Kelton's expression suddenly became strange. He subconsciously looked at Ruiqi several times before sighing softly:
"You young people..."
"Ye Lin is excellent in all aspects, but he is too arrogant. He has many beauties in the outside world. Do you feel unwilling or embarrassed?"
Ruiqi shrugged her shoulders when she heard this, saying that it was definitely a lie to say that she was completely calm. Love is selfish. Both men and women long to have it alone, but they just have to think about it.
Awkward...I don't think there's anything embarrassing about it.
Her beautiful face looks like a royal sister, and she has an expression that makes me very satisfied.
The so-called tradition, the so-called customs, including the trust and agreement that the divine world has always been proud of, are all a kind of culture built by humans themselves, and unwritten rules set by themselves.
There has never been a law that must be obeyed, neither the Hermit nor the Mist God said it.
She was very satisfied with Ye Lin's performance in all aspects, including academic inspiration, powerful connections, military protection, physical magic, and the speed of changing bed sheets afterwards. They all performed well.
As for other people's opinions, to be honest Ruiqi herself didn't care for a long time.
In the past, Ruiqi was often ridiculed by other scholars because she was a theoretical student. She was ridiculed as a vase, which looks good on the outside but is full of water inside. She talks about empty talk and cannot produce any results when asked.
Ye Lin very much agreed with the first half of the evaluation about Ruiqi...she looks good on the outside, but she is full of water on the inside.
Kelton was amiable and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, he asked her if she would like to be his student.
There is no need for a formal master-disciple ceremony; the identity of teacher and student is sufficient.
Kelton smiled and said: "The ancients have a saying, if three people walk together, there must be my teacher. You are no longer a fledgling, ignorant and naive child. Your research results in some fields are better than mine. I may be even better in the future." I’m asking you for advice.”
He is indeed far ahead of Ruiqi in the field of fog machinery and has profound knowledge, but he focuses on the creation of machinery.
The latter has many excellent papers on the subject of fog, and its research on hallucinogenicity is even more advanced, from which many scholars and practitioners have benefited a lot.
Kelton believes that the identity of teachers and students is a relatively healthy educational future. It reduces the rights of teachers and reduces the burden on students. It maintains the basic respect between teachers and students without forming the kind of "teacher is a teacher" like a gear workshop. The rigid relationship of "father, disciple and son".
Kelton canceled the rather serious apprenticeship process and did not need to formally kneel to him. He only drank a cup of tea made by Ruiqi, and the relationship between teacher and student was settled.
"If you are not a disciple, you cannot inherit the hermit's legacy." Ruiqi mocked in her heart, imitating Hazel's tone.
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The mist is as cold as frost, her dress is fluttering, and the surrounding mist is misty. She stands alone, always silent, her sky-blue eyes are like the thickest stroke in the sky, her eyelashes are thick and curved, and she looks with a slightly doubtful look. In the Mist Basin.
The Mist Plateau was turned into a deep concave basin in the battle of transcendence, and wisps of strange-smelling hot smoke were coming out. The soil, stones, and palaces were all annihilated in the terrible energy impact, and the natural environment was greatly damaged. Changed.
Without the familiar foggy plateau, the unconscious fog god doesn't know where to go. The concept of "home" is still unfamiliar.
"How about inviting the Misty God to live in the Sky Courtyard first? The environment there is beautiful and the Misty God often goes for walks." The Navigator suggested. She was already a powerful Transcendent, the fourth hermit in the God Realm, and still maintained her love for the Misty God. Respect.
"Then I will summon earth magicians to repair this place as soon as possible."
The Mist Plateau, as the place that hosts the Mist Palace, has long had a different sacred meaning in the hearts of the people of the God Realm. The people of the God Realm regard this place as a holy mountain and a place of pilgrimage.
Besides, such a large and deeply concave basin doesn’t look good and is useless. To put it nicely, the God Realm is divided into three continents: White Sea, Chongquan, and Qianhaitian.
To put it bluntly, they are three giant islands divided and wrapped by the ocean. The land resources are very precious. The White Sea does not need a huge basin terrain with no characteristics and advantages.
Niwu released her Valkyrie state, and her plump and curvy figure instantly shrank, turning into a lively girl next door with a ponytail. When she saw Ye Lin giving her a thumbs up, she immediately arched her eyebrows and her cheeks slightly. Crimson,
"Tsk tsk, the eldest sister looks so shy." Beyana and the others are also back. They are all full of life and can cultivate two acres of land with their bare hands. They gather together to secretly complain about their eldest sister.
Just now, Sister Niwu wielded the ancient war spear so fiercely that she beat one after another. Even the new transcendent in the God Realm and the navigator who summoned the Sagittarius could not take away her glory. Now she looks shy and says it out. Who believes it?
"Come here, come here." Wanzi has always been an eccentric person. He asked everyone to move their heads closer and said in a lowered voice: "Are the leaders of the major forces in the demon world, including Sister Niwu... useless?"
"I don't know, who dares to ask, anyway, Aunt Katie is no longer alive." Biana curled her lips and spoke faster than her brain.
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"Senior brother, how is your health? Is there anything unusual at the end?" Niwu hurried over, first concerned about Ye Lin's physical condition. She knew that senior brother had a battle with the great will.
Even though I haven't heard from my senior brother, I know that the process must be extremely dangerous.
"We've almost recovered. Let's go to Lopez's side and see if we can get information about Vanitas." The Eye of Surato ring appeared in Ye Lin's palm, and he couldn't say anything to the person who looked at it. Tell half a lie.
Lopez is a transcendent person and can ignore the influence of this ordinary magic item. Yelin directly improved the effect of the Eye of Surato so that it is also effective for transcendents.
"Senior Brother, what should I do with the God of Mist..." Niwu slightly raised his clean chin, signaling to the God of Mist who had slowly fallen from the sky, naked and jade-footed, hanging in the air.
Judging from the earth element magic revealed at her fingertips, it is inferred that the God of Mist must have instinctively wanted to rebuild the destroyed Mist Plateau and recreate the Mist Sleeping Palace. She still has deep feelings for this place.
Ye Lin thought for a moment, and then shouted to Xiao Su who was in a daze in the distance: "Su Su, can you help a bunch of mist gods?"
"Okay... okay." Xiao Su came back to her senses and responded.
She watched Mani Wu unblock the ancient war spear with a full blow, and she did get some benefits. She became more comfortable in controlling the magic power, and her mood became a little stronger.
But later, the Navigator's Sagittarius galaxy overwhelmed the sky, covering up the sun's light, and the sky and earth were filled with the afterglow of Sagittarius's power.
At this moment, the navigator is the protagonist of this world.
Xiao Su stroked the root staff of the World Tree and murmured to himself: "I already have the corresponding power reserve, and my state of mind is natural. I can maintain the state of the Holy Spirit without quitting. Now I am only half a step away from qualitative change. ”
"What I lack is not magic, nor a state of mind, nor battle, but an inspiration that can ignite everything in me, like the fuse of a firecracker. I lack the last match."
On the other side, Niwu was a little distressed by the expressionless state of the mist god, and there was a faint sense of alienation permeating his whole body, as if he no longer belonged to the human world and could fly to the sky at any time.
"Senior brother, when can the memory of Wu Shen be restored?"
Lopez and President Li Yun have both fallen, so there should be no need to fish in an unconscious state anymore.
(End of chapter)