The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 211 Isolated? (1)

As a saint, Mo Sheng has a pair of eyes that can tell the past from the present, and connect to the future.

But in this dream space, he found that it seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, which he couldn't see through or understand.

Mo Sheng was vigilant, and tried to enter the bookstore not far away.

Above the bookstore, there happened to be an ink character.

He poked his head in and took a look, and was stunned when he saw it.

Just because in the study, he saw a familiar figure - Song Lanyi.

Mo Sheng was stunned, he was a little bit surprised, and asked, "Are you... Song Lanyi?"

Looking at Song Lanyi whose facial features were somewhat similar to those before, Mo Sheng still held the last sliver of luck in his heart, he still wanted to think that this was a dream.

Song Lanyi looked shy and shy, "Student Song Lanyi, I met Mo Sheng."

what what?
When did Song Lanyi become his student?

Mo Sheng kept his expression on the face, but there was a storm in his heart.

He heard a series of voices in his ears.

If the medicine sage was here, he would definitely recognize that this was the voice he had entered the dream space for the first time.

Things like "Don't reveal the existence of the space to outsiders", "Don't show ill will towards the owner of the space", "During the post, you must teach carefully", "The final right of interpretation belongs to the space"...

What's even more frightening is that before Mo Sheng agreed, he felt the power of heaven forming a contract on himself.

No!

Is this still bound by force? !

Mo Sheng finally confirmed it.

This is not a dreamland.

It is a space between illusion and reality.

He paused for a moment before pondering, "Actually, I don't want to accept you as my disciple."

Song Lanyi stood quietly, waiting for Mo Sheng to speak.

Of course she knew that Mo Sheng would not accept her as a student so quickly.

Because... the medicine saint was like this back then!

Mo Sheng looked at Song Lanyi suspiciously, seeing that she really didn't feel wronged and shed tears, Mo Sheng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"But... what are we going to learn today?"

Mo Sheng was taken aback for a moment, recalling the introduction about this space, his scalp also felt a little numb.

study space?

Then he still has to lecture?

Besides Mo Dao, what else could he talk about?
After thinking for a moment, Mo Sheng gritted his teeth, "Although I am not your teacher, I can still explain the simple way of public defeat."

As soon as he mentioned the familiar field, Mo Sheng became more energetic, and even his eyes became much brighter.

only……

He could not help but pour a basin of cold water on it.

"The Dao of Gongshu is not something ordinary people can learn. Although you have a talent, this thing has nothing to do with your talent. You... just listen."

The implication is that Song Lanyi is not good-looking.

In the first class, Mo Sheng didn't think it would be too difficult, and as soon as he thought about it, a model of a wooden cow and horse was projected in the study room.

Song Lanyi listened with gusto, and from time to time he wrote like a fly, copying page after page of notes frantically.

Under her pen, every model picture is as accurate as if it has been measured with a scale.

She even had thoughts flying.

Ordinary wooden cows and horses can travel thousands of miles a day.

This sounds fast, but in conversion, it is only 41.6 kilometers per hour.

In modern times, any car can go faster than that.

Not to mention trains, high-speed rails, and planes.

Song Lanyi couldn't help thinking, logically speaking, in the world of high martial arts, talent can also be regarded as a kind of energy.

Using a principle similar to that of an engine, and then adding magic changes...can you create a high-speed rail sports car in the world version of Gaowu?

Thinking about it this way, Song Lanyi seemed to have thought of something, and a stack of thick books suddenly appeared in front of him.

She quickly flipped through the book, compared with what Mo Sheng said, and raised her hand to ask questions from time to time.

Mo Sheng was surprised at first, and then the deeper he went, the more surprised he became.

Song Lanyi's foundation is weak, but there is one thing... her creativity always seems to refresh him.

And one point, for a craftsman, or even an inventor, is the most important.

When Mo Sheng was explaining, he couldn't help hesitating.

Not letting Song Lanyi be his student should be... right?
At this time, in the far south.

The medicine sage had a frown on his face.

He couldn't stop moaning.

Today... why can't he enter the dream space?
For some reason, Yao Sheng suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

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After studying all night, Song Lanyi got up.

She just felt refreshed.

Sure enough, learning is the best spiritual food.

Seeing that it was still dawn, Song Lanyi put on a green official uniform and hurried to the palace gate.

Along the way, many officials saw Song Lanyi's expressions... quite strange.

Song Lanyi naturally understood what they were wondering about, so she walked towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony without saying a word.

When he met Yan Guogong halfway, Yan Guogong snorted at Song Lanyi coldly, then turned his head away, after all he didn't dare to say anything.

Everyone was taken aback, Yan Guogong's temper... When did it become so good?

Not scientific!

It wasn't until the beginning of the early dynasty that this group of people waited to understand the whole story.

They said how Zhang Ling and Song Lanyi had the guts to blow up the Duke's mansion.

It turns out...it was approved by the female saint.

Then it will be fine.

Advance slowly and methodically in the early morning.

When it was time for the next court, Song Lanyi strolled to the Hanlin Academy.

It's just that she clearly felt that since today, the colleagues in the Imperial Academy have obviously alienated her a lot.

But she doesn't care.

Song Lanyi found a few classics about the Mohist school, opened them on his own, and recited the contents while copying the copies.

Not far away, a few waiters stood together, seemingly immersed in their work, but in fact they quietly looked at Song Lanyi, and communicated through voice transmission from time to time.

"She has a big heart. After experiencing such a big thing yesterday, she can still copy books with a calm heart today."

Someone couldn't help but sneered, "She has the permission of the female saint, even if she really blows up the Duke's mansion, His Majesty can't blame him."

When others heard this, they couldn't help sneering, "Even if Your Majesty doesn't blame her, can't we give her a little cold treatment? It's ridiculous that any woman can hold up half the sky!"

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the side, "You look down on women so much that you even exclude Song Lanyi because of it. But the mother who gave birth to you is also a woman..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt panicked on their faces, glared at the man fiercely, and left like a bird or beast.

Xun Xing, who was the broom star of the day, saw them like this, his face collapsed, and he sighed, "I knew that telling the truth is not acceptable these days. The truth always sounds harsh... oh, The world is just too hypocritical..."

Song Lanyi heard this series of thoughts, without thinking, he knew that it was the broom star.

She frowned, and said helplessly, "What are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)