The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 137

The atmosphere froze for a while, and it was Situ Qingshen who broke the silence first: "There are so many academies in Fengcheng, why did you choose Fengwu Academy?"

Feng Qingcheng retorted: "Why can't it be Fengwu Academy? I heard that Fengwu Academy has a bad reputation in Fengcheng, so I just want to see how bad it is."

Situ Qing raised his eyebrows deeply, as if he was a little surprised by Feng Qingcheng's answer, his thin red lips slightly raised: "Oh, that's the reason." He touched his chin: "Then you know, where you live now where is it?"

In Situ Qing's bright starry eyes, there was a smile, and Feng Qingcheng's eyes turned on his face: "I don't know."

"Moxuan Pavilion of Fengwu Academy, do you believe it?" Situ Qing smiled deeply in his deep eyes, and his starry eyes lingered on Feng Qingcheng's small face carved in pink and jade. His expression gave others an illusion: In this life, Situ Qingshen couldn't get enough of Feng Qingcheng's face.

Feng Qingcheng frowned again, and turned her head to sweep the furnishings in the room.

A round pear-wood table for the birthday celebration of the Eight Immortals was placed firmly not far from the red-lacquered wood-carved plum-printed bed ten meters away, and three or four stools of the same style as the pear-wood table for the birthday celebration of the Eight Immortals surrounded the table in an orderly manner.

Now go a little further, and a few screens are separated behind the door with black bamboo carvings about one meter away.

There are several exquisite pictures of Guanyin hanging on the wall. If you take a closer look, you can find that the scrolls of the Guanyin picture are slightly yellowed, but this does not affect the beauty of this picture of Guanyin, but adds a sense of time. vicissitudes.

Looking down along the Avalokitesvara map, there is a square black wooden table, on which there are many books and scrolls piled up; in the middle of the table, a writing brush rests on the inkstone, the ink in the inkstone has dried up and is pressed by the inkstone There are also a few large, scribbled characters written on the white paper. It can be known that this word was written in the past few days.

His gaze fell on the stone-bricked floor, which was very clean, as if it had been waxed. Under the light, it was smooth and bright, with a little reflection.

From the furnishing and sanitation of the house, it can be concluded that the owner of this house is a very literary person and a person who loves cleanliness very much. He even has a little bit of cleanliness, otherwise, how could he keep his house clean? The floor is wiped so clean?

However, the furnishings of the room did not mean that this was the Moxuan Pavilion.

Situ Qing looked deeply at Feng Qingcheng's pensive face, and continued to ravage her soft forehead hair with his big hands: "What can you tell by just looking at it? This is Moxuan Pavilion, and I am the temporary person in charge of Fengwu Academy. How about you?" , What do you want to do at Fengwu Academy, you can say."

"Study." Feng Qingcheng spit out two words lightly, her face was flat and unwavering.

"Study? What do you want to learn?" The slender fingers with well-defined phalanges paused slightly, and then returned to normal.

Feng Qingcheng wanted to come to Fengwu Academy only because of that dream, so she made up a nonsense reason: "I came to learn the cultivation of spiritual power and the control of spiritual power. Anyway, I can learn whatever I can, that's all."

"That's all?" Situ Qingshen asked back, with deep disbelief in his tone, "If this is the case, then
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