Teacher for a day

Chapter 6 Romance Novels

This "group fight" of immortal cultivators started quickly and ended quickly, but cleaning the battlefield was not fast at all.

Chen Changyan was sitting in the library pavilion of Qingdeng Gate, flipping through books, and checking his watch from time to time.

Before I knew it, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, but the exploration of Qingdeng Gate outside was far from over.

The mountain where this sect is located has an excellent view of the mountains and rivers, but because of this, the path is winding, and the red-clothed guards are so lost that they fly away.

However, if you get lost, get lost, as soon as there is any progress, someone will run in and explain it to him.

"We have found the treasury of Qingdengmen. It is hidden under the spring in the back mountain... A rough inventory includes one box of high-grade spirit stones, seven boxes of middle-grade spirit stones, and more than twenty boxes of low-grade spirit stones. Uncle Fang has already collected the top-grade spirit stones. The spirit stones and half of the middle-grade spirit stones are transported back to the mountain gate first, and the remaining half of the middle-grade spirit stones and low-grade spirit stones are distributed on the spot. The rest of the materials are waiting to be counted."

"Very good." Chen Changyan just nodded without looking up from the book.

Fang Ji is an old man who has been with the two Patriarchs of the Wan Xiaozong. His face looks like a person in his 50s or [-]s. However, he heard from the suzerain that when he entered the school, he saw Uncle Fang already looked like this. up.

After a while, another disciple in red ran in excitedly...

"Qingdengmen was strongly backlashed by the natal spirit and died, including Jiang Lian'er, a total of 22 people, 19 people who resisted being killed, and three people who committed suicide, have all been distributed to brothers in need according to their fortune and compatibility. us."

"Ah."

"Also, there are more than [-] beautiful women, let the young master choose first?"

"..." Chen Changyan smiled and waved his hands, "You guys split up."

The disciple in red was stunned.

"It's alive!"

"..." Chen Changyan froze for a moment, then waved vigorously to tell him to get out of here.

The disciple in red shrugged and ran away. He continued to read with his head down.

The collection of books in Qingdengmen is very interesting... Unlike other schools, which are all kinds of mental methods, there are many stories here, which are a bit like online novels in that world.

Speaking of online novels... It seems that he hasn't read the two fairy tales he was chasing after today's update.

I was busy preparing for class at night.

After a while, the red-clothed disciple ran in again...

"Young master, great discovery, great discovery!!"

"??" Chen Changyan looked at him.

"There are twelve girls at the outer gate of Qingdeng Gate. They look like three or four years old. They were found in the cellar under Beishan Gate. The young master doesn't like those older ones. Do you think they have a chance?"

Chen Changyan's eyelids twitched.

"...You guys have enough time?"

The disciple in red raised his head cautiously: "It's still alive."

"..." Chen Changyan rubbed his temples.

"..." The disciple in red looked aggrieved.

"Let's get together and look up Gengu Fuyuan. If any brother wants to raise a child, just take one or two with good qualifications back, and throw the rest to the villagers at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes." The disciple in red took the order and ran away again.

Chen Changyan let out a long sigh...it's been a long day.

According to what they do, it is estimated that the inventory of the mountain gate will not be completed for a while.

He shook his head, and conveniently took out a copy of "Three Lives: Fate of Apricot Blossoms" from the bookshelf at hand.

……

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Ji brought Chen Changyan dinner.

By the way, there is also a camping backpack, a few lights, a single tent, a whistle, a compass, a kettle, a flint lighter, etc., a bunch of miscellaneous things. Taozi is very curious, so she throws down the crying soul umbrella that has not been refined. I ran to study and fiddle with these things.

Chen Changyan only glanced at it, and didn't look up again.

The main reason is that you only need to take a look at it to know that the quality of this kind of spicy chicken is definitely not a camping equipment, at most it can be regarded as a runaway equipment, right?

And Fang Ji observed Chen Changyan's reaction from the side, and silently added some points to him.

Let’s not talk about how useful these magic weapons are, but at least they are all things I have never seen before. A lot of jingle bells are placed in a pile, and even he, an old man, was shocked when he saw it. After a moment, there was no emotion in the young master's eyes... He is a ruthless person, and Madam's vision was really good back then.

The future helm of their Wan Xiaozong should be like this.

With a tenacious will, the boiled eagle can survive a celestial-eyed eagle, and its soul is indestructible and has a bright future.

With qualified wisdom, with a letter of war, he tried out something that would take at least a month to investigate clearly.

With the calmness of being in trouble, seeing this pile of weird things... His peers should have reacted like Tao Zi.

Fang Ji smiled gratifiedly and bowed slightly.

He is just a hard worker, he doesn't bother the young master's reading, nor does he disturb Taozi's play, he quits the library and continues to work.

……

It's exactly eleven o'clock in the evening.

The night at Qingdengmen was so dark for the first time in hundreds of years.

The light before the Buddha is no longer.

But fortunately, at this time, everything has come to an end, the question now is whether to stay here for one night, or rush back to Wan Xiaozong overnight.

They are not afraid of the night.

Because, most of the disciples of Wanxiaozong are ghost cultivators, in fact, just like the disciples of Qingdengmen, they are at their strongest at night.

Moreover, most of their natal spirits are raptors, falcons and the like... Raptors will never grow old, and all of them are killed in battle. few.

"The young master is very active in reading, so I'd better leave tomorrow morning." Fang Ji opened the door of the Library Pavilion to take a look, and decided to find a wing room to rest on the spot.

Half of the disciples kept watch at night, and half of the disciples went to play when they should.

In the middle of the night, the two groups of people would switch hands.

As for Chen Changyan, he had already finished watching "The Love of the Apricot Blossom".

He was deeply baptized by online novels in that world, and he read books at a fairly fast speed. An online article with several million words, under the winter vacation, only a dozen days old.Therefore, he usually reads the finished novels during the holidays. When he is at work, the teaching task is relatively heavy, so he only follows the novels that are being updated.

He stretched, stood up, and looked at the bookshelf again.

Hmm... With such a sweeping gaze, there are actually quite a few books I want to read, so why don't you take them over there to read slowly?

Once the idea popped up, it was out of control.

He has actually tried carrying things, but, except for the watch at the beginning, which can travel with him, only things that are close to flesh and blood, and a small part of fluid, can go back and forth between the two worlds.At present, he has not found anything solid that can be carried, and even the clothes on both sides are separate.

Adhering to the flesh and blood refers to... Like the gauze on his wound, it is attached to his flesh and blood in a large area.

The fluid is the kind of wound medicine he brought over, and the medicine liquid can pass through, but the bottle can't.

Therefore, as soon as the time in that world is opened, the first thing he must do is to introduce the fluid into the container—that’s what a quick-witted heartbeat can be.

However, from the Weibo of that world, many other traversers can bring things... This yellow-haired traverser also brought a basketful of things.

"I'm not worthy?" Chen Changyan was very confused about this.

It's not that these few romance novels are really good-looking, it's just that he can't do things that other spicy chickens can do... This kind of thing makes it hard for him to accept.

In the end, I'm still high-spirited.be cured.

"Taozi, bring me that backpack." He picked a few books from the bookshelf and waved to Taozi. He still wanted to try again tonight.

"Okay." Taozi picked up the strap of the backpack with the Crying Soul Umbrella, and threw it towards him.

As soon as Chen Changyan reached out to catch it, he immediately felt a strange wave of power... It's funny.

He casually stuffed a few novels into it, and threw in the medicine bottle given by Lingshu, sat down, and looked at the time on the watch again.

Eleven forty-three.

The midnight bell is about to strike.

(End of this chapter)