Chapter 8, Teacher Qin Luo

But what he didn't know was that Qin Luo was observing him from beginning to end. Seeing the change of his expression, a strange light flashed in Qin Luo's eyes.

"Well, Mr. Lanxue should be careful in the future." Principal Song Yan asked Mr. Lanxue for a few words, and then turned his eyes to Sha Ping.

"Shaping, according to Mu Yun's speculation, you should also be in the small courtyard at that time. Why did you appear in the small courtyard? And it didn't help Mr. Mu Yun and Lanxue to deal with the gradeless rangers. Humph, how can there be such a timid student in this school?

Principal Song Yan's face was ugly and he couldn't wait to tear up Sha Ping.

"Don't be angry with the principal. After all, the gradeless ranger has no bottom line to do things, and it is reasonable for Sha Ping to be afraid..." Teacher Qin Luo comforted.

"Hmm! It's annoying to see you. Get out and punish you for cleaning the school toilet for a month! If you dare to be lazy or not clean up, let's see how I deal with you!"

Sha Ping put his face on his face and carefully restrained his anger, and did not dare to disagree at all.

"Hey... Mu Yun, it seems that Mr. Lanxue is very protective of you..." As soon as he walked out of the principal's office, Sha Ping's pale face changed, and his face became ruddy. He looked at Mu Yun with ridiculingly and left alone.

"Mu Yun, don't mess around in the future." Teacher Frank patted him on the shoulder and hurried away.

"Muyun, you did a very good job. In order to promote your spirit, the teacher decided to reward you. After school in the afternoon, when you come to Houshan, the teacher will teach you a set of boxing skills. Ha ha, it is much more powerful than [Niuquan]. Teacher Qin Luo said with a smile.

Mr. Qin Luo is a boxing teacher in Huangjiao Town. Because he is handsome and proficient in boxing, he is deeply loved by students, especially female students who do not love boxing. In order to see Mr. Qin Luo's elegant demeanor, he will take Mr. Qin Luo's courses.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Qin Luo!" Mu Yun really wanted to refuse, but his words changed. There was nothing he could do. He was hooked by the boxing method Mr. Qin Luo said.

"Hmm! Take back the clothes you left at my house at night!" A cold voice came to my ears, and then I saw Mr. Lan Xue's enchanting back slowly disappearing.

On the way back to the classroom, Mu Yun was full of doubts.

"Mr. Qin Luo wants to teach me boxing?"

"I heard from fellow practitioners that Mr. Qin Luo likes to teach female students boxing in private, but he has never heard that he will teach male students boxing in private... Even his favorite students have never received this treatment..."

"Mr. Qin Luo and Mr. Lan Ke are pursuing Mr. Lan Xue. This is no secret at school. Does Mr. Qin Luo really want to thank me because I was afraid that something happened to Mr. Lan Xue and stood up?"

"This is a good thing..."

Entering the teaching building, there is a wide mirror hanging in the lobby on the left. Mu Yun came to the mirror to tidy up. This mirror is a "plastic mirror", which came from the army of the Ming Dynasty. The students in the school like to sort out their clothes here.

All of a time, Mu Yun's face changed greatly.

"How could this happen? Why is the air above my head slowly dissipating? And there is black air around?"

Mu Yun's eyes widened, "Am I sick? No, I don't feel any discomfort!"

"Why the hell is that?"

Full of doubts and anxiety, Mu Yun returned to the classroom and gained countless curious eyes.

Mu Yun is a CET-8 student. There are ten classes of CET-8 students, and there are about 100 students in each class. At this moment, nearly 100 students, men and women stared at Mu Yun with wide eyes, all trying to see how different he is from him.

In the face of all this, Mu Yun calmly walked to his position and looked through the thick books on the table. He ignored these and was immersed in his thoughts.

Soon, a thin female teacher came in. This morning's course schedule is herbology, which is also a course loved by students. After all, not every student has the ability to build a foundation at the age of 16 and is qualified to enter the College of Immortal Cultivation.

It is quite good for two or three of these nearly 100 students to enter the College of Immortal Cultivation. The remaining 90 students can only leave school and start their own working life after reaching the age of 16.

Some students have some ways to go home, and they will send them to major stores to learn some skills and rely on their skills to eat. Students who have no way can only find another way out and collect herbs to sell them, which is one of the ways for many students to make a living after graduation.

So, learning more about herbs at this time is very beneficial for you to get a job in the future.

"Now the class begins. Last time we explained to Biluo Fengcao..." The thin herbal teacher on the podium was calm and began her explanation.

While listening to the teacher's explanation, he thought about the refreshing situation above his head. This is not to say that he is not attentive in class, but that he is clear about the things explained by the teacher, which can even be even more wonderful than what the teacher said.

For no other reason, his father is a pharmacist and a very experienced pharmacist. When he was a child, Mu Yun was instilled with a lot of knowledge about herbs by his father, and he often accompanied his father to go up the mountain to collect medicine and had rich experience.

Another point, the feeling of his palpitations did not disappear, and it always lingered in his heart.

"Let's see if other fellow practitioners have similar luck to mine..."

After secretly urging the magic power, he gathered his eyes to his deskmate, who was a little fat man. At this time, the little fat man was turning his eyes, wary of the teacher, and carefully stuffing snacks into his mouth.

"Here you are!" Feeling that Mu Yun was looking at him, the little fat man grinned and carefully pushed his snacks over to share with Mu Yun.

"Fatxi, if you eat it again, you will really become a pig."

Mu Yun shook his head and refused the kindness of the little fat man, but in just a moment, he had seen the little fat man's luck clearly.

The little fat man's head is surrounded by a layer of white air, which is much stronger than his father's.

This puzzled him. What is the secret of luck?

He thought about this question in his heart, but his eyes turned to his fellow self-cultivation.

An hour later, he observed the luck of nearly 100 fellow practitioners, and his eyes were full of color and harvested a lot.

"It turns out that the strength is a strong fellow practitioners, and the luck is generally strong... Also, those with strong strength have good talent, and talent should be part of luck..."

"Huh? Xiaodong's white air is surrounded by gray? Looking at his sick appearance, does it mean that he is not feeling well and affects his luck?

"Well, it is very likely that Su Fengmei has been ill for a month, and the gray on her head is stronger than Xiaodong's, which proves that physical discomfort will affect her luck... No wonder people who are sick say that they are very unlucky..."

"What about me? What is black gas above my head? What does black gas mean?

Carefully analyzes the phenomena he saw and concludes that these conclusions can be verified in the subsequent use of magical power, which will become the basis.

"Muyun, please introduce the characteristics of Holo Minghua!" Suddenly, a voice with a little anger came, and he woke up in awe.

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo! Huo Luominghua likes yin..." Mu Yun hurriedly got up, bowed to the thin teacher on the podium, and began to explain the characteristics of Huo Luominghua and talked about it. Even his fellow practitioners heard it very interestingly.

"Well, that's good, but that's not the reason for you to desert in class." The thin teacher's face softened a little and glanced at Mu Yun faintly.

Mu Yun quickly pleaded guilty.

With a long sigh of relief, Mu Yun secretly observed the thin and weak teacher's luck with magic power and was suddenly shocked.

The clear air above the thin teacher's head actually condensed into two layers of iron towers, and the color of the tower is strong orange, which is different from the white clear air of his fellow practitioners he observed.

"Why is the clear air above the table teacher's head an orange double tower? What does orange stand for? What does the double tower represent?

"It seems that the clear air above Mr. Lanxue's head is yellow... The clear air condensed into a layer of spire..."

his mind turned, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "I can deeply feel that the luck of the table teacher is much stronger than that of Mr. Lanxue, which means that the luck of the orange double tower is stronger than that of the yellow tower..."

After a long time, Mu Yun stopped thinking and shook his head slightly: "It seems that there are still too few observed phenomena, and more observation is needed."

Time passed quickly as he was thinking, and soon the morning ended.

After going home for lunch, I continued the afternoon class.

The afternoon class is about swordsmanship.

When their class came to the martial arts arena, 7,000 or 8,000 people had gathered on the martial arts arena. The curriculum of Huangjiao Zhenfu is generally a theory class in the morning and a practice class in the afternoon, combining theory and practice.

Taking this opportunity, Mu Yun used the divine power to observe the luck of the students.

It was not until he was exhausted and felt dizzy that he stopped, but his heart was extremely excited.

He finally figured out the problem of luck reflected in the color and shape of Qingqi.

The color of clear qi actually reflects the cultivation level of immortals. In his observation, he found that the clear qi on the heads of the students in the foundation-building realm is white, while there are several colors of qi on the heads of teachers, most of which are orange, a few are red, and the least yellow, with only three.

"The clear air corresponding to the foundation realm is white, the condensation realm corresponds to red, but the fairy realm corresponds to orange, so the master realm must be yellow..."

made him excited to come to this conclusion.

The shape of Qingqi reflects the strong luck of the immortals.

However, the intensity of luck is affected by many factors. On the one hand, his physical health is also on the other hand. As for whether there are other factors, he has not figured out for the time being.

However, this has made him very excited.

"Mr. Lanxue turned out to be a master, tut... It seems that Ms. Lanxue has never said her realm, right? In addition, it turns out that the most powerful teacher in the school is not the principal, but Feng Ling teacher..."

Through observing the luck, he also saw things that he had not noticed before.

The swordsmanship course ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Mu Yun carefully wiped the sword he used, returned it to the teacher, thanked the teacher, and walked to the back mountain.

Mr. Qin Luo wanted to teach him a new boxing method, which really made him feel itchy, so as soon as he left school, he walked to the back mountain.

Through the martial arts arena and the stream, we came to the foot of the mountain. A winding path led to the mountain. Mu Yun stood at the foot of the mountain and waited for Mr. Qin Luo.

After a while, Mr. Qin Luo's tall and handsome figure appeared in the distance and came towards him.

"HELLO, Mr. Qin Luo!"

"Well, Mu Yuntong has been repaired for a long time, right?"

"I just came too..."

"Ha, let's go up the mountain. The teacher knows that there is a place on the mountain that is very good. The air is fresh, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth should be stronger. If you go there to practice boxing, you will get twice the result with half the effort." Teacher Qin Luo had a warm smile on his face.

"Hmm."

Mu Yun followed Mr. Qin Luo and followed the hill along the paved road.

"Huh? The clear air on Mr. Qin Luo's head is orange, and the air is condensed. It seems that Mr. Qin Luo is a immortal cultivater in the fairyland, and the qi operation is not bad. Using the magical power of Guanqi, Mu Yun saw through Mr. Qin Luo's cultivation.

Huh? Why do I feel that the clear air above Mr. Qin Luo's head is like a ferocious beast that wants to tear me apart? Mu Yun's face suddenly changed.

"Is this a warning from the divine power of Qi?"

Mu Yun's heart moved, and when he thought about what happened today, he suddenly realized that the feeling that made him palpitation was that Mr. Qin Luo said that he would teach him boxing in private, and it was only after he promised...

"Is it true that Mr. Qin Luo is not good for me?" Mu Yun's face was gloomy and uncertain. As soon as this idea formed in his mind, it lingered. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was true.

At this time, he found that the sky had turned dark, and he followed Mr. Qin Luo to the depths of the mountain.

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