Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Under the ginkgo tree, after putting on the red ropes, the three of them could no longer hold back and started running towards the canteen.

Yang Yongqing followed behind the three people, his eyes full of kindness, vaguely recalling the time when he first entered school.

Everything seemed to have happened just yesterday, but he was already old and he didn't know if he could survive the next snake plague.

Yang Yongqing stroked his beard and said to himself: "The hope is yours, and the responsibility will also be yours."

From this day on, the three of them officially entered the school, began to learn to read and write, and comprehend the methods of cultivation.

The rules in the school are strict. There are fixed times for study and rest. Students get up at 4:15 am every day and complete morning exercises at the martial arts field before it is time for breakfast.

After breakfast, they would study Chinese characters in the classroom for about half an hour, and then return to the martial arts field for training.

The same thing happened in the afternoon. The teacher briefly talked about some cultivation knowledge and then sent everyone to the martial arts field.

At first, Li Wujiu and the other two felt a sense of novelty, but after a few days, they found it boring and uninteresting.

After breakfast that day, dozens of students sat down in the lecture hall. Yang Yongqing, as usual, posted a few large characters on the wall and said aloud: "Alas, my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me."

The students below were about to recite along when Gu Yanjun suddenly stood up and said, "Teacher, we have studied this for many days and we have memorized it long ago."

Yang Yongqing was stunned and asked, "If you can recite, can you write?"

Gu Yanjun picked up the brush and began to write on the paper, saying, "I can write all the four sentences that the teacher taught me."

Yang Yongqing walked to Gu Yanjun's side and saw that the four lines of poetry he had taught were all on paper, and the handwriting was neat, which seemed to be better than his calligraphy.

"Not bad!" Yang Yongqing nodded repeatedly, and suddenly asked Li Wujiu, "Wujiu, do you know all of them? Write them down for me to see!"

Li Wujiu was not afraid of training, but at this time every day, he was often drowsy and could only remember half of what the teacher taught him.

His heart suddenly trembled, and he was wondering how to get away with it, when he suddenly heard Gu Yanjun say: "I can recite it backwards, no matter how dumb you are, you should learn it. My classmates, those who have learned it, please raise your hands and let the teacher see it."

Dozens of children in the lecture hall raised their hands.

Yang Yongqing stroked his beard, smiled calmly, and said, "Very good, your parents will definitely be proud of you. In that case, let's go directly to the martial arts arena."

The students' expressions changed from astonishment to bitter faces, and then from bitter faces to resentment as they looked at Gu Yanjun.

Gu Yanjun's face instantly turned red, and she defended herself, "Master, we want to learn something else."

Yang Yongqing smiled and stroked his beard, saying, "I know, but if you don't have a solid foundation, it's useless to learn the knowledge! I'll count to three. If there's still anyone in the lecture hall, don't have lunch."

Hearing this, the students immediately rushed to the training ground. Although the training was painful, it was the lesser of two evils compared to starving.

Yang Yongqing followed him out of the school and bumped into an old woman in blue when he walked out the door.

"Mr. Yang, the oldest of these little guys is only ten years old. Will such an intense training hurt their bodies?"

Yang Yongqing sighed and said, "There hasn't been a snake disaster in more than a decade. But the longer this goes on, the more frightening it becomes. The stronger these children are, the more they will be able to protect themselves."

The old woman in green remained silent. She knew the current situation very well, but she was worried that if she forced things to happen too fast, it would hurt the children's foundation.

"So, starting tonight, let them take a medicinal bath." Yang Yongqing said again.

The old woman in green frowned and said, "Start now? What about later?"

Yang Yongqing felt around his waist and took out two boxes, saying, "Use these herbs sparingly, they should last for a while."

The old woman in green was shocked and asked, "You are not going to break through to the eighth level of Qi training?"

"If I were ten years younger, there would still be some hope. But now, we can only count on the young people. They are the hope of the village."

The old woman in green had a complicated expression on her face. She bowed, took the two boxes, and turned to walk towards the dormitory.

At the same time, on the martial arts field.

A group of students stood neatly in three rows, with their little faces slightly raised, looking at Cao Xiuxiu in front of them.

"Now that everyone is here, let's warm up first. Each of you will run ten laps around the martial arts arena. The time limit is half an incense stick. Li Wujiu will run fifteen laps, and the time remains the same." Cao Xiuxiu said.

"Why do I have to run fifteen laps? This is not fair." Li Wujiu asked.

"Because you are already a monk. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Do you understand?"

Li Wujiu had no idea about these concepts in his little head. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "What is responsibility?"

"Hahaha..." Many students in the team couldn't help but laugh.

Cao Xiuxiu frowned, but didn't say anything. She just narrowed her eyes and stared at the students.

The students laughed happily at first, but when they saw Cao Xiuxiu's cold gaze, they stopped laughing instantly.

Those who were slow to react were reminded in time by their classmates.

When the martial arts arena quieted down, Cao Xiuxiu shouted, "You guys are so bold, is this really that funny? The time remains the same, everyone add two rounds, Li Wujiu add four rounds, start now."

The sound of piercing the clouds and splitting the rocks made everyone's head buzz.

Li Wujiu was the first to run out. In this school, the person he feared most was Cao Xiuxiu.

Seeing this, the other students hurried to catch up, fearing that they would fall behind the team.

Cao Xiuxiu was very satisfied with this. She walked calmly to the incense burner, picked up a large incense stick as thick as a thumb, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

Li Wujiu entered the first level of Qi training, and his physical fitness improved greatly. While Cao Xiuxiu was lighting incense, he had already run a lap and rushed past Cao Xiuxiu like the wind.

A breeze blew by, dispersing the rising smoke.

Cao Xiuxiu frowned slightly and thought to herself, "This little bit of incense time can't be taken into account."

She puffed up her lips and blew towards the incense stick.

She was a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training. This long and lingering breath immediately caused the incense to burn rapidly, directly reducing it by one-fifth.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there is not enough time!" Cao Xiuxiu stared at the children in the field.

The urging voice resounded throughout the entire training ground, like a death spell, making everyone nervous and quickening their pace.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Cao Xiuxiu nodded with satisfaction, jumped onto a wooden stake that was one person high, and waited patiently.

When the incense stick was still one finger high, students began to cross the finish line one after another.

Seeing this, Li Wujiu's mind immediately became active: "With so many people here, if I run one less lap, Instructor Cao won't be able to find me."

However, just as he slowed down, Cao Xiuxiu's voice rang out: "Li Wujiu, you still have four laps to go. At this speed, there won't be enough time."