Offering Salted Fish To Master

The elders, maternal grandparents, appeared very young, and looked like their parents, but were very powerful. They were obviously people who were accustomed to being in high positions. Even if they had a good impression of the two juniors, they also said a few words full of devotion when they talked.

In Elder Mu’s eyes, his grandson and granddaughter greeted him obediently, but in fact, Liao Tingyan was taken by Sima Jiao to sit on a chair when they came in, watching the elder Mu perform in front of an empty air. 

Obscure, awesome!

Liao Tingyan once asked Sima Jiao to teach her all kinds of skills, but he was surprised and said, “You Seriously want someone to teach you this?”

This was probably the age gap.

After meeting Elder Mu, the two were taken by the steward of the Mu family to Chen Xuefu to register their names. After that, they could live in Chen Xuefu like the children of other families until they graduated with excellent grades and were absorbed into the school. In which students went home if they failed to study.

“So… Shizu, did you bring me here to learn…?” Liao Tingyan stared at this cultivation world version of the university, and was a little uncomfortable. She suspected that she showed a studious side, so she was brought there, and she immediately regretted it. In fact, she didn’t really want to learn anything. If she would be able to do it, that was good. If she couldn’t be able to, she wouldn’t force it.

Originally, she had been studying for more than twenty years in her world. It was hard to travel and get a vacation. But in the end, if she still had to study, it was better to die.

Sima Jiao: “I’m here to kill.”

Liao Tingyan: “Then I can rest assured…No, who else are you going to kill?”

Sima Jiao’s face sank, “The clan that is closely related to the Shi clan.”

Fortunately, this ancestor wasn’t going to kill everyone in Gengchen Xianfu, otherwise there were so many people, how could he do it? 

Sima Jiao glanced at her and said, “I had already spared other people for your face. I will definitely kill your Shifu and others. You don’t have to think about anything else.”

Liao Tingyan: “???”

What? You spared others for my face? Is my face (reputation) so big? No, why is it for my face? Have I told you not to kill people? Sima Jiao acted as if she was doing a pillow talk with him. Did Shizu have too much brain supplement*? (fantasizing in mind about the plots that happens in fiction)

Sima Jiao smirked, pointing a finger on her forehead, he said, “Do you not know, I can see some of your thoughts when we connect.”

So although she didn’t say anything, her resistance to him killing anyone was very obvious. He was willing to conciliate with her a little bit, even if he had never thought that he would be willing to accommodate anyone else before.

At this time, Liao Tingyan thought that she must not think about anything in her mind the next time they have spiritual communication. Why should she consider next time? No, she should think about his kidney failure. (In China kidney is associated with libido)

They were assigned to the Tianzi class of the Chen Academy and lived in a high-level student villa. It had had a large yard which could accommodate the two of them and a large group of attendants and bodyguards. Almost all of the related households who went to school there had this standard.

In addition to their relationship with Hu Gongzi, there were also low-level disciples selected because of their extraordinary talents. The area of ​​Gengchen Xianfu was too large and there were too many people. The disciples they recruited every year from the cities within the range were enough and there was no need to look for good seedlings like other small and medium-sized schools.

On the first day after entering the school, the distant school bell rang for the first time, and Liao Tingyan sat up straight from the bed. She , who was unable to eat and sleep every day, had difficulty waking up once she fell asleep. She woke up very early and sat on the bed as she was unable to sleep anymore.

Sima Jiao opened his eyes, “What?”

Liao Tingyan’s expression wasn’t very beautiful. She used to be ordinary when she was in school, and in many cases, ordinary meant abiding by the rules. So she was a good student, didn’t get late, didn’t act as a truant, so even if the world changed hearing the school bell, she still had the obsessive-compulsive disorder of wanting to get up and go to class. Otherwise, her conscience would be disturbed, her sleep would be disturbed. Modern education was poisoned. It was like training a dog.

Liao Tingyan glanced at the ancestor who was in the bed next to her and pulled him up.

Sima Jiao: “Huh?”

Liao Tingyan dragged him to class.

“Class?” Sima Jiao stared at her with a look that said, ‘Is your brain broken?’

Then, kept this look all the way till he came to the door of the classroom. The class had already started, and a cultivator Nascent soul was going first to describe the different spiritual power operations and spiritual root effects of the five elements.

Liao Tingyan pulled Sima Jiao’s sleeve, “Shixu, let’s go in quietly.”

Sima Jiao: “…”

After a while, Liao Tingyan pulled the unhappy ancestor into the classroom under the teacher’s nose, and found a corner to sit down.

After sitting down, Liao Tingyan looked at the students around and yawned relaxedly, “Okay, we can continue to sleep now.”