Start From Cultivation University

The two teachers just stood and chattered like this, followed by incomprehensible words, such as "God rewards hard work" and "mortal cultivation". They talked enthusiastically, and Wu Haochu was like a wooden pole. of.

Fortunately, at this time, the get out of class bell just rang, which interrupted the conversation.

"Oh, it's 8:45, and the admissions meeting must start."

Lao Zhang can be regarded as a person with a sense of time. Although he was regretful here, he still patted him on the shoulder.

"That won't delay you, you are ready to go. If you see the 8th class of this class, please take care of it. The class I brought this class will tell them about you every day. They know you well. It won't work."

Wu Hao was finally liberated, he hurriedly responded, and fled behind the volunteer.

Today’s enrollment meeting is a combination of six schools. People from the first to sixth high schools will come. The scene is quite big.

At this time, there were not a few minutes before the start of the admissions meeting, and there were already a lot of people on the playground. They are scattered in front of the tables of various universities, but almost everyone will glance at the northeast corner intentionally or unintentionally.

In that corner is the newly planted Ginkgo biloba forest. Under Lin Ying, there is a row of tables. The school badges on the table are all famous. You can see everything from Huaqing Jingda to Shanghai Jiaotong and Zhejiang University at a glance.

With the support of the Ministry of Education of China, and led by the C9 Alliance, more than ten top domestic universities have begun to organize their own cultivating majors. Officials will provide academic staff and Kunlun University will provide support for knowledge resources. The construction is expected to be completed within two years.

Now this corner has concentrated the consultation offices of all the universities that offer the major of cultivation. Obviously, this layout was specially arranged by the school taking into account the possible enthusiasm of the Xiuxian major.

And right in the middle of the tables of all the top colleges and universities, right in front of the ginkgo grove, in front of the place where Wei Ze once sat, a long table was placed in the center, on which the school badge of Yunrou Yinyang had already been affixed.

This location is not bad, it is under the shadow of the tree, and the space is not exposed to the sun and the space is large. It can be described as VIP treatment.

He walked over to the table, and as soon as he sat down, his buttocks were not warm, but he was pricked into a hedgehog by the eyes cast from all around him.

The moment he was seated, the representatives of the dozen or so colleges and universities sitting around all turned their heads and looked at him with scorching eyes. Specifically, one can imagine how to observe pandas in the zoo.

"Hey! Are you the representative of Kunlun?"

The Beijing University representative nearest to him spoke first. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, his tone was always up.

There was the first person to break the ice, and the others immediately followed, taking advantage of a few minutes before the start of the enrollment meeting, and getting a month from the water tower, a series of questions were thrown at him.

"I seem to have seen you on TV, you went to the Fairy Games, right! It's that thief's strong physical training!"

"Did you also go to fight monsters with them when there was a monster disaster in the city? What was the situation like at that time? I didn't even look at it when I closed the school..."

A group of people say you and me, it seems that everyone has a question they want to ask, and Wu Hao yells for a while and feels dizzy. Under the siege of everyone, he was weak and helpless sitting there, like a sheep entering a pack of wolves.

In front of him is the wolf refining qi, and he is the sheep building the foundation.

In a noisy room, another representative came over. Looking at the school badge, it should be from Ancheng Jiaotong University, which is also the only school in C9 that is located in Ancheng.

"That! I want to ask! Earlier, it was rumored that a golden dragon shadow appeared above the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin Shihuang. Our school specially opened a subject project for this. Do you know the specifics of this matter in the school? Can you tell us a bit?"

Wu Hao's expression froze on his face, looking at the eagerly expectant eyes in front of him, his words choked in his throat.

What can he say?

Tell him that the vision that everyone regarded as auspicious almost killed a few of them?

Tell him that because of that existence, half of Ancheng was almost sacrificed?

Wu Hao didn't know how to answer, so he could only deal with it vaguely. Fortunately, everyone knows how to measure, and simply gnawed at him, but didn't get any effective answer, so they all paid for it.

However, the first wave of pioneers has withdrawn, and the pressure he faced has not diminished at all.

Because at this time, the students who came to consult had already surrounded his desk.

Under the coordination of the surrounding teachers, this group of people formed a long line in front of him. The line stretched more than ten meters away, all of them like a group of wailing chicks, waiting for his answer to feed them.

Forget it, anyway, this is the school's task, at least it has to get the practice points...

Thinking of this, Wu Hao took a deep breath, sat up, and took out the fierce energy he had when facing Zulong, and looked forward to the younger generation who came to consult with a torch.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wu, how many points did you get into Kunlun back then? I might be able to surpass the first line by about 100 points this year. Do you see this score dangerous?"

Wu Hao: "..."

Next.

"Senior, senior, I heard that all of your first batch of students got the chance from the real gods, how did you find it at that time?"

Wu Hao carefully recalled: "Probably... by fate?"

"..."

Next.

"I heard that even if you pass the entrance exam, you still need to pass a special entrance exam to study spirituality courses. Can you inquire about the content of this exam?"

"You are talking about the pre-military training test, right? The standard for the first two years was to reach the sea of ​​energy in three days. I don't know if it will change this year."

"Three days to open the sea of ​​air?!" Tian Linggai, the person who asked the question, almost flew up, "Then...what is the minimum standard?"

"...Is it like me?"

"..."

He met the other person's "What are you kidding me" gaze, exhausted his vocabulary and failed to prove that he was not mortal. Seeing a teenager leave with a broken dream, he can only scratch his head, and move on to the next one.

"Can you find out how many places Kunlun University plans to place this year?"

"Is there any news about this year's entrance examination reference book?"

"I think Kunlun University will approve registration in advance this year. Will it still be registered as it did last year?"

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It turns out that he still underestimated the intensity of this consultation.

The total number of graduates from the six joint schools exceeds 10,000. After half a day, he did not say that he also faced the seven or eight hundred people, all kinds of strange problems, almost without making him gasp.

It wasn't until the daylight outside was westward, other schools had closed their stalls, the students on the playground had already walked almost, and the grandfather of the tour began to chase people in, and the last few students reluctantly walked from the table and did not forget to follow them before leaving. He shook his hand, saying it was a chance.

Seeing that the surrounding playground was quiet again, Wu Hao let out a long breath, unscrewed the seventh bottle of mineral water on the table, and drank it dry in one breath. Just after putting down the water bottle, there was another sound next to it.

"Excuse me... can I still come in for consultation now?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a girl with a double ponytail standing beside her, her round face looked timid.

The school uniform she was wearing was a student from the Third Middle School, and it should have been a joint school to participate in the admissions meeting.

No. 3 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School were separated by a small distance of 30 kilometers, spanning more than half of Ancheng. Although he was very tired now, but considering that this school girl had also travelled a long distance to come for consultation, he couldn't bear to sweep her up.

"It's okay, you can ask." Wu Hao nodded towards her, "Is there anything you want to know?"

"Ah...good, good!"

As soon as she faced him, the girl immediately became tense, and her ears were slightly red. She sat down anxiously in front of her seat: "That's it, I also want to be admitted to Kunlun, my situation is..."

As she said, she tightly held the folder in her hand nervously. Wu Hao took a closer look, and there was a name sticker on the clip. The name on it was: Yang Xiaohe.

Like the previous person, she simply reported her assessment and practice situation, and asked about the admission criteria.

Compared with the previous people, this girl's grades and the results of her practice at school are pretty good, and the conditions are indeed met. Wu Hao simply encouraged a few words, and then returned the document to her.

But after that, Yang Xiaohe didn't leave.

"Is there anything else I want to ask?" Wu Hao asked.

"This..." Yang Xiaohe hesitated, "Then...may I ask another question about Kunlun University?"

"It's okay, you can ask." After answering all kinds of questions here, Wu Hao has become accustomed to this, "If I know, I will try to answer it for you."

"Ah...Okay! Thank you!"

Yang Xiaohe's eyes became lively, took out his phone, and called up a few photos: "Then, do you know this person?"

Wu Hao looked at the phone and was taken aback for a moment.

Those photos are all media reports, and the background is all reports from the time of the ghost disaster, but the same person-Xie Tianyang is in the photos.

This guy showed his talents during the demon disaster, not only leading the entire student union, but also leading a group of fighters to take the lead in the charge. He is an absolute central figure in every scene. These photos indeed take him in various highlights, Wu Hao sees I feel handsome.

However, with so many photos, how much historical news has to be collected? What does this girl want to do so much effort to collect these photos?

"Do you have anything to look for him?" Wu Hao asked.

"It's nothing, it's..." Yang Xiaohe looked at the person in the photo, the blush on his face seemed to be thicker, "I just want to ask, how is this person... in the school?"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally her neck was red.

But Wu Hao didn't understand her way, he just stared at the girl suspiciously for a while, whispering in his heart.

What does she ask this for? Wouldn't it be the **** sent from somewhere, right?

Although intellectually knows this is almost impossible. But since the assassination, he is now extremely sensitive to this kind of thing, and he looks like a spy.

"Sorry, there are too many people in school now, and I am not very familiar." Wu Hao thought that in the end, he decided to be cautious, "You should try hard to get into Kunlun first. Then, maybe you will be able to see me. "

"Ah...Is that so? Okay, thank you."

Yang Xiaohe's eyes dimmed a little, and he looked very disappointed. But thanked him anyway, and then got up and packed up and left.

Walking out of the gate, she took a big breath of the fresh air outside and looked up at the sky.

At dusk, the white clouds flowed under the orange-red dome, just like the day when a sprite is in this world.

When the spooky incident happened, she caught a glimpse of the person's shot on the news-in the picture he was driving a red dragon snake from the sky, dressed in a brilliant sky like a god.

He was so dazzling at that moment, so dazzling that he couldn't forget it with just one glance.

To put it in a more down-to-earth way, it is: ah ah ah ah ah! He is so handsome!

After that, she has been working hard to search for all the news about him, and almost all of her time after studying has been devoted to this action.

It is a pity that none of the reports during the Fairy Games period mentioned that person; and although he played a significant role during the Demon Disaster, he did not have any personal reports, and was referred to as a general "Kunlun University student".

However, thanks to the omnipotent self-media, she at least knew the name of that person during the search.

His name is Xie Tianyang.

According to sporadic reports on him on the Internet, she knew that the man was a member of the Fifth Middle School Track and Field Team, who won three consecutive provincial track and field gold medals, and his resume was too beautiful.

Although I don't know why he didn't participate in the Fairy Games, I think he must be a prominent person in the university, right?

She really wanted to know more about him.

This time when I heard that a student from the Kunlun School of the Joint School came to consult, she ran over regardless of the distance, just to be able to ask more about that person, but still did not get the answer she wanted.

But... just as the senior said, as long as he is admitted to Kunlun, he will be able to see him in person.

This is a blessing from the immortal cultivators of Kunlun School, surely it will bring you a chance?

Yang Xiaohe unintentionally grasped the strap of the schoolbag, feeling a little fever on his face.

That person is also a student of Kunlun University...

It would be great if he could go to the same university as him and meet him in person...

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No matter what the candidates are thinking about ~ www.wuxiamtl.com~ that evening, the volunteer system will be turned on as usual.

This year's Kunlun University follows the normal admission process, so there is no more overload problem like last year.

This is a night of dreams. The students filled out their volunteers in accordance with the process, and the results of the twelve years of millions of people turned into a data stream of 0 and 1 and flowed into the bottom warehouse of the Education Bureau.

While all this is going on, Anseong Police Station is conducting a special "meeting".

The small door of the temporary residence was opened. Su Yuzhu, who was sitting at the table and waiting, raised his head, and saw a man in a police uniform walk into the room, followed by two familiar figures-Jiang Ling and Han Jiangchen. .

"This is the person you are looking for. After review, he was not directly involved in the case, but Curry did not find his account information, so we have not released anyone."

The police officer said to the two of them: "Then I will go and guard at the door, and this kid will leave it to you. Ask the questions you want to ask, and respond at any time if you have any situation."