Curls of smoke rise in the courtyard, and the tempting aroma wafts from the wooden windows.
The white-haired man rolled up his sleeves and tied his white hair behind his back, then put the spoon on the plate.
The plate is a mix of red and green, with a little bit of white.
He placed the spoon directly into the pot, then picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then placed the plate with vegetables on a wooden plate.
This wooden plate is very long and large. There are thirty dishes on it.
The white-haired man put the handkerchief aside and stretched his hand forward a little. The wooden plate in front of him slowly rose, and as he moved, the wooden plate moved forward.
When the white-haired man walked out of the kitchen, he saw a woman in yellow and a beautiful woman standing in front of the door.
The two of them smelled the aroma of vegetables and came to the house early to wait.
"Sir." When the beautiful woman saw the white-haired man walking out of the kitchen, she quickly stepped forward and connected the wooden plate hanging in front of him.
"Aunt Qiao." The white-haired man nodded to the beautiful woman, thought for a while and then said: "I have already prepared this meal. Just take Yaoyao to the dining hall to eat."
"Sir, won't you come along?"
The white-haired man nodded and said: "I woke up after thirty-five years, but this is only for you. For others, it has been a hundred years since I left."
"Yao Yao, I will continue to stay here for a long time in the future, so you don't have to worry about me leaving." The white-haired man saw the woman in Huang Shang reaching out her hands and grabbing one of his arms tightly.
persuaded.
As the words fell, the light flickered. The figure of the white-haired man suddenly turned into crystal light.
"I have never failed to say what I said to you. I will be back in three days at the latest."
As soon as these words were spoken, the figure of the white-haired man completely disappeared from the star.
A white mark was drawn across the world.
This white mark only appeared in an instant. Before even blinking, it disappeared into the deep galaxy. No one could detect it.
A figure came to a white star. Through the majestic atmosphere, the white-haired man felt the strong immortal energy on the star.
This is a world. There is such a place, which is called the only pure land in the world. Here, there will be no disputes among monks, let alone swords and blood. Instead, there will only be exchanges between students.
This place is called Bailu Academy. For tens of millions of years, it has not been a powerful sect in this world, but it has the most profound foundation and strength.
Because every top force in the world is inextricably linked to Bailu Academy. Almost every top force's most outstanding disciple will be sent to this academy.
Because this is the place where the world's geniuses gather. Here, you will naturally have a wider view. You can also learn more about your own shortcomings by discussing with students who are also the pride of heaven.
What's more important is that this is a missionary place that has been used by two generations of world leaders, attracting countless monks to come here in admiration. However, not one out of ten thousand students can become a student of Bailu Academy.
"Bailu Academy..." The white-haired man murmured softly, with memories in his eyes.
This is the place of his birth. It is also the place where someone stops when he first comes to the world.
Here, he has four students, all of whom are taught by him.
A hundred years later, I don’t know how those four students are doing.
The white-haired man is Chu Cheng’s spiritual clone.
A hundred years ago, I fought with the extremely resentful clone in the remnant world of Donghua. Qin Wanyao sacrificed his life and caused the Nine Wonderful Flowers to bloom, turning him into a monster who only knew how to kill.
Then, in order to protect Li Shanling's favorite woman, Chu Cheng did not hesitate to put on a mask of destiny that could confuse people's hearts, causing him to become possessed and become mad, and his will seemed to be possessed by others.
Although at the critical moment, Guanyuanyu, another monk from Cangyuntian, came to help, and a clear rain swept away the haze, erasing the extremely resentful clone and dispelling the demonic thoughts of the original deity.
But the deepest feeling in my heart is difficult to dissipate after all. In order to prevent this evil thought from causing another tragedy of massacre of millions of lives, I have no choice but to go to the starry sky battlefield and kill the starry sky monsters to get rid of the murderous intention in my heart.
The spiritual clone took away the remnant body of Jiu Miao and rushed back to Shanling Star in an emergency to seek Aunt Qiao's rescue. Since then, he has been stuck in the epiphany. Although he was interrupted by Li Shanling's breath in the middle, but after that
I fell into realization again.
Until thirty-five years ago, the spiritual avatar was completed, and the soul left the body and soared across the world.
In these hundred years, the spiritual clone has never returned to Bailu Academy, leaving the four students to fend for themselves.
"A hundred years is not a long time, but for him, it is a time of growth. If there is no excellent mentor who cares about them and guides them, I am afraid they will inevitably feel proud."
The people here are all the proud ones of heaven, and everyone has pride in their heart. It is naturally good for people to have pride, but if it is too strong, it is extremely detrimental to the path of spiritual cultivation.
The style is exciting and inspiring. But it is inevitable that it will lead to premature death. For monks, it is best to keep a normal mind.
The white-haired man lowered his head, his gaze passed through the majestic atmosphere and landed on the building below.
Those buildings are all courtyard buildings. Different from other buildings, these buildings are basically made of stone buildings.
With a chuckle, the white-haired man stepped into the stars and arrived at a trail in an instant.
This is the Beitang Department of Bailu Academy. And where the white-haired man landed, the path is extremely clean and bright, and it is full of bright flowers and neat green grass.
A hundred years ago, this place was not like this. Instead, it was desolate, with only overgrown weeds and a few fallen willow trees with few leaves left.
This is the teacher's dormitory building of Beitang Department, where Chu Cheng once lived.
The white-haired man looked up at the building three hundred steps away, then turned around and walked straight back.
According to memory, I walked through a bamboo forest and followed a stream to a pool.
The white-haired man looked at the edge of the pool, where there was an extending river.
"That's where I met the silly boy for the first time." The white-haired man thought of Yuan Shao, the young man with a snot hanging from his nose.
A hundred years have passed, and the boy who was once must have grown up. The white-haired man no longer stayed too much. In one step, he arrived in front of a classroom.
This was once the place where Chu Cheng taught his profession.
But when he first arrived, he heard loud laughter coming from inside the house.
These laughters were not just one or two, but dozens of them.
The white-haired man frowned and opened the door. He saw a young man walking upside down on the podium, which was very funny.
This young man was very strange. He had never seen him before.
When the door opened, the laughter in the room stopped instantly. Even the young man was startled and fell to the ground.
The young man stood up, looking a little embarrassed. Seeing that the person coming was not an elder of the department, he was relieved.
"I don't know who your friend is?" The young man was embarrassed, but he still forgot his etiquette and asked with his fists clasped.
The white-haired man shook his head and exited the room amidst the confused looks of many students.
"I forgot, a hundred years later, how can I still be here in Beitang Department School?"
Bailu Academy is divided into four courtyards on the outside, divided into North, West, South and East. The North Hall is where Jindan students attend classes. The inside is the core area.
The students there are at least among the top ten in the Bailu Ranking of Dongtang Department. Their cultivation levels are the lowest, and they are also in the Infant God Realm. There are even older students who are in the Tribulation Realm.
However, these people are very few, and most of them went to the Starry Sky Battlefield. After returning, if they are students from poor families, they will continue to stay in the academy, teach and teach, and cultivate more outstanding students. If they are students from big families and powerful forces,
Then bid farewell to the academy and return to the family power.
Then, a ray of sunshine appeared in the eyes of the white-haired man, rising into the sky and blending with the sunshine of the day.
At this moment, the entire landscape and architecture of Bailu Academy came into view.
The white-haired man's eyes finally fell on the Nantang Department.
"A hundred years... It's quite fast to step from the Golden Core Realm to Divine Transformation. But... in this Bailu Academy, there is only one student left. Where have the other three gone?"
He only saw one familiar person in Bailu Academy. Even Song Huaren, who was his tutor, and Yan Feinan, who was impressed by Chu Cheng, were never seen.
In the Nantang Department, there was a woman with a proud figure fighting two men with her bare hands in the competition arena.
There was golden light shining in each of the woman's punches, and she was greeted by two swords that revealed sinister intent.
There was a gentle whispering sound that echoed through the air.
In that punch, the dangerous sword intent shattered into sparks and splashed. The woman's figure flashed again, like a ghost. Although the two men's movements were equally fast, they were still pressed step by step, almost
Every time I take a breath, I get punched by a woman.
Ten breaths later, the two men fell to the ground and found it difficult to stand up.
"Uncle Li...can I stop fighting you in the future?" A man gasped and cried.
The woman shook her fist, raised her chest and said, "Lu Yan, Meng Hao! When your teacher Yan Feinan went to the Starry Sky Battlefield, he entrusted you, the two most valued students, to me. As your uncle,
Naturally, I will give you a good beating."
"With just a hundred moves, you were defeated by me. After all, you are the second and third most talented people on the Bailu list. How can you be so weak?"
When the two young men heard this, their expressions became even more bitter. They hesitated for a long time before saying: "But you are the number one person on the Bailu List. Even in the Dongtang Department, there are not many people who can fight with you."
"The true meaning of the wind... coupled with this black and yellow immortal body. In a world, it is difficult to find someone of the same level who can fight with it."
The voice came suddenly and appeared behind the woman. She turned around in slight shock.
Suddenly looking back, an extremely handsome and extraordinary face reflected in her eyes.
The worst thing about old things is the memories, which make people think and worry. However, the most joyful thing is the memories. Because there is that person in white.
When I was young, I would always have a longing in my heart. It was the person I admired and the path he had taken. I wanted to be that person, or someone around me who could understand him better.
However, the woman's hope could not be realized because there was a relationship that created an insurmountable gap between her and the white-haired man.
Things have changed. For women, the sky has become barren and the sea has become withered, but this relationship will not decay.
Once upon a time, she was so depressed that she would talk alone in the darkness at night. This was a wish she could never return to. As time went by, she finally felt relieved.
For the girl Huaichun, this is just a momentary affection. Emotions come and go quickly, and they are unpredictable.
After all, it's just a liking, not a true love between a man and a woman.
Despite this, after the woman saw the face of the person in front of her clearly, her tears could not stop rolling.
After a while, the woman took a deep breath, walked slowly to the white-haired man, forced a smile, and said: "Sir..."
Then, the woman slowly returned to the ground, bowed her head, and spoke again.
"The descendants of the Li family, pay homage to our ancestors."