The corners of Tang Ning's mouth twitched imperceptibly. How much does this Yan Dao have to appreciate this Nangong Lingyun? I said that I thought he was very good, and he had outperformed most of the students in the academy, and he still came to ask her?

At that moment, she smiled and said, "It's good." ”

"Hahaha, it's really good, I think this son will be selected by the sect, and there will be one person who will be selected." Director Yan laughed, a look of anticipation crossed his eyes.

Hearing this, Tang Ning raised his brows slightly, it seems that Director Yan has high expectations for Nangong Lingyun! She couldn't help but look at Nangong Lingyun, who was standing in the square below.

At the same time, after saluting the several mentors above, Nangong Lingyun stepped aside and stood aside, and only then did he raise his head and glance at the several mentors seated without a trace.

But I didn't want to, when my eyes fell on the back teacher, my heart shook violently, and my face showed a look of surprise and shock, and I couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Ning'er?"

The exclamation came out of his mouth with shock, but at the moment when the upper teachers looked at him, he came to his senses and looked fixedly at the little monk who calmly met his gaze.

No, he is not Ning'er, he is a man, he is still a monk, and he is the tutor of this Tianlong Academy, how can he be his childhood sweetheart, but he has lost his cultivation to Ning'er?

At a glance, it is indeed easy to admit mistakes, but on closer inspection, there is a clear difference in the faces of the two.

The tutor on the throne exuded a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, his facial features were less feminine than Ning'er, and more of a man's masculinity, even if they were similar, they could only be said to have three points of appearance, because the breath on the two was very different, and he was suddenly surprised at that moment, so he exclaimed and misidentified him.

"Ning'er? Who do you call? Director Yan asked in surprise.

Nangong Lingyun put away his thoughts and arched his hand: "I admit my mistake." He raised his head, looked at the little monk who was looking at him, and said, "I glanced at it in a hurry just now, and I only felt that this mentor looked like an old man. ”

Director Yan looked at the Tang Master, but he didn't say anything, just waved his hand, because he saw that students were coming in one after another, and there were more and more people in the square.

Tang Ning glanced at Nangong Lingyun deeply, then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea, and then frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the same time, in a place not far from here, Mo Ye and the dean were standing under the tree with their hands in their hands, looking at the people on the other side of the square.

"Isn't that little monk a new student? How can it be a mentor? Mo Ye's deep gaze fell on the little monk who was sitting at the back, looking very quiet and low-key.

Even if he sat at the back, he also had a full body of breath, but that green clothes, a bare head, and that delicate and outstanding face were already doomed to him not to be low-key.

Even if you sit in the corner, you can see his presence at a glance.

The dean followed his gaze and landed on the little monk's body, squinting with a smile: "You said him?" He was meant to be a mentor. ”