How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Falling in love with a study committee member is destined to be the result of being led to study.

Xingheying sat in the sutra room and yawned, and then he was caught at a glance when he was asked about his way back.As a good teacher, how could he do such a thing as corporal punishment?On the way home, he patted Xingheying on the shoulder lovingly:

"Xiaoying, I haven't come to morning class for a long time, so I will be sleepy if I come suddenly?"

With tears in his eyes, Xingheying nodded, and on his way home, he still had the brilliance of being gentle and caring as a teacher, and slowly walked up to the podium in front of him, and looked at Xingheying innocently with his hands on his cheeks:

"Come on, Xiaoying, get up and memorize a section of "Equality of Things" and you won't be sleepy. Let's start with the section that everything is nothing but the same!"

Fuck the fake touch.Xingheying stared at Wengui with a smile on his face, and Wengui blinked: "Xiaoying, you look at Wei Shi with that innocent eyes like a newborn baby, do you have anything to say? It doesn't matter, Wei Shi thinks You are so smart, you should know how to recite it."

Jian Qianshan, who was sitting in front of Xingheying, coughed, and asked the way back to look at him, so he immediately got up and saluted to the way back: "It's nothing, the disciple just recovered from the cold, and his throat feels a little uncomfortable."

Feng Heming looked up at Jian Qianshan, and added silently: "Brother, memorizing the "Southern China Sutra" won't make your throat feel comfortable."

Xingheying looked at Feng Heming with a look of despair, "Second senior brother, we are all brothers from the same sect, do you want to block my way like this?" !

On the way home, he lowered his head, his shoulders kept shaking, and he obviously suppressed a smile.He looked up with a smile, and waved his hands: "Qianshan, sit down, Aying, come, let's try it, no one has cleared the snow on the steps of the mountain gate."

Sooner or later, I will be able to sweep through the steps of the mountain gate.Xingheying took a deep breath, looked down, and suddenly began to recite: "There is nothing the same, and nothing is the same. If you are from the other, you will not see it, and if you know it, you will know it. Therefore..."

Asking about the way home, he first raised his eyebrows, then cleared his throat, looked down at Jian Qianshan, and said in a tone full of sympathy and regret:

"Qianshan, when you usually help sort out the letters for the teacher, why don't you see your brushwork so fast?"

Jian Qianshan, who was silently writing "Qiwulun": "..."

"Qianshan writes so fast, you can see Xiaoying clearly, your eyes are good."

Xingheying, who seems to be reciting but is actually reading: "..."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Went home while shaking his head, he waved his hands to let Xingheying sit down, "Forget it, since Qian Shan is helping you so much, I won't make things difficult for you as a teacher."

"Huh? Master, when did you become so reasonable?"

Xingheying probably didn't wake up, or maybe he died every day.Jian Qianshan just wanted to ask if he was alive?Feng Heming gave him a complicated look, probably to express that usually I dig a hole to try to trick you, but this time I don't need to dig a hole, you just jump off the cliff by yourself?

Ask on the way home: "Aying, is that why you want to sweep the snow?"

"No, no, master, you have always been considerate and wise, and everything you say is right." Mr. Zhiqian, who had not yet woken up from Xingheying, finally woke up from a dream, decisively turned the situation around, and immediately sat down.Asked about the return journey, he shook his head helplessly:

"That's all, as a teacher, I have to talk about business."

Xingheying resolutely covered her mouth, interrupting what she almost blurted out, "Master, you actually have something serious to do, it's really raining red in the sky".

Jian Qianshan silently reflected on whether it was a bit wrong for him to drag A Ying to the morning class, maybe it would be better for him to skip class?

Asking about the way home has already begun to speak slowly: "Recently, I invited some martial arts alliances to Jianmen for my teacher. It is not considered a martial arts conference, but there are some things to talk about. Counting the days, the earliest today is seven days at the latest. Most of them will probably come. It is estimated that the leaders of each faction will bring their own young talents, and by then..."

"At that time, junior sisters must seize the opportunity and leave a few handsome and high-skilled ones to add luster to our Jianmen!" Xingheying slapped the table and raised his hand to answer!

"...Xiaoying, after the morning class, I went to sweep the steps of the mountain gate."

"..."

If you don't do it, you won't die.Feng Heming silently felt that it was better not to run on Xingheying today, he could kill himself.

Xingheying shut up obediently, took a deep breath to keep calm on the way home, and continued: "I'm telling you, Master, don't turn around and start screaming and fighting when you see strangers."

Xingheying listened and said, "How can anyone be so stupid."

The air was suddenly quiet, Jian Qianshan took a deep breath, and looked at Xingheying with sympathetic eyes.

Xingheying: "?"

Ask about the way home: "Xiaoying, don't wait for the morning class to end, go now."

Xingheying: "???"

Feng Heming supported his forehead and sighed, Jian Qianshan turned his head to answer Xingheying's questions: "Do you still remember that in Baimei Mountain Villa, someone said that Teng Xin had an old feud with Master? I asked Elder Mingxin later, He said that when the martial arts conference was held in Jianmen, the master rushed back from other places without knowing it, thought Teng Xin was an undercover agent sent by the demon sect to spy on information, and beat him up."

All the disciples who didn't know before: "..."

Ask on the way home: "Qianshan, do you really want to sweep the snow with your junior brother?"

Feng Heming felt that he should not come to morning class today, so he stuffed a mouthful of dog food into his mouth out of nowhere.Under the gaze of silent protest on the way home, Xingheying silently got up and patted Jian Qianshan on the shoulder, and consciously went out to sweep the snow. In the cold wind, all the juniors only felt that his figure was extremely tall-thanks to the third senior brother for giving us his life with a rope In exchange for gossip.

Asking about the return journey, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to say with great confidence: "Also, you don't need to go to the alchemy room to make alchemy in the past few days, after all..."

Feng Heming immediately responded seriously: "Master, don't worry, I will be optimistic about the third junior brother! I understand that if he blows up the alchemy room again, it would be really bad for the martial arts heroes to see a joke!"

Wengui stared at Feng Heming, Feng Heming gave him a seemingly innocent look, Wengui sighed, and pointed out the door: "Go, as a teacher, I guess he only sweeps the left half, and the right half is for you." gone."

Well, one less.Jian Qianshan was silent for a moment, and looked at him before asking about the return journey: "Qianshan, I think you are a good boy..."

Jian Qianshan nodded seriously, and took a deep breath to force himself to calm down on the way home:

"Also, finally," the question paused on the way home, and finally no one spoke, "At that time, there may be other sects provoking you. -"

Jian Qianshan: "Don't be cowardly, his master won't recognize him if he hit him, if he can't beat him, run away, I'll fight for you!"

Ask about the way home: "..."

The air likes to be suddenly quiet. On the way home, he stared deeply at Jian Qianshan. Jian Qianshan slowly got up: "Master, the most important thing for brothers and sisters is to be neat and tidy. I will go too..."

Asking about the way home, pointing to the door with one hand on his forehead, he explained what it means to be eccentric to the elbow: "It's okay, the words are rough and not rough. How about it, you see where they didn't clean up, and make up for it."