Guardian Chapter 19: Tianzifang mission, that’s it?

Silence, dead silence, then an uproar.

Chen Feng took advantage of the noisy voices, lowered his voice and covered his mouth, for fear that others would see the mouth shape and read his lips, "Don't ask, don't think about it, wait for me outside the weighing room, don't go in."

No.5 paled, and when she saw Chen Feng's solemn eyes, she nodded quietly and wittily.

Chen Feng's worries became a reality. In his memory, for the first time in his memory, the first time he took a task with eight verses, the number one took a Kaaba task, and his braids were so much that only a pile of hair was left.

The House of Heaven, since its establishment, only one person has survived.

That is to never fill the vacancy. According to the legend, the Tianji Crazy Thirteen who killed the entire Soul Suppression Division.

It's rare for Cao Qiuchen to walk up to No.5 at first sight, look at him and stop talking, open his mouth, and finally turn into a sigh.

Old Cao, dead face, stiffly squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, patted No.5's shoulder lightly, his voice was cracked, and the word "rest assured" was rare.

Don't worry? Don't worry? What's the meaning? If you want to be comforted at this time, shouldn't you say take care?

Looking at Cao Qiuchen walking away without turning his head, a large area of ​​open space appeared beside Uncle No.5. Except for No.11, the other soul masters were afraid of getting bad luck.

"Remember what I said." Chen Feng brushed past No.5, and then lowered his voice to exhort.

Chen Feng walked hurriedly, feeling anxious in his heart, the second room of herringbone called the soul book, attracting the soul into the soul well, all in one go.

Even the rewards given by the Yin and Yang Booklet were thrown into the Void Shuttle before he could take a closer look, not to mention the life of Eating Melon Soul.

Chen Feng walked and ran, and from a distance, he saw Uncle No. 5 pacing back and forth with his fist and palm anxiously outside the Tianzi No. 11 room.

"Stop talking, there is no time to explain, remember one, someone will ask afterwards, don’t say anything."

"What?" Number Five still wants to speak, and her eyes are dark, and she can't see anything.

Chen Feng's consciousness sneaked into the Void Shuttle, and when he saw No. 5 awkwardly not daring to move, he felt relieved.

This void shuttle has long been tested with semi-finished iron wire Chen, dead and living things can be loaded, in order to verify his guess, he even threw a rat in it.

In order to conceal people's eyes and eyes, and be more realistic, Chen Feng used bone squeezing technique, and within a few breaths he became the appearance of Uncle 5.

As the number five Chen Feng, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind. He was both nervous and expectant.

The tension is not because of the high fatality rate of the Tianzifang.

I don’t look forward to mentioning too much. With the urinary nature of the Yin and Yang book, the more fierce the soul is, the higher the star rating will be rewarded.

Chen Feng runs the Song of Soul with all his strength, clears his heart curse, and opens his eyes. The century-old cultivation base is holding back the Sky Strike without sending it. He just waits to push the door down, and give it a shot if there is a date.

Chen Feng kept adjusting his energy.

To say that our Eleventh Lord is not worried, that is a imaginary fellow.

High-risk, high-yield, life-blocking business, the chaff is still the meat, this is the shop.

Chen Feng used his toes to open the cracks in the door. Nothing unusual was seen. He felt relieved and walked towards the door.

As soon as I walked in, I hadn't seen the layout of the sky-character room, and the screen went blank for an instant.

Chen Feng...the person...is gone.

……

"Smack..."

Chen Feng bounced off conditioned reflex, and his 100-year cultivation base vented out, and Skystrike made him perfect.

But there was no explosive damage in the impression, but it was almost dislocated.

"Hahaha..."

The roar of laughter broke out in an instant.

Chen Feng stayed in a weird posture.

Outside the window, the shade of green is whirling, the wind is swaying, the cicadas are constantly screaming, and the screaming makes people feel irritable.

The ceiling fan on the head crunches the classic car.

In the corner is an old central air conditioner that uses refrigerated refrigerant as water.

Under the corner of the side door, the drinking fountain supported by wooden stools is still ticking down, and the small orange buckets that are holding the water are almost overflowing.

On the table in front of me, there are books like a hill, and in the open book, there is also a novel on poor paper.

In that pile of books, "Three Years of College Entrance Examination and Five Years Simulation" is so dazzling and striking.

Oh!

Damn youth.

Damn college entrance examination season.

Chen Fengwang glanced at his best friend, half of his body lying beside the pile of books, winking secretly at himself.

Take another look at the school trick with a ballpoint pen in his hand, and his nose is sour.

Labor and management, is this the eve of the college entrance examination of the year of rebirth?

"Chen Feng, dare to doze off in my class and go out to the penalty station."

A half-bald middle-aged man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, rubbed the half piece of chalk that had just been thrown out of his hand with one hand, pointed at Chen Feng, and then stroked it out the door.

Chen Feng looked at the man in front of him who would never forget his life, and his tears flowed down.

"Bald old man, you are not dead, it's great."

Chen Feng hugged the head teacher's thigh in a nearly slippery kneeling position in full view, rubbing a lot of tears and nose on his trouser legs.

The classmates stopped laughing.

With his mouth wide open, he watched in astonishment as Chen Fengwo knelt on the floor and hugged the head teacher's legs.

Chen Feng's previous studies were in the middle of his studies. It was hard to get a general college entrance examination in this county. It is not impossible to work hard.

However, this average-looking and smart old class is not bad to him, and often calls him out of the classroom to "teach" alone.

There is a Loushui River next to the school. The summer is hot. Students often sneak in the river to bathe. The school has been repeatedly banned.

One weekend before the college entrance examination, Chen Feng jumped into the water with a few buddies, jumped too hard, and fainted after hitting his head on the reef.

The head teacher was not married, and he was pressing the road by the river with his girlfriend. When this happened, he jumped off without a word.

Unfortunately, the head teacher was half conscious of water, saved Chen Feng, got involved in the undercurrent and drowned.

The head teacher died to save him, which became Chen Feng's regret in his life.

Now, seeing the headteacher lively and vigorously, Chen Feng was so excited that if he loves whoever he loves, labor and management just want to hug his legs.

So what else is there to say, the head teacher dragged Chen Feng out of the classroom and trained the silly boy into a grandson.

The grandson is quite happy, staring at the head teacher with a smirk.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Chen Feng enjoys the present and rebirth. With the foresight of the reborn, he will be a fashionista, and he will repay his teacher.

When I get old, I will be a good teacher like a head teacher. I also published a book with the title of the book. It is called "My Wives Are All School Flowers in Rebirth".

Huh? Looks crooked?

No, no, no, hold the girl with both hands, both hands must be hard.

As soon as Chen Feng changed the perception of everyone, the college entrance examination was like stealing the question bank, and he got a score of 745 points.

The national champion, did not go to the north of Qing Dynasty, and chose a university in the southern special economic zone.

Chen Feng earned his first pot of gold according to the stock market in his memory, and he started a company when he was in college.

The company's name is xiong (xiong, the fourth tone, o(〃'▽'〃)o), and it has attracted a lot of IT talents. Its key products are the chat software Qiuqiu and pirated versions...Bah, an online game agent with the right to adapt .

With these two cornucopias, Tongxun has grown bigger and bigger and involved in all walks of life. Within ten years, Chen Feng became the richest Chinese in the world.

Chen Feng was not satisfied. He started his efforts early. Acquisitions and holdings at home and abroad have never stopped. ASML, Intel, Qualcomm, TSMC, etc., etc., as long as you can spend money on cards in your memory, you will spend all your money. .

In less than ten years, when the beautiful country suddenly got into trouble, oh oh, engaged in woolen yarn, the scientific and technological circles all over the world boycotted their own country.

Chen Feng retreats bravely and is obsessed with charity. The rest of his life is two things, greening and education.

For the second half of his life, Chen Feng transformed the Taklimakan Desert. Afterwards, it was green with lush greens and fragrant fruits, making it a paradise that everyone yearns for.

Chen Feng, who truly claims to be a spokesperson for rural teachers, fulfilled his original promise and used half of the profits earned by Tongxian every year to build super-first-class elementary schools, middle schools, universities, and scientific research institutes. After that, students from all over the world can learn Chinese, It's a great honor to enter the flower family for further studies, and even seven or eight-year-old foreign primary school students have a lot of attention.

What? Want to use this method to get the green copy of the flower planter? Go~ yours!

The country no longer has to worry about brain drain.

Chen Feng, who has gained both fame and fortune and a happy family, sent the class teacher who was already full of peach and plum for the last time, and there will be no regrets in this life.

"The dream is very real, but unfortunately, your mistake is to extract my modern memory."

Chen Feng whispered, mixed with the ashes of the head teacher, raised his neck and swallowed it.