The old Gong who died for the world is back

The little junior was raised by him to be a little idiot.

Feng Langyue patiently explained that on Tianxuan Peak, Xiao Youci is the only one who is the biggest master, and eating, practicing, going down the mountain to meet the elders, etc. all have to be queued behind Xiao Youci.

So in the end Yan Tong followed Feng Langyue and left.

They stood at the small intersection in the back mountain to meet Xiao Youci.

There was always snow on Tianxuan Peak, and it was early in the morning, and the temperature was extremely cold. After standing for a while, Yan Tong's nose turned red from the cold.

Feng Langyue didn't dare to neglect him, so she took off her cloak and put it on him.

When Xiao Youci came out from the back mountain, he happened to see Feng Langyue squatting in front of Yan Tong and wrapping his cloak around him.

He was a little dazed, and suddenly remembered many years ago, when his master and senior brothers were still there.

At that time, Tianxuan Peak was also so cold, Xiao Youci had to go to morning class every morning, and he was far away, and he didn't have a cultivation base to protect himself, so every time he got up, he was wrapped into a ball.

In Linxianmen, Xiao Youci is special, he is Jiang Helai's disciple, but he can only cultivate Qi, and the senior brother on top of him is so powerful, it makes him accomplish nothing, like a waste.

A cultivator does not suffer from cold and heat, but he has to use clothes to resist the severe cold like an ordinary person.

When he went to the academy on the mountainside of Tianxuan Peak, he would always be ridiculed by his fellow students, and Xiao Youci was unwilling to wear thicker clothes after too many times.

Later, when his senior brother came back, he took a long way from his residence to the academy, and he no longer had to go by himself. When it was not dawn, his senior brother would buy breakfast from the foot of the mountain and deliver it to his door.

Staring at Xiao Youci after eating, he would open his cloak, let Xiao Youci lie on his chest, and Yu Jian sent Xiao Youci to study in the academy.

In the evening when the academy was over, he was the first one standing at the gate of the academy waiting to pick up Xiao Youci to go back.

No one picked up the other children, only Xiao Youci, who enjoyed this special treatment, from the age of eight to 15.

Seven years.

He remembered that his brother's arms were very warm.

Xiao Youci's dazed mind was actually only for a moment, and on the other side, Feng Langyue had already fastened her cloak and stood upright beside Yan Tong.

He was still holding Yan Tong's hand.

After walking two steps, Xiao Youci's footsteps stopped, he looked back, Yan Tong let go of Feng Langyue, and ran towards Xiao Youci.

Yan Tong hugged Xiao Youci's leg, raised his head and shouted crisply: "Master!"

Feng Langyue was taken aback by his actions, he had been by Xiao Youci's side for so many years, of course he knew that Xiao Youci didn't like others to touch him.

Just about to tear this kid away from Xiao Youci's side, Xiao Youci responded lightly.

Under the toga, a hand was stretched out.

Yan Tong was very sensible, and held that hand immediately.

Xiao Youci didn't even say a word, just took Yan Tong by the hand and left.

Feng Langyue was left behind, a little surprised.

Xiao Youci retreated for two months this time, and barely suppressed his inner demons. Within a year, there should be no recurrence of cultivation bases.

But this is only a temporary measure, the situation will definitely get worse, and the next time the cultivation base gets out of control, the time it can maintain will be shortened due to retreat and adjustment.

Until one day, he will completely lose his cultivation and become a useless person.

……

When Xiao Youci left the customs, the first thing he did was to check Yan Tong's schoolwork.

Of course Brother Feng Langyue can't teach him anything, he can only check Yan Tong's background, he is five years old this year, has never read, can't read, and doesn't look too smart.

Xiao Youci had plenty of time. At the beginning, he planned to teach in person, so he threw a thousand-character text to him. The first sentence was "the world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric." He read it all morning.

Xiao Youci showed him "Zhou" and "Huang" alone, but he didn't recognize them anymore. He stared at the two words on the paper for a long time, and was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.

Xiao Youci slammed the pen and paper on the table, and suddenly understood the feeling of the master hitting his palm many years ago.

His brows, which were haunted by demons and had never been wrinkled before, were tightly clustered, and he rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, looking at the idiot apprentice in front of him, not knowing what to do.

Yan Tong also realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, and looked at Xiao Youci cautiously: "Master, am I too stupid?"

More than stupid.

It's just stupid.

Xiao Youci recited "The child is stupid, it's useless to scold him, it will only make him more stupid" in his heart before he managed to calm down.

There was a dead silence in the study, Feng Langyue stood at the door, and had to glance inside more than 30 times in a quarter of an hour, for fear that their bad-tempered master would strangle the younger brother to death if he couldn't hold back.

The death of the junior brother is a minor matter, but the master has to find another disciple later on.

After holding back for a while, Xiao Youci still couldn't hold back, got up and said, "Send him to the academy on the mountainside, let the master teach him lessons, and send him back after he learns how to read."

I don't know the characters, I can't understand the code of practice, and I still practice with a hammer.

Feng Langyue hurried into the room, took Yan Tong's hand and walked out.

Yan Tong was taken away step by step.

Xiao Youci behind the desk pressed his brows, feeling that he might last less than a year after coming out of this retreat, and he would soon be pissed off by his "smart" little apprentice.

Feng Langyue's movements were quick, and she came back in less than half an hour.

……

The Linxian sect has a great career, not only have countless inner disciples, but also a large number of outer disciples. These outer disciples are either young or not talented enough. There are not a few of them at Yan Tong's age.

The Linxian Sect is not only responsible for teaching them the way of cultivation, but also teaching them how to read and be a man. The Elder Hall of Tianxuan Peak was established to coordinate the affairs of the disciples. On the mountainside of Tianxuan Peak, there is a Green Bamboo Academy, which is exclusively for Linxianmen. The disciples of the outer sect of the immortal sect study.

As the head disciple, Yan Tong actually went to Qingzhu Academy to study.

It can be said that it is very cheap.

On the first day he came, Feng Langyue sent him here. Everyone in Linxianmen knew that Feng Langyue was a disciple of Xiao Youci, who had been a disciple of Xiao Youci for 15 years, but he was still a qi practitioner.

He still occupies the seat of the head disciple of Linxian Sect. When he entered Qingzhu Academy, most of the eyes that fell on him were not provocative.

Feng Langyue was already used to it, he didn't look up, he briefly told his master about Yan Tong's situation, and then left.

There is only one Yan Tong left, like entering a tiger's den.

Of course, those outer disciples didn't dare to be too arrogant, they just pretended to pass by Yan Tong deliberately before class, and said a few mocking words.

Yan Tong was young and didn't understand, so he sat in his seat ignorantly.

This makes them feel as if they have punched the cotton, soft and uncomfortable.

The class started soon, and when the master came, the school became much quieter.

The Master was specially invited from the foot of the mountain by the Presbyterian Hall. His status in the world is not low. He heard that he was an emperor's teacher.

He is over seventy years old, his hair and beard are already gray, and his back is not so straight.

The disciples of Qingzhu Academy respected him and did not dare to make too much noise in front of him. The master attended half of the class safely, but the progress was delayed because of Yan Tong.

He didn't know anything at first, and he was a slow learner, and it didn't help that his master personally came to his desk to tutor him.

The sentence "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang" has been taught three times and still can't be recited, and the master's face is a little ugly.

He didn't lose his temper, he just told Yan Tong to go back and learn by himself, leaving him alone, and led the students to turn to the next page of the textbook.

Yan Tong sat at the end of the class, his little face turned pale.

The outer disciple next to him looked at him with even more sarcasm in his eyes—as expected of Xiao Youci's apprentice, who couldn't read a single word, and was so stupid!

In the second class, the master did not come, so they were asked to recite the contents of the previous class by themselves.

As soon as the master left, the students' minds became alive.

I don't know who started it first. A few gossips were mixed in the sound of reading aloud: "This is Xiao Youci's disciple? It seems that his talent is not low. How come he can't even memorize a thousand-character essay?"

"Which of the disciples on Tianxuan Peak is a normal person, even Feng Langyue and Feng Langxing like him, so what's wrong with taking one more idiot?"

"It's a pity that the line of the former head sect was originally the most promising line in the Linxian Sect. When it comes to Xiao Youci, I'm afraid it will be over."

"I heard that his master was the same way back then, no matter how much he taught... Ha, it's a pity, Senior Jiang Helai has passed away, but there is no other person who can instill cultivation into their idiot apprentices."

The voice of discussion is getting louder and louder, even vaguely overshadowing the voice of reading.

Those people consciously concealed themselves and secretly looked at Yan Tong. However, in Yan Tong's eyes, the sarcasm in those eyes was like sharp thorns quenched with poison, piercing deep into his heart.

He squeezed the book in his hand tightly, and tried harder to read the words on the book.

There is always a voice in his heart that prevents him from reciting the book, he can't recite it, he can't recite it no matter what...

After one class, his back was drenched like rain.

After class, the master left, and those disciples gathered around, pushed and shoved Yan Tong, and threw his book on the ground.

Yan Tong was young and pushed to a corner by them, watching his book rubbing against the ground, the handwriting on it was stained.

The disciples bullied Yan Tong for a while, and before class, they pushed him back to his desk, warned him not to speak out, and then went back to their desks.

The master came in quickly, and he saw that Yan Tong was a little different from the previous class, his clothes were dirty and his face was covered with dust.

But he didn't say anything, and bowed his head to class.

Yan Tong bit her lower lip tightly, looking stubborn.

The day's class ended soon, and the master took him to the dormitory - he was studying in the academy, and it was inconvenient to go up and down the mountain every day, so Feng Langyue asked him to live in the academy temporarily. There is a dormitory here, a Datong shop, with 12 people per room .

The academy rests for three days every fifteen days, and it just so happened yesterday that it was just off. Feng Langyue said that he would pick him up after fifteen days, and let him stay in the academy honestly and not cause trouble for the master.

Yan Tong listened to it, and when other disciples bullied him during the day, he endured it. When he went to bed at night, they took away his changed clothes and threw his things out of the room.

After everyone was asleep, Yan Tong quietly opened the door and nestled in the corner.

He didn't have time to change his clothes, and the next day he wore yesterday's suit again, and his body was dirty and full of dust.

The master is a respectable person, seeing that he was dirty and smelly, he frowned and criticized him, in exchange for other disciples burst into laughter, saying that he was a little beggar who didn't even know how to change his clothes.

Yan Tong didn't defend himself either, and returned to his seat to sit down.

In class, the teacher asked questions, but he did not answer as usual, and was kicked out by the teacher to stand as a punishment.

After class, there will be another meal of ridicule.

But even so, Yan Tong didn't cry, he stubbornly lowered his head and clenched his book, silent, but refused to admit defeat.

But the more he refused to give in, the more displeased those disciples looked at him. They looked down on Xiao Youci and Yan Tong, but they were full of jealousy towards the status of the head disciple. The weaker Yan Tong was, the more they couldn't suppress their jealousy. , to vent on Yan Tong.

At first, it was just small fights, but these small fights were not enough for them to vent their jealousy.

These emotions accumulated, and finally broke out on the day before Xiumu.