Chapter 36:

"I think you seem to know what I'm thinking." Liao Tingyan stared at Sima Jiao with a heavy heart.
When they went back to their room, Liao Tingyan put on a look like he wanted to have a long conversation. She suspected that Sima Jiao could really read mind, but there was no evidence, so she decided to find some evidence.
Sima Jiao: "That's right." He even directly admitted shamelessly.
Liao Tingyan, who thought he needed more work to get the answer, froze his expression: "Ancestor, you lied to me, you lied to me again, didn't you say that you can't read minds?!"
Seeing her like this, Sima Jiao actually laughed, raising one foot on a round stool, and he lay back, "I really don't know how to read minds." He was only sensitive to the true emotions of others since childhood. And it will be a true oath.
"Recently when you are feeling excited, I can occasionally hear what you are thinking." Sima Jiao said, "It's only you."
What real tragedy is this? only me? Liao Tingyan almost burst into tears. There is a salted fish in me. How can I!
Then she had a flash of inspiration, and she guessed the inner story-this is most likely due to the sequelae of her divine friendship with her ancestor. It must be because of this close contact that the ancestor's skills have mutated here!
Liao Tingyan: ...I suffocated!
After all, this is the fault of being too young and failing to study well. If she had gone to school in this fantasy world and took a class on physiology and hygiene, she would not be confused and easily have a relationship with people, which led to this. A headache left over from history.
Go to sleep! Can the boss sleep so casually! There is a price!
Liao Tingyan felt that she had accidentally killed her now, and she was full of hardship and didn’t know what to do, but the culprit who caused her problem was still giggling, as if she felt that her paw-like appearance was special. interesting.
Liao Tingyan: Why the am I not Sailor Moon! If I were Sailor Moon, I would be like this! .jpg
She couldn't help but imagine that she had blasted Sima Jiao again in her heart, and cursed the bad old man for being very bad.
Sima Jiao lifted his eyelids, with a warning on that overly young white face: "I can hear it."
Liao Tingyan began to read the nine-nine multiplication table silently in his mind, using mathematics to refresh the violence in his mind.
Sima Jiao stretched his voice and said, "What are you afraid of? I won't be okay to listen to what you think in your mind, and I have never seen anything dirty and dark. Besides eating and sleeping, do you think of anything to fear me? What do you know?"
Liao Tingyan felt that her ancestor's understanding of herself was not comprehensive enough. For example, when she heard him talk about filth, she couldn't help but recall all kinds of small movies she had seen in her previous life.
She lives in an era of information explosion, thinking that when she was young, she hadn't started sweeping all over the Internet. It was a resource everywhere. Because of curiosity, she saw a lot of weird things. She has seen a lot of dramas that start with A and end with V, or start with G and end with V.
The human mind is like this, the more you can't think about it, the more you can't help thinking. And thinking is really hard to control, and you can leap if you don't pay attention.
Sima Jiao watched her look more and more weird, and finally he smiled and pressed his temple, "I have never seen anything like this."
Liao Tingyan hurriedly put the code in his mind and threw it into the trash can. He heard Sima Jiao say: "It's worthy of being taught by the Demon Domain. It opened my eyes and was taught."
Liao Tingyan: The Moyu wind critic was killed, I am sorry Moyu.
She fryed her hair for ten minutes and then withered again. Forget it, it's no big deal, as long as you stay calm and don't get excited, this ancestor won't hear her calling him stupid in his head. From today, be a calm person.
Speaking of it, she used to scold her ancestors as stupid in her heart before, could it be that he had heard them all? ! Liao Tingyan couldn't control it and became excited again.
Sima Jiao: "I heard it."
Liao Tingyan let out a miserable cry: "Please, ancestor, don't talk to my mind anymore."
Liao Tingyan suddenly realized another problem. She scolded Sima Jiao so much, and he didn't respond, nor did he slap her to death with anger. Could it be true love? !
Sima Jiao didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.
Just pretend he didn't hear it.
Liao Tingyan poured himself a large glass of sweet drink, sulking and calming down. At this moment, Sima Jiao seemed to remember something suddenly, took out a large dictionary and threw it to her.
Liao Tingyan: "What is this?" She hugged the thick and heavy book like a stone.
Sima Jiao said casually: "I went to solve a few things before, saw this book, and brought it back."
The surface of the book was a piece of ghost symbol, Liao Tingyan opened it, and felt a light in the book touch his spiritual sense, and immediately knew what book it was. This is a book of magic spells, which contains a total of one hundred and five thousand magic spells of the fourth order of Heaven, Earth Xuanhuang, the Five Elements and other twelve kinds of mutated spirit roots.
Almost all the magic techniques that can be counted in the entire world of cultivation are included on it. Such a spiritual book is of inestimable value. With such a book, it is enough to become a treasure of a medium-sized sect, even in a wealthy family like Gengchen Xianfu, it can be regarded as a precious treasure and the foundation of one's life.
It will be stored in an important treasure house. Ordinary disciples will never see it for a lifetime, nor will the elders own it. They can only provide things there.
So... the ancestor brought this stuff back casually, what on earth did he do?
"There won't be someone looking for the lost thing tomorrow and find it on our head, right?" Liao Tingyan held the book, stiffened his neck and looked at Sima Jiao: "Just martial law everywhere, and then look for the culprits."
Sima Jiao: "...I still kill fewer of their people? I'm not afraid of them, but you are afraid of the book."
This seems very reasonable. Liao Tingyan was convinced by him.
The difference between the spirit book and the general book is that it comes with its own teaching, and you can choose a spell in the book with God's consciousness, and you can learn it immersively. So this is an intelligent course learning library, but you can learn How much depends on your own understanding.
Liao Tingyan: This heavy learning task is so hot.
"I love learning. I have to memorize fifty words every day... No, 15 spells." Liao Tingyan said flatly.
Sima Jiao: "No, you don't want to." Mingming cried in his head and said that he didn't want to study.
Liao Tingyan: "Since you know, why give me such a thick workbook!" Fell.
Sima Jiao's brain was convulsed by her loudly, and his face was black: "If you make a noise anymore, you will have sex."
Liao Tingyan switched between soft and hard, and immediately paralyzed to recite Amitabha, and put a leaf of clear mind grass on his forehead. Under the tremendous pressure, she fell asleep on the spot in just three minutes, and Sima Jiao doubted whether the spirit grass on her forehead had any sleep aid effect, so she took it off and took a look.
Grass has no sleep aid effect, but Liao Tingyan himself has the effect of helping sleep. There was an aura of sorrow of raw fish all over her body, and the breath of dead fish's happiness. Sima Jiao was successfully hypnotized, put a head on her neck and closed his eyes to rest.
I don't know when it will start. As long as you are next to her, you can naturally feel sleepy and fall asleep normally, as if... he is just a normal person.
...
Liao Tingyan found something wrong.
The students around, see her eyes with strange contempt, curiosity, and disdain. She glanced at her dress and found nothing wrong. Just looking at their expressions, I thought I was leaving the house without a skirt and just wearing pajamas.
She began to think that it was Huayan who pretended to be too isolated that night, but within a few days, people from the Mu family, Yong Lingchun and Yong Shiqiu's grandfather sent people to arrest them and go back to the Mu family to inquire.
Liao Tingyan: What is it?
His grandfather denounced them as shame and tarnished the reputation of the Mu clan. Liao Tingyan sat on a stool and listened to Grandpa Mu yelling at their vision for half an hour before finally understanding why this innocent disaster was.
Because recently, Yong Lingchun and Yong Shiqiu's twin brother and sister has spread widely in Chen Academy. It is no secret, everyone knows it in private. There is also a rumor that they were doing that kind of thing in the Jinxiu Painting Hall on the night of the Newborn Flower Banquet.
What kind of thing is that?
Liao Tingyan touched his forehead: Damn, I almost forgot to have this sibling setting.
Sima Jiao: "Hahahahaha."
Liao Tingyan: "Ancestor! In this case, your reaction shouldn't be laughter!"
Sima Jiao couldn't stop laughing. On the way back to the university, he was still laughing while sitting on the cloud cart.
Liao Tingyan asked, is it really that funny?
Sima Jiao changed from a big laugh to a gloomy sneer, and he began to engage in his death lottery balls, shaking those indifferently and saying, "I heard that my parents were brothers and sisters at the beginning. Pure blood, brainwashing them day by day, urging them to give birth...I thought these people don’t care about this. Today, it turns out that they also know shame and know what they can and can’t do."
"Look at how happy the old man scolded." Sima Jiao directly took out a small ball with wooden characters from the pile of balls, and set a goal by default.
Liao Tingyan guessed that he was engaging in the family heads of Gengchen Immortal Palace, but he didn't know what he was doing, and it seemed that he hadn't heard any news of the chaos.
Sima Jiao crushed the small wooden ball, and scattered a little bit of spiritual power in the cloud cart, sprinkling it on Liao Tingyan's lavender skirt like gold.
Seeing him like this, Liao Tingyan knew that he was going out tonight to continue doing things, so she could sleep alone again. It's not that two people can't sleep well, but Sima Jiao always sleeps with his head next to her neck. His hair scratches her neck, which is really itchy.
Or sleep alone happily.
Sima Jiao said, "I want to leave tonight."
Liao Tingyan: "Oh, then you have a smooth journey and pay attention to safety."
After a while, Liao Tingyan felt like a wife who told her husband to be careful when going out, and suddenly his scalp was thrown by him.
Sima Jiao curled his lips, leaned forward and stared into her eyes, "Do you want anything?"
Liao Tingyan: "What do I want?" She didn't quite understand what the ancestor did suddenly.
Sima Jiao: "If I go out, what do you want, I will bring you back."
More like it! This is the story of a husband on a business trip to bring gifts to his wife! But you obviously went out to kill and set people on fire. Why did you bring gifts like you were on a business trip? Hello? Do you want to bring the enemy's head back?
Liao Tingyan: "Ah, it's okay, I don't choose."
"Then wait for me to come back." Sima Jiao touched her face, revealing a touch of warmth that he had never seen before. Liao Tingyan almost died on the spot. Ancestors! What's wrong with you ancestor!
Liao Tingyan went to class without incident, turned through the magic book, learned some small skills, and lived his life in the isolation circle of his classmates. After learning the small-scale blindness technique, people whose cultivation level is lower than her can't see her sleeping in class, but what little tricks she has learned can be tested with those who like to chew the tongue.
The classmates who couldn't find the murderer of the prank broke out several small fights. Liao Tingyan said that the fight was good, and another one!
Two days later, Sima Jiao returned. He came back in the middle of the night, wearing a wet night dew, sitting on the bedside and shaking Liao Tingyan to wake up.
Liao Tingyan saw him in a daze, and said vaguely: "I'm back."
Seeing her, Sima Jiao seemed to be going to sleep again, opened her clothes and stuffed a cold thing into her arms. Liao Tingyan was so cold from the cold that he pulled the thing out of his shirt.
"what?"
"In...well, I don't remember which treasure house I saw." Sima Jiao leaned on her pillow and said, "I think it's good. I will bring it back for you to play."
The author has something to say: Yanyan: My ancestors could not be so tender!