Teacher for a day

Chapter 16

At night, the Library Pavilion at Qingdeng Gate.

Tao Zi raised her head, and felt the surrounding aura vibrated slightly.

Looking back, her little master was still the same as before, sitting there quietly, reading a book... However, the backpack of the yellow-haired traverser she threw over a dozen breaths ago seemed to have disappeared?
Taozi rubbed her eyes again...

Uh, doesn't it seem, it's just gone? !

But when did you disappear?

She stood there with straight eyes, thinking for a long time, but she didn't want to understand... Then she simply stopped thinking about it, and she directly called out her own soul, the Styx Raven.

Her Styx raven can trace back the aura that has passed.

In Chen Changyan's words, that is, rewind the playback.

Tao Zi was able to rank among the top [-] masters in the world at a young age, which has a lot to do with her natal soul.

After refining the Raven of the Styx, she can watch the replay of each of her cultivation process, where she did wrong, where she didn't do enough, and where she was redundant... You can be as intuitive as you want.

So, if she doesn't become stronger, who becomes stronger?
"Peach." Chen Changyan didn't look up, but just called out flatly when he felt her breath fluctuate.

"what?"

"Things that shouldn't be curious, actually don't need to be so curious."

"Uh."

"Not just this time. Next time, too."

"Well, yes..." Taozi pouted, and silently took back her Styx raven.

Chen Changyan also quietly closed the book, and looked up at the night sky through the carved wooden window... How could Taozi imagine that just now, during the moment when his breath fluctuated, he had actually been to an industrial park? In a civilized world, I became a teacher for a day.

He saw the legendary vampire, witnessed how the traversers were dealt with, and discovered the hidden identity of his loli roommate...

And, send away my friend Mr. Zhang Jianqi.

Well, it was really an unpretentious and boring day.

……

Chen Changyan slept peacefully all night in the room of Jiang Lian'er, the late master of Qingdengmen.

In the morning, after he woke up and had breakfast, Fang Ji called for departure.

He sat on a small soft sedan chair carried by four people, and headed towards the carriage down the mountain. A disciple beside him opened a big umbrella to shade him, and a maid followed him under the umbrella, feeding him melons and fruits to escape the summer heat along the way.

A year ago, when he traveled to the past for the first time, it was really difficult for him to deal with the huge contrast in status and treatment between the two worlds.

But he still carried it alone... At that time, he knew that the world was so big that he must not be the only one who traversed it.

As for the traverser who couldn't handle it?
Probably all dead.

Now, he is very proficient in the small matter of time travel—even if one day, he goes offline in battle in his own world, and then spends a time watching movies and eating potatoes with the female teacher there. After a leisurely weekend, when he came back here in the middle of the night, the evil spirits that jumped out from his knife could connect their teeth without moving.

In the words of the world of industrial civilization, he called it, show operation.

"Fang Ji." He got off the soft sedan and got on the carriage, he called to the side.

"Young Master." Uncle Fang was waiting outside the carriage, and when he heard his call, he rode his horse to follow.

"A little...cough, don't let anyone come over and disturb me within half an hour." Chen Changyan said.

"Okay." Seeing the aura fluctuating on his body, Uncle Fang knew that he was about to start cultivating again...

Even if the young master is walking or riding in a car, he will not relax himself.If you're not practicing, you're just reading a book.

No wonder Madam would rather give up her four biological sons than choose one of his adopted sons as the future helm of the Wan Xiao Sect.

Uncle Fang waved his hand in relief, and told the maids carrying the fruit to step back and rest for a while, at least for half an hour, so they wouldn't have to come over to serve them.

As for himself, he quietly rode the horse and followed beside the carriage, feeling the breath in the carriage... Uh, it seemed different from usual?
But he didn't think too much, and ordered his disciples to strengthen the surrounding defenses.

Uncle Fang let out a long sigh.

Their eldest son used to go out to visit mountains and rivers, slaughter families and exterminate sects. How could they bring so many people with them?In other words, with so many people, why do we need to strengthen any defenses?
The blood Yindan formula flowing out of Yaowang Valley is really a trick!

……

The reason why Chen Changyan's aura is different is because he found a foreign object in his consciousness before he cultivated and strengthened his natal soul.

In the consciousness, a foreign object was found!
For the monks in their world, this is a bigger matter than the sky falling!
The monks in their world major in spiritual consciousness, and secondly in physical body...the spiritual consciousness is like the personal hard drive of that industrial civilization, and it is the kind that is not connected to the Internet, and generally cannot be invaded.

Once this kind of thing is invaded, even if the monk is not dead... well, he might as well die.

Chen Changyan heard from Fang Ji that there is a sect called Yushenzong who majors in the "Quenching Mind Method". The natal soul in the cultivator's consciousness is dragged out to be tempered, and then fed to his own natal soul. If there is no serious rejection, the speed of cultivation will simply fly.

Yes, this is the world he was born and raised in.

Everything can be refined, everything is immortal.

Fortunately, the rejection and backlash of the natal soul is still very serious... There is a reason why there are few people in that strange sect-it is estimated that if they continue to play like this, they can kill themselves.

Because the spiritual consciousness is so important, every immortal cultivator here will start to take care of it from the age of three or four, absorb the spiritual energy, expand the spiritual consciousness, and repeatedly temper the strength of the spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, Chen Changyan would never say anything about foreign objects appearing in his consciousness.

Sun Simiao's fluffy pill formula before his death made the whole world stare at his blood.

He can't show weakness in the slightest.

There is also no possibility of being given up by Wan Xiaozong.

He squeezed out a trace of true energy, and carefully probed towards the foreign object...

Foreign matter is not big.

Seems to be, a book?

A strange feeling appeared in Chen Changyan's heart.

No matter who invaded his consciousness, if he didn't put in something more destructive and lethal... What does it mean to put a book?
He pinched a few more strands of true energy, took a little bigger steps, and probed carefully.

Well, it really is a book.

Moreover, it is obviously not a book from his world, but more like a product of that world, under the industrial assembly line.

This is even weirder.

He was very sure that he had never used his ability to refine anything in the world of industrial civilization.

Besides, if he wanted to refine it, he must be refining that vampire. How could he refine a book?

But the fact is that the book is so quietly lying in his consciousness, it is extremely inconspicuous, if he has not started to practice, he will not be able to find its existence at all.

He didn't call it out, but activated his true energy, and opened it directly in his consciousness...

On the title page of the book, there is a line of beautiful and familiar handwriting in simplified Chinese regular script.

"My friend Chang said: In this world, everyone has their own destiny, and their hearts are upright. Although they die without regret. But I have worked with you for a year, and I know how precious your heart and character are. You can entrust all my students. Besides, the world is difficult, Take care."

Chen Changyan was stunned.

This is indeed not refined by him... Unlike those resentful souls refined by him, this kind of thing is called "clear thoughts" in their ghost cultivation.

Read it as the name suggests, without the slightest bit of resentment, pure and simple.

But the essence of "clear thoughts" is not Teacher Zhang's soul - Teacher Zhang himself doesn't know that after his death, his thoughts will linger for a long time.

Clear thoughts are a kind of rootless thoughts condensed from unconscious scattered residual thoughts-only those who go to death calmly can produce them, and the concern of the deceased before death must be strong enough, positive enough, and have clear directionality.

Calm, strong, positive, and directional!
Without any of the conditions, Qingnian would not be able to condense.

As for the specific form of Qingnian, it is also unconscious, and generally it will be an object familiar to the deceased.

Teacher Zhang is most familiar with books, so the form of his Qing Nian is such a book.

"Me? Mind and character?" Chen Changyan looked at the ink on the title page, a little skeptical about life.

If Mr. Zhang knew that his "my friend Chen Changyan" was actually a ghost cultivator...

If Mr. Zhang knew that in his own world, he was actually denounced as evil...

Chen Changyan shook his head, that's all, there are not so many ifs in the world.

He opened the book of Qing Nian... to see what is the use of it?

　A long comment from classmate Xie Yuze.Tips and monthly tickets from Xie Taiyun sewing feather clothes, half-awake Xiaotian, Luis*angel, etc.~
　　
　
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