After the Master's reinstatement

"This is probably... an arithmetic problem?"

"What's going on, I still need to write an article? What's the topic... A brief talk about the advantages and disadvantages of boxing, spear, and sword?"

"And this, if you find someone following you in the busy market, there are three ways to get rid of him."

Nan Zhu held the book, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't figure out the intention of the person who wrote the question. Why did you get rid of it when you said you were being followed by someone? Just drop it, or kill it.

The brothers followed suit, saying it was not true, "That's right, the Wulin League is really pedantic and stupid!"

When it comes to pros and cons, in their eyes, the best thing in the world is of course their Palace Master's Eight Desolation Dominance Skills, and all others stand aside.

That night, they worked separately and used each other's available talents to do their best to flatter them. Anyway, they wrote all the answers and handed them over to the designated place by Nan Zhu. Then they were done and the task was successfully completed.

The next day, Daoist Qingxuan learned from the head of the house that the whole class had completed their homework today, and was a little pleasantly surprised.

Not bad, sure enough, there are only irresponsible teachers in the world, and there are no bad students.

"Then Muchun handed in homework too? Yes, you wrote a lot, and you have a very good attitude. Let me take a look."

Although he has not discovered where this son's "innate talent" is, since the leader said so, there must be a reason for him, but he is still inexperienced and unable to recognize people with his eyes in the first place. A true genius may just need Time to dig it?

The Taoist priest who is not very old, but because of studying too much, brought his crystal mandarin duck mirror.

He turned to the first page, read word by word, and his smile faded away.

"........."

As the head of Class A of the Xuexue Hall, Hua Yuzhi's children have experienced the pain of too much pressure and not thinking about eating and drinking at a young age.

The origin of all this is that new classmate, his current classmate.

Before coming to Jinling, his father had told him by ear and face that he should not fall behind others and should be the well-deserved number one, but if this continues, their dominant position in Class A will soon be overtaken by Class B!

Today, Daoist Qingxuan took them to the ranch to learn about horses. A few days ago, a batch of ponies were added to the shed, just for the students to learn about the living habits of horses.

"When you start to walk the rivers and lakes, the horse will be your best partner. At the critical moment, it may save your life." The Taoist priest explained the various hobbies of the horse, remembering what happened in his door. He said with emotion: "Many years ago, my uncle was retaliated by villains. When he was outnumbered and desperate, it was his beloved horse Tengluo who carried him to break through the siege. When he was rescued, he realized that Tengluo had ten wounds in his body. Three Arrows carried him on his back for more than ten miles, and died of exhaustion."

"what……"

All the children were fascinated by what they heard, and Mr. Hua was even tearful. Among his peers, he knew a lot, but he was still very unfamiliar with the word "death" and couldn't really understand its meaning. His eyes were red: "Then, What about feeding the horse medicine, will it die if you feed it? My father has a nine-turn life-saving pill, and if you eat it, you won't die."

The Taoist priest smiled and wiped off the child's snot: "All things have spirits, so when the horses are alive, you have to treat them well."

Yu Yan was beside him, sneering in his heart.

The benevolence of a woman, what kind of friend, just buy this kind of horse post station, there is one horse for more than a dozen taels of silver, and you can buy another one if you run away to death. What kind of friendship do animals know? If you really have time to teach them, it is better to teach them How to control the enemy to death, which parts of the human body are the most vulnerable, the techniques of torture - like him at this age, he was sent into a tiger cage by his adoptive father, and had a duel with the biggest white tiger in Buzhou Mountain.

It is better to experience life and death early than to entertain and teach. Is there a faster way to become stronger than experiencing cruelty?

Mr. Hua is now at the same table as Yu Yan. His father, Mr. Fuyi, is a long-winded ghost who can start a poem before a martial arts competition. The son he gave birth to is even better than blue. People are annoying.

One day when he came back from feeding the feed in the stable, Mr. Hua wanted to speak but stopped looking at him, and secretly tugged at his holding hands.

"What?" Yu Yan looked down, he hated having skin-to-skin contact with people.

Contrary to the usual calmness of the little old man, the little boy became a little flustered, and his nasal voice came out.

"I... I picked up a puppy from the barn, but the housekeeper didn't allow me to keep it, saying that it was about to die, but what should I do? Look, will it die like wisteria?"

What Mr. Hua is holding in his hand is not so much a puppy, but a big wriggling bug.

This thing is estimated to be born within a few days, and the skin is wrinkled on the face, and it looks like a red-skinned mouse. It probably feels the warmth, and its thin tail is shaking from side to side—no wonder people say it’s a dog’s leg, it’s just born, However, as a dog, the nature of being self-taught without a teacher is retained, but it is so ugly that no matter how much it is to please, it will be counterproductive.

Yu Yan took a look, looked away, and didn't intend to meddle in other people's business: "Your housekeeper is right, you are indeed going to die, too weak, probably still sick, stay away from it."

Tears hung on the eyelids of Mr. Hua, and he argued loudly: "I don't! He's not sick! Look at his tail is still moving!"

"It's a dying struggle. Otherwise, why is it here alone? Why doesn't the bitch want it? It's just that it can't compete with other brothers at all, so it was abandoned."

Mr. Hua clenched his fists: "Yes, Master said that all things have spirits—"

The puppy was covered with mud, Yu Yan crossed his arms and didn't take a step closer: "Come on, then you can save one, can you save all of them, even this one, you are helpless."

Although the puppy couldn't see clearly or hear, he rushed to the smelly place little by little, leaning on the little red nose to find milk to drink.Mr. Hua squatted on the ground and could do nothing, he was full of dissatisfaction with his classmate's words, and wanted to refute, but he couldn't argue, so he could only hold the dog dryly, pitifully on par with that little thing.

That's all Yu Yan said, so he didn't care about it. He pretended to take a walk, and walked around the water prison as usual.

The time for guards and patrols outside the water prison is different every day. Every link is impeccable. There is no loophole to be caught within twelve hours. It seems that the road of hard robbery is not feasible.

Then we can only find another way.

When he returned to the school, Mr. Hua was still squatting in the distance, but there were a few more children beside him, and they were lost together.

Yu Yan packed up his things, and glanced over with cold eyes.

When I went to Houshan to learn how to collect herbs this morning, the master of medicine left for a while because of something. On the way, a small green snake sprang out from under the tree. In fact, the snake was not poisonous. They were frightened by the movement of picking herbs, but the group of children were so frightened that they couldn't tell whether it was poisonous or not.

Young Master Hua considered that he was the oldest among them—he was already six years old, and he was the eldest brother of Ben Qi, who had the responsibility to protect his younger siblings, so he couldn't help but stand in front of Yu Yan. The younger ones go first.

Being protected in the back like this, Yu Yan's first reaction at the time was that the child was finished, and that he was another poor little boy whose brains had been spoiled by benevolence, righteousness and morality.

The child's sobbing sound was intermittent, making it difficult for people to calm down and continue thinking about rescue methods.

He never meddles in other people's business, but at the same time, he doesn't like to take advantage of others and owe favors.

Even if this favor is the kindness of others.

"Leader, lord...?"

The Martial Arts League is divided into twelve constellations. Today, Tianji and Pojun returned to the alliance to report on the progress of tracking Yu Yan's whereabouts. When they reached the depths of the corridor, Shang Yingqiu slightly raised his hand, telling the two of them to stop talking for now, and stopped in their tracks. , slowly looking towards the direction of the courtyard.

Among the seven or eight children, the first thing people saw was Yu Muchun.

This child's skin was so white that it almost melted in the sun, and his silky black hair was tied into a small bun. He was cute, but his expression was not very good, and his face was full of rebellious indifference that was incompatible with his appearance.

Although his face is stinky, and he still frowns like others at a young age, let alone, this kid is really decent in commanding others. Sometimes he will let this one go to pour hot water and wring out towels, and sometimes he will let that one squeeze a bowl from the pasture When the goat milk came back, she dipped her hands in the milk, and tentatively pushed it over.

The puppy smelled the milk, and his whole body seemed to have strength, and he stuck out his tongue impatiently.

Being caught upright, the child froze for a while, but he still endured it with disgust on his face, and continued to feed him a few mouthfuls.

Isn't it a normal child? Could it be that there are some secrets hidden in the devil's son?

The two hall masters looked away and continued.

"Then do we need to send more people to guard the major ferries? In case the devil goes east to the sea..."

The surroundings are quiet, the young man with black hair and black clothes, half of his figure is caged in the shadow of the corridor, and there are flickering spots of light floating on the twirling Buddhist beads.

"No need."