, as long as the magic power is the difference in the real realm, it all depends on the magic. The weak magic is the hurricane, and the strong magic is the breeze.

, there is little difference when the same spell is cast by the same person.

In a battle of spells, you need to distinguish the opponent's spell logic in a short period of time, and then destroy the operation of his spells, or guide them away.

My thoughts were scattered and I thought a lot in that short period of time.

I raised my head, took a bite of the pastry with a spoon, and put it in my mouth. It was slightly sweet, without a hint of rosin, and it suited my taste. It was delicious.

I poured another cup of tea, and when I was about to drink it, I felt the gaze and looked over. Shen Gongzhao was peeking at me from outside. I raised the cup slightly, and the other party picked up the cup in a panic. He dared to look again, but

Drinking tea with your head high.

Xue Baoer can understand your current mood. You must have been very grateful when he sent you home, but before you knew that you had killed Jia Shun, you must have known how to deal with it.

Xue Baoer, judging from your performance, I know that the Jia family must believe that you are the murderer.

At that time, the mountain chief said: "They have also seen the performance of the two young teachers just now. Now let the lecturers perform it for the small family."
To be continued...