Secret Service meetings lasted until late.

The food in the unit canteen is also reheated.

While the meeting was taking place in the capital, the persons in charge of Special Division located in various projection areas were still busy.

…

Outside the projection of Liao Province.

Yang Congxian, led by his men, had already arrived outside the city wall where the writing appeared.

And stood there, staring at the thick handwriting for a long time.

The carvings on those city walls reminded him of the scene in the mysterious valley in the "Wangyuan" projection.

This feeling seems familiar.

The information revealed in this line of text really surprised Yang Congxian.

However, what is different from others is that after seeing it.

On the contrary, Yang Congxian showed an expression of "Sure enough,".

The tight string in my heart suddenly relaxed.

Ever since he encountered that valley in the wilderness projection half a month ago, he has always been nervous about it.

Not because of that discovery, but because of the extremely powerful aura that existed in the valley at that time.

He vividly remembered that he was standing outside the valley at that time.

Feeling the breath in the valley is like looking at the vast ocean, giving rise to an endless feeling of insignificance.

Unfortunately, the aura dissipated too quickly and there was no time to experience it too much.

But even just for a brief moment, it left an extremely deep impression on him.

Yang Congxian has been thinking about this all the time and can't figure out who left that breath.

Until now...

Finally there is an answer.

"Ascended Immortal?"

The deputy director of the Ninth Division muttered with an incomprehensible expression.

"So, the powerful ancestor named Cheng Lin left those words and aura behind? No wonder, no wonder, this explains everything!"

"After Senior Cheng Lin ascended, he set foot in that world and taught the primitive people from other worlds how to make fire.

Reminiscent of domestic legends, I felt something in my heart for a moment, so I casually named the place Shangqiu?

And left a breath of his in that valley,

No wonder that aura is so powerful."

This moment.

The question that had troubled him for a long time finally had an answer.

Yang Congxian suddenly understood his thoughts and cleared the clouds to see the sun.

A face that seemed like it hadn't seen the sun for a long time couldn't help but have smile lines.

At this time, a subordinate suddenly ran over and said:

"Deputy Director Yang, Vice President Kong of the Ninth Academy just sent a message,

I want to ask you if the director is back and what is the situation here?

If possible, I hope to bring students here as soon as possible."

Yang Congxian glanced at him and said, "Dean Kong has also rushed back to the college?"

"yes."

"What's the concentration of spiritual energy around here now?"

"Just broke the 800 mark."

Eight hundred yuan...

Yang Congxian nodded silently.

This concentration is already quite low.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little lapel continued: "What Vice-President Kong means is... three colleges have already been mobilized elsewhere, and we can't keep waiting..."

"I understand. You go and tell Dean Kong that the director is currently busy with important matters and won't be able to come back in a short time. He won't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.

The situation here is currently relatively stable, but the projection is not solidified.

Nothing can be said yet,

Well, in this way, let the students get ready first, and then wait.

Before dark, if there is no movement,

Then let all the students come over,

Then arrange a place to practice!"

"yes!"

…

…

After all, the Ninth College is relatively closed.

Therefore, the circulation of information is still lagging behind after all.

While the outside world has been hotly discussing Cheng Lin's identity, the students in the academy have not yet received the news.

But even so, the entire academy was filled with a suppressed excitement.

Especially when the students saw vehicles frequently coming in and out of the gate and learned that a vice-dean had returned to the college urgently to take charge, it became even more difficult to suppress their curiosity.

…

In the large classroom 201.

A slightly pudgy male teacher stood in front of the desk and said in an unhurried tone:

"...What kind of socialism with Xia State characteristics should be upheld and developed in the new era, and how should socialism with Xia State characteristics be upheld and developed in the new era? These are the issues this thought attempts to discuss..."

"The main contradiction in society in the new era is the contradiction between the people's growing needs for a better life and unbalanced and inadequate development...continuously promote the all-round development of people...the common prosperity of all people...achieving the great rejuvenation."

There is nothing wrong with the lecture content.

But what if you see a hundred or so practitioners sitting on futons, sitting cross-legged and meditating?

This style of painting always makes people feel a little weird.

I remember that after Sun Xiao took the ideological and political class for the first time, he sent a message to Cheng Lin:

This ideological and political course realizes the great ideal in the novel of using socialist ideas to liberate the fantasy world from another perspective.

Cheng Lin declined to comment.

Just taking notes silently.

Most of the students nearby were scrolling through their phones with their heads down, sending messages through the intranet, and chatting privately in various small groups about topics such as projection.

Everyone seems to be curious about it.

Many people have the urge to run over and watch, but unfortunately they can only sit here and follow the class step by step.

This feeling is really not wonderful.

“It feels like we are disconnected from the world!”

A student complained softly.

At this time, perhaps sensing the call from the students, there was a knock on the door outside the classroom.

"Teacher Wang?"

The ideological and political teacher stopped talking and looked at Wang Daming at the door in surprise.

"Mr. Xu, the college just issued a notice that this class is suspended and the remaining time will be made up on the weekend."

"good."

The ideological and political teacher had a high level of ideological consciousness. He simply nodded after hearing this, packed up his textbooks and left.

The students in the classroom also put away their mobile phones, raised their heads, and sat upright the moment Wang Daming came in.

And faintly, there was an expectant look on the hundreds of young faces.

Wang Daming walked to the podium and scanned the audience.

Then he spoke:
To be continued...