All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning was not joking when she said that all freshmen should start training camp.

In the early morning of the next day, all the disciples of No. 20 and the eighth class gathered at the foot of Luoyuan Mountain.

Except Qinglang.

"One is missing." Feng Ning mentioned it casually.

A disciple who lived next door to Qinglang hesitated for a moment, and replied, "It is... No. 56 Qingyang..."

The female disciple next to him bumped his arm and corrected, "It's Qing Lang! He changed his name."

"Ah, yes, it's Qing Lang! I called him when I came out, but he...but he said he wouldn't come."

After hearing this, everyone talked a lot, as if it was the first time they saw such a deviant disciple.

Ling Feng next to him said in a low voice: "Master, disciple, go and call 56 little brother over here."

"No, I'll go in person." Feng Ning looked at Ling Feng, "You train the new students for me first."

Ling Feng: "Yes."

Before Feng Ning reached the Qinglang Gate, he sensed a slight movement in the northwest corner of the Guining Mountain Range.

Someone is breaking the barrier.

Feng Ning sighed, immediately changed direction, and went straight to the northwest corner of Guining Mountain.

really.

It is Qinglang.

He is throwing bombs one after another in an attempt to destroy the barrier.

The bomb in his hand is so powerful that it can blow up half of a mountain, but it can't move the barrier.

"It's useless." Feng Ning said, "There are not many people in the world who can break my barrier."

Qinglang threw the last bomb on the barrier as if venting his anger, then wiped the fine sweat that oozed from the horns of the devil, turned to look at Fengning, and said coldly, "What are you doing here again?"

"I'm here to urge you to attend the training camp."

Qing Lang: "I won't go."

"All freshmen have to go, it doesn't count as a violation of discipline."

"I just violated the discipline, what's the matter?" Qing Lang looked at him coldly, "At worst, you expel me from the school."

Feng Ning explained to him: "Guining Mountain generally does not expel disciples easily, and if they violate discipline, they will only impose corporal punishment and confinement."

He paused for a moment, then asked Qing Lang very enlightenedly: "Which one do you like?"

Qing Lang clenched his fists, his face turned black with anger: "You threaten me?"

Feng Ning looked innocent: "How could it be? I just kindly gave you the rules of popular science."

Qing Lang: "..."

In short, after a quarter of an hour, Qing Lang appeared in the queue of freshmen with a dark face.

Feng Ning stood on the stone steps and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start. In order to help you save your life in times of crisis, I will first teach you how to draw the most basic invisibility talisman."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Ah? Invisibility talisman? Isn't that an advanced talisman?"

"Without talisman paper and talisman pen, how can I write talismans?"

Feng Ning casually broke off a branch, and used spells to transform it into 68 pieces and threw them into the hands of each freshman, saying: "When you are running for your life, can you make sure you have the talisman paper and talisman pen in your hand?"

Everyone finally stopped talking, held the branches tightly in their hands, and listened to Fengning's explanation seriously.

This spell is a bit difficult to learn and requires constant practice to succeed.

After Feng Ning finished explaining, he patrolled back and forth, pointing out one by one.

The people behind began to take advantage of this gap to whisper.

Especially around Qinglang, they had the most fun chatting.

The students who used to avoid him because he was a "broken sleeve" and because he was a member of the demon clan gathered around him.

"...Hey, Qing Lang, why did you change your name?"

"Yeah, and your magic horns and the color of your eyes, what's the matter?"

"I heard that you have become an inner disciple, how did you do it?"

"Congratulations, congratulations..."

"Qing Lang, someone said that yesterday they saw you staying with Master, what is your relationship?"

"Did you know Master before? Just now Master called you personally..."

"Does Master know that you are Duanxiu? Does Master know that you are Duanxiu and accept you as an inner disciple? Master is so kind..."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang raised his head and looked at them coldly: "Can you be quiet?"

Everyone had no choice but to turn their heads silently and continue discussing in low voices.

"...Don't say it, don't say it, how can you poke someone's pain point?"

"The demons are just not easy to get along with."

"Forget it, let's not talk about him, look at Master..."

"What happened, Master?"

"Master... there is a wound on the head..."

"When did Master get hurt? The scar looks quite deep."

"Master is so powerful, how could he be injured? It's so strange..."

Qing Lang raised his head silently and glanced up.

Feng Ning stood a foot away from him, and the half-inch scar was clearly visible.

Qing Lang lowered his head, clenched the branch in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, a figure overlapped with Qing Lang's shadow, and immediately after, his hand was also held.

Qing Lang was startled, and turned his head to look.

...It's Fengning.

Feng Ning stood behind him, holding his hand calmly, as if directing his movements without distraction.

But he was so close, Qing Lang could see the newly scabbed wound on his forehead when he tilted his head.

The wound was not caused by spells, nor was it contaminated with any poison, it was just broken by the vase.

...This kind of common wound can be easily healed by any disciple in the Guining Sect with healing techniques.

But it stayed on Fengning's head for a whole day.

Qing Lang couldn't help asking in a low voice: "...you...why didn't you heal the wound?"

Feng Ning didn't stop teaching her hands, but said: "The wound was left by you, I can't touch it."

Qing Lang: "Why?"

Feng Ning turned her head and smiled softly: "You hurt me because you hurt me. I'm afraid that if I cure it, you will be unhappy."

Qing Lang: "..."

What crazy idea? !

Qing Lang: "...You should use healing techniques to cure it."

The movements in Fengning's hands paused, and her eyes bent: "Do you love me?"

Qinglang's heart skipped a beat, and he scolded furiously: "You idiot loves you so much, I wish you could die of pain! It's because other disciples are discussing..."

"Oh... that's right." Feng Ning blinked, as if she was a little disappointed.

But in the next moment, he moved closer again, the tip of his nose almost touching Qing Lang's cheek: "Since you want me to treat you, then you can do it."

After speaking, he took Qing Lang's hand and placed it on his forehead.

Qing Lang threw away his hand in a panic, took a step back, and said in a low voice: "Are you crazy? What are you doing? What is this place..."

He was halfway through speaking when he suddenly realized that none of the disciples around noticed their strange behavior.

And a written invisibility talisman on the ground is faintly emitting golden light.

Feng Ning took Qing Lang's hand again and placed it on her forehead, "Hurry up, the talisman will expire soon."

Seeing that the golden light of the invisibility talisman on the ground was fading, Feng Ning actually smiled brightly in front of him with a scarred face.

Qing Lang gritted his teeth, quickly applied a healing technique to Feng Ning's wound, and then pushed him away.

But I don't know how Feng Ning did it, after being a god for so many years, he couldn't even stand firmly, Qing Lang just pushed, and he staggered and was about to fall.

Qing Lang hastily stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his waist.

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled, his eyes were curved, and when he smiled, he was like a bright moon embracing stars:

"Thank you, little Qinglang."

They were so close that the heat from Fengning's breath even scalded Qinglang's earlobe.

It almost made him lose his mind for a moment.

In the corner of the eye, the golden light of the spell is slowly dissipating.

Qing Lang let go of her hand abruptly.

But his whole body became hot and dry.

The morning training was over soon, and it was time for lunch in a short while.

Just as Qing Lang found a secluded corner to sit down, a circle of classmates surrounded him.

They all asked him how the invisibility talisman was written?How does it feel to be invisible? What did Master teach you personally?You learned the invisibility talisman so quickly?

None of these questions could be answered by Qing Lang.

Just when Qinglang was so annoyed and wanted to tell them to shut up, everyone fell silent in unison.

It wasn't just Qing Lang's table that was quiet, but the entire cafeteria.

There were nearly a hundred people, and the huge cafeteria was so quiet that there was not even the sound of tableware.

Qing Lang looked up subconsciously.

At the intersection of everyone's eyes, many students stood on both sides of the road, consciously giving way.

And the very center of that road is Feng Ning.

Feng Ning was wearing that plain white robe, but the skirt was embroidered with colorful auspicious clouds.Those dark lines shone brightly as he walked around, as if surrounded by spiritual light, making him even more extraordinary, untouched by human habitation, and unstained by dust.

It's out of place with this noisy and crowded canteen.

All the immortals need to practice before they can learn bigu, and it is rumored that Master Feng Ning no longer needs to eat when he first has divine consciousness.

So what is he doing here?

As Feng Ning walked forward, she raised her head slightly, her eyes swept over the crowd, as if she was looking for someone.

There was no serious expression on his face, but the students he glanced at unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

He is Feng Ning, the head of the grand master with the same life span as the sky and boundless mana.

It is the master that every disciple of Guining Mountain respects very much and can't help but look up.

Qing Lang is no exception.

His gaze followed Feng Ning unconsciously, and he was even a little absent-minded, as if he was following his moon.

But at this moment, Feng Ning also saw Qing Lang, his eyes met, and the corners of Feng Ning's lips quickly lifted into a smile.

Qing Lang's heart stopped suddenly, and he lowered his head in panic.

"No, no, why do I feel that Master has come to our table?"

The classmates beside me were amazed in a low voice.

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang has almost already thought of what kind of monster this person will do next.

Sure enough, Feng Ning approached step by step like this, and then stopped in the aisle next to Qing Lang.

The bamboo chopsticks in Qing Lang's hands shattered into two halves.

He took a deep breath, bowed his head, stood up and was about to leave.

But in the next moment, Feng Ning held down his shoulder.

Qing Lang opened his eyes wide in shock.

There are disciples looking at him everywhere, what is he going to do?

At this moment, Feng Ning said: "Students who have finished their meals, please do not leave in a hurry, there are extra meals."

Extra meal?

Everyone looked at each other.

I saw Feng Ning waved his white sleeves, and countless dots of starlight fell from the sky and fell into the lunch boxes of every student.

The light dissipated, and each student had two more fruits in their lunch boxes.

One is a golden high-level spiritual fruit, and the other is a black-purple red fruit.

Both of these two fruits are very valuable, and ordinary immortals can't get two of them throughout the year.

Hundreds of rare spiritual fruits have become extra meals for the students in this way. How luxurious is this? !

Everyone was amazed, and after the shock, the thanks to Feng Ning came like a wave!

"Why are you staring blankly? Why don't you sit down and eat the spiritual fruit quickly, Qinglang, do you know that this red fruit is a small supplement to us immortals, but it is a great supplement to you devils!" The classmate next to him Pulling Qing Lang's clothes corner violently, Sheng Sheng pulled him back to his position.

Qing Lang sat on the chair, but couldn't help raising his head to look at Feng Ning beside him.

There was a faint smile in Feng Ning's eyes, and her voice was gentle: "No need to thank you, everyone have a good meal, and we will go to the mountain for training in the afternoon."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and left.

But I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the aisle is so wide, but Feng Ning's arm bumped into Qing Lang's shoulder.

Qing Lang thought that he was about to fall again, so he stretched out his hand almost subconsciously——

But the next moment, a warm and dry hand touched his palm under the cover of the cloth.

Qing Lang was stunned.

But that hand only stayed for a moment before leaving, quietly, without being noticed by anyone else.

But when that hand left, Qing Lang clearly noticed that there was something extra in the palm of his hand.

The silky white sleeves left Qing Lang's skin, Qing Lang raised his head almost like a thief, only to find that Feng Ning was slowly leaving as if nothing had happened, and besides that, there seemed to be no one else. Found the difference here.

Qing Lang licked his dry lips lightly, and shrank his right hand into his sleeve.

"What are you still in a daze for, eat it quickly, this red fruit is meant to be eaten fresh..." the classmate next to him reminded.

"Why did the master suddenly give us such a good spiritual fruit? I'm so touched..."

"And there is also the red groat fruit, which can only be preserved for a day and a night, so it's not the master who picks it himself?"

"……impossible?"

"But why did the master give us the red fruit instead of the snow spirit fruit? After all, we still have more people in the fairy race, so the red fruit is more effective for the demons..."

"Be careful, don't say this in front of the master, the master doesn't like the confrontation between immortals and demons among the students..."

Amidst the noisy discussions, Qing Lang lowered his head and quietly looked at his right hand.

In his right hand, there is an extra universe bag.

It is full of red berries.