There were footsteps in the botanical garden. The girl who was still painting looked up and saw a boy walking towards her.

She was pretty sure she didn't know the other person.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" she asked.

"Classmate, your name is Gu Sisi, right?"

Gu Sisi was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the other party knew her name, but then she immediately agreed: "It's me."

Feng Wuli smiled and said: "I just met a person there. He said that your paintings are very beautiful and asked me to come over and tell you."

"A person said that my paintings are beautiful?"

She frowned, looked at the paintings on her drawing board, and asked in confusion: "Who am I asking?"

"A guy who's dressed a little strangely, right? He's actually wearing an ancient costume."

Hearing this, Gu Sisi accidentally dropped the pen in her hand, and the ink on it almost splashed onto Feng Wuli.

She quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, sorry, you, classmate, where did you meet that person!?"

Feng Wuli looked at her side imperceptibly. The translucent scholar smiled and shook his head at him.

"He was under the tree over there just now, but he left just after he asked me. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. It's really strange."

"Gone again?" The girl frowned: "Is that so? Did he say anything else?"

"Anything else?"

Feng Wuli thought for a while and said with a smile: "He said that you had his approval early on, but he didn't know how to praise others, so he never told you. In fact, you have always done a good job."

The scholar laughed at the side and said, "Young man, I don't remember saying such a thing."

"Really? Did he really say that?"

"Well, that's what he told me."

"You have an idea of ​​how well you painted before."

"Why did you suddenly disappear again?"

"I don't know either, he disappeared as soon as I turned around."

"Xiaosheng is always here."

"Then, did he say where he went?"

"I didn't say that, but he said we would meet again if we were destined."

"Xiaosheng will not say goodbye."

Feng Wuli glanced at her painting at this time and his eyes condensed.

Because the person in the painting is the scholar at this time, wearing Confucian clothes, cloth shoes and white socks, carrying a box with pens, ink, paper and inkstones behind him, and a sunshade cloth extending from the box.

The painting looks like the real thing;

Even if it is an obsession, the scholar has left his own traces in this world.

Feng Wuli said goodbye to the girl, he was just a messenger.

After walking far away, he couldn't help but look back.

The light in the botanical garden was scattered. Gu Sisi sat under the broken light and shadow, holding her face with one hand and applying a brush on the painting with another hand. She didn't know what she thought of, but she suddenly smiled.

The scholar stood next to her and said that she was not very good at painting herself so ugly. He raised his hand and stroked the girl's head with a smile.

Gu Sisi felt something in her heart and turned around to look.

There's just nothing behind me.

There was indeed nothing behind her.

Feng Wuli turned and left.

Some things are not done for anyone, let alone for anyone's approval. Just like he promised to do a set of comprehensive examination papers at noon today, but was delayed by this guy who suddenly appeared.

Half a day.

The afternoon class was boring.

Jiang Nao should have taken a shower when he returned home at noon. Sitting next to him, the fragrance of shower gel wafted from time to time.

She was sitting upright, with her back straight. She was in class and suddenly thought of something and took out two mooncakes from the bag.

When the teacher turned his back, he handed it to Feng Wuli.

It's a very small and delicate one, but it looks very expensive. There's a layer of water mist on it, so it must have just been taken out of the refrigerator.

"I just forgot to give it to you."

"Do you want to eat now?"

"This tastes best if it has been frozen in the refrigerator."

"Isn't it good to be in class?"

"Don't you guys all like to eat in class?"

"...One for each person."

"Isn't it good to go to class?"

Jiang Nao was a little embarrassed, but he didn't refuse. The mooncake was very small, like a delicate pastry. But as soon as the two of them put it to their mouths, Sister Shang, who was copying the writing on the blackboard, suddenly turned around.

They had no choice but to stuff it directly into their mouths.

Lowering their heads and looking at each other, both of them had bulging mouths. She saw that Feng Wuli was still calm and composed even so, and even raised his head to look at Sister Shang. Jiang Nao suppressed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

This person can really remain calm no matter what he does.

He gave him a thumbs up under the table.

Was photographed.

She smiled at him.

"Cheer up. It's hot for everyone, and it will be hot for the college entrance examination. Are you in good spirits? You still have air conditioners now. Ten or eight years ago, there would be no air conditioners for you.

Cheer up."

There is also physical education class in the afternoon, but the weather is hot. After doing preparatory exercises, I usually run to the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness.

Feng Wuli explained Lingtuan's cultivation system to Jiang Nao. He taught Jiang Nao how Wang Xilou taught him in the past.

As a concerned person, you still need to have some self-defense.

"Then what will my soul be?" she asked curiously.

"you have not."

"Why didn't I?"

"You don't have it now. Not everyone is born with spiritual entanglement. Many of them are acquired through acquired learning."

If everything is a line of code, each with its own function, the function of most people's code is actually to maintain all normal activities of the human body.

But some people's codes mutate like ghosts and animals, and have a magical effect that can produce wonderful chemical reactions.

This magical code is the spirit entanglement.

And people who don't have that kind of code can also learn it and obtain this code the day after tomorrow.

The explanation of the setting of the novel about cultivating immortals is that there is a magical power. Someone understands the golden bell of innate magical power. He is the only one in the world who knows the unique magical power. It is awesome and dazzling. And he records how to use this magical power, and others learn it.

, others are as awesome as him.

"The reason why monsters are monsters is that the codes that make up them are all parts of ghosts and animals, so each monster will have its own spiritual entanglement. And among humans, even among practitioners, very few people are born with spiritual entanglements. Many are born with spiritual entanglements.

They all learn skills from a master, learn the spiritual skills of the master from the master, and then pass them down from generation to generation."

In fact, everything that can be passed down is simple. Just like your code has ten lines, and mine has ten thousand lines. Your code can be passed down, but no one can learn from mine.

However, being simple does not mean that you are weak. There is a saying that one strength can reduce ten skills. If you strengthen a blank weapon to increase it by fifteen, you can still beat the European Emperor who gave you an orange weapon for his first account.

"What about you, Master? Do you have your own spiritual entanglement?"
Chapter completed!