Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 2 Living in Dao Rong Academy
"Where is the eldest lady?"

The old man Zai Cheng stared, "Of course the island owner's wife's child deserves to be called the eldest lady!"

The dean smiled heartily, "It's the old man's slip of the tongue, come on, the old man will take you to live in the Taoist temple first, and she will be free to go to Wanfa building to attend lectures from tomorrow."

Mu Anran followed the two old men through almost identical buildings, crossed a pond, and started up the hill.

There are small wooden houses everywhere on the mountain, along the path up the mountain, passing by boys and girls with strange faces.

Mu Anran noticed that the boys and girls looked enthusiastically at the principals but did not dare to step forward, and only looked at her suspiciously.

Being watched by so many people, Mu An felt extremely uncomfortable.

As expected of the world of cultivating immortals, the people here are all beautiful and handsome.

"Aren't your conditions a bit crude? Not even one-tenth of my Wood Spirit Island."

Mu full of shame.

The small wooden house in front of her is indeed very simple, but she will rely on the dean in the future, isn't it too straightforward to carry the venerable?

Sure enough, the dean said indifferently, "All laws are tolerated, and ascetics are also worthy of respect."

The old man Zai Cheng raised his hand, "Okay, the old man said something wrong." He cheerfully said to Mu Anran, "Miss, why don't you go in and stay?"

Mu Anran licked his lips, "What about you?"

Anyway, she is most familiar with the old man in this world.

The old man said, "Of course I want to go back! Don't worry, when you finish your studies, I will come to pick you up!"

"..."

The wooden house is indeed very simple, with simple tables, chairs and simple beds. The window is directly facing the mountain, and the wooden house seems to be built directly on the edge of the cliff.

Mu Anran's eyes were dull.

Thinking about the best, at least she doesn't have to stay on Muling Island, facing the protagonist who has the fate of the Lone Star of the Fiend and always thinks about destroying the world?

Dao Rong Academy...

The streamer outside the window was shining, monks wearing costumes of different sects all gathered in the same college.

In the novel of Mieshi, she focused as much on Daorong Academy as she did cannon fodder. At most, she described how Daorong Academy was destroyed after the fall of the Heavenly Capital Immortal City.

"It's really nerve-wracking..."

Mu Ang fell on the bed, staring at the simple ceiling in a daze.

So, how is she going to survive in a world-destroying novel?

Or... It would be faster for her to die?

The Tiandu Xiancheng in the sky is so dazzling no matter it is day or night, and it doesn't care about anyone's coming and going.

"Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist, wake up!"

The door was slammed, "Hurry up and go to class with me! I have to take you there today! Otherwise, the elders will tell my ancestors about my skipping class!"

"Fellow Daoist! If you don't open the door, I'll break it..."

Before the words were finished, the door was opened from the inside.

The woman in the door had an immature face, her facial features had not yet opened, but decadence was written everywhere, and her eyelids seemed to be unable to open.

Mu Anli leaned against the door frame weakly, "What's the matter?"

She looked at the people outside the door.A suit of fine clothes shows that he is very rich, and his facial features are handsome, but his hair is messy, much less trim than her.

The woman in the fancy dress was dumbfounded, "I didn't expect you to look pretty..."

She came back to her senses, stretched out her hand and almost stunned her face, "It's been five days! You haven't been to Wanfa Tower once! How can you be lazy than me!"

five days?

Mu An carelessly rubbed his head.

Begging grandpa to tell grandma all day in bed, almost begging the original owner to come back, not paying attention to the passage of time at all.

but……

Mu Anran's face turned blue, "Do you have Bigu Pill?"

"……What?"

Mu Anran imitated her, pinched his fingertips and quickly smacked the face of the woman in Chinese clothes, "I'm close to starving to death."

"..."

Bigu Dan turns into a warm current and falls into the abdomen, forming a feeling of fullness.

Mu Anran nonchalantly followed the woman in the fancy dress down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, many people were watching again, but most of them were monks in a hurry, either shouldering the alchemy furnace with black faces, or flying around with swords turning into streamers.

Passing by the pond, the two of them went up to the Wanfa Tower, where there were one small courtyard after another, each of which was astonishingly large, and they didn't know how this towering attic was made.

Finally, the woman in Chinese clothes stopped, glanced at her secretly, and cleared her throat, "The front is where Elder Xiao is in class! I have important things to do, so I won't go in with you! If the elder asks you, remember to say yes." I brought you here!"

After finishing speaking, the woman in the fancy dress stroked her hair and slipped away.

Mu An let out a breath.

What should I do when I come to the place where I go to school?
Of course, imitating my senior sister!
Mu Anran turned around and left.

Attend class?What class do you take?People are dying, carpe diem!
"Yo! Who is this?"

A strange voice came, and Mu Anran's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up.

Sure enough, a male cultivator came across the bridge and squinted at her, "Where is this mortal? What are you doing here at our Daorong Academy? Is this the place you should come to!"

The man's clothes were pure black, his face was shiny with oil, and his eyes fell on her.

Mu An was very upset, "Is Daorong Academy yours?"

Nan Xiu was caught off guard and choked.

"It's not yours, what do you care about me?"

"..." The male cultivator was furious, but he endured it for some reason, and forced a distorted smile, "I'm afraid you don't know that Daorong College is the territory of monks. If you enter here by mistake, you will be fined if you are discovered." alright."

He reached out and brushed the hair in front of his forehead, pretending to gesture, "I'm also worried about you."

Mu An was silent for a while.

"You are like this..."

The male cultivator looked at her expectantly.

"……very disgusting."

"..."

The male cultivator's face turned green, "I just want to help you!"

Mu Anran curled his lips, "It's obviously Sima Zhao, why pretend to be Liu Bei?"

"..." The male cultivator was confused.

At this time, a black monster raised its head from the male cultivator's shoulders, revealing a pair of dark eyes with thin and dense teeth growing from the upper and lower eye sockets, and tears shed.

... No, it wasn't tears, it was saliva, the saliva of Mu Ang.

Mu Anran's face turned green.

The male cultivator forced a smile, "It's not good for ordinary people to stay here for a long time, shall I take you to a safe place first?"

Mu Anran looked at him, then stepped back suddenly, turned his head and shouted, "Is the elder here! Someone here wants to kidnap and sell me!"

Male cultivator, "..."

"Who is making noise here?"

A faint voice spread, and the male cultivator froze.

I saw a man in a dark blue robe slowly walking out of the small courtyard.

Holding the scroll in his hand, he had a calm expression on his face, and he had an air of independence from the rest of the world, as well as a bookish vibe.

"Xiao...Elder Xiao..." Mu Anran heard the male cultivator muttering in a daze, "Is today Elder Xiao's class?"

The young scholar known as the elder said lightly, "A disciple of the Beast Master Sect? I will record it truthfully in your resume."

Men's shaved faces are as dead ashes.

That's all, but at this moment Mu Anran folded his arms and rolled his eyes at him unabashedly.

"Yo, why don't you continue to be prestige?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)