Chapter 216 Mistaken Him

Tangning's mouth twitched imperceptibly. How much does Director Yan have to appreciate this Nangong Lingyun? I said that I thought he was very good, and he was better than most of the students in the academy. Why did you come to ask her?

At the moment, she smiled and said, "It's not bad."

"Hahaha, it's really not bad. I think that when this son is selected by the sect, there must be one selected." Director Yan laughed, and there was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Hearing this, Tangning raised her brows. It seemed that Director Yan had high expectations for Nangong Lingyun! Involuntarily, she looked at Nangong Lingyun who was standing on the square below.

At the same time, after bowing to the instructors above, Nangong Lingyun stepped aside and stood up. At this time, he looked up at the instructors in the seat without a trace.

But he didn't want to, when his eyes fell on the last mentor, his heart was shocked, his face showed a look of astonishment and shock, and he took a step forward involuntarily.

"Ning'er?"

The voice of exclamation came out of his mouth with shock, but it slowed down at the moment when the instructors in the upper seat looked at him, his eyes fixed on the little boy who met him calmly and looked at him. monk.

No, he's not Ning'er, he's a man, he's still a monk, and he's even the tutor of Tianlong Academy. How could he be Ning'er, his childhood sweetheart, who has lost his cultivation and cannot cultivate?

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

The teacher in the upper seat exudes a calm and peaceful aura. Compared with Ning'er, his facial features are less feminine and more masculine than men. Even if they are similar, they can only be It is said that there is a three-point phase, because the breath of the two people is very different, and he was surprised at that moment, and then he exclaimed and misidentified him.

"Ning'er? Who are you calling?" Director Yan asked in surprise.

Nangong Lingyun put away his thoughts, cupped his hands and said, "I made a mistake." He raised his head, looked at the little monk who was looking at him, and said, "I took a quick glance just now, and I just felt that this teacher looked like an old friend. Look again, Fang Zhi is my mistake."

Yan Dao looked at Master Tang, but didn't say anything, just waved his hand, because there were more and more students coming in and more and more people in the square.

Tangning took a deep look at Nangong Lingyun, then took a sip from the teacup in front of her, then frowned, not knowing what she 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 behind their backs, looking at the people on the other side of the square. Mo Ye, looking at the little bald head sitting in the position of the tutor.

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

Even though he was sitting at the back, he still regained his breath, but with that Tsing Yi, a bald head, and that delicate and outstanding face, it was already doomed that he would not be able to keep a low profile.

Even sitting in the corner, people can see his presence at a glance.

The dean followed his gaze, landed on the little monk, and squinted his eyes with a smile: "What do you mean by him? He was originally here to be a mentor."