"The second is cultivation. In our department, you can learn any kind of illusion you want. I will not limit the development of students. As the saying goes, there is a sequence of hearing and knowledge, and there is a specialization in profession. In addition to the relationship between teachers and students, I am still friends.
We can discuss the relationship with each other. After talking for so long, do you intend to transfer to our department?”
Wu Yue glanced at the two of them and said that if he charged two more tuition fees, he would be rich.
"...I still can't. We are going to graduate in two years, so I don't need to disturb you." Jing Ao was ashamed again.
This Wu Yue's face is thicker than a wall, and it will not fall off the wall, and it is very strong.
"Since that's the case, then forget it. When you come to visit Dongfang's junior classmate in the future, remember to bring some pastries."
A row of crows flew over his head, and Jing Ao and Nangong Chen were completely speechless.
Jing Hao opened his grape-like eyes, why did he feel a little deceived?
"Your Excellency, the number of people in the art department is slightly smaller. Can the college be established?" Nangong Chen asked sincerely.
"Why can't that old man Mu Feng agree? Those old stubborns dare to say no?" Wu Yue became angry when she thought of this. He spent a lot of effort to convince Old man Mu Feng, almost ruining his
A big plan to make money.
That old man Mu Feng, Jing Ao and Nangong Chen, were once again blacklisted, the principal of Lansi Academy, the lord of Qingming City, and the eighth-level venerable, were actually called the old man by Wu Yue?
Finally, Jing Ao and Nangong Chen sat for a while, but they were not able to see the last room in the west show up, so they left with disappointment.
Mu Yun prepared the meal, and Wu Yue was stunned when she saw the dish, and she was burnt. She tasted it, and it was even worse than what he made by himself!
He immediately became suspicious and asked after asking, he realized that the plate of pastry was not made by Mu Yun this morning. Who made it?
After lunch, Wu Yue went to the study again to prepare for tomorrow's school ceremony.
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Late at night, all the candlelight in Jinlan Garden had gone out and she fell asleep.
A night breeze blew in the hills, wrapped with a few light leaves. In addition to the rustling wind, it also had a faint rhythm.
Low and distant, as if he was talking in a low voice, and as if he was sighing helplessly, very light, this is the sound, very heavy, this is the sorrow, the sound dissipates with the night wind, and the sorrow follows the night
Hidden in fog.
The door of the last room to the west suddenly opened, the black robe sleeves opened like wings, and with a gentle wave, a black phantom floated towards the forest, the robe horns flew, and the black veil was raised, reflecting under the moonlight
The elixir lips that were sobbing blood were revealed.
As the sound source gets closer and clearer, the sound is the sound of a flute, floating deep in the forest, dancing with the fog at night.
The little black figure floated over and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.
The boy was holding a jade flute in his hand under the moonlight. He was wearing a light green robe, with ink hair reaching his waist. He was tied up with a jade hairpin and spread it behind him. A blurred figure appeared in his clear spring-like eyes.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his usual indifference.
"Have you disturbed me?" The corners of your lips raised slightly, and a calm voice overflowed.
The two were ten feet apart, separated by scattered bamboos and the only light and moonlight.
"Why?" The red lips opened lightly.
The response to the boy was also a calm voice, with a hint of monster, as if it was from ancient times, mysterious and bewitching.