Teacher for a day

Chapter 2 The midnight bell to the passenger ship

【If the last chapter didn’t start with ding ding dong dong and ended in pitch blackness, you need to delete it from the bookshelf and download it again】
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rainy night.

A group of men in black with knives but no umbrellas ran wildly after a carriage with dark red embossed moiré patterns.

The man in black is full of true energy, his hair is standing on end, his feet are trampling on the ground, he is touching the water, his left hand is full of long sword, and his right hand is Lie Lie...

On the roof of the carriage, a young girl stood opposite to the direction of travel. Her long black hair flew away in the wind, and the raindrops fell on the edge of her blue coir raincoat, which automatically condensed into fine raindrops and fell down.

In her hand is a small magic weapon in the shape of an oiled paper umbrella, made of translucent window paper, light and flexible, with no patterns on it, only a small word "word".

But the patterns appeared soon—following the screams of the chasing man in black... Blossoms of pink peach blossoms bloomed on her beautiful oil-paper umbrella.

Chen Changyan woke up in this carriage.

He opened his eyes and returned to the world in which he was born and raised.

His world, if you use that world's terminology, should be called "Xian Xia Civilization". There are those who practice Buddhism, Taoism, Dharma, and pure power... There are also people like him, who cultivate dead ghosts, but, It's not like that world imagined, moving mountains and seas at every turn, picking stars with hands.

He looked at his watch again.

The hard-working second hand wobbled and struggled twice, driving the enchanting minute hand to click and start moving again.

A year ago, he got this magic weapon in a strange backpack of a traveler.

He called it a "monthly watch", but people in that world called it a watch.

Chen Changyan didn't quite understand it.Biaoqiu does not enter the public... Isn't a watch a kind of coat?A watch is a piece of clothing worn on the hand?
It barely makes sense.

But... a water meter?electric meter?Gas Meter? ?
He chose to give up thinking.

During this year, every night, when the clock struck twelve o'clock, he would be sent to that world on time—packing his body and brain together, but when the clock struck midnight again, Ring, when he returns here, time will continue from the second he left, and it is continuous.

He was a teacher in that world.

He has obtained a lot of memories from that world, but many memories are very obscure to him.

For example, he couldn't figure out calculators and computers at first... This was after he had already understood the word "machine".

Fortunately, his identity is a teacher, and when he traveled to the past for the first time, it happened to be a time called "summer vacation" in that world, so he could quickly absorb a lot of that knowledge and culture.

Now, he has adapted to most of the languages, characters, and habits, but he really can't bear some naming methods in that world.

Ants climb trees, Buddha jumps over walls, wife cakes...the most outrageous thing is a pissing cow ball!
But no matter how you can't bear it, you have to bear it.

Because, that is an unimaginably beautiful world, rich and strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious, free, equal...

Any one of these words would be an incredible existence in his world.

And that world has it all.

……

Faint pink petals floated in from the car window.

Chen Changyan held it up with his palm.

The petals formed by the rain and blood condensed under the true energy melted quickly when they met the heat of his palm.

He closed his eyes to feel it, and said to the outside: "Tao Zi, the bones of this group of people are not good enough, you don't need to collect the corpses."

"Oh, why didn't the young master say it earlier." Tao Zi complained, "You are so careful to kill me..."

Isn't that because I still have the dialectical relationship between matter and consciousness in my mind...Of course, Chen Changyan couldn't explain it, and asked, "How is your Soul Crying Umbrella refined?"

As he asked, he opened a book in the car and began to read in the dim moonlight, accompanied by screams outside the window.

The road in the jungle is winding and a little rough, and the voice coming back from the roof of the car is intermittent: "Seventy to eighty percent. If every time you come to chase us, it's this kind of useless firewood that can't beat a few times, give me another 100 years I can't finish practicing!"

With a twist of Taozi's palm, tens of thousands of pink ghost heads sprang out from the Weeping Soul Umbrella, and rushed towards the group of men in black who were chasing them.

In the mist of black and pink, the men in black uttered the most terrifying screams in the world, and were quickly torn into pieces by the crying ghosts.

There was still a little bit of conscious bones left, black and red tears dripped from the eye sockets, and he desperately stretched out his hand in the direction of the carriage...

"It's my mother." Taozi shook off the pink peach blossoms on the crying soul umbrella, turned around 360 degrees and jumped back into the carriage: "...Since Sun Simiao announced the prescription of longevity water to all living beings...now, really What kind of cat or dog is it that dares to stop the young master's car!"

Tao Zi is very angry.

The young master had just recovered from a serious illness, but he just went out for a walk and a swim... As a result, in less than three days, nearly a hundred heads were swimming out.

Longevity Water, apart from not being able to bring the dead back to life, is not a problem for any ailment. It doesn't need roots, blessings, or even cultivation. One drop can prolong life for ten years.

This used to be the legendary pill of Medicine King Valley.

However, before the death of this generation of medicine kings, for some unknown purpose, they directly disclosed the pill formula.

To the shock of the world, one of the medicines was drawn to the blood of the most yang and the most yin.

I don't know if other people have this kind of blood, but even ordinary people know that the successive suzerains and sons of the Wan Xiaozong must have the blood of the most yang and the most yin, otherwise, they cannot practice their mental methods .

Oh, it's unfortunate that their Wan Xiaozong was the one who had just been beaten into evil ways.

Because their sect cultivates ghosts.

The flesh, bones, skin, hair, soul, thoughts of the dead... In their hands, all waste can be turned into treasure, and the waste heat can be used.

Chen Changyan closed the book and laughed: "The world is difficult, and longevity is not easy. If you don't eat people, people will eat you."

Taozi snorted and said, "That's okay, we eat a lot of people. Otherwise, it would be thanks to others for nothing."

The driver outside interjected: "Your umbrella, it eats dead people."

Chen Changyan leaned on the soft cushion with a smile: "People are tough."

Tao Zi was so angry that she didn't speak... Why are they using dead people to cultivate ghosts? It's too unfair.

Clang, clang...

The clock strikes midnight across the broad river.

The carriage approached the river without slowing down.

The driver of the car just flicked his wrist, and the neighing of the steed echoed in the night sky, and the driver ran directly onto a two-story building boat.

Rows of men and women with knives in red clothes held torches to welcome Chen Changyan down.

A little girl with delicate features rushed out from the cabin, stretched out her hand and groped in the air for a while, and soon, she accurately placed her hand on Chen Changyan's lower right abdomen.

"Huh? The young master's injury...has recovered a lot." The little girl's voice was surprised, but her eyes were empty and she was blind.

"Well, Lingshu. The liquid medicine you brought out for me before, plus thirty or forty milliliters...three or four bottles, it's almost enough." Chen Changyan said.

"As expected of the young master, Sha Diao's soul has been cultivated to perfection. Such a serious injury can be recovered like this in less than a month." Lingshu stroked it carefully again.

"..." Chen Changyan turned his head and said to a man who was waiting beside him, "Go, change the name of this bird."

"Ah? But, what the young master refined was a celestial-eyed eagle... In the past hundred years of Wan Xiaozong, only the young master can survive the spirit of the celestial-eyed eagle."

At the right time, the disciples of Wan Xiaozong will ingest the soul of a bird of prey, refine it repeatedly, and finally refine it into their own soul.

The strength of the refined raptor has a great influence on their upper limit of cultivation.

"Changed!" Chen Changyan repeated in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes." The man bowed his head and left.

Chen Changyan looked at another older and more mature man: "Fang Ji, have you investigated the ambush that seriously injured me a month ago?"

Fang Ji bowed deeply: "I found out."

Chen Changyan stared sharply: "Who did it?"

Fang Ji replied: "Green Lantern Gate."

"Cultivate Buddhism?" Chen Changyan had never heard of this sect.

"Cultivate Buddha." Fang Ji replied.

"Keep the ghost?" Chen Changyan asked.

"Keep ghosts." Fang Ji replied.

(End of this chapter)