light, short, scattered

Chapter 115 "The Subject of Immortal Cultivation" (Part [-])

"Lan Xiang? Fake fusion academy? What the hell is that place?" Dad muttered dissatisfied.

"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.

"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.

"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation level is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to be transferred to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it admitted some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it had no choice but to be downgraded from the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to admit it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.

Dad nodded and said, "But this fake fusion is still a fake fusion after all."

"But haven't you tried it before? Aren't those truly integrated colleges unwilling to let our son attend, no matter how good the relationship is? No guarantee of admission rate is something that any truly integrated college is willing to try." Mom. said.

"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.

"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.

Dad stepped out on the sword and disappeared into the sky.

"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.

"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.

"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.

"No, I really can't learn." I said. I didn't dare to say that it was because of my parents' pressure.

"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.

. . . . . .

That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"

"No, I'm awake." I said.

Dad opened the door and walked in slowly.

I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"

"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.

"But you burned my book. If I dictated it, wouldn't it be clear what I wanted to say?" I said nervously.

Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.

"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.

Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."

"So Dad, you're not angry with me anymore?" I said with a smile.

"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.

I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.

I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.

Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.

When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.

Clothes also flew in from all directions and were put on quickly.

Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"

The father said: "If you don't want to eat, take your son to see Pang Hai." The mother smiled and said: "Be polite when meeting people."

Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.

At this time, two Yujian flew out of the room, and his father said: "I, Yujian, will take you to Uncle Dahai's house, or will you follow me yourself?"

"My... score in swordsmanship is only D. If I get below C, I am not suitable for flying..." I said nervously.

Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.

Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.

Then Dad took a deep breath and said, "What the hell have you learned these past few years?"

"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.

Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.

"Tell me how many other things you have hidden." Dad said, grabbing me and jumping on the sword and driving away.

I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."

Dad listened and looked at me and said, "Okay, then follow me with your things. If you do, I promise not to hit you in the future."

I nodded my head and said, "Okay."

Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"

I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.

"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.

"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.

Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.

I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly.High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air.Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.

My father turned his head and saw me flying beside him. His mouth moved slightly and the sound came into my mind and said, "What a strange thing you are."

"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.

Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"

The sound reached my ears clearly.

I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."

"Your grades are so bad, why hasn't the teacher called your parents for several years?" Dad said angrily.

"There is a thing called a voice changer, which disguises your voices and records them on jade slips and passes them to the teacher. The teacher has almost never noticed that I'm pretending to be my parents. I've been hiding it for several years." I said with a wry smile.

"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.

I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."

Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.

Dad looked at me floating in the air, smiled bitterly and said, "That's it, that's it. You have strengthened your wings. I won't hit you in the future."

(End of this chapter)