Chapter 266

After a night in the city of Soto, Wang Jian left the place where they had been for countless years with the people of Shrek soul master college.

Frande, including Zhao Wuji and others, had some complexions.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun face is difficult to hide the reluctant.

Looking at the direction of the original Shrek soul college, Flander muttered to himself, "since then, there will be no Shrek college in Soto city..."

Yes, it's just the Shrek Institute of higher studies of Tianxing soul teachers college.

……

Tianxing soul teacher college.

"Director Huyan, I'll give you the accommodation of several tutors. As for the two students, I'll arrange them in the dormitory."

"Oh... Fine."

Hu Yannian looked at the people in front of him. Without exception, none of them could see through the cultivation, but he could feel the surging and surging fluctuation of soul power.

There is no doubt that these people are far more powerful than him.

Among them, there are the soul emperor and the soul saint!

This is the Holy Spirit! It's not a roadside Chinese cabbage!

But Wang Jian simply went out of the door and brought back at least three strong men at the level of soul saint!

This

Hu Yannian felt bitter in his mouth, which really tested his heart's endurance.

After arranging all this, Wang Jian looked at frande, who had been silent since he entered Tianxing soul teacher college.

He now naturally knew what was in Flander's mind, what he was looking forward to and afraid of.

"Director Flander, come with me."

After arriving at Tianxing soul teacher college, Wang Jian's name for fland began to change. From the moment he entered Tianxing soul teacher college, fland was no longer the dean of Shrek soul teacher college, but the director of higher Research Institute of Tianxing soul teacher college.

Walking from the former campus to the top of the back mountain, the back campus of Tianxing soul Teachers College in the distance attracts two people's eyes.

There is a vast green grassland, a continuous blue forest, and a silver mirror like Tianxing lake.

The wide field of vision also eased frand's nervousness.

Frande opened his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the back campus. His voice was a little difficult: "is Xiao Gang there?"

"Well."

Wang Jian nodded, then looked at the Tianxing lake like a mirror and said, "master, I've been staying in the library these days."

"He still likes these things as before..."

Frand muttered to himself.

"Let's go."

Frande also seems to become sentimental. He looks at the back campus of Tianxing soul Teacher College in the distance, and then keeps up with Wang Jian.

Tianxing soul teacher college back campus, library.

Face to face, a little girl holding a thick book came to two people, when saw Wang Jian, some flustered bow way: "good president!"

"Migo, is the master in there?"

Wang Jian stopped Migo and asked.

"Yes, the teacher is in it."

Migo answered in a low voice. Then he looked up at Wang Jian and Frand, who was following him. He was a little curious.

"Teacher?"

Frand looked at Migo with interest.

"After the master came to the college, the new disciples should want to take Migo as the inheritor of his theory."

Wang Jian explained with a smile.

Although Tang San is also a disciple of the master, he is more like a combination of the master's obsession and the crystallization of the master's hard work.

He is excellent. He is the perfect soul master cultivated by the master, but he is not the perfect inheritor.

Because the master knew that as Tang San, he would not go deep into the theoretical research after all, so after a long stay in the library, he became interested in Migo, who was also hardworking.

Under the witness of Wang Jian, Migo worshipped the master as his teacher.

Migo is half a year older than Tang San, but she is Tang San's younger martial sister.

Frande's eyes moved. Suddenly he took out a pendant from the soul guide and handed it to Migo. He said with a smile, "this is for you. It's a soul guide with one or two cubic spaces in it."

Migo was stunned, and then he looked at Wang Jian at a loss.

Wang Jian also looked at frande strangely, and then said, "you can take it. Director frande can also be said to be your uncle. It's not easy to get benefits from him."

"The last sentence is superfluous!"

Frande couldn't help staring at Wang Jian.

"But... But it's so precious."

For the soul master of ordinary origin, the value of the soul guide is unimaginable.

"For your uncle, it's all small money."

Wang Jian looks at frande with a smile. Frande's eyes are straight.

"Well... Thank you, martial uncle."

Miguel thanks frande again and again.

Frande waved his hand and looked at the library.

Wang Jian noticed frande's mood and said, "come on, let's go in."

……

library.

This is a corner of the library, which is recognized by the students of Tianxing soul Teacher College as a place that can't be occupied. Even when there is a rush of people to cram knowledge before the exam, there will still be no one here.

Because this is the place where masters often sit.

Although the master did not indicate that this is his seat, no one will occupy this position.

It's not before the exam, so the library is empty. Few people are reading here,

This is the normal situation in the soul master world. Everyone wants to improve their own strength. Few people will be interested in the soul master theory, even if Wang Jian indicates that the theoretical research will have a great impact on the future of the soul master.

But we still prefer to practice more in our spare time, rather than face these boring knowledge.

After all, the harvest of cultivation is visible now, while the harvest of theoretical research is invisible now.

Under the light of the soul guide, there was a thick stack of books on the wall last night. There was a thick notebook in front of the master. After looking at the books nearby, he fell into meditation. Then he seemed to have figured out something and began to write down his ideas and discoveries in the notebook.

"Master!"

Suddenly, Wang Jian's voice rang out in the library.

The master and other students raised their heads and looked at the entrance of the library. They suddenly found that besides Wang Jian, there was a strange middle-aged man beside him.

The pen in the master's hand suddenly stopped. He looked at the familiar and slightly strange man at the door. He suddenly froze. His eyes were filled with disbelief and could not help reading.

"Flanders..."

Flanders walked slowly into the library and came to the stagnant master step by step. Looking at the slightly decadent man in front of him, he was in a mixed mood.

In the end, thousands of words come together into one sentence.

"Xiao Gang, you are old."

The master looked at frande quietly, his face was also bitter, and he put down his pen.

"Aren't you the same..."