Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

It's so lively outside, but the inside of Jiaofang is still in a normal world.

Literati and talents, shopkeepers outside the staff, sons and warriors.

No matter what their status is, they are all eating, drinking and having fun.

Cheng Chumo walked into the teaching workshop.

What came into view was a very large and splendid world.

From the outside, it doesn't look that shocking.

But walk inside and look at the decoration and area inside.

I can't help feeling: It seems that Jiaofang in the film and television works is still petty.

This is the real classroom.

It is worthy of being the first teaching workshop in Chang'an.

This workshop has a main stage.

At this moment, a veiled woman is talking about Guzheng.

Cheng Chumo was a little familiar.

Then the woman was singing.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain."

"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."

The voice of this woman covered in white gauze is very pleasant, but Cheng Chumo feels that singing this poem with such a voice is not perfect.

Need a heroic female voice to sing.

Cheng Chumo came to Jiaofang for the first time.

Naturally, he was observing carefully.

He is carefully observing everything in the teaching workshop.

At this time, there were also people observing the unexpected guest covered in blood.

After all, after Cheng Chumo entered the teaching workshop, some people outside quickly followed in.

Including the cold beauty and Yu Caiwei.

They were also curious about what this bloody man and martial artist with terrifying force was going to do.

He even boasted that he wanted to see the big boss.

Especially the beautiful eyes of the cold beauty were already full of doubts.

"What's the matter with this man?"

"Why did you come into the teaching workshop covered in blood?"

"Why did the people in Jiaofang let him in?"

"Dirty ones really affect our listening to music."

"Such a good poem has been tarnished by him."

The guests in the workshop began to talk about it.

And at this moment, a young gentleman stood up in the private room of Jiaofang, accompanied by many people.

They all seem to be some young talents.

They also noticed Cheng Chumo.

"Brother Lu, what do you think is going on with that man?"

"He was covered in blood, and he walked into the teaching workshop. He was really a second person."

The young genius on one side spoke curiously.

The young man called Brother Lu, holding an origami fan, wearing a plain robe, has a gentle temperament and a slight smile.

"Since this person came here, he must have his reasons."

"Brother Lu! Listening to what you have to say is like listening to what you have to say."

The young genius shook his head and laughed.

"Who are you? People with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter the teaching workshop. Get out quickly, it's really bad luck."

The madam in the teaching workshop, with heavy make-up and her buttocks twisting, walked up to Cheng Chumo, pointed at Cheng Chumo and cursed.

The madam's voice was very high-pitched, which also stopped Jiaofang's singing.

Clinking glasses and talking about life, everyone who admired girls and bragging also put down their chopsticks.

They all looked towards the center of the downstairs of Jiaofang.

Seeing the bloody man Cheng Chumo, they all frowned.

"Hurry up and tell this dirty, bloody thing to get out, and disturb our discussion of poetry and appreciation of singing."

"Chang'anling's "Out of the Frontier" is so perfect. Miss Die'er is singing to the fullest, and we are also enjoying listening to it. It's a disappointment for such a person to appear in Jiaofang."

A talented man immediately criticized severely.

Then everyone joined in.

They all told Cheng Chumo to get out quickly.

Cheng Chumo was relatively calm.

Now he seems to be wearing a mask, no one knows him, and everyone is scolding him.

These wits are really violent.

But since you seem to adore me, I'll let you off for now.

special!
What a great place.

Will come more often in the future.

Isn't it a blessing in the world to come to Jiaofang to listen to music every day?

Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chumo, you can't marry young!
There are so many beautiful Jiaofang girls waiting for you.

"Are you so deaf? Or a fool? My mother is talking to you!"

The bustard didn't look at Cheng Chumo when she saw him, but smiled sinisterly with blood all over her face.

He roared even more furiously.

At this moment, Steward Chai walked in, covering half of his face.

Glancing at Cheng Chumo, his eyelids twitched, and then at the irritable madam, with a hint of a joke.

Hundreds of people in the audience were watching Cheng Chumo.

It was at this time that Cheng Chumo heard what the madam said.

Then he looked down at the old woman in front of him, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Is this how your Jiaofang entertains distinguished guests?"