"Listen to your accent, from Liangzhou?"

Feng Ziyu asked softly while staring at the course content on the jade plaque light curtain.

"The teacher is amazing, and the students are from Baizhen City, Liangzhou."

"Baizhen City?"

When Feng Ziyu heard about Baizhen City, he suddenly had a strange look. Then he looked at Qingyun carefully for a while before asking again:

"Are you a member of the Chang family? Oh no, it's the Long family!"

"Damn, you all know this? Have you become an immortal?"

Although she sat upright and didn't dare to look directly, Qingyun, who was lowering her head, still stared at her thighs in shock and exclaimed in her heart.

"It's... the teacher's eyes are as sharp as a torch."

"Why are your surname not Long?"

Qingyun could feel that Feng Ziyu was staring at him with curiosity, but he really didn't want to explain this question anymore, so he had to say:

"I asked the owner of the Long family to buy it."

"lie!"

Feng Ziyu's tone seemed a little unkind.

"Long hopes to love money but not be greedy for money. He cannot easily sell the number of disciples of Zhijing Cave Heaven. You said that Chang Xu bought it, but the Chang family and Zhijing Cave Heaven have little social relationships, so they cannot be able to open the back door."

This sentence immediately made Qingyun feel uncomfortable. Could it be that this teacher has seen the heads of the Long Chang family? How could he seem to know the temperament of these two people?

With a thought, Qingyun, who lowered her head, said nonsense without changing her expression:

"How dare the student lie in front of the teacher? He accidentally saved one of the four young masters of the Long family from the Chang family. Senior Long gave me this quota for gratitude. Of course, the quota is too precious, and I have paid some price."

"Oh? And this is the case? Who did you save?"

"Dragons write poems."

My husband originally planned to say it was Long Qingdi directly, but then he thought, since Fu Shi came here with him, if he was really checked by this "Teacher Feng", at least he had a personal certificate.

So he changed the heroine of the story to a dragon poem.

"Dragons write poems?"

"It's true. If the teacher doesn't believe it, please ask the head of the Long family."

At this point, Qingyun looked up at Feng Ziyu beside him for the first time. His gentle eyes were full of sincerity, and he also found that Feng Ziyu's eyes were full of strangeness when he stared at him.

But this glance made Feng Ziyu, who was staring at him, turn red, and then he lowered his head and looked at his jade tablet again. Qingyun couldn't help but think:

"Isn't this Teacher Feng really a sissy?"

At this moment, Qingyun frowned, and then his right hand blocked the back of his neck at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye. Then a low-grade spirit stone the size of a fingernail was added to the palm of his hand.

"It seems that you have a good reputation for popularity, and someone will give you money early in the morning."

After returning to calm, Feng Ziyu looked at Qingyun with a deep look, and he chuckled and joked.

"The teacher was joking, and I don't know where I offended those old students."

The young master narrowed his eyes but still didn't look back. It's a matter of fact. When he is away, he will still choose to tolerate it if he can tolerate it.

"Haha, it's okay, class is coming, they dare not do anything."

"Yes, I'll send you to Teacher Feng."

Qingyun quickly sat in a correct position and said sincerely.

“Haha~”

Qingyun's respectful attitude made Feng Ziyu laugh out loud, and his voice was no longer neutral but a little feminine. He heard that my hair was standing on his shoulders and was not sure.

But the next moment, his handsome face became colorful like a rainbow after the rain.

First, it turns from white to red, then from red to green, then from blue to green, and finally it turns black like a bottom of a pot.

Because as Feng Ziyu's laughter gradually faded, Qingyun saw a yellow ancient book holding a yellowed one, and his face was over 200 years old, slowly walking in from outside the door tremblingly, and the speed was not much faster than that of a turtle.

The old man wore a "long robe" that was the same as the book in his hand. It was because it seemed to be covered with juice from various spiritual timbers and plants, and finally the stained color was mixed.

As for his growth, it was mainly because he was too old and his thin and shriveled body could no longer support his clothes. His robe had been dragging it to the ground for a long time.

The old man's two white eyebrows were hung to the corners of his lips, and his turbid eyes could only open two thin paper-thin lines. I don't know if he could see them. Even so, he still didn't look particularly kind and kind.

Since the old man entered the classroom, Qingyun could clearly feel that almost all the students in the back row immediately held their breath and concentrated, and there was no sign of playing any more, and they were surprisingly quiet.

Except for Feng Ziyu beside him, he was still laughing quietly.

When the old man climbed up the steps and sat upright in the center of the podium, the young master looked at him first, and then looked at Feng Ziyu who was covering his mouth, which made him feel like he was sissy.

"Good student, be attentive in class and don't look around."

Feng Ziyu turned off the light curtain, then put away the jade token and whispered.

"I'm happy, you uncle!"

The young master cursed with a tremendous face in his heart.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself, Feng Ziyu, a disciple of Jiangyun Cave."

He smiled brilliantly at Qingyun, and he showed his white teeth as white as a shell, and his appearance was so beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, Qingyun tried his best to suppress the urge to stew the little white face in his heart, and struggled to squeeze out a few words from his teeth:

"Why do you live on the other side?"

"secret!"

"Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

The young master's eyes could already eat people. He found that since he came to Jiangyun Cave, his level of knowing people seemed to be decreasing sharply.

"Don't believe it!"

Feng Ziyu smiled brightly again, but Qingyun was about to speak, but the teacher on the podium, who had basically not had a few years of life, patted the podium with books, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he said angrily:

"You freshman is so unruly. How can you make a loud noise in the classroom? Also, why sit in the first row? Go to the back!"

The old man's voice was not like his old appearance, and even the classroom was empty, it seemed extremely loud.

"Damn, this sissy has been talking all the time, okay!"

The young master shouted silently with his eyes, but the old man above ignored him, not knowing whether he was fake deafness or real blindness.

"What are you looking at? Let you go to the back!"

"yes…"

Helplessly, the man had to bow his head under the eaves. Although the old man's coffin board was basically covered with his head, the other party was so powerful that it was almost enough to shake the momentum of the entire institution that reminded everyone.

Wind Resistance Realm!

Super alchemist in the Fengyu Realm!

Alchemists of this level dare not even offend the bosses of the Spirit Realm easily, otherwise the consequences will be immeasurable!

Even the world-famous one-handed medicine king Yan Shi is only perfect in the wind-reign!

Of course, his actual life span is so long that it is far beyond many powerful people in the late stage of the Guiling Spirit, which is closely related to his extremely high alchemy attainments.

Just as Qingyun was just getting up, Feng Ziyu next to him laughed again, sat upright, and clasped his fists to the teacher in front of him and said:

"Old Fei, this junior has a good character. The students think that letting him be by his side can complement each other and confirm what they have learned."

"Okay, since Ziyu has spoken, just sit down, listen to the class carefully, and don't neglect your practice."

"Yes, the students understand."

Upon hearing this, the young master still stood up and bowed respectfully to the lecturer called "Old Fei", and then sat down again.

Although Qingyun's face didn't seem to have changed much, she thought of many problems in her heart.

First of all, what is this sissy origin? Could it be that she is still a top student? Even the strong man in the Yufeng Realm has to give him some face?

Secondly, it is said that today is about introductory alchemy. Is this kind of basic course necessary to let super alchemists from the Yufeng Realm come to teach?

Finally, when I recalled Yingwu's meaning, I should be reminding him not to get close to Feng Ziyu, and Mr. Fei also asked him to sit back...

However, Feng Ziyu did not give Qingyun too much time to think. After he sat down, he leaned against him and joked:

"Good student, please give me some advice in the future!"

As he spoke, Qingyun could even smell the smell of powder on the other person's body, and suddenly shed goose bumps. She sat under the old man's nose, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Seeing Qingyun's face motionless, Feng Ziyu raised his eyebrows and stopped making a sound. Old Fei was leisurely making a pot of spiritual tea for himself on the podium. After a while, he opened the ancient books he brought like a snail.

"Today I will tell you about the introduction to alchemy."

"Thank you Mr. Fei!"

Everyone in the back row shouted at the same time, and the young master quietly turned away Feng Ziyu's movements beside him and activated his jade tablet as if he were to do so.

"At first glance, these disciples are not young men who have just entered school. Why did they all come to Jiangyun Cave to listen to basic courses?"
To be continued...