On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, a very interesting man!
This was Zhuo Bufan's evaluation of him!
Noon had passed, and the time of the day to cultivate into Yang was gone. Zhuo Bufan could only leave resentfully.
"Although I failed, I received guidance from the good old man. If I continue tomorrow, I might succeed."
With confidence, Zhuo Bufan left the mountaintop and returned to the Talisman Castle.
As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, he saw a white-haired old man with a wooden staff walking out of the dormitory.
He was wearing a scarlet robe and a black round hat with a golden rim.
His long beard reached his chest, and at the end of his beard was tied up with a black ribbon. There was a faint luster on the beard, and it was obviously not dry hair. It felt smooth as if it had been oiled.
It seemed that the old man had taken good care of his beard.
Looking at his face again, he was thin and tanned, but his eyes were bright and full of vigor. He gave off a feeling that he was full of vigor.
Most importantly, there was a golden nameplate on his waist, with the word "Middle" written on it.
The old man walked straight toward Zhuo Bufan. Zhuo Bufan subconsciously called out, "Castle Master!"
That's right, this old man looked dignified and strong. It was the Castle Master of the Talisman Castle, Shang Xingdao.
Zhuo Bufan felt that it was strange that he would appear in the apprentice dormitory.
Shang Xingdao obviously came with a purpose. After seeing Zhuo Bufan, he walked straight toward him and squinted at Zhuo Bufan.
"You're Zhuo Bufan? Miaoren told me about you. "
Zhuo Bufan could not help but frown when he heard this. He had already guessed the purpose of the other party's visit.
"Castle Master is looking for me?"
Zhuo Bufan asked with squinted eyes.
Shang Xingdao shook his head and said, "I'm just looking around. Why? Can't I, the master of the Fort Master, come to the apprentices' dormitory?"
Zhuo Bufan hurriedly replied, "No, of course not. You are the master of the Talisman Castle. You can go wherever you want!"
"Hehe, young man, you're very interesting! Do you usually like to observe? "
"Observe? Oh, just so-so! "Zhuo Bufan answered casually.
"Then can you tell me why you think light is a kind of wave? This idea is very dangerous. You have to know that our sages only dared to define light as photons after thousands of years of research. "
Zhuo Bufan immediately became alert when he heard about the culture of the trade route.
As expected, the other party didn't come to the apprentice dormitory for a casual stroll. He was here for her.
"I'm just guessing. After all, before this, I didn't know that light was made of photons."
Zhuo Bufan lied. He couldn't be blamed for being selfish, because this was related to his future fate.
If he could obtain the small black cauldron from the Temple of Charms and become a Venerable One. Only then would he be able to have a real foothold in this world.
The current Zhuo Bufan had no background, no power, no status, and even no strength.
However, he had a chance. A chance to obtain a background, power, and status. He didn't want to give it up so easily. Therefore, Zhuo Bufan didn't hesitate to lie to Shang Xingdao.
After Shang Xingdao heard this, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he leaned on his walking stick and laughed loudly as he left.
"My generation laughs at the ignorant. Since ancient times, heroes have come from the young. Hahahaha! "
Seeing Shang Xingdao leave with his walking stick, leaving behind a strange poem, Zhuo Bufan was dumbfounded.
"My generation laughs at the ignorant. Since ancient times, heroes have come from the young? Is he praising me? Why don't I feel that I'm lucky to be praised? "
Not knowing what Shang Xingdao meant, Zhuo Bufan returned to his dormitory.
Sitting in front of his desk, Zhuo Bufan pondered for a moment. Then, he took out the previous paper from the drawer, picked up the charcoal pencil beside him, and continued to write.
After he discovered the charm, he would submit this paper to the Temple of Charms. Then, his position as a Venerable One would obviously be in the bag.
As for the students of the Layue Restaurant he saw on the top of the mountain today, Zhuo Bufan could only wish them good luck.
Halfway through writing the paper, the sky had already darkened.
At this moment, suddenly …
Bang!
The door of Zhuo Bufan's dormitory was kicked open by someone.
"Damn, who is it?"
Zhuo Bufan flew into a rage and looked back. What he saw was an even more furious expression.
Zhuo Bufan saw the face that was about to distort. He quickly stretched his eyebrows and said with a smile.
"Mr. Miaoren, why are you here?"
The person who came was Lan Miaoren. She was obviously furious. Behind her were a few of her classmates.
When Zhuo Bufan saw this group of people, he immediately understood the other party's intention.
"You dare to skip my class, you've got guts!"
Lan Miaoren crossed her arms and lifted her proud chest. Then, she looked at Zhuo Bufan with a grin.
"What did I say? This kid must be in his room."
The one who spoke was Huang Haotian, who was behind Lan Miaoren.
"Damn, this Huang Tianjian." Zhuo Bufan glared at him.
"You're glaring at me? You're really something, kid. You even dare to skip my woman's class. "
Huang Haotian dared to say that. Zhuo Bufan felt that Lan Miaoren would definitely send Huang Haotian flying with a kick in the next second.
However, when Zhuo Bufan looked at Lan Miaoren, he saw that Lan Miaoren's gaze fell on the table behind him.
"Not good, that's my paper."
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan moved a step to the left and blocked Lan Miaoren's line of sight.
Lan Miaoren quickly retracted her gaze and looked at Zhuo Bufan.
"Today, I taught you the 'Scorching Talisman'. If you can't demonstrate the Scorching Talisman in the next class, I'll teach you a lesson. If you don't show it in class, I'll throw you into the 'Great Sun Torture Chamber'. "
"Great Sun Torture Chamber?" Zhuo Bufan froze for a moment.
"Hmph, a place that will make you wish you were dead. I guarantee that once you go there, you'll never forget it. "
Lan Miaoren smiled evilly. Then, she turned around and twisted Huang Haotian's ear, dragging Huang Haotian and the others away.
"Ahhh, woman, why are you twisting me? Let go of me. "
"Stupid woman, I order you to let go of me. If you do this to me again, be careful that I won't favor you in the future."
"Let go, ahhh!"
In the corridor, Huang Haotian's screams came one after another.
Zhuo Bufan slowly closed the door. His expression was indifferent. He tilted his head and looked at the paper on the table. His eyes wandered.
"I was seen."
He obviously knew why Lan Miaoren left.
"It seems that I have to speed up. I must finish the paper as soon as possible. My soul must also be cultivated to the third level as soon as possible. Tomorrow, I must succeed. "
Zhuo Bufan clenched the charcoal pencil in his hand. Then, he sat down and began to write rapidly.
He was now extremely eager for the arrival of the next day!
…
The next day, rain!
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