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"How dare I!" Zhao Wuji shrank his neck reflexively, and then he hid aside and whispered softly: "...These days, no one can even tell the truth. It's really unreasonable."

Flender's eyebrows immediately stood up, and he raised his hand to hit Zhao Wuji: "What did you say? Can you speak louder?"

"..." Zhao Wuji was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "Hey, I said that the dean is wise, powerful and righteous, Bo Yuntian."

"Virtue." Flanders rolled his eyes, but did not continue to hold on.

……

After Kong Wanqing greeted Flender, he did not stay there to listen to the chat between him and Zhao Wuji, but walked to the end of the teacher's queue.

It happened to be right next to the queue of students.

Ma Hongjun saw Kong Wanqing and raised his hand to tug Kong Wanqing's sleeve: "Master, master, what have you been doing these days? Zhuqing and I both have something to see you for."

"Practice." Kong Wanqing took out his sleeve from Ma Hongjun's hand without leaving any trace: "What do you want from me?"

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands and smiled: "Hey, I want to borrow Master's talisman knife for use."

"Borrowing the Talisman Knife?" Kong Wanqing raised his eyebrows slightly: "What trouble did you encounter?"

Ma Hongjun glanced around and found that everyone's attention had moved away from Kong Wanqing and did not pay attention to them. After that, he lowered his voice and said: "When I was wandering near the village the day before yesterday, I accidentally bumped into the village. The elder's youngest son was hooded, held down by the river, and severely beaten.

Moreover, these people asked him to think about it carefully and then go to Yaxin Teahouse in Soto City to find them. "

Kong Wanqing said "hmm" to indicate that he already knew.

Of course Ma Hongjun knew that for Kong Wanqing, anything without consent was rejection.

But after he frowned and thought for a moment, he leaned forward without giving up: "The leader of this group is definitely a soul master, and I can't see through his soul power.

Master, maybe they are coming to our academy?

After all, most of the people in the village are ordinary people who have no soul power and cannot practice. It can't be ordinary people who can make the soul master condescend to take action, right? "

Kong Wanqing suddenly thought of the gray mass of luck that he had temporarily cut off from, and thought for a moment: "Is there any easier-to-recognize mark on that soul master?"

"Yes!" Ma Hongjun thought for a while and nodded: "That person should not be too old, at most fifteen or sixteen years old. He looks very young. Not to mention the black clothes on his body are luxuriously trimmed with gold, and there are... An emblem embroidered with gold thread is worth a lot at first sight."

Because Ma Hongjun was a little excited when he spoke, he forgot to lower his voice for a moment, and Oscar's performance happened to end at this time, so several teachers present who had better ears and eyes heard Ma Hongjun's words and looked at him in unison.

"Black with gold rim, and a golden emblem on the chest." Flanders adjusted his glasses and asked curiously: "Isn't this the only school uniform of Barak Academy? Hongjun, you bumped into it on the street. Are they here?"

"Ah... that's right." The expression on Ma Hongjun's face was awkward for a moment, but considering the thickness of his skin, it was nothing. He returned to normal almost the next moment: "By the way, Dean, our Shrek Isn’t the relationship between the college and this... Barak College not harmonious?"

Otherwise, how could these people dare to go to the village where Shrek Academy is located to beat the son of the village chief who threatened him?

"Hmph." Flanders curled his lips in disdain, but the words that came out of his mouth were more and more gritted: "Harmony, why is it not harmonious? No one is more harmonious than us and them."

A series of questions appeared in Ma Hongjun's mind. When he was about to ask, he suddenly felt someone pulling on him.

It was Oscar who had just walked over to Ma Hongjun, wiping sweat from the field.

Ma Hongjun turned back to look at Oscar. Oscar leaned close to Ma Hongjun's ear and whispered, "Hongjun, stop talking. Barak Academy is the principal's concern. If you have any questions, I'll tell you."

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly. The questions in his mouth swirled around in his throat, but he blurted out in another way: "Hey, I accidentally got into trouble with them when we were on the street. There was a little friction and I scolded them a few times.

Afraid that I might get into trouble unintentionally again, I came back to ask them where they were. "

"Good scolding!" Flanders was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "If they dare to come to trouble, I will definitely make them unable to eat and walk around, don't be afraid of them!"

Ma Hongjun nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"

This was just a small episode, and it did not affect the interest of the teachers and students in watching the performance. When Zhu Zhuqing, who had changed into a dance skirt, walked to the center of the venue, everyone fell silent.

"Master! Zhuqing is on stage!" Ma Hongjun poked Kong Wanqing's arm and stared at Zhu Zhuqing with excitement, fearing that he might accidentally miss her movements: "Look, look! This dance is Zhu Qing's. I specially lined up to dance for you to see."

Kong Wanqing tilted his head strangely: "But why did she jump specifically to show me?"

Ma Hongjun stopped looking at Wu at this time and turned to look at Kong Wanqing in surprise: "No, Master, you can't even see this?"

"What do you see?" Kong Wanqing glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who was wearing flying clothes in the field, and he did see something, and suddenly said: "Oh, she integrated the body movements and steps I taught into her dance moves? "

"!!!" Ma Hongjun's expression at this time can no longer be described as wonderful. He almost looked like he had seen a ghost: "Master, this is the dance that Zhuqing specially danced for you. Can you appreciate it? No. Is it okay to be such a spoiler?"

Kong Wanqing was silent for a moment, and when Ma Hongjun turned his head to continue watching Zhu Zhuqing dance, he narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself: "It seems... I still have too little homework assigned to you."

Otherwise, why would Zhu Zhuqing have the thought to do these fancy but meaningless things?

Why, when you think you are Chang'e in the moon palace, you only need to arrange a show and dance to earn merit and increase your strength?

To put it bluntly, it is leisure.

Kong Wanqing shook his head, secretly wondering in his heart how many times Zhu Zhuqing's training content should be doubled.

Ok……

If you like dancing, you should also like kung fu. It just so happens that the Wind Spirit Formation has been completed, so why not let Zhu Zhuqing be the first person to train specially.

Practice in the Wind Spirit Array for several hours every day, consume every ounce of soul power, and then practice in the Spirit Gathering Array. Only in this way can the training effect be maximized.

Well, just do it.

Kong Wanqing nodded secretly, and his eyes fell on Ma Hongjun again.

He has basically deduced the fire-based movements for Ma Hongjun, but this set of movements is relatively difficult to master. If Ma Hongjun wants to master it quickly, he can only use the wind spirit array to practice the basic movements.

At that time... when Zhu Zhuqing entered the formation to practice, Ma Hongjun went back to the Spirit Gathering Formation to adjust his breath and practice, and when Zhu Zhuqing finished training, Ma Hongjun went in again.

Well, if you arrange it this way, the time will be just right.

……

However, Ma Hongjun had no idea what Kong Wanqing was thinking.

He was staring at the dancing Zhu Zhuqing, mesmerized.