Opening the door and just about to freshen up, Feng Qinglang saw Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong sitting outside the door. When they saw him walking out, they both stood up in surprise.

Nan Xinghun immediately said: "Qinglang, are you okay? You have closed the door tightly all day and night."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being startled. It turned out that it was already noon of the next day, and it was much longer than he expected. But he quickly smiled and said: "I am practicing a kind of martial arts, and I often have to sit still for a long time. If I

If something like this happens, you don’t have to worry.”

The chapters after cultivation are expected to take longer and longer, so Feng Qinglang felt it was necessary to explain it clearly to them first.

Nan Xinghun's eyes immediately lit up and he whispered: "Is it some kind of unparalleled martial arts that once you master it, you will be invincible in the world?"

Feng Qinglang looked at this child who had been deeply poisoned by fantasy novels, and couldn't help but said seriously: "If there is such a kind of martial arts, I will definitely hide in the deep mountains and old forests to practice hard, instead of hanging out with you."

Nan Xinghun nodded, thinking the same thing. Seeing her expression like this, Feng Qinglang couldn't help but laugh. Xinghun's mental state was recovering well.

Nan Yong on the other side sniffed his nose vigorously and said: "Qinglang, you are sweating a lot. Is this martial arts strenuous?"

This is also a point that makes Feng Qinglang feel very excited. It can cleanse the impurities in the body, which often only appears when you advance. However, the Meditation Chapter is just a small stage of perfection, and it has a similar effect.

But he found that Nan Yong's eyes began to scan towards his crotch, his eyes full of doubts. Feng Qinglang couldn't help but said angrily: "I'm going to freshen up! Give me up!"

"..."

In Nan Xinghun's room, on the wall directly opposite the bed, there is an empty photo frame, which must have contained photos of previous owners.

Nan Xinghun stared blankly for a while before returning his gaze to the book in his hand. He must have recalled the unpleasant experience not long ago...

When Feng Qinglang walked into her room, stroking her wet hair, she happened to see this scene. After thinking about it, she took off the photo frame and walked out.

Nan Xinghun was secretly wondering when Feng Qinglang came back soon. When the photo frame was hung back on the wall, there was already an additional magic pattern in it, which was the famous cliff magic pattern in Mingguang.

The mother picture that many people had to run to the cliff to look up at is now hanging casually in Nan Xinghun's room as a decoration.

Feng Qinglang said: "This magic pattern has resonated with some of your laws. Maybe it is destined for you. You might as well take a look when you have time."

Thinking of the wonderful experience of the practical test that day, Nan Xinghun nodded and smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Qinglang!"

"Don't stay in your room all day. Have you had lunch? Come on, I'll take you downstairs to eat. That restaurant claims to be an authentic northern country style restaurant. It looks good."

"It's very expensive there, why don't we go further."

"Ha, don't worry! Can't you see that I am a rich man?"

"..."

There are many hotels and pubs in the central garden area.

Mingguang Academy, which is under open management, has no shortage of tourists. These tourists who come here may not buy any props or weapons, but they definitely want to eat.

It was meal time, and the amazing flow of people brought amazing popularity. In a restaurant that was full of people, Feng Qinglang and the others had a good seat, sitting at a table by the window, feeling the popularity and eating spicy northern-style dishes.

Nan Yong took a swig of the iced drink and said: "...Have you seen the elixir store opposite? Hehe, I successfully applied for a job last night. I can go work there in my spare time to earn some extra money."

Nan Xinghun immediately became interested: "With such a good thing, do they still invite people? Hey, Nan Yong, how are you looking at me? Your young master, I can do things too."

"Master, that..."

"You can do it, why can't I? Many great people have been servants. If I haven't been one, how will you write your memoirs in the future?"

"...Okay, young master, I won't invite anyone here. Why don't you go next door and ask."

"..."

Feng Qinglang smiled and listened to the conversation between the master and the servant, but the name "Qinglang" came from the table behind him, which attracted his attention.

"...Qinglang seems to have not entered the mission center for a long time."

"Actually, it didn't take long, just two days."

"That's a long time! You know, many roll call tasks are for him. Hanging in the magic pattern area, it's so spectacular and scary."

"Yes, I heard that many elders and mentors have also secretly taken up their own research topics."

"Not only that, some friendly families from nearby have also come. They all have some magic pattern problems and they are all looking for Qinglang by name."

"..."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but think, it turns out that I am already so famous...

It happened that another table next to me was talking about the same topic.

"...Tell me, who is Qinglang?"

"Hey, many people are guessing that it's the big shots in the back mountain who came out to relax and tease us."

"No wonder it disappeared after a sudden glimpse..."

"Don't listen to those rumors. An elder from the Demon Pattern Academy said that Qinglang is just a new student."

"What, no!"

"Yes, how is that possible? He must be an old man, and mosquitoes will be caught by the wrinkles on his face even if they fly over."

"..."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but touch her face. Nan Yong happened to hear the nearby discussions and couldn't help but said: "Hey, who do you think Qinglang is?"

"That's me!" Feng Qinglang replied matter-of-factly.

Nan Yong smiled and said: "I refer to the person codenamed 'Qinglang' in the recent mission center..."

On the contrary, Nan Xinghun immediately said: "It's really you." As the most popular name recently, Nan Xinghun has naturally heard of it.

Feng Qinglang said proudly: "Of course."

Nan Yong also came to his senses and couldn't help but said loudly: "It turns out that a sunny day is a sunny day!" For a moment, he also felt that there was light on his face. It turned out that there was a magic pattern master that many people admired living next to him.

Because the sound was too loud, their small area became quiet for a moment. Nan Yong raised his head proudly, but he was a little worried that the leak of this identity would bother Feng Qinglang, but people quickly responded to him.

There was a chorus of boos.

It turns out that sunny is sunny, what a sharp conclusion, I thought I just heard some inside story.

Nan Yong then realized that no one knew that the fat man next to him was named Feng Qinglang, and he couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

However, his embarrassment was immediately interrupted. A fierce quarrel suddenly broke out between two tables in the center of the restaurant. A loud bang on the table caused the whole place to pause for a moment.

A very gentle-looking student stood up immediately and yelled at the people at the table next to him: "Asshole, you are not allowed to insult Qinglang again, he is the pride of our Mingguang!"

Not to be outdone, the people at the other table stood up one after another. One of the tall men also shouted, "So what if I just insult him? He is just a coward. As soon as I put the topic up, he disappeared. It's obvious."

It’s just fear.”

Another person at another table also sneered: "You Mingguang always talk about pride, I don't think so, it's all self-deception! If you have the ability, answer the 'Sixteen Son-Mother Lock Magic Pattern Questions' from our Holy Spirit Academy."

"

Everyone immediately understood that this was an exchange student from Holy Spirit Academy.

Mingguang has some exchange students every semester. They come from other colleges. This has been a thousand-year tradition of Mingguang. However, Mingguang is no longer the Mingguang it was a thousand years ago. Some of the students who were exchanged came from higher-rated colleges.

The college did not take Ming Guang seriously at all, and there were some accidents in previous years.

And these people in front of them are from Holy Spirit College, a college rated as a kingdom. Now Mingguang has been reduced to a college rated as a principality. These exchange students were assigned by their own colleges, and they felt full of resentment and had been devalued.

, came here, and showed a pathological sense of superiority everywhere.
Chapter completed!