After the Master's reinstatement

Early in the morning, sweep the snow hall.

The day's plan is in the morning, according to the rules of the school, before the hour, all the students relax and warm up, finish the morning class, and officially start the day's study.

According to Master Qingxuan, learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is not only for cultivating sexual integrity, they have observed the famous cancers in the Jianghu for hundreds of years, and found that these people were either miserable in childhood and family misfortune, or the teacher was too strict , leading to a drastic change in temperament after becoming famous, and he is more likely to become obsessed than others, endangering the martial arts.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, but again, the lower beam must be piled well from an early age so that it will not be easily crooked in the future.

Daoist Qingxuan's words were not aimless. Through his performance during this period of time, he had deep worries about the physical and mental health of his new classmates. Of course, the child's innocence was caused by his previous environment in the magic palace. ——

Since Yu Beilin, the last palace lord of Buzhou Palace, has behaved perversely and domineeringly. He has been doing evil in the Northwest for many years. Since Yu Yan took over, although he has restrained his behavior, he is still stubborn——

I heard that a few years ago, a sect in the northwest hurt the disciples of Buzhou Palace for some reason, and then the master of Buzhou Palace came to the door in person, beat up the whole sect, and even forced the sect master to kneel down and admit his mistakes. What is it.

Hey, enlightenment is not something that can be achieved overnight, there is a long way to go, this is a long way to go as a teacher.

Not knowing that he has become a heavy responsibility on his wife's mind, at noon, Yu Yan put down his chopsticks, very dissatisfied with today's menu.

He likes big fish and big meat, he likes heavy oil and salt, and he especially likes roasting. He has never liked the taste of the south, but now the cook prepares it for school children. Judging from its shape, it looks soft and tasteless; judging from its color, it looks blue and white. See, it makes people lose their appetite, especially the dish is mixed with peas, which he dislikes the most.

He glanced left and right, and the other children didn't pick and choose, and they ate whatever they had. Children of this age, with short hands and feet, could not hold the chopsticks stably, so they grabbed the wooden spoon with five fingers and dug carefully. Congee and rice, just listen to the sound of rattling, which is almost the same as that of a pigsty.

The clothes of the small classes in the school are uniformly based on blue, with white edges on the robes and embroidered bamboo-like patterns on the hem, which look really good on the body.

Mr. Hua is very particular, afraid of soiling his clothes and being rude in front of others, he brought bibs in advance, folded them into triangles, and tied them around the necks of the students who were prone to food scraps before taking their seats.

"Hey - Mu Chun, why don't you eat peas, are you picky eaters?"

Nosy, love to worry, this child will not be able to eat in peace one day, a lifetime of hard work.

"It's not a picky eater. Vegetables and radishes have their own preferences. I just choose what I like."

Yu Yan was unmoved, he held the chopsticks firmly, Peas and him were the black sheep, they were not allowed to keep a single one, and put all of them in other plates.

Why practice martial arts?In order to dominate, be a master.

Then after becoming a master?Isn't it just doing whatever you want?Not to mention peas, just a hint of green onion, he doesn't like it, and some servants pick it out for him.

It is also now that I am in trouble, so I reluctantly have to do it myself.

"That's not right."

Although Mr. Hua is very grateful to his classmates for rescuing the general - that little milk dog the size of a palm.

But one thing is one thing, and what is wrong has to be pointed out. Everything in the bowl is bought by others with blood and sweat. During the Spring and Autumn period, the master took them to the field to plant seedlings and harvest rice. He knows the truth that every grain is hard work...

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it! The master is coming back!"

If the master comes back and sees someone picky eaters, he will be punished again. Hearing what Erhu said, the other children all showed nervous faces, and they rushed over with chopsticks and spoons, carrying forward the power of unity, solving problems for their classmates, and cleaning up the mess. Remnants of crimes to eliminate evidence.

Yu Yan was seated in the middle, watching them clumsily. You dug a spoonful and I ate a chopstick. Her cheeks were bulging, like a little blue bird that only eats to fill her stomach. She was so dazed that she was force-fed a spoonful halfway through. into the mouth.

Mr. Hua succeeded in stealing the stuff, and the chubby face with lacquered eyes was triumphant.

"How about it, it's delicious."

Facing the smiling eyes, Yu Yan didn't show any softness on his face, and after holding his mouth for a while, he swallowed it in a daze.

It may be true that oranges grown in Huainan are oranges grown in Huaibei, and oranges grown in Huaibei are trifoliate oranges. The peas in Jinling will be softer and waxier than the ones I have eaten before, not gritty, and barely edible.

"...It's okay."

These little brats are quite amusing.

Looking at the empty plate in front of him, Yu Yan didn't even know that he smiled. Apart from being funny, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

When I get old, it would be a beautiful thing if I also have such a child under my knees.

Most of the adoptive sons I adopted back then were teenagers, wouldn't it be easier to raise them if they were younger?

No, it should not be the reason.

Trees need to be cultivated, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and so are people. He has never been patient with his godsons. It is like raising cats and dogs. He will pay more attention to whoever can make him happy, that's all.

There is a cause and an effect, and there really is no respect in vain.

At noon, the sky is high and the clouds are thin, and even with eyes closed, you can feel the waves of light and shadow brought by the shadows of the trees above your head.

Suddenly, a scream from the outer courtyard broke the silence, and the birds on the branches fluttered wildly.

A dark figure forced its way through the front door.

"You—who are you, why are you breaking into the school, guards!"

In a place like Snow Sweeping Hall, there are usually not many guards, and the masters who come to teach are generally strong in martial arts, so it is very safe, but the master who comes to teach calligraphy in the afternoon is invited from outside, and he is powerless. As soon as he uttered a sound to stop him, Lao Gao was sent flying with a palm.

Seeing the master fall to the ground like a paper kite with a broken thread, the children were all stunned in shock.

The knife-wielding man was tall and thin, dressed in dark black clothes, with a wolf-like totem embroidered on his chest, he looked somewhat similar to Dugutang, with a gutter nose, and a few bloodstains on his face. Su Er.

Su Er originally thought that his cousin wanted to protect him, but what he was waiting for was the news that he was going to be imprisoned for trial. He thought that Dugutang had abandoned his car to protect his handsome man, and was going to hand himself over to Shang Yingqiu for disposal——

Tanlangtang is in charge of the criminal law. He knows how cruel the methods in the water prison are, and he thought that he would be stabbed left and right, so it would be better to fight to the death to find his own way of life.

Those who can be the leader are not weak in martial arts. Su Er got rid of the guards at the gate, locked the courtyard gate, and yelled at the schoolchildren inside, "All of you, let me in! Otherwise——"

Holding a knife in one hand, he pointed at his wife whose life and death were unknown lying in the atrium. "That's the end of it, understand."

The sharp blade gleamed coldly, and the blood splashed everywhere, shaking the children to their senses.

Young Master Hua bit his lips tightly, his whole body was cold, but he was a teacher for a day and a father for life. Now the master doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, and a student can't do nothing. He was trying to muster up the courage to go and see the master, but he was handed over by his classmate. He grabbed his arm, no matter how he moved, he couldn't get away from it.

That finger, which was as short and tender as his, seemed to be tempered with iron juice, and possessed infinite strength.

Yu Yan stood at the front, did not take a step back, and swept back with stern eyes.

"No, go back to my room."

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