Chapter 87 It’s raining in Luoyang, but it’s a pity that you are not there
After Wei Zhilin finished writing, he put the wolf hair in his hand on the pen holder and looked at the green locust tree outside the window in a daze. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and said in a deep voice: "Come in!"
A faint figure floated in like light smoke.
The visitor stood still. He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. He bowed respectfully to Wei Zhilin and handed a letter with both hands.
Wei Zhilin took it and waved gently, and the person who came disappeared like smoke.
Wei Zhilin removed the seal, took out the secret letter inside, put it on the case and looked at it intently, frowning unknowingly...
"Brother!"
Following Cheng Ziya's loud voice, the door was pushed open, interrupting Wei Zhilin's meditation.
"How's it going? Those little guys are practicing well, right?"
Wei Zhilin put down the secret letter in his hand and looked at Cheng Ziya with a smile.
Cheng Ziya lifted up his clothes, and his bronzed chest and neck were covered with fine beads of sweat, glistening in the sun.
"Don't mention it!"
He wiped his face with his robe, picked up a wine jar on the ground and poured a bowl of wine. He drank it in one go, wiped his mouth and said, "Gu Qingzhou, that little bastard, is probably sleeping at home again." I woke up and still haven’t seen anyone yet!”
Cheng Ziya was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he shook his head in displeasure, and continued: "I taught them the "Hunyuan Ruyi Kung" for several days, and that bastard Fan Dazhi can't even punch!"
Wei Zhilin stroked his beard and smiled, his smile as warm as the bright sunshine in early spring in the attic.
"Senior brother, are you still in the mood to make fun of me? At this rate, how can we fight against Longmen Academy?"
Cheng Ziya glared at Wei Zhilin angrily, then sat on the floor, hugged the wine jar, and took a big gulp.
"Ziya, my teacher always said that there is no distinction between teachers and students, and you should teach according to their aptitude. I see... you teach but don't know the right way, and they learn but don't know the right way! Zi Ya, don't be too hasty, you must know that haste makes waste!"
Wei Zhilin packed up the messy papers on the case and smiled lightly.
"How can I not be in a hurry? The Qingming Competition is about to happen, but... senior brother, alas... I was so angry with that bastard Fan Dazhi today..."
Cheng Ziya told Wei Zhilin what happened just now. After hearing this, Wei Zhilin laughed even more heartily.
"If you can't fight, run away. If you can't run, beg for mercy... Haha, it fits this guy's usual lazy character. He has a young heart and is straightforward. He really didn't lie!"
Cheng Ziya was a little speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he said with a dark face: "This kid said he doesn't know how to fight. How can he win when he competes with Longmen Academy in the future?"
"Then how can you conclude that he will definitely fail?"
Wei Zhilin moved a chair, sat down next to Cheng Ziya, and said leisurely: "My teacher often said that everyone has a saint in his heart, but he is just not as confident as he is... This Fan Dazhi is extremely smart. He can pass all the way in the selection competition, and he will definitely win." It has its own merits.”
"And you, and even many people, have overlooked a very important point..."
"Huh?...Senior brother, please explain it more clearly!"
Cheng Ziya was holding the wine bowl, leaning on the low table, and blinked in confusion.
"Many people think that his victory is due to a lot of luck, but they have overlooked the most important point, which is his cultivation level! If I read correctly, this boy is just at the peak of Qi refining, and he is actually What does it mean to be able to defeat Ji Mo and Jin Caiyun at the God Refining Realm, and even Tian Xiong who is almost at the Peak Returning Void Realm?"
As soon as Wei Zhilin finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder outside, and the light in the originally sunny attic suddenly became dim.
"Senior brother's words are like spring thunder, which wakes people up!"
Cheng Ziya slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with wonder.
"Although this guy is not good at attacking, he has a variety of tricks, which are more than enough to save lives. Maybe he will bring us unexpected surprises in the Qingming Competition in the future."
Wei Zhilin stroked his beard and smiled, stretched out his hand to snatch the wine bowl from Cheng Ziya's hand, put it to his lips and took a sip.
"Lin Qiuchi has mentioned him to me many times and thinks that all the disciples I have recruited since the establishment of Zhixing Academy are not as good as Fan Dazhi in terms of talent and understanding.
Qiu Chi even praised him as a treasure from the ocean, and had long wanted to accept him as his disciple. He wanted to teach him spells and formations, but this kid... was unwilling to learn! "
"This brat has such a lazy temperament that makes him so angry!"
Cheng Ziya punched the table, but couldn't help laughing.
"So... Zi Ya, many things cannot be taken at face value, let alone generalizations. There is one more thing, if I say it... you may not believe it!"
Wei Zhilin drank the wine in the bowl and said calmly: "A few months ago, every night, there was always a powerful spiritual consciousness wandering around the Zhixing courtyard. This spiritual consciousness was extremely cautious, and it became increasingly Qiang Qiang once broke into the women's dormitory and triggered the isolation circle. Later, after some investigation on my part...it was none other than Fan Dazhi!"
Cheng Ziya's face was full of shock, and he stood up suddenly: "I also sensed that ray of divine consciousness back then, it was... no weaker than a master of the Hedao Realm!"
"At such a young age...his spiritual consciousness is so strong that it is rare in this world,"
Wei Zhilin sighed and looked out the window. The originally clear sky suddenly became extremely hazy, and it looked like it was going to rain.
There was wind blowing in from the window. Wei Zhilin walked to the desk, picked up the paperweight and placed it on the messy papers blown by the wind, then picked up the sealed letter.
"Longmen Academy also conducted a disciple selection not long ago. Among the five people they selected, Cui Zhixia is the leader of the younger generation of the Cui family. The Cui family has always protected him very well. His cultivation skills have impressed us all. No idea.”
"Li Feixing is a direct disciple of Xin Wuming in Longmen Academy. He should be practicing Xuan Yinji Dao of Xin Wuming."
"Hong Shan is a disciple of Tingtao Sword Sect. Tingtao Sword Sect's Tingyu Sword Technique and Guantao Sword Technique are not to be underestimated."
"There are also Gongsun Ji and Ye Xue. We also have no idea where they studied from!"
Along with Wei Zhilin's peaceful voice, several dull spring thunders sounded from time to time outside the window, and the light in the attic became darker and darker.
"We know that the five disciples selected by the Academy, Longmen Academy will also send people to find out their true and false status. The war is about to begin. There is no secret in these superficial things. In the future, the competition will be about adapting to the situation and a contest of comprehensive strength!"
"I have sent people in the dark to protect the safety of these little guys at all times, especially He An. In order to win the Qingming Competition, Longmen Academy will do anything, so we must be on guard... On Yuan Ye, if If it weren’t for that little girl from the Han family, He An would probably be in serious danger!”
Wei Zhilin looked out the window at the approaching spring rain, a trace of worry rising on his brows.
"Xin Wuming ignored his status and actually bullied a junior. I really thought that I knew there was no one in the academy. Sooner or later, if I meet him... I will cut him into pieces!"
Cheng Ziya burped, his drunkenness rising, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, he stretched his strong body, like a lion that had just woken up.
"Okay, what is supposed to come...will come eventually. Ziya, don't be impatient and teach these children well. The rest...it depends on God's will!"
Wei Zhilin opened the window, and the cool wind poured in, making the paper on the desk whirl. The sky outside was dark, with thick dark clouds like lead, and the air was filled with the smell of earth...
"Senior brother originally attached great importance to this Qingming Competition, but now...why are you so indifferent?"
Cheng Ziya stood up and walked to the window, following Wei Zhilin's gaze and looked outside.
Big raindrops fell, crackling on the window lattice.
The scene in the distance gradually blurred, and the rain became heavier and heavier. After a while, the entire Zhixingyuan was shrouded in a curtain of rain...
In the wind and rain, a teacher covered his head with his sleeves and held an old umbrella, running in a hurry in the rain. His chest and back were soaked, and the strong wind blew the umbrella in his hand like a boat that could capsize at any time...
"The storm is coming. Since you will inevitably get wet, what difference does it make if you walk faster or slower..."
A calm and free smile appeared on Wei Zhilin's face, and his eyes followed the teacher, passing through the heavy rain curtain and disappearing into the endless darkness...
The rain continued intermittently all day long, and it didn't stop until the evening.
Ding Wenruo sat in the corner and looked out the window, his mood as gloomy as the weather.
She quietly turned her head, looked at He An's empty seat, and saw Han Chanjuan resting her forehead on her hands, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, sometimes in a daze, sometimes raising the corners of her lips with a sweet smile.
Ding Wenruo felt a sense of loss in his heart...
"I miss you for a long time, but I miss you for a long time, and I miss you for a long time. If I had known that this person would be a troublemaker, why would I not have known each other in the first place!"
Ding Wenruo sighed in her heart and opened the book at hand. The surroundings were so noisy that her heart wandered to nowhere...
As school was about to end, many people couldn't help but feel anxious and started talking about the weather in the school building.
Just as there was a buzzing sound, the door was pushed open, and a man who looked like a housekeeper, wearing a raincoat, walked in wetly with a gust of cold wind.
He walked straight to Ding Wenruo's table and stood far away. He stretched out his arms and placed the package in his arms on the table. He looked so cautiously, as if a drop of water fell on Ding Wenruo's table, which was a kind of blasphemy.
After he finished all this, he stepped back respectfully, and then left quickly under the watchful eyes of all the students.
Ding Wenruo glanced at the package in the envious eyes of everyone. In addition to umbrellas, ponchos, clogs and other items, there was also a box of snacks from "Fangxinzhai".
Ding Wenruo frowned slightly, touched the package with her fingers, and slipped out a piece of pink letterhead. She opened it curiously and saw a few lines of small words written on it:
"Wen Ruo, I missed you too much last night. I miss you so much that I become ill. I think of last year's courtyard, when the flowers fell into mud. It rained in Luoyang today. It's a pity that you are not there!"
Ding Wenruo looked at these nondescript words, and then saw the inscription: "The boat that will last forever in this life", his eyebrows tightened, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes...
