Luck: Ordinary life player

Chapter 186 I Want to Be Lady Saint's Dog

The dean did not expect such a result.

Actually...not a student of their school?

To enter Chang'an Xianda, there is an electronic access control. Except for open days, if you want to enter the school at other times, you must pass face recognition or star network identity confirmation.

Since he's not from this school, and he's not on campus open day now, how did he get in here?
For their Chang'an Xianda, this is a huge safety mistake!
Teacher Wu sent a few more messages, to the effect of self-criticism and the like.

The dean didn't care too much, and only asked him to find out the identity of the student as soon as possible.

To be on the safe side, the dean secretly called a few teachers and classmates with high cultivation to come over.

Except for answering his name at the beginning, Zhang Zhengdao devoted himself to painting the rest of the time, and was not disturbed by them at all.

There was no intention of letting them go.

It seems that for him, as it is now, it is a very common and trivial thing to paint by himself and attract crowds to watch.

He quickly put down his pen and finished the painting.

Some students exclaimed: "What a complete painting, does this painting have a name?"

Zhang Zhengdao was startled, looked at his painting, and replied, "It's called... Tianfu Picking Stars Map."

He just finished.

The setting sun sprinkled a few orange-gold rays of light, which blurred on his painting and melted into a few light-gold lines——

"Tianfu Star Picking Map."

This is, a natural vision, a name bestowed by heaven?

It was the first time for many students to see the vision of the name bestowed by heaven, and they couldn't help calling it Niu X.

Painting without using spiritual power can arouse the visions of heaven and earth, and the name is bestowed by heaven.

If he used spiritual power or replaced it with a spiritual brush, wouldn't it also be able to induce the effect of "drawing spirits" that Jun Wenyue said? !

Even the dean sighed in his heart that this kid is an excellent talent.

If there is no problem with his identity, if he is indeed from Daxia...

Then he will definitely recommend him to enter Chang'an Xianda.

Another student asked curiously: "Student, which department are you from? Why haven't you seen it before?"

Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a while, and his tone was soft, and he slowly replied: "I..."

"Student Zhengdao is so good at drawing, of course he is from our poetry and calligraphy department!" A bold young man with a crew cut put his hand on Zhang Zhengdao's shoulder and replied as a matter of course.

The dean frowned slightly, and asked the student who was rushing to answer: "What's your name, little classmate, you are a student of poetry and calligraphy?"

The bold young man raised his head and said, "My name is Wang An, and I am a student of Shishu Class [-]!"

The dean wondered, "He's in the same class as you?"

The bold young man deserved without hesitation: "Yes!"

The dean glared.

Can Teacher Wu still lie to himself?
She didn't find any information about the classmate "Zhang Zhengdao". Where did this kid get the confidence to say so swearingly that they are in the same class?
Even Zhang Zhengdao himself looked at Wang An in a daze.

Wang An scratched his head: "Didn't we meet at the door of the classroom, or I brought you here to draw, have you forgotten?"

**
teacher's office.

Teacher Wu was communicating with the classmate who took Zhang Zhengdao to the playground.

Classmate: "I saw him at the Quanxue Pool near the central flower bed of our school."

"At that time, he was looking at the fountain in the pool. He didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were always numb, and he didn't respond to calling him several times."

"I was worried that he was insane or something. I was afraid that he would be overwhelmed. It just so happened that the school told me to go to the playground to watch Xing Shen's live broadcast, so I dragged him along."

Teacher Wu: "Thank you very much, do you know his name?"

The classmate shook his head: "I don't know. When I arrived, I was called back to my class by my classmates. I remember I handed him over to another classmate from Class [-]."

If that student is from the Poetry and Book Department, there are currently only two classes in the Poetry and Book Department.

"By the way, teacher, I remember that classmate seemed to know him, so I handed that classmate over."

Teacher Wu nodded and let him go with a pleasing expression.

After the student left, her face continued to show such emotions as helplessness and bewilderment.

Weird.

This student seemed to appear out of nowhere!
He investigated all the surveillance cameras at the entrances and exits of Chang'an Xianda University, but he had never seen this student at all.

Even if it landed in by rocket, there must be a hole, a little movement, right? !

can never...

Did it just... fall from the sky like the cash rewards of the National Games system?

**
The dean asked Wang An again: "Are you sure, you met at the door of the classroom?"

Zhang Zhengdao also looked at him in confusion, as if asking again with his eyes——

"Have we met?"

Wang An felt a little unconfident when he was seen, he let go of the hands on the back of his head helplessly, and asked himself.

"Could it be... Really, haven't you seen it?"

A classmate beside him murmured, "Student Wang, are you...face blind?"

He remembered that his friends in the poetry department complained.

It is said that there is a big stupid guy with no literary temperament in his class, who can't remember the names of his classmates, and often confuses his name with a female classmate's name.

Could it be this classmate?

The dean has received the result of Mr. Wu's inquiry.

And Mr. Wu's increasingly frightened and outrageous guesses.

[Dean of the Faculty of Liberal Arts: Don't guess, we have already analyzed that the [-]-fold manifestation of the National Games system should be similar to the effect of copying or cloning. 】

[Dean of the Faculty of Arts: Besides, even if he can really clone people, it will have to be triggered by our players to trigger his rewards and manifest them. 】

[Dean of the Faculty of Arts: I have been here for three days to watch the paintings of the Pleiades, and I haven't heard the National Games system say anything about our Great Xia. 】

[Dean of the Faculty of Arts: Instead of speculating on these things, why don't you check if there are any other visions in the Encouragement Pool you mentioned. 】

[Dean of the Faculty of Arts: If he is not a student of our school, where did he get the clothes he is wearing?Go check it out. 】

He even suspected that Zhang Zhengdao was probably from the other two mysterious forces.

The dean smiled and said to Zhang Zhengdao: "Student Zhang, you draw very well. I am the dean of our Faculty of Arts and admire your paintings very much. Can I chat with you?"

**
Xianwu Continent.

Jun Wenyue didn't want to perform the spirit lock three times, but under the eyes of the iron hammer eager to study with the old star, he had no choice but to perform it three times.

It was still difficult for him to appreciate this kind of painting of Pleiades.

So... ahead of its time.

And Tiandao does not approve of it, even if the technique and charm of this painting have reached the point of "painting spirit".

He locked the spirit three times, and this arm barely stayed there for two hours.

Iron Hammer just tried to input his spiritual power into the mechanical arm, and just tried to stretch his five fingers.

Suddenly.

The mechanical arm squeaked lightly, and it quickly deflated like a paper model with air leaks.

Under the shocked and regretful expression of Iron Hammer, it turned into dust as if it had been ignited.

Su Xing looked at the drawing paper on the case table.

On the drawing paper, the mechanical arm he originally drew was much duller and grayer.

It's as if the aura has been extracted from it, and it no longer has the amazing feeling before, and it has become ordinary.

Although the painting has become ordinary, it doesn't affect Hammer's desire to get it.

Iron Hammer asked Pleiades: "Master nephew, can master uncle exchange this painting with you? What kind of heavenly magic weapon do you want..."

Thinking of the several celestial weapons possessed by Su Xing, Tie Hammer quickly changed his mind.

"Uh, why don't Master Uncle give you a refining cauldron?"

Su Xing was a little surprised, he had originally planned to keep this painting in Tianfu Sect, but he never expected to receive a gift.

With the smelting furnace, he can make a smelting hammer for forging iron by himself, and he can smelt weapons at any time when he goes out in the future.

Su Xing was also polite, and readily agreed.

His current spirit strength, even without the help of a golden finger, can reach the level of almost photographic memory.

After watching Jun Wenyue's three "Lingsuo" teachings, plus the auxiliary effect on painting provided by [Painting Skills], he comprehended very quickly.

Looking at his appearance, Jun Wenyue felt a bit hesitant to say: "You... still want to learn painting?"

Pleiades nodded.

Jun Wenyue sighed: "...you have been with me for three days, Mother Huang should wait."

"Why don't you go to her to learn the art of weaving and sewing, and then come to me later."

"Let me think about it, what kind of teaching plan should I make for you?"

Pleiades: "..."

The audience was also happy.

"Maybe for the civilization on their side, the star god's painting is really too deviant, hahaha."

"They must have never seen anything like this before. If they come to our era and see the star network, robots, starships we use, and even see the Milky Way and other planets, it will definitely be the same as when we knew them. Shocking!"

"Thinking about it this way, we seem to have something better than them..."

"If we continue to develop at our sky-defying development speed, maybe a year later, our cultivation civilization may not necessarily be worse than theirs!"

"Hey, they are not absolutely still. Elder Hammer has already obtained the blueprints about our science and technology from the Star God. Are their masters stupider than our people?"

"I'm sorry, Tianfuzong won't cause a butterfly effect because of this ordinary blueprint, and create technology in the world of cultivating immortals, right?"

"Why are you all calling out the blueprint? It's obviously a star god's painting, and it's still a debut. I think it's a beautiful painting!"

"Looking forward to the next time Star God draws the beautiful Night God, so that Uncle Wenyue can see that there is such an astonishingly beautiful girl in the world hahaha..."

"Suddenly remembered that I haven't seen Ye Shen for a long time, so I went to see what Ye Shen was doing."

**

Break the military mansion.

Demonic cultivators are no better than immortal cultivators. They respect power very much, so Qianye, who has ranked second in the combat power list because of his combat power, has also attracted special attention.

But there is one more thing...

It's about the "scandal" between Qianye and Su Xing.

It's okay in the Pojun Mansion, as the saintess of the Pojun Mansion, and Jiang Kai's order, no one dares to talk about it.

Many disciples still firmly believe that this is a rumor maliciously fabricated by the other two demon sects, trying to defile their saintess with this insidious method!
Their saints are noble and glamorous, as cold as the ice and snow on Jiuchong Mountain, and they also look like the most orthodox and beautiful saints.

According to a fellow disciple who testified from his own real experience, the saint likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and has a cold and evil nature, with a strong aura.

How could such a saintly woman fall in love with an ordinary disciple of the Immortal Cultivator, a disciple of the Tianfu Sect who was often forgotten and belittled in the world of Immortal Cultivation in the past!
Well, although this disciple is a little bit different, he has also won the first place in the gold list twice, is about the same age as the saint, and looks good...

"Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for the saintess of our Demon Sect to fall in love with Xianxiu!" A disciple said firmly.

A few disciples beside him echoed: "Of course it's impossible, Qianye Saintess is now the best arrogance among the younger generation of our demon cultivators, she is not only the saint of our Pojun Mansion, but also the saint of the entire Demon Sect." ! That is the role model for all of us demon cultivators, a role model!"

"This is definitely a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy!"

"I suspect that it is not necessarily the idea of ​​the other two demon sects, nor is it necessarily the idea of ​​the immortal sect."

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?"

"Xianxiu hates us even more than we hate them. That guy named Pleiades can be the No. 1 of their younger generation of Xianxiu, right?"

"Think about it, if you were a fairy cultivator, and your No. [-] arrogance was rumored to have sex with a demon cultivator, what would you think? He can still, or in other words, is he still worthy of being the No. [-]?"

"Those hypocrites really want to use their methods. They are much lower than our demon cultivators. It's okay if he doesn't leave the sect. If he goes out, he will definitely be criticized... He is only 15 years old, and his Dao heart will be destroyed if he can't say it." !"

"Holy shit, Gao, soldiers don't kill blood, and don't violate the rules of the gold list. You can destroy a genius with public opinion, and you can use it to clear up the ethos of the fairy sect. It's too ruthless!"

"Fellow Daoist sees clearly and has profound insights. I admire, admire!"

Qianye, who had just finished his supernatural power training, happened to hear the eloquent talk of that "profound insight" fellow Taoist.

Her face turned cold.

She only heard those people say how despicable the method of Xianmen is, and that Xianmen may use such a method to use the public opinion offensive without bloodshed to damage Su Xing's Taoist heart.

She walked towards that person, her face was as cold as ice, and when she looked at others with icy eyes, it always made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"You just said, what, means." Qianye asked him.

Perhaps it was because her aura was too strong, that disciple was forced by her to retreat step by step, and leaned against a stone wall.

The disciple was stunned, never expecting to meet the saint here.

His tongue was tied up, and he sighed in his heart that the saint was even more beautiful than in the image, and couldn't help trembling his arms, sighing that the saint's aura was extraordinary. The body is cold.

Seeing him in a daze, Qianye emphasized his tone a bit, and said forcefully.

"answer me."

The disciple was even more stunned, and the saint's lovely articulation and breathing fell on his ears together, making him a little dizzy.

Woohoo, I want to be Lady Saint's dog...

Qianye finally couldn't help frowning, and lost the patience to wait any longer.

There was a gleam of silver light from her fingertips, and a sharp, fatally dangerous throwing knife was inserted into the disciple's neck.

"What means, one last time." Qianye said expressionlessly.

Under the threat of his life, the disciple was really awake this time, and he didn't dare to tremble too much, for fear that the knife would suddenly miss half a point.

He stammered.

"It is to create, to create you...you and that...that ignorant...disciple of Xianxiu...spreading rumors that you have a close relationship with him!"

　Baby Meng Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Lantern Festival!
　　Monthly ticket thanks for writing the next chapter together. This chapter is written on a mobile phone and it is not easy to type.

　　
　
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