Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

The illusion disappeared.

"I haven't finished my dream yet."

Zhou Li suddenly woke up and said in shock: "Why did the old scholar's bitter tea turn pink?!"

Then, he saw Zhuge Qing with a look of despair and the old Taoist priest with an indescribable expression.

Oh, the dream I had in front of everyone.

I want to die, haha.

Zhou Li then realized that he had dreamed of "4399 beating up the old scholar" in front of everyone. But if it was really beating up the old scholar, it would be fine, but the main thing was that in his dream, the old scholar beat him up with several eight-stage combos, and he couldn't even resist.

Xi, my ugly side is exposed.

Zhou Li felt a little melancholy. Based on his behavior in the dream, he did not respect the old and loved the young, and even tried to pull off the old scholar's pants and kick his butt. It would be very decent if the old Taoist master did not destroy him now. Forget about cultivating immortals. I will find a chance to learn how to repair cars in the future.

Alas, I wonder if Liu Haizhu can teach me some car repair skills.

"From today on, you are the successor of my Zhengyi Sect."

I knew that the Taoist priest’s master was not a normal person either.

With a bang, Zhou Li knelt down in front of the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest then reached out and grabbed his collar and threw him onto a chair, saying unhappily, "Don't become my disciple here. It's not time yet."

"Ow."

Zhou Li sat upright on the chair with his hands on his knees, looking sickeningly well-behaved, as if he was waiting for the teacher to release Guo Guo.

Anyway, Tang Wan was about to vomit.

"You're next."

The old Taoist priest looked at Tang Wan, who was almost vomiting, and pointed at him before he could react.

what?
Won't you wait a moment?

Tang Wan woke up suddenly.

Ok?
Don't wait! Yes! Don't wait!
Slowly lifting the quilt and lowering his head, Tang Cen reached out his hand with trembling hands and took off his pants.

Tears burst out.

“Xiao Tang ahh ...

Zhou Li, who was awakened, sat up abruptly, turned his head, and looked at Tang Cen, who was kneeling on the bed and crying with his pants half taken off, his pupils constricted.

"Me! Grass!"

Zhou Li, with a swollen face as if he had been beaten, was horrified, "Old Tang, have you awakened the female in your heart?"

"It is the female in my heart who has found the male that I originally had."

Wiping away tears, Tang Cen sobbed, "Lao Zhou, do you know that it has been eight years, eight whole years. I have been waiting for this day, just waiting for this day... Wuuuuu... Eight years..."

"Weren't you hiding in the toilet with your father eight years ago to compete in laxative skills? How come you found that the way to revenge is to relax your anus?"

At this moment, Zhou Li was lying on the bed half dead and didn't say a word, which was obviously very immature, but once he spoke, Tang Cen no longer felt alienated.

"I'm glad you're still this cool."

Tang Cen pulled up his pants and breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Li, who was puzzled on the bed, and smiled what he thought was a kind smile.

"yue!"

Zhou Li vomited directly.

"Old Tang, why are you acting so effeminate after sleeping? Can you please stop disgusting me? I can't stand it, to be honest.

Zhou Li launched a classic inversion sentence.

Tang Cen, who was handsome and had a cool temperament, ignored him and said after a brief thought: "Old Zhou, what class is coming up?"

"Cooking class, escaped."

Zhou Li turned over, his butt facing outward, and said lazily, "What? Are you going to learn how to make rice noodles taste like cornmeal?"

"Has anyone else been here?"

Tang Cen asked.

"I didn't offend anyone."

Zhou Li suddenly became alert, "Is someone seeking revenge? Old Tang, is that Gu Master leaning over to kill me?"

Tang Cen waved his hand and ignored Zhou Li who was looking around. He stood in front of the dormitory door, stretched out his hand and put it on the door handle.

He thought that since he had retained his memory and returned to the past, he should do something. But he couldn't remember what day it was today. When Zhou Li dreamed of returning to the past, he watched the whole process through the Taoist priest's live broadcast stone, and knew that he would be assigned an opponent next, so that he could find the most suitable spiritual method.

But today...isn't it just an ordinary day?

Pushing open the door, looking at the familiar utility room and the "Evil-Repelling Talismans", "Zhou-Repelling Talismans" and "Tang-Repelling Talismans" hanging on the surrounding walls, Tang Cen's eyes were inevitably filled with memories.

I was really popular at that time.

"Oh, right."

At this time, Zhou Li, who had just laid back down, said lazily, "The old scholar has a class today, so you'd better not skip it. He's been beaten black and blue by Aunt Zhang these past few days, and he's still not satisfied with beating me, and he's still angry."

"okay."

Tang Cen nodded and left.

Humming a little tune, Tang Cen instinctively dodged the paper balls thrown from somewhere. Fighting is prohibited in the dormitory building, which is considered a safe zone. But once out of the safe zone, even the old scholar would find it difficult to protect these two beasts.

Then, Tang Cen made a fatal mistake.

Went through the main entrance.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo~~”

Hiding in the bushes, Tang Cen's eyes were as wide as a cow's, he was panting and sweating profusely.

Grooved forgot about such things.

Tang Cen realized at this time that this Imperial College was no longer the fun-free amusement park of the future. The current Imperial College was a thoroughly polluted arena where everyone eliminated and killed each other with the idea of ​​"if you don't fight, you will die". He and Zhou Li were the star players of Beiliang Imperial College.

They are also the two who deserve a beating the most.

After finally dodging a group of students who were chasing him, Tang Cen stood up from the bushes and looked around like a rabbit. At this moment, he suddenly saw something and his eyes lit up.

Oh shit, look what I found?
Tang Cen was chased to the side gate of the Imperial College, which was opened by the old scholar himself. It was usually a small path for parents to visit students or for the old scholar to sneak out for a drink. At this time, a girl in a light red long coat sat on a stone with a chubby face, her childlike face full of resentment.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to come in through the side door on the first day."

Tang Cen approached without hesitation, because the little girl who appeared in front of him at this moment was the royal relative who would take him into the boudoir in the future and make the eldest son of the Tang family the eldest daughter-in-law, a muscular devil girl...

"Ma Yuchan."

That’s right, the current Zhu Qianyun is not called Zhu Qianyun, but Ma Yuchan.

But it was obvious that Ma Yuchan, who had just entered the Imperial College, did not know Tang Wan. She raised her head, and the chubby girl stared at the boy in front of her, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Who are you and why do you know my name?" Ma Yuchan was not attracted by Tang Cen's peerless appearance at all. Instead, she was very wary of this young man who she had never seen before but could easily call out her name.

"Ah, you looked quite cute when you were a kid."

Tang Cen squatted down with a smile, stretched out his hand, and twisted the girl's cheek. Ma Yuchan was stunned at first, then she stretched out her hand in shame and slapped Tang Cen's claws away.

She jumped off the stone with a whoosh, raised her fist, and said fiercely: "I'm telling you, don't push your luck here, I'm..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly got stuck, as if she remembered something, and her voice instantly weakened, "I am the daughter of the Ma family, a wealthy family in Taiying. You are not allowed to do this."

"hahahahahahahaha."

Tang Cen burst into laughter. He naturally knew why Ma Yuchan's voice suddenly dropped. The King of Han sent her to the Northern Liang Imperial College and specifically told her not to reveal her identity. I think in addition to letting Ma Yuchan experience, the most important thing is to protect her.

Looking at the handsome boy in front of her, Ma Yuchan was a little confused, but more of a shame. As a girl, she couldn't accept that a man suddenly touched her face, even if he was very handsome.

It just doesn't work!

"it does not matter."

Tang Cen suddenly smiled. He looked at the girl in front of him who was raising her fist in shame and anger, ready to punch him at the next moment, and said softly, "Don't worry about today, Qianyun. After some time, you will find that what you are worried about is nothing but illusions. All the glory will be waiting for you."

Zhu Qianyun was stunned. If Tang Cen had said the three words "Ma Yuchan", she would have been surprised. But when he said "Zhu Qianyun", she felt confused and puzzled.

How does he know himself?

"I was wondering who the old master would arrange for me to be my opponent."

Standing up slowly, Tang Cen looked at the man in yellow robe who appeared from the side door, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"This guy... is really hard to beat."

"Boy, are you from the Tang Sect?"

The King of Han looked at the handsome young man, and a playful smile appeared on his handsome face. He drew out the soft sword from his waist, casually tilted it beside him, and said slowly: "It took you a long time to inquire about my daughter's affairs."

"I am fighting against a father who is a potential daughter slave. The old master really thinks highly of me."

After mumbling something under his breath, Tang Cen sighed and struggled, "Father-in-law, do you believe me when I say I'm from the future?"

"Father-in-law?"

Ma Yuchan's face suddenly showed shame and anger, and the little good impression she had for this scoundrel disappeared instantly.

"Father-in-law!!!"

The King of Han was so angry that he laughed. If he originally wanted to teach this Tang Sect boy who was blindly asking for information a lesson, now he just wanted to let this Tang Sect boy who was ignorant of the danger know what death is.

The long sword slashed out.

If Mr. Huang has the strength of an eighth-level warrior, then the King of Han has at least the strength of a seventh-level warrior.

And this sword was enough to catch Tang Cen off guard.

The sound of flesh being cut rang out, and Tang Cen stumbled back a few steps. Looking at the bloody scratch on his chest, Tang Wan scratched his head in distress.

It’s broken, for real.

The King of Han shook off the blood on his sword and his eyes looked cold.

"Father, this..."

Ma Yuchan was still young after all, and she was a little afraid that her father would kill her. But the King of Han ignored her voice, just raised his sword and said coldly: "Come, let me see if you have the strength to match your courage."

“Haha, it’s true.”

Tang Cen let out a long sigh, took out the dagger from his waist and threw it on the ground.

"What? Surrender?"

The King of Han frowned and said unhappily.

"No."

Tang Cen shook his head and said with a smile: "I'll trick you a little."

Jade Spirit Secret.

As soon as the voice fell, a jade-colored torrent was reflected in Ma Yuchan's eyes. The young man stretched out his hand and pushed, and countless jades fell like a waterfall and bombarded the King of Han.

Clear and turbid.

Among those jade pendants, there are clear jades that constantly absorb the spiritual energy around them, while the turbid jades are as heavy as a thousand kilograms and unstoppable.

The roar instantly resounded throughout the Imperial Academy, and in an instant, the figure of the old scholar appeared on the side. When he saw the face of the man standing with a sword in hand and jade fragments under his feet, he was immediately startled.

"Chinese···"

Just as he was about to salute, the King of Han retracted his sword, waved his hand, and said, "No problem, I will spar with this little brother."

The old scholar was speechless. You, the King of Han, are bullying a student of the Imperial College. This is not a question of justice. It is a question of reason that cannot be explained. But just as he was about to speak to dissuade him, he saw the face of the person being beaten.

Then if you are like this.

Just fight.

The old scholar stopped talking. He was confident that the King of Han would not kill Tang Cen, or even hurt him. After all, the Tang Clan had some face. Moreover, with him by his side, nothing would happen to Tang Cen.

And just at this moment, Zhou Li appeared.

"What's going on? Is someone injured? I have everything from wound medicine to detoxification medicine to cartilage powder to constipation medicine. If you pay more, I can... Hey, Old Tang."

As soon as Zhou Li came up to him, he put away the package in disappointment, "When you die, don't forget to make a few entries in my book of life and death. It's better to make you look like Sun Wukong, okay?"

The King of Han ignored Zhou Li who was playing tricks, and looked at Tang Cen. In fact, he was not as calm as others seemed, but was extremely solemn in his heart.

Where did this student come from? How could he have such a spiritual method?

If you have this level, why do you come to Imperial College as a student?

Neuropathy?
From Zhou Li's perspective, Tang Cen suddenly turned his body to the side, and then...
He stood proudly, with deep eyes and a hint of sadness on his handsome face. His skin was as smooth and tender as white cashmere, and his black hair was as black as ink, without a single flaw. He had an elegant and noble temperament, and a tall and handsome figure, giving people a feeling of coolness and beauty. He seemed to be detached from the world, strolling among the crowd, but destined to be lonely all his life. This man seemed to have all the beauty in the world, but he was always alone guarding his loneliness.

"I can't do it anymore. I'm so sick."

Zhou Li squatted beside the stone and vomited continuously. Ma Yuchan beside him looked at him in horror, not understanding why this man suddenly became ill.

"How about we just stop fighting? I think this spiritual method is quite suitable for me."

Tang Cen looked at the King of Han who was obviously serious in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "We are all future relatives, why do you think we should fight to the death?"

"Relatives?"

The king of Han smiled.

There was a dazzling light flashing on his sword, like a dragon spitting out its tongue, manic and angry.

"You must leave your ** to me today!"

The King of Han shouted angrily. (End of this chapter)