I was banned by the Revitalization event.

Jiang Qiaomiao had been busy for half a day, preparing these things for his class.

Compared to a slow-witted nature.

In some things, she took things too seriously.

Qin Luo picked up an English test paper, flipped through it, turned his head slightly, and looked at the wall on his left. "This must be your master's bedroom. What level is she at now?"

As cultivation level increases.

Even without using spiritual techniques, Qin Luo could vaguely sense the flow of spiritual energy.

There was a special aura next door, which, although not powerful, surpassed that of all the cultivators he had ever seen.

He's a master.

That solidified spiritual energy was even stronger than that of the Blood Bat Sect's Grand Elder...

It is at least three hundred.

No.

Five hundred Bi Zhiyi.

"My master has already reached the late stage of the Divine Realm. She told me that there is hope of breaking through to the Void Realm in the next few years." Jiang Qiaomiao placed the scroll on her black-stockinged thigh, picked up her glass, and took a sip of juice.

Su Yanrou's strength is unfathomable; even her grandfather cannot see through it.

That's what she said herself.

"How old is she?" Qin Luo looked down and inadvertently saw the photo on the table.

That's a photo of the two of them.

The background is a lotus pond. The photo is slightly yellowed. Jiang Qiaomiao was a little girl then, wearing a white dress, looking just like Jiang Qiaoxi whom I had just met. The woman leading her was a gentle and classical beauty, wearing a white dress and holding a paper umbrella. The woman in the photo was smiling at Jiang Qiaomiao, as if she had stepped out of a poem, with a kind of ethereal and otherworldly charm.

Judging from the photo, the woman is at most thirty years old.

Based on Jiang Qiaomiao's age, her mentor is only forty years old this year.

A forty-year-old in the late stage of the Divine Transformation...

In this era.

He must be considered quite an extraordinary person, right?

“I don’t know. Master never tells anyone her age, and no one dares to ask. It seems like the Su family is a little afraid of her.” Jiang Qiaomiao also saw the photo on the table. “Master is very young, right? The cultivation technique she practices is said to be able to keep you young forever. It’s really amazing.”

Immortality...

Which woman doesn't want to be beautiful forever?

Jiang Qiaomiao clenched her little fist, thinking of her master's beautiful appearance, and felt very envious.

"I also have a method to maintain eternal youth. Would you like to learn it?"

Qin Luo didn't seem to care much.

Even the most powerful beings in this era can only live to be two hundred years old. Even if they remain eternally youthful, they will only be two hundred years younger. When their lifespan is up, they will still die.

After the revival of spiritual energy.

Even those at the Foundation Establishment stage can easily live for two or three hundred years, let alone those at the Divine Transformation stage.

No matter how poor Jiang Qiaomiao's aptitude is, as long as he nourishes her with spiritual energy every few days, she will definitely become a god within two years.

"Really?" Jiang Qiaomiao's eyes lit up.

"Why would I lie to you? I'm no better than your master." Qin Luo rested his chin on his hand.

"Could you teach me?"

Jiang Qiaomiao excitedly hugged Qin Luo's arm and shook it. Qin Luo had wanted to teach her a cultivation technique before, but she was afraid of going into qi deviation if she practiced it for a while, so she refused. But she really wanted immortality.

"Let's catch up on our lessons first," Qin Luo said, patting the girl's head.

"Oh, I forgot."

Jiang Qiaomiao stuck out her tongue and smiled shyly, only then remembering that she was Qin Luo's English teacher, and that she had met with Qin Luo today to learn from him.

Put all the study materials on the table and turn on the eye-protection lamp.

The girl looked at it.

There was only one chair in the room, not enough to sit on.

She was about to go out and get another one, but Qin Luo stopped her, sat down in the chair himself, and patted his legs.

"Don't bother, just make do with this, it's too much trouble to move it around."

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Jiang Qiaomiao blinked, looked at Qin Luo, and shyly pinched the hem of her skirt.

She is a lady.

What does it look like to sit on a boy's lap?

“Aren’t we boyfriend and girlfriend? We’ve slept together before, what’s wrong with studying?” Qin Luo pulled her to sit down and then naturally put his arm around her waist.

Jiang Qiaomiao is chubby and soft to hold in your arms.

Qin Luo rested his chin on her shoulder, and could still smell the captivating, virginal fragrance emanating from her hair.

Nature is truly amazing...

It's incredible that they were able to create such a perfect and captivating girl.

"Let's begin."

Qin Luo comfortably hugged his English teacher, then became serious, adopting a posture of studying hard and making progress every day.

Jiang Qiaomiao blushed slightly, then opened her vocabulary book, ready to begin her lesson. The two had already slept together that night, and Qin Luo was still restless in his dreams, so this was just a hug, which really didn't amount to much.

The girl blushed slightly.

"Last time we got to question fifteen, and I continued the explanation, didn't I?"

"Ah."

Qin Luo nodded diligently.

Chapter 115 Wind Speed ​​of Sixty Kilometers

In the small room, a young and beautiful female teacher sat in her student's lap, shyly tutoring him.

"The word 'of' should be used here; I specifically taught that in school."

"Ah."

"I kept getting the spelling wrong, but that's a basic skill. I absolutely can't afford to lose points on the translation questions."

"I see."

"Qin Luo, you, you should concentrate on the lesson..."

"I'm listening."

"Then please take your hands off my legs, okay?"

Jiang Qiaomiao blinked.

Her cheeks were rosy.

You've been fiddling with it for ages, why don't you study for a bit?

His furtive little actions were discovered. Qin Luo paused for a moment, then casually removed his hand and continued listening to the lesson. Only when Jiang Qiaomiao's attention was focused on the wrong questions did he resume his old ways.

Having such a beautiful teacher by your side.

Even if Tang Sanzang came, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his studies.

I studied for an hour.

It's time for a break.

Jiang Qiaomiao is a responsible teacher. Tutoring should be balanced with rest and relaxation. Students should not be overworked at once. The goal is to achieve a balance between work and rest and to make learning enjoyable.

Even after she said get out of class was over, Qin Luo still held her and showed no intention of letting go.

“It’s time to rest…” Jiang Qiaomiao nudged him.

"I'm so thirsty for knowledge, I don't want to rest at all. Let's study for another hour." Qin Luo said righteously, his face full of righteous indignation, as if anyone who stopped him from studying was going against him.

They just wouldn't let go.

I read books from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Qiaomiao looked at him, pursed her lips, and her neck turned pink.

Bad guy.

Are you trying to learn?

I don't even want to expose you.

Although Qin Luo didn't want to let go, out of a sense of responsibility as a teacher, she put the textbook away so that Qin Luo could rest for a while and clear his mind.

So Qin Luo stopped focusing on studying, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.

I scrolled through the chat messages a couple of times.

Since joining the law enforcement team, this group chat has become an important channel for him to obtain intelligence. He can get feedback and notifications from the group almost immediately about any major events that happen in Xianning every day.

The group chat has been quite quiet for a while now, perhaps because it's still early.

I left the group chat.

Qin Luo quickly scrolled through the posts and saw a post on Zhou Ming's WeChat Moments. Zhou Ming was complaining that his dad had hired a tutor for him, so he couldn't play games on weekends anymore.

It turns out it wasn't just him; Zhou Ming was in a similar predicament...

As fellow sufferers in the same boat, he felt he should offer his deskmate some encouragement.

He pondered for a moment.

Qin Luo held Jiang Qiaomiao's soft waist tightly, pressed their faces together, took an intimate photo, and sent it to Zhou Ming.