As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

Those who are good at learning may not necessarily be able to teach, and those who can teach may not necessarily be able to teach well.

Teaching is a talent thing.

Principal Su is undoubtedly an excellent teacher.

When Lin Xiao came back to his senses, he realized that the pavilion had been surrounded. On the shore across the water, a large number of monks were sitting on the ground, listening to something attentively.

In the water, the fish are in a trance, forming a streamlined formation and swimming slowly.

Beside him, apart from Senior Meng who was immersed in his own thoughts, Uncle Kun had gone from simply asking for advice at the beginning to discussing with Grandpa Su.

They ignored the surrounding environment, expressed their own understanding of Tao one after another, and verified it.

Lin Xiao tried to listen to a sentence or two, and then found that he couldn't understand it at all.

The words are still the same, even the pronunciation has not changed, but when combined together, they have different meanings.

This was the first time that Young Master Lin, who thought he was not stupid, felt like an illiterate.

Seeing that their discussion would not end for a while, in order not to make things worse, she simply turned her head and focused her attention on the slowly swimming fish.

However, just after this look, Lin Xiao's brows could no longer relax.

The Bagua Fish Pond was designed by her. She originally wanted to create a gimmick, with the main purpose of "begging for alms" and it did not have any other meaning.

But at the moment, the fish seem to be swimming in a chaotic manner following their instincts, as if there is some kind of law behind it.

Simply put, if you look down from the sky, the entire fish pond is a huge Bagua diagram.

The pavilion is located at the black yin-yang fish eye position, not in the exact center of the formation.

Due to the relativity of motion, the movement of the fish circling around the pavilion can actually be seen as a corresponding change in the position between the pavilion and the fish.

With vague thoughts in her mind, Lin Xiao fell into deep thought again. In her eyes, the fish in the water were moving faster and faster until they were no longer recognizable to the naked eye.

Afterwards, the pavilion also began to rotate.

The two are like the constantly rotating Eight Diagrams circulating on the Internet. As the rotation frequency increases, various shapes are changed.

Black and white alternate, yin and yang complement each other.

The Tao begins from one, and then gives birth to all things, until yin and yang are reversed and heaven and earth change, and finally, it returns to one.

Everything has its limits... everything returns to one!

At this moment, Lin Xiao's attention has shifted from the water surface to the sea of ​​consciousness.

She looked at the rapidly rotating formation and the faintly glowing Tao seeds, and was inspired.

One, here it has no specific meaning, nor does it act as a quantifier, but rather a state.

It can indicate the starting point and the end point, and it can also refer to quantity, that is, one is many.

The saying "different paths lead to the same destination" is the best explanation of this "one".

Once upon a time, Lin Xiao thought that the rotating Eight Diagrams on the Internet was just a visual difference and belonged to the art of light and shadow.

After all, no matter how you pause, what you see is always normal gossip.

But after today, Lin will never dare to do it again.

When she opened her eyes again, the previously incomprehensible content seemed to have been specially translated and came into her ears word for word.

Swish!

Unconsciously, the discussion came to an end, and Uncle Kun suddenly revealed his artistic conception, causing Lide Middle School to stage the scene of Mofeng City.

it's dark.

The sudden change startled the monks who were listening and woke them up.

They, like the teachers and students who did not understand what was going on, as well as many other tourists, stared blankly at the waning moon hanging high in the sky.

The crescent moon is like a knife!

The beauty of silence filled with murderous intent is a reflection of the Sword Saint's inner thoughts.

“Senior, no matter how beautiful something is, its birth process has to go through blood. For example, from the moment a person is born, he or she absorbs the essence of his or her mother, takes her blood, and hurts his or her body.

I, Ling Kun, have been wandering alone for thousands of years, and the only thing I believe in is the knife in my hand.

Now, I have a feeling that the knife in my hand seems to be blunt. I hope you can help me solve this problem."

Uncle Kun glanced at Lin Xiao, then turned around and asked for advice seriously.

If you can't go any further, no matter how beautiful something is, you can't protect it.

When Principal Su heard this, he raised his head with a serious expression. Facing the bright moon that embodied the murderous intent, he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

It is normal for a cultivator who follows the path of killing to hold such a view.

But the Sword Saint is not bloodthirsty, instead he has the emotions of a normal person.

This goes against the way of killing and it is difficult to reach the extreme.

"Friend Ling, killing is the destiny of heaven and earth, the law of nature. You and I are both in the five elements."

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly. If he had a way to keep his original heart and fight against the Tao, he, Su Zheng, would have been a Heavenly Venerate long ago.

It is not easy to follow your own path, and the Master of Piaomiao Pavilion may not be truly free.

Uncle Kun understood his senior’s helplessness and said nothing more. Then he restrained his breath and the darkness suddenly retreated.

When the day returned, Lin Xiao bathed in the sunshine, looking left and right, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She heard the conversation between the two clearly, and always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

If you choose the path of killing, you must enjoy the pleasure of killing, turn yourself into a pure madman, and not stick to principles?

Lin Xiao didn't understand what the problem was. Based on her recent perception and understanding of God, this shouldn't be the case.

The changes originally brought about by the three great titles of Human Emperor, Earth Ancestor and Heavenly Lord were once again caused by the rigid rules of cultivation, making people feel that this world is not a fairyland.

Is it that people have misunderstood, or is the truth really as the old man said?

"You guys chat slowly, I'm going to eat."

If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. Lin Xiao plans to try to figure out God's temper first and see what happens next.

"Girl, I'll go with you."

Uncle Kun stood up naturally and walked beside the little girl as he did before.

Unexpectedly, Master Lin turned his head and immediately transformed into a master of yin and yang, "Forget it, uncle, a knife is enough, why do you need to eat?"

Uncle Kun: “…”

Old Su, who was standing aside to watch the fun, said: "..."

The two looked at each other in great astonishment, each wanting to confirm a fact from the other's eyes.

Little girl, can you understand their conversation?

[Senior, you seemed to have said that cultivators below the level of fusion cannot read the words of heaven? ]

[Xiao Ling, you should know that this girl of yours is even weirder than a monster! ]

Realizing that the two men were exchanging witticisms in front of him, Lin Xiao sneered, turned around, stepped onto the steps leading to the shore, and walked towards the shore step by step.

Before she reached the shore, the stunned crowd had already parted the road and spontaneously let her pass.

They didn't know Lin Xiao's identity, but they were frightened by the scene they saw with their own eyes.

The two great masters who were discussing Taoism were actually frightened by a little girl.

"Brother Li, who was this just now?"

"Oh, that's our principal."

A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. Teacher Li, who was still savoring the artistic conception, had no idea the power of his words.

"headmaster……"

The crowd murmured to themselves and could not accept this statement at all.

Seeing how natural the teacher was, everyone thought of an even more horrifying fact.

Weren't all those compliments about the principal that everyone heard earlier referring to Senior Su?

"Brother Li, what's the last name of this young... principal?"

"Our principal's surname is Ling, the Ling that means lofty ambition." Old Li replied with a smile, revealing his fangs that had been hidden for a long time.

After solemnly introducing his own principal, he deliberately walked two steps to the side, came to the wooden box facing the pavilion, bowed three times, then took out handfuls of spirit stones and stuffed them in from the entrance.

"Everyone, let's go to the next place to visit!"

On the box that was as tall as a person, the golden words "Qiu Zhen" were particularly eye-catching. After Lao Li finished the demonstration, everyone knew what it meant.

"Brother Li, I have some sudden realization and will not go. Thank you for your hospitality."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit stone fell to the bottom of the box. The pleasant sound made Lao Li feel relaxed.

Since the first one stood up, the other monks who had gained benefits naturally did not want to owe karma for nothing, and they began to step forward one by one to express their opinions.

Most of these people left immediately after investing their spirit stones, anxious to make use of this opportunity they had picked up for free.

But there were also a few who stayed where they were, such as Jiang Hanyue and two others who paid the bill without getting any benefits, and Yang Kuo and three others who spent a high price to buy the school passes from scalpers.

They had originally planned to meet with Principal Su to discuss their children's admission.

But who would have thought that after the money was spent and the gifts were given, the principal was replaced at the last minute.

"Aunt Jiang, I seem to remember who that young lady is."

Zhou Ci pulled at the elder's sleeve. From being unbelieving at first, he was now certain.

Jiang Hanyue was still thinking about countermeasures. When he heard this, he immediately asked, "Who is she?"

"Young Master Lin!"

"Young Master Lin? Xiao Ci, what kind of noble family is the Lin family?"

Zhou Ci was confused by the question and was quite puzzled, "Aunt Jiang, Young Master Lin is Lin Xiao. We talked about him in the teahouse not long ago."

"What did you say?"

Lin Xiao, she is actually Lin Xiao...

Compared to the young generation who were inexperienced in the world, Jiang Hanyue felt a chill in his heart.

Lin Xiao appeared here, so where was the Sword Saint with the strength of a Heavenly Venerate, the one from the market town?

"Jiang Hanyue, the Zhou family's worshiper in Jinglei Domain, and Zhou Ci, the third daughter of the Zhou family, come to pay homage to the Heavenly Venerable."

"The second elder of Luoxing Valley, Yang Kuo, and the younger generations of the sect, Lin Feng and Chen Jin, are here to pay their respects to the Heavenly Venerable."

Although Yang Kuo did not hear the conversation between the two, it was obvious that the speed of the ceremony was not slow at all.

He introduced himself twice, performing extremely respectful salutes, and the waves he caused were no less than the previous ones.

Uncle Kun was just worrying about how to make the little ancestor calm down, and when he saw two groups of people coming to his door on their own initiative, he almost laughed out loud.

"I know what you are doing here. It depends on what my girl thinks."

Having been warned by his junior fellow student, Mr. Su, who knew Young Master Lin's temper well, also stood up and tried to prove Lin Xiao's identity as the principal.

"From now on, Su is no longer the principal of Lide Middle School."

After saying this, the old man counted the days on his fingers.

Can the official appointment of the academic alliance be announced now?

Well, this is not the old man’s business, it was my junior’s idea.

Although the seal of the Northern Alliance is on him...but, that was also ordered by his junior brother.