Reborn Conceited Soldier

1"As for the choice of intention, there are deeper and shallower layers to it. Deep down, you can have strange flowers blooming, but slowly return to the love. It could also be the fear of sitting up in the middle of a dying illness, the dark wind and rain like a cold window. More can be the number of Changan celebrity, the machine calculates the insinuations of the monarch to express their freedom. Shallow, have the anger to rush to the crown, relying on the fence to see the resentment. "Some of them have the ambition to erase their former dynasty, while others have the ambition to erase their previous dynasty. They also have the love of an immortal with a snow-white head."    

    

"The depth of an explanation is just the level of comprehension, but in the sense, there is no difference between good and bad. Based on the degree of one's mastery, you can put as many meters as you want into the pot, and you can't overestimate yourself. This was the choice of intention. First of all, one had to understand one's own knowledge and experience in order to determine the direction. That is all that is said today. "    

    

During the whole process, Sikong Banyu did not mention anything about writing essays or figuring out how to write essays. However, everyone present seemed to have understood something and knew how to write essays.    

    

"Clap …" "Clap, clap, clap …"    

    

After a moment of silence, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. Each and every one of them had flushed red faces. They felt that their ten years of studying had not yet been as profound and profound as today's short lesson.    

    

Sikong Banyu glanced at everyone. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly glanced at the ceiling of the classroom and was stunned. This was because with the applause from these students, one of the two streams of air that were swirling above the platform actually began to slowly move towards it.    

    

"Hmm? "What's going on?" Sikong Banyu's eyes narrowed. The two streams of air had never moved at all before. They merely hovered in the air above the classroom. Now, they began to move? What was this all about?    

    

Sikong Banyu was silent. He looked at the air current quietly. It landed in the middle of the podium and slowly turned into an illusionary human figure. As the air flow continued to increase, the figure slowly started to solidify. At the same time, the air current was accompanied by negative emotions like unwillingness, sadness, and worry. Gradually, it was covered by a peaceful aura.    

    

That was … A middle-aged man wearing a jacket stood upright on the podium. He wore a smile on his face as he looked at the group of students applauding excitedly. His face was kind and amiable.    

    

However, only Sikong Banyu was able to see all of this; the other students weren't able to.    

    

"So that's how it is. A remnant soul." Sikong Banyu took a deep breath and immediately understood that these two auras were caused by the remnant souls. The excitement and happiness of these students had completely relieved him of his last problem. It should be a teacher.    

    

Even though he had died, he was still a burden to his own students. Such a teacher was worthy of admiration. Sikong Banyu cupped his fist and bowed respectfully towards the soul. This bow was not to pay his respects to this person, but to the virtue of the master.    

    

"Eh?" Seeing Sikong Banyu's sudden action, the students could not help but be stunned. They could not understand what was going on. What was Teacher Sikong doing?    

    

That illusory soul looked at Sikong Banyu's bow and nodded with a smile. However, its body slowly dimmed down and it flew to the ceiling of the classroom from a new gray aura. It intertwined with another aura and was unable to distinguish between the two.    

    

"This …" Sikong Banyu originally thought that he could take out the bull's horn to carve the mark on him just because the remnant soul condensed. Yet, he actually returned to his original form now? He frowned as he looked at another aura. Was it because of another aura? This was also a teacher. He needed a wish, a wish the same as this middle-aged man had?    

    

"Since it's someone from this school, and they've also left a remnant soul here, I'm sure that the school will be able to find traces of their existence. Perhaps we should ask someone and get to the bottom of this."    

    

Thinking about that, Sikong Banyu came back to reality. He looked at all the students who were looking at him with shining eyes and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Did you understand what I just said? In the following period of time, you guys will try to use form and meaning to construct an article for your own use and not to listen to a story. "    

    

"Oh, oh …" The students hurriedly lowered their heads. As Sikong Banyu walked out of the classroom, the students started whispering to each other about their gains. As for the long-haired quiet girl, she played with the notebook in her hand, and basically recorded every word that Sikong Banyu said during class.    

    

She carefully analyzed Sikong Banyu's words and looked at the entire article. The surprise in her eyes became more and more intense.    

    

"Hiss …" This Teacher Sikong was not an ordinary person. The lecture he casually said was completely a discussion piece. Could it be that this was what they meant by 'the exit was sealed'? Moreover, his words were clear and concise, making one understand everything just by listening. This was not a high school teacher's standard, so what kind of existence was he exactly? How could he possibly just be a substitute teacher? "    

    

"Jing Jing, what are you thinking about?" Seeing the quiet girl in a daze, his tablemate couldn't help but ask.    

    

"Ah?" "Nothing, nothing. I was just thinking about the contents of the class."    

    

"Is that so? Do you think I'm blind?! You have already been staring at the door of the classroom for more than three minutes. You have been looking down on all the previous language teachers, but I have never seen you listen seriously before. Heh heh … Was Xiaonizi conquered by Teacher Sikong's erudite knowledge and moved by it? "    

    

"Ah?" What are you talking about? There is no ivory in the dog's mouth. "    

    

"You still say that it isn't?" His face turned red. Haha … Do you want me to help you deliver the love letter? It's guaranteed to be free of charge. "    

    

"Scram, I don't have a tablemate like you."    

    

Sikong Banyu walked out of the classroom and coincidentally saw Zhao Yao blushing as she stood beside the corridor's wall. She felt slightly embarrassed, as if her master had suddenly caught a cat that was trying to steal something. In fact, since the start of class, Zhao Yao had been standing on the corridor outside the window. She had been listening in on Sikong Banyu as a student. Looking at Sikong Banyu, who was talking casually on the podium, she felt like she was back when she was watching Sikong Banyu in class. His quiet, calm, indifferent posture and temperament had an enchanting aura that made her unable to extricate herself.    

    

He was still as elegant as he was before, his Wind God was like a jade, but he had never had the chance to interact with him before.