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Chapter 146 The Lotus Villain
After crossing the Jiuhe River, the air was suddenly much humid.

Two days after leaving Xiaoping Mountain, Ning Lang looked up at the sky and murmured, "It's going to rain soon."

The sky was gloomy, and black clouds were overwhelming the city.

It was still noon.

Gan Tang suggested: "Master, why don't we find an inn to rest for a day?"

"There are poor villages around here. Finding an inn is not as simple as you think." Ning Lang pointed to the green hill in front of him and said, "Go to the mountain, the forest is dense on the mountain, maybe you can find a place to shelter from the rain. not long."

"Okay~" As long as he can be with Ning Lang, Gan Tang will have no objection wherever he goes.

The master and the apprentice rushed towards the green hill.

The two had just landed on the ground when a rainstorm came. Fortunately, the trees and leaves on this mountain were lush, and the rain fell on the leaves, most of which flowed down from the treetops. As long as you hide under the trees, the rain will not flow. body.

Gan Tang sat under the tree, propped his cheeks with his hands, staring blankly at the rain.

Ning Lang sat cross-legged at the side, spitting out six times, the imprint of the peach pit on the center of the eyebrows was sometimes rosy and sometimes dim, and the spiritual energy in his whole body traveled through the whole body while running the rhubarb court scriptures, and the image of the ink painting villain practicing sword appeared again in his mind.

This is Ning Lang's imagination.

Or it could be said to be a special ability of Ning Lang.

Ever since he had mastered the art of swordsmanship, this little figure of ink and wash would often appear in his mind. It would practice various sword techniques that Ning Lang had practiced in his mind, and would change according to Ning Lang's will. Sword move.

Practicing swordsmanship for the first time is to review the past and learn the new.

Continuing to practice swords later is to strive for excellence.

Ning Lang's breath was even and his whole body was relaxed.

The rainwater hit the leaves with irregular thumping sounds, and everything became calm under the heavy rain.

Yet at this moment.

A small green ball kept rolling down from the top of the mountain. It was extremely fast, and its whole body was full of aura. When Gan Tang saw it, when the small ball was about to roll onto Ning Lang, Gan Tang immediately shot to think grab it.

Unexpectedly.

Just when Gan Tang stretched out his hand, the small ball unexpectedly changed its trajectory, bypassing Gan Tang's hand, directly bumped into Ning Lang's abdomen, and slipped into Ning Lang's arms.

Ning Lang frowned and lowered his head, just reached into his bosom and took it out.

Not far away, a group of scholars with feather fans and scarves came from the sky. After seeing Ning Lang and Gan Tang, they immediately cupped their hands and asked, "My lord, have you ever seen a green lotus seed pass by here?"

"Green lotus seeds?"

Ning Lang opened his hand and looked, and sure enough there was a small green ball lying on the palm.

"This is a spiritual thing that grew out of the thousand-year lotus pond of our Jingchun Academy. Can you return it to us, my lord?"

"nature."

Ning Lang handed it over, and the leading scholar was reaching for it.

The surface of the ball in the palm suddenly raised, and another ball appeared. Before everyone could react, there were four raised places on the sides and the bottom of the ball. Only then did Ning Lang realize that it had turned into a ball. The appearance of a person.

Is it weird?

The leading scholar hurriedly wanted to grab it, but he didn't expect that the ball, which turned into a villain, jumped up in the palm of his hand. After avoiding the scholar's grabbing action, he quickly slid to the back of Ning Lang's neck and hid. The chubby hands and feet hugged Ning Lang's neck tightly, and it stuck to Ning Lang's neck, and said, "It smells so good."

He's also a talking nerd.

However, Ning Lang was a little unhappy when an ancient spirit said that he was fragrant.

"This……"

All the scholars were shocked when they saw this scene.

The leading scholar in Tsing Yi was the first to react. He said to the little lotus figure growing out of the lotus flower: "Have you played enough? Come back to the academy with me when you have played enough."

"Don't go!"

"After listening to so many great truths in front of Mr., you are going to be ungrateful now, aren't you?"

"Do you think I want to hear it?" The petite lotus said angrily: "Every day is either nothing, or nothing, I am tired of listening to it. I couldn't walk or talk before. That's helpless. Now I don't say anything." Going back to stay with you nerds."

"you!"

But at this moment, another person came down from the mountain. Apart from being older, he also dressed differently from the other scholars.

"Mr. Lu."

All the scholars bowed their hands together to salute.

The middle-aged man honored as Mr. Lu walked up to Ning Lang, glanced at Ning Lang, then at the little lotus figure hugging Ning Lang's neck, and said, "Master, are you sheltering from the rain here?"

"Yes."

After seeing the middle-aged man, the lotus figure seemed to be afraid of him by nature, so he burrowed into Ning Lang's clothes.

"Jingchun Academy is on the mountain, why don't you come and sit in my academy?"

"Alright."

Seeing that Ning Lang didn't look like an unreasonable person, all the scholars followed Mr. Lu up the mountain.

Ning Lang led Gan Tang to follow behind the crowd, the little lotus figure came out of his clothes, stood on Ning Lang's shoulder, and said into Ning Lang's ear, "Don't go, don't go, you'll be suffocated in there. No, it's not fun at all."

Ning Lang pretended not to hear.

The lotus villain drooped his head and ears, and got into Ning Lang's arms again.

The torrential rain didn't last long before it turned into a light rain. Ning Lang followed the crowd to the mountain. After stopping for a few breaths on the plaque at the door that said Jingchun Academy, Ning Lang stepped in.

As soon as you walk into the yard, you will see a lotus pond, which is full of blooming lotus flowers, which are fragrant.

Walking around the lotus pond and along the long corridors on both sides to the inner courtyard, when they came to a room full of desks, the middle-aged man stopped and said: "Go to study."

"Yes."

A group of scholars walked into the school, sat down behind the desk, picked up the books and started to read.

Ning Lang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such an academy on this inconspicuous mountain surrounded by poor villages. People are interested.

Although Ning Lang knew that there were Taoist cultivators, Buddhist cultivators, and Confucian cultivators in this world, Taoist cultivators and Buddhist cultivators were not difficult to see, but Confucian cultivators were rare in this world.

Maybe one monk can be found out of 1 people, but not one Confucian cultivator can be found out of 10 people.

"Senior, how long has this academy been here?" Ning Lang asked curiously.

"It should be thousands of years old."

For thousands of years, it should be no less than the background of the Seven Great Immortal Gates. Ning Lang asked curiously: "Then why have I never heard of Jingchun Academy before?"

"Scholars study on the mountain, and they also study at the foot of the mountain. Outsiders don't know that Jingchun Academy is normal."

Ning Lang stopped talking.

After walking into a quiet room, the middle-aged man took the initiative to ask: "Do you also study?"

"Is it your book? Then I haven't read much."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Then why do you think he smells good?"

These words were not addressed to Ning Lang, but to the little lotus figure.

The little lotus flower poked out half of its head from Ning Lang's arms, and said playfully, "It's not the fragrance of books, it's another kind of fragrance."

"What scent?"

"I do not know either."

The middle-aged man sat down a little puzzled.

Ning Lang grabbed the little lotus figure out of his arms, and placed it in front of the middle-aged man.

The lotus villain pointed at Ning Lang with one hand on his hips and cursed: "Rude, rude! Anyway, I am also a scholar! Can you show me some respect."

"How many years have you been studying? Do you dare to call yourself a scholar?"

The middle-aged man said: "It should be 200 years."

The lotus villain speaks righteously, and at the same time as he speaks, he spits out bursts of spiritual energy: "Did you hear that? It's been 200 years, you just take me away from the academy, I can teach you to read, and I can teach you a lot of great principles."

The middle-aged man did not stop.

Ning Lang bowed down and said with a smile: "I can't read your books, but I probably read as much as you. As for the truth, for me, the sword on my waist is the truth."

Lianhua villain was furious: "You...you..."

His stomach was full of anger, and he didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

The middle-aged man asked with great interest, "What books have you read?"

"Primary school Chinese, junior high school Chinese, high school Chinese, college Chinese, as well as politics, history, geography, novels, online literature, etc."

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(End of this chapter)