Are all the love-brained villains my apprentices?

"Eh? You are, you are, who is that?"

Li Qingwu tried hard to recall the name of the person in front of him, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Ms. Li, my name is Wen Xinya. I'm really sorry!"

Wen Xinya bowed deeply to Li Qingwu and apologized repeatedly.

Wen Xinya was originally immersed in the joy of meeting her mother.

This caused her to bump into Li Qingwu without paying attention for a moment.

Li Qingwu curled his lips when he saw Wen Xinya's look.

"Oh, forget it, it's nothing serious for me anyway."

Li Qingwu rubbed his red forehead, said nothing to Wen Xinya, and walked into the cafeteria.

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After Li Qingwu quickly filled his stomach, he rushed to the inner school.

When Li Qingwu arrived, it was not yet time for morning classes and there were only a few people sitting scattered around in the classroom.

Li Qingwu lay on the edge of the door and looked inside secretly.

"This doesn't look much better than our Luoshu Sect..."

"what are you doing?"

A voice came from behind Li Qingwu.

Li Qingwu turned her head suddenly and saw Zhu Ping'an appeared behind her at some point, holding a few books in his hands and looking at her with some confusion.

Li Qingwu stood up straight in embarrassment.

"Well, I just want to see what the school looks like."

"Come in and take a look. Isn't it clearer?"

Zhu Ping'an stared at Li Qingwu's head for a while before passing by Li Qingwu and entering the school.

Li Qingwu noticed Zhu Ping'an's gaze, remembered his messy hairstyle, and reached out to cover his head.

But it doesn't feel like it was in the morning.

Li Qingwu took out the small mirror he carried with him to see what was going on.

But I was surprised to find that my hair had been tied into a very nice hairstyle.

Li Qingwu suddenly remembered that Lin Wenyu seemed to have tried a little spell on her before she left.

Li Qingwu muttered softly.

"So kind..."

Then she put away the mirror and followed Zhu Pingan in.

The school was very quiet, with only the sound of a few students flipping through books.

Zhu Ping'an walked straight to the seat in front, put the book on the table, and prepared to sit down.

Li Qingwu came forward at this time.

"Hey, where do I sit?"

Li Qingwu's voice seemed a bit abrupt in the quiet school.

Several disciples nearby frowned in displeasure.

But Li Qingwu himself was unaware of this. Seeing that Zhu Ping'an did not reply, he took out several books that Lin Wenyu had prepared for her and continued to ask.

"And what is today's class about?"

Zhu Ping'an looked at the frowning disciple behind Li Qingwu and also frowned slightly.

But she still remembered that Li Qingwu was introduced to the inner school by Lin Wenyu.

Still helped Li Qingwu.

She walked up to the disciples and said, "Excuse me."

Those disciples obviously knew Zhu Ping'an. After nodding, they continued to read with their heads down without saying anything else.

After Zhu Ping'an apologized, he turned around and directly pulled the confused Li Qingwu out of the school.

"Hey, why are you pulling me?"

After being pulled out of the school by Zhu Ping'an, Li Qingwu looked confused.

Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Qingwu in front of him, who was ignorant of the world, and sighed deeply.

"Don't make any noise, I'm going to tell you something."

Hearing Zhu Ping'an say this, Li Qingwu covered his mouth tightly with his little hands.

Only a few words came out from between his fingers.

"I won't argue, you talk."

"You can choose any seat inside. Today we have a spiritual power control class. Also, don't speak too loudly in there."

Zhu Ping'an answered all of Li Qingwu's questions in one breath.

After Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he felt that he had done his best and prepared to return to school.

But when I turned around, I felt something pulling at the hem of my clothes.

Zhu Ping'an turned around and saw that Li Qingwu had put down his hand that was covering his mouth and was pulling up the hem of his clothes.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an looking at him, Li Qingwu let go of his hand.

"Then I'll sit next to you."

Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to say "It's up to you" and walked into the school.

Li Qingwu followed him into the school and found a seat next to Zhu Ping'an.

Li Qingwu imitated the person next to him, opened the book in his hand and pretended to read it seriously.

But she couldn't read a single word of the book.

After a while, Li Qingwu's eyelids began to twitch and his head began to nod unconsciously.

When Li Qingwu regained consciousness, the school was already full of people.

Many disciples were discussing something with worried expressions on their faces.

When Zhu Ping'an saw Li Qingwu wake up, he withdrew his hand that was knocking on her desk and turned his gaze back to the book in front of him.

Li Qingwu looked at Zhu Pingan beside him with sleepy eyes.

"What time is it now?"

"The elder will be here to give the lesson in a little while."

The voice that answered her was not wishing for peace, but a clear and mellow voice of a young boy.

Li Qingwu turned around and saw a young man who looked very familiar.

Sitting next to him was a little boy a few years younger than him, scratching his hair in distress.

These two people were Yayin and Sheng Shuzhou.

"I think I've seen you before."

Li Qingwu once again fell into the distress of not being able to remember the name.

Instead, it was Yayin who spoke up very considerately and helped Li Qingwu out of the predicament.

"I think Miss Li must have seen me at the induction meeting a few days ago."

When Yayin said this, Li Qingwu suddenly remembered that besides Zhu Pingan, there were two other boys following Lin Wenyu at that time.

Looking at Yayin with a smile on his face and Sheng Shuzhou scratching his ears.

Li Qingwu also successfully matched the two people.

Just then, an old man with a white beard walked into the school with his hands behind his back.

He coughed twice, and the disciples who were discussing heatedly suddenly quieted down, and the school returned to silence.

The old man with white beard then walked to the desk in front of the school.

After he stood still, a pile of scrolls suddenly appeared on his left hand side, and several small wooden swords appeared on his right hand side.

The white-bearded old man cleared his throat and spoke to the disciples in the audience.

"Everyone should know that today is our weekly assessment for the Spiritual Power Manipulation Class.

Today's task is also very simple. You just need to answer the questions on the scroll and successfully manipulate the wooden sword to complete the actions I specify. "

Hearing the white-bearded old man say this, several disciples in the audience immediately flipped through their books nervously.

There are still words in his mouth.

"It's over, it's over. I guessed wrong on the practical test."

The old man with white beard didn't give them a chance to turn the pages.

He waved his hand, and the books in front of the disciples floated to the stage and automatically stacked up.

Instead, scrolls appeared on the desks of the disciples.

The white-bearded old man said in a clear voice: "Now, let's do the scroll test first."