Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 100 Enrollment Lance 20
"The second is cultivation. In our department, you can practice any illusion you want. I will not restrict the development of students. It is said that there is a priority in learning the truth, and there is a specialization in art. Apart from the teacher-student relationship, students and I are still friends. We can discuss the relationship with each other, and after talking so much, do you have any intention to transfer to our department?" Wu Yue glanced at the two, and he didn't mind charging two extra tuition fees.

"It's still not enough. We're going to graduate in two years, so don't bother your Excellency." Dongfang Jingao sighed inwardly, Wu Yue's face is thicker than the wall, and he won't fall off the wall.

"Since that's the case, that's all. When you come to visit our little classmate Dongfang, remember to bring some pastries." Wu Yue urged.

Dongfang Jingao was completely speechless.

"Your Excellency, there are only three students in the art department, can the academy be established?" Nangong Chen asked suddenly.

"Why not? The old man Mu Feng agreed, don't those stubborn old people dare to say no?" Wu Yue said.

That old man Mu Feng?

Both Dongfang Jingao and Nangong Chen were inevitably shocked. The dean of Lance Academy, the lord of Qingming City, and one of the most prestigious eighth-rank venerables on the mainland.

No wonder Wu Yue is so arrogant, it turns out there is a backer.

Dongfang Jingao and Nangongchen waited for a long time, but they didn't see anyone from the West Building showing their faces, and finally left with a little disappointment.

The waiter made lunch.

Seeing these dishes, Wu Yue couldn't help being taken aback, the dishes looked very ugly, and one dish was actually burnt?
Wu Yue took a sip in disgust, it was even harder to swallow than the one he made himself!

After questioning, I found out that the pastry this morning was not made by Dongfang's attendant, so who exactly was it made by?
After lunch, Wu Yue went back to the study to get busy, preparing for tomorrow's opening ceremony.

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In the middle of the night, all the candlelight in Jinlan Garden had been extinguished, and it was completely plunged into darkness.

A gust of night wind blows from the mountain forest, wrapping a few light leaves, besides the rustling sound of the wind, there is also a faint sound of flute.

The sound of the flute was melodious, it seemed to be confiding in a low voice, and it seemed to be sighing helplessly, very lightly, dissipating with the night wind.

On the top floor of the west building, the window suddenly opened.

Qiongying stood in front of the window, looking at the dark forest outside.

With a wave of his sleeves, he flew away like a nighthawk spreading its wings.

The black figure floated towards the forest, the corners of her robe fluttered, the black veil was raised, and the moonlight fell on her face, reflecting her bright red lips and the hideous scars on her face.

Getting closer to the sound source is the bamboo forest.

The sound became clearer and clearer, it was the sound of Xiao.

The sound of the flute spread out in the bamboo forest, as if dancing with the fog in the night.

A black figure floated over, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Under the deserted moonlight, the young man held a jasper flute in his hand. He was dressed in a light blue robe, his black hair reached his waist, tied up with a jade hairpin, and spread behind him. Those clear spring-like eyes looked at the blurry little girl in the distance. figure.

"Are you bothering you?" The young man's voice was indifferent, very warm and mellow, with a freshness like a breeze.

The distance between the two was almost ten feet, separated by scattered bamboos and the only light, the moonlight.

"What song?"

Responding to the young man's very soft voice, it was slightly deep, as if it was a flute sound from ancient times, mysterious and bewitching.

Hearing the sound, the young man was slightly taken aback, then said with a light smile: "It's not a tune, it's just for self-entertainment."

(End of this chapter)