After a few days of gloomy weather, the sun rarely appeared today. Wisps of sunlight passed through the clouds and hit the ground.

The place where the sun's rays were blocked by clouds left patches of darkness on the ground, which was like the mood of Li Huan and others at this time. They finally saw the sun, but there was still sadness, but they were hidden deep in their hearts. They didn't dare to think about it.

Dare to touch.

But as time goes by, this emotion will become more and more profound.

No matter who among the human race would surrender to monsters, spirits or cults, these people in Sioux City would not. They have a blood feud with the three tribes and cults.

After the memorial service, Qianji Pavilion also made arrangements for Su City.

First, rebuild Sioux City and expand Sioux City into a county, no longer just a small town, and several towns around Sioux City are under the jurisdiction of Sioux City.

Secondly, people in Sioux City who lost their homes, including Li Huan and others, were temporarily concentrated in Sioux City Middle School, with the education office of Qianji Pavilion ensuring their lives.

Third, expand Sioux City Middle School, increase teaching staff, and expand enrollment.

Where you fall, there you stand up.

This is the habit of the human race, and it is also the reason why the human race stands firm in the world and can survive tenaciously under the attack of the three races.

Whether it is to give people confidence or to fight back against monsters and monsters, Sioux City must be rebuilt, and it must be built bigger and more beautiful than before.

Therefore, the immortal cultivators stationed in Sioux City, as well as the immortal cultivating students such as Li Huan, have become the force that eliminates the surrounding threats in Sioux City. These threats include wild beasts, wild primary monsters in the human realm, wild primary spirits, and

There are some deeply hidden cultists.

Being so busy, these teenagers, who were only 17 or 18 years old, gradually forgot about their sadness, the smiles on their faces gradually increased, and they became more cheerful.

Looking at the plans for Sioux City, personally participating in the reconstruction of Sioux City, and imagining the prosperity of Sioux City in the future can gradually make them feel better.

people!

We should remember the past and learn lessons, but we should not be immersed in sadness forever!

It’s better to have more joy in the days to come!

In this busy day, the results of the college entrance examination came down.

Although monsters and spirits invaded the campus during the last subject on the last day of the exam, the teachers collected the test papers in time and no major losses occurred. However, the last subject was the political subject. After the experience of this war,

After that, these students have all passed and do not need to take the exam again.

To be able to face the war with monsters and monsters directly, to go directly to the battlefield to participate in the battle, and to dare to fight against monsters and monsters, you should not take such an exam again. This war is the best test.

If such students are not qualified, then what kind of students can be considered authentic human cultivators?

Even those students who did not participate in the war, under the attack of monsters, monsters and cults, after losing their loved ones, can still face life with strength, and at the same time hate monsters, monsters and cultists, it is equivalent to passing the political examination.

Among all the students who were cultivating immortals, Li Huan's test scores at that time were at Level 5 of the Taoist Realm. He was a newly awakened cultivator, so his grades were not good, but his scores in the cultural examinations in various subjects were good.

Gao Miaoyan, Chen Fan, and Ji Lan did well in the immortality test, but they were slightly inferior to Li Huan in the cultural test.

Taken together, in fact, the total scores of several people are not much different.

Gao Miaoyan looked at the transcript in his hand, but before he could speak, tears flowed from his eyes.

If it were before, he would have run home with his grades to show off to his parents, but now the person who should share the good news is no longer there. Now he can only stare blankly at the transcript in his hand, with tears in his eyes.

My eyes are filled with tears, and I can't wait for the long-awaited compliment.

Not only Gao Miaoyan, but also Li Huan, Chen Fan and Ji Lan who had received the transcripts were also looking blankly at the transcripts in their hands, not knowing who to share them with!

"They are all good and amazing. You can choose the school you like!"

When several people were in a daze, a voice suddenly sounded. When they looked up, Principal Du Zhong looked at these students with a satisfied smile on his face, but his eyes were also red.

"You are all good!"

Du Zhong patted their shoulders or touched their heads one by one, his voice hoarse, "You are all good, worthy of your relatives and worthy of your teachers, they will also be happy for you."

Li Huan, Gao Miaoyan and others nodded heavily. If their godmother and brother Tong were here, they would definitely be happy and proud of themselves!

"This hatred lies with the monsters and monsters. Since you have all been admitted to Xiuxian University, it is your responsibility to protect ordinary people and kill the invading monsters and monsters from now on!"

"We know, principal, don't worry!"

"Okay, you guys have a rest, I have something else to do!" Du Zhong patted their shoulders one by one before leaving the classroom.

…

Su City Middle School became a temporary settlement area. All the survivors of Su City were concentrated in Su City Middle School. This was their temporary home until the new Su City was built.

Qi Xiaowen and several surviving disciples from the Zhengyang Martial Arts School were also at Su City Middle School, and they temporarily lived together in one classroom.

"Master, senior brother, fellow seniors, brothers..."

Qi Xiaowen looked at the row of spiritual tablets on a desk against the wall, looked at one, and murmured to name the owner of the spiritual tablets, "I heard that Qianji Pavilion will let people rebuild Su City. After the reconstruction, Su City will

To become a county instead of a town, after discussing with several junior brothers, I decided to rebuild our Zhengyang Martial Arts School in Suzhou City."

"Master, you have always wanted to open Zhengyang Martial Arts Schools throughout the county and surrounding towns. We will follow your wish and guarantee that Zhengyang Martial Arts Schools will be opened throughout Sucheng County. If there is a Zhengyang Martial Arts School in every town,

In the martial arts school, you will be famous as a master, and then everyone around Su City will know that Qi Zhengyang is my master!"

A faint smile appeared on Qi Xiaowen's face: "Just thinking about that time, I don't know how happy I was!"

After saying that, Qi Xiaowen bowed respectfully to the spirit tablet a few times, then turned to look to the side.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes suddenly turned red. There was a spiritual tablet next to the table with three big characters written on it: Qi Xiaowu.

Qi Xiaowen stepped forward, gently touched the spirit tablet, and whispered, "Brother, you always say that I am still a child and it is up to you to protect me, and you also let me enter the martial arts hall to learn martial arts, saying that even if I can't become an immortal, I can still learn martial arts.

Strengthen your body. Now, you can no longer protect Xiaowen. However, you don’t have to worry. Xiaowen is now the senior brother of Zhengyang Martial Arts School and has learned to protect himself. You must protect our parents while you are there.

"

Qi Xiaowen gently wiped the surface of the spirit tablet, wiped away a little bit of dust, and then gently straightened the spirit tablet.

"Brother, I want to find a place to rebuild the Zhengyang Martial Arts School. This is approved by the above. It is said to be within the planned land of New Sioux City. You can choose the location at will. I am going to choose the best location and build a Suzhou.

The largest martial arts gym in the city, don’t worry, I won’t drop out of school. No matter what, even if I can’t study at Xiuxian University, I will still take the exam to an ordinary university. However, it would be great if I could enter Xiuxian University!”

"Xiao Wen, let's go!" Not far away, a senior fellow student from Zhengyang Martial Arts School called softly.

"Okay!" Qi Xiaowen gently placed the spirit tablets, took another deep look, turned around, and said to the brothers from Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall: "This time we are going to find the best location and build the largest one.

Martial Arts School.”

"Um!"

…

It's still Sioux City Middle School. There are about ten people living in one classroom. These people are old, middle-aged and young.

Among them was an old man in his sixties, sitting blankly on a chair, staring blankly at the wall opposite. There was a blackboard on the wall. In the old man's arms, he held a red spiritual tablet with Su Shuzhen written on it.

"Honey, you know, I survived, but I don't want to live. I want to follow you!"

"Honey, where are you? I want to find you!"

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi!" a young man in the same classroom shouted in a low voice.

After a long while, the old man raised his head, looked at the young man, and said blankly: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Qi, would you like to eat something? You haven't eaten in a few days!" the young man whispered.

"Oh, thank you, I'm not hungry!"

"Mr. Qi, you'd better eat some. We have no relatives anymore, so we should live. Otherwise, if we all give up, they will be even more sad!"

The old man raised his head, glanced at the young man, his face twitched slightly, and he showed a smile: "Okay, you put it here, I will eat it later!"

"Okay!" The young man was stunned for a moment, then put the bread in his hand on the table in front of the old man.

After the young man walked away, the old man looked around and quietly hid the bread in the drawer of the table.

the next morning!

"Mr. Qi, it's time to get up!" the young man called softly in front of the old man's bed.

"Mr. Qi...Mr. Qi..."

The young man shouted while gently lifting the old man's quilt.

The old man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was peaceful, his hands were placed on his chest, and he was tightly holding a red spiritual tablet.
Chapter completed!