Medicinal Immortal

"Then I don't know." Situ said, adjusting his breath and practicing without speaking.

When other people saw this, they started practicing.

The students in Zhulin saw that some of the 30 students were sitting cross-legged and practicing breathing, some went to the side to practice swords, and some were carrying a small table and making charms there. They also saw Niu Dali Holding the big axe there and slashing it down and down, they were slightly surprised to see them.

"Why do they practice differently? It seems that they practiced differently." Someone whispered, with curiosity in his voice.

Someone next to him whispered, “I’ve heard that Master Tang taught them because of people, so they are not the same. It is precisely because of this that each of them was originally more proficient in what they were good at. I am more proficient and good at it."

"It turned out to be so, no wonder they advanced so fast."

Suddenly, everyone wanted to come to Master Tang's class. So they looked at each other and smiled invariably: "Go to the dean!" So, one by one went to the dean.

Tang Ning, who was concentrating on learning things in the library, didn't know that just today, the dean had been found by several groups of students. From the initial sending them back, to the end, he had to think seriously.

Thirty places are indeed too few, but if it is increased for him, the little monk is afraid that he will not be willing.

"What the **** do you want to do?" He walked back and forth in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, whispering, thinking of a way.

When Tang Ning left the library and returned to the Dong Mansion in the evening, all the way back, the students leaned in front of her when they saw her, and she was baffled by the sound of Master Tang's call.

After finally coming to the cave, the dean was sitting outside the cave and drinking tea, Hanzhi and Xingtong were also waiting.

"President? Why are you here?" Tangning stepped forward and asked, slightly surprised.

"Hehe, naturally I have something to do with you." The dean said with a smile, beckoning: "Come, sit down and say."

Tangning sat down at the stone table, looked at his amiable and amiable smiling face, and then thought of the appearance of the students leaning in front of her when she returned, vaguely guessed something in her heart.

"Xiao Tang, this is the case. You see that there are so many students in the academy, but you only bring thirty, or you only have one class a day. It seems to be a little bit less, or else, your number of students will go further. Mention it up?"

Hearing this, Tangning couldn't help but laughed: "Dean, you originally booked 30 places. Besides, I think it's good to bring 30 places. I can't take care of any more, let alone. There are other mentors in the college."

Knowing that he would refuse, the dean was not in a hurry, but stroked his beard and smiled: "But if you think about it, the strength of the trip you brought has improved so much. It will improve again. Don’t you want to earn points? The 30 students alone can’t earn many points. If the strength of more students improves, won’t the points come faster?"

After hearing this, Tangning couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the dean. The old dean blushed, and she was a little embarrassed before hearing his voice.

"I didn't expect you to be such a dean." Tangning looked at him in surprise.

"Ahem!" The dean gave a lightly awkward cough.