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After sighing and sighing, Wang Yan continued to face the reality. He pushed the bicycle and stopped two girls who were walking together and asked politely: "Are you two classmates? Do you know Professor Shi Daoren of the History Department? It is said that he is..."

Before Wang Yan could finish his detailed description, one of the girls with short hair and apple face shouted excitedly: "I know I know, Professor Shi is here..."

She was halfway through her words, and the long-haired girl next to her covered her mouth. She looked up and down with some interest and said, "Handsome guy, are you too rude to ask for directions with your baseball cap and black sunglasses?"

At this time, although Wang Yan was wearing a baseball cap and large sunglasses, covering half of his face. But with his current figure and sunny temperament, it was enough to attract the attention of many girls.

hehe.

Wang Yan touched his face. He was not as popular as he was when he was in school. However, the sunglasses and baseball cap cannot be removed. Although the topic of the male god in the Danghu Lake has become much colder. Once discovered, it will still cause a huge commotion.

"Girl, I'm just asking for a way." Wang Yan said weakly, "I won't be robbed. Isn't it so serious, right?"

"Puchi~" both girls laughed, and then the girl with long hair pointed to an old building in front and said, "You are here to listen to Professor Shi's lectures, right? He is in the classroom on the third floor. Unfortunately, we have other important courses to attend today, otherwise we will also have to listen to Professor Shi's lectures."

As he said that, the two girls all showed regret on their faces.

Wang Yan was shocked. Hearing this tone, the Taoist of the Corpse was in seclusion for many years. After his re-released, he became famous. He only returned to the campus to give lectures for many days. He accumulated a group of fans.

And it is an obscure and boring history class! The academic style of this D-University is so good? Are girls and girls fall in love with history class so much? This style seems to be wrong.

With doubts in mind, Wang Yan thanked him and rode his bicycle straight towards the old teaching building. With his outstanding ears, he also heard the two girls' comments.

"That handsome guy is so handsome, he just looks familiar."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"If you have a boyfriend, you won't be happy and look at the handsome guy a few more times to satisfy your cravings."

"Yes, we should stop him and take a look at him."

Wang Yan was sweating slightly. This man was so handsome. It was really troublesome. Zhizhi, the little ferret in the car basket rolled his eyes lazily at him.

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When he arrived at the place, Wang Yan locked the car and walked into the teaching building full of historical charm. After strolling around the third floor, he easily found the large classroom where the Taoist corpse was starting classes.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Wang Yan was completely shocked when he saw that the large classroom was full of people, plus the rows of small stools in the corridor.

Just a history class, it’s so popular! Why didn’t he know that history class is so fun?

The Taoist, who was standing on the podium, no longer looked like a nouveau riche in suit. Instead, he changed into a gray robe with a standing collar like a scholar in the Republic of China, and his gray hair was combed backwards meticulously. He had glasses on his nose and black cloth shoes.

When dressing up, he really looks like a master of Chinese literature.

"By the way, there is a worshiper in Yuan Datou's mansion. His ancestors were from the Jin-Teen Captain... On this day, he took a large group of people to dig up the tomb of a Qing prince..." The corpse Taoist said with emotion and said a story in a slight and ups and downs, "But unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the tomb, a gust of black wind blew..."

Wang Yan lay outside the back door and window, listening to the Taoist corpse vividly telling a story about a lieutenant fighting against the gold-touching corpse. It has to be admitted that when the Taoist corpse tells this story, it gives people a feeling of being there. Sometimes it is thrilling, sometimes it is mysterious, and sometimes it is creepy.

As he listened, Wang Yan was also a little fascinated. Because the Taoist corpse used the storyteller to combine historical figures and historical events through this storyteller story with a strong sense of reality, it was very vivid and nice.

No wonder, this old monster has been coaxing so many students to listen to the class, and the fans are rising rapidly.

Moreover, most of the people who love to listen to this lesson are female students. Because girls are more sensitive and love these thrilling stories and are immersed in them.

However, Wang Yan was very suspicious. What was the motivation for this Taoist corpse to teach in college and gather female fans?

After a class, the excitement was just about to be heard, but the Taoist corpse suddenly stopped and announced that the class would start next time. The students, especially the female students, were all excited.

They rushed up one after another and surrounded the corpse Taoist.

"Professor Shi, you can't just shake your butt and leave after raising your appetite every time."

"That's right, old wet, you can tell us another paragraph. It's so uncomfortable if you can't get up or down."

"Shijiaozhou, are there really rice dumplings in this world? People are so scared."

"This female classmate, I just interpreted historical events and biography of characters in the form of stories." The Taoist corpse held a glasses and said with a serious face, even a bit hypocritical, "Don't believe in those feudal superstitions, believe in science. There are no zongzi, zombies and so on in this world. They are all fabricated by novelists to cheat manuscript fees."

Wang Yan, who also got along, almost choked to death by this sentence. What does it mean to believe in science? What does it mean to have no zombies in this world? You are the ancestor who refined zombies.

And he was so righteous that he could speak so righteously, with no blushing face or breathing. He is really an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, and he is so calm and composed when talking about lies.

"Professor Shi." Wang Yan waved his hand outside the crowd, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Look here, look here. Yes, it's here."

The corpse Taoist looked at Wang Yan and smiled slightly on his stiff mouth.

Wang Yan was secretly happy. It seemed that Senior Citizen was worthy of being an old senior, and he was quite tolerant. He had just half a month later. He stopped ignoring himself.

"Hmph!" Before Wang Yan could speak again, the corpse Taoist turned his head and raised his head slightly, looking arrogant. He didn't want to look at Wang Yan for a second.

Well……

Wang Yan smiled dull and stretched out his hand and turned around awkwardly to touch his nose. He was a little amused and confused about his cold attitude towards the Taoist of the Corpse.

It's really a young man, the older you get, the younger you get.

As for those girls, although they also had a glimpse of Wang Yan's figure and good figure, they were all thinking about the back-and-forth story that the corpse Taoist told halfway. They were pestering "Professor Shi" and continuing to tell the following story. Others became old-fashioned. The suspense was left out of context.

Even Wang Yan couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

Moreover, he has a lot of professional qualities. He lets those girls act coquettishly and roll around cutely. He just looks cool and never replied. He only leaves one sentence and listens to the next time to decompose it.

Then he carried his hands behind his back and left.

After the girls chased after him, they found that they could no longer find him at the corner.

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On the forest path of d, there was a lush green area. The autumn sun at noon was shining on the ground through the leaves. The corpse Taoist was wearing a long robe. He carried his hands behind his back as if he was walking in the forest.

His seemingly leisurely and ordinary steps took every step, but he seemed to be shrinking into an inch, and his figure shook three or four meters.

At the corner, there is a Taihu rockery. The rugged mountain is covered with many green and tender moss. A vigorous golden osmanthus tree poked out the canopy from the side of the rockery.

The mellow and fragrant osmanthus fragrance seemed to make people fall into the lazy forest in the afternoon without realizing it.

Wang Yan wore a handsome sportswear, holding his hands and leaning against the osmanthus tree. The little ferret squatting on his shoulders held the chicken legs that he had stolen from somewhere. He smashed it, smashed it, and chewed it so delicious.

"Hmph!" The Taoist of the Corpse snorted proudly again, passed by Wang Yan, rolled his eyes and threw it over, "I can't help but hide? I'm not allowed to follow me anymore. A bad boy!"

"Senior Corpse, you obviously pulled me to fight." Wang Yan chased after him with an innocent look on his face, "We don't care about winning or losing, can we have some grace?"

His body shook and walked side by side with the corpse Taoist. No matter whether the corpse Taoist moves fast or slow, he followed him unyieldingly, like a shadow, like a maggot bone.

"Boy, is it great to have spiritual weapon-level combat boots?" The Taoist squinted his eyes and glanced at the cloud-stepped boots on Wang Yan's feet, stopped, and sarcastically said, "Isn't it just because he has an amazing master and then pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger to cheat me?"

"Senior Corpse's words are boring." Wang Yan smiled lightly and leisurely, "The treasures used by the younger generation in cultivation and the equipment they wear are all earned by the ones who use to fight monsters by themselves. As for whether the seniors believe it or not, they cannot control it."

Wang Yan didn't lie about this. Uncle Pao had nothing but to throw him a secret book of Pure Yang Divine Art, and he didn't even teach any experience.

If you have to find the most irresponsible master in the world, no one can recognize the first one.

The Taoist corpse looked him up and down a few times in surprise, but still said unhappy: "No matter whether you earned it yourself or inherited it. In short, I am very unhappy with you, but I am not happy with you. And demeanor. I live more than 100 years old and have half of my body buried in the soil. What kind of demeanor do I need?"

"Senior, Beim is your hometown." Wang Yan took the opportunity to persuade, "Don't you want to go back and have a look?"

"What's so good about it? If you look at it once, you will feel more sad." The corpse Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to go, you will go by yourself."

"But if the Beim corpse riots riots on a large scale, the people living nearby will suffer." Wang Yan persuaded earnestly, "I see the experience of my seniors, and I am also a patriotic and loving people. You can't watch those tragic things happen."

"A joke, the National Bureau of Fiatum is full of talents. If something big happens, there will naturally be experts in charge." The Taoist corpse said indifferently, "For example, if your master takes action, the group of corpses in Beim are not enough for him to cut them alone. A small character like me should be a history professor and spend his old age in peace."

This is really as thick as a city wall, and it is not soaked in oil and salt. Looking at this sour tone, I said proudly a few days ago that I want to seize the little tail of youth.

"Okay, okay." Wang Yan gritted his teeth and used his killer move. "As long as the senior agrees to join the 'Beijing Group of Corpse Riot' mission, the junior will unconditionally contribute 200 ml of blood to the senior."

"Boy, can I buy such a righteous senior like me at will?" The Taoist corpse said with a righteous look on his face, "I also have dignity, at least 500 ml." As he said that, he opened his five fingers and shook them in front of Wang Yan.

"200 ml, not a drop." Wang Yan's position was also very firm. "I am willing to compensate my senior because of the guilt in my heart. If it really doesn't work, I will ask my master to take action. I will pacify Beim to eliminate future troubles. I believe that my senior master will not want to see Beim completely destroyed, right?"

With both soft and hard work, the face of the corpse Taoist changed a few times. Finally, a bright smile appeared on his face, patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and said, "Comrade Xiao Wang, in fact, I am trying to test your character by doing this. 200 ml is 200 ml, but I have to give it in advance."

Haha! He has changed from a stinky brat to Comrade Xiao Wang again. If you don’t know that he was from the Beim Xuanzi Sect, you would think that he was a disciple of Sichuan Opera. Senior Citizen, Senior Citizen, would you dare not be more reserved?

…(To be continued…)
Chapter completed!