The First Chaos In History

Shiro Sanmu stood in front of the people, paying close attention to a few people on the field. In addition to the disciples of Suzaku Chengfengshou, Fang Zhenjiang and Baojin were both here. In order for the children to gain practical experience, these two people were fighting with their own hands. At the same time, these two people are both sturdy roads, but they are both a bit vicious, and they beat Fang Zhenjiang with a fist. Bao Jin slapped Fang Zhenjiang's chest with a palm, and Fang Zhenjiang took a half step back and relieved his strength. , Grabbed his veins on his chest, and called Baojin’s choking voice with the other hand...

Seeing this place, Shiro Asami gloomy and said, "The kung fu of these two people is really very powerful in actual combat!"

A reporter from this city asked me in a low voice: "Is it appropriate to teach the children this way?"

I glanced at him and said: "If you want to play, naturally other teachers will tell them the rules and taboos of the game, but when you first learn, you naturally have to follow the actual combat. It will not be too late for you to become a master after you learn to be a master." These remarks were actually made by Fang Zhenjiang himself, because I also asked him the reporter's question.

After leaving the Vermillion Bird Farm and passing by Lu Yu’s Pinmingxuan, we went in for a breath. Lu Yu did not sit idle after he developed the medicinal tea, because many new varieties appeared after him. He is now busy verifying the tea classics of later generations. Did the above-mentioned brewing method bring out all the advantages of a tea? So in his room, there is no shortage of good teas, big cups and small cups, and a kind of tea is brewed in various utensils and different. In water of the same temperature.

Asamage Shiro came out again to accuse him of being incompatible with the tea ceremony. He also said that he has a friend named Ma Sheng Te Lang who is the tea ceremony master. I don't know if everyone is not. Anyway, his friend is estimated to be stronger than him, and he doesn't even prepare a child. Is it easy to catch just with twine?

As soon as I went out and saw Wang Yin driving the school bus, I hurriedly shouted, "Pharaoh. Come here."

Wang Yin poked his head and asked me, "What's the matter?"

I said: "Give you a task-this is too annoying for someone."

I said to Asamage Shiro, "Don't you want to prove Kung Fu with our people, I found one for you."

At this time, Wang Yin walked up to us and asked, "What mission?"

I pointed to Asamage Shiro and said to him, "You have to compete with this gentleman."

Wang Yin threw his coat into the car and said to Asami Shiro, "Then you hurry up, I'll return to the team."

Asamage Shiro finally reacted, and said angrily: "You actually found a car to compete with me?"

I pointed to Duan Tianlang's big apprentice and said to him: "Then if you don't fight with that, that's a sweeper."

Chao Sanmu Silang shouted, "Deceiving people too much!" Without saying hello, Wang Yin came to my door with a punch. Seeing the opportunity, Wang Yin shot him on his wrist and led him over.

I just felt the cold hair on my face fall down. Although the expression was still smiling, the cold sweat was all over.

It seems that Shiro Asami is really not the one, as soon as he fought with Wang Yin, he seized the opportunity, kicked and kicked, and Wang Yin pulled him a few times. Knocked him down...

Speaking of a three-time karate champion, that skill is true. It is estimated that you don't need any props to kick a piece of wood. It’s okay to use it for real, but whoever compares it, Wang Yin’s skill among the crowd is also considered top-notch. The reason why he didn’t have an apprentice was because he was not good at giving lectures by nature, but Cao Xiaoxiang and Fang Zhenjiang might be satisfied by themselves. His apprentices will send him to learn more.

The two of them fought for a while, and Wang Yin solved the problem with three punches and two kicks, but he didn't make any ruthless hands. He either pulled the other side down or dragged him down. His expression was a bit helpless, but he looked like a big brother accompanying a rogue little brother. Just like playing. Among the Eight Heavenly Kings, Wang Yinzhiyong is second to none, and even though he has driven a car in his life, he was a murderer in his previous life. Don't talk about dealing with the situation, it's okay to catch wolves with hemp rope.

Fight for a while. Asamage Shiro frustrated: "I lost-but I don't believe he is really a driver."

Wang Yin waved his hand at him without saying much, got in the car and left. I said to Asamage Shiro: "You think it's cheap, this is a car driver, I know a motorcycle repairer even more cruel!"

The reporters who followed us became very careful and careful after returning home from Chaosanmu Shiro. Now they understood the old Chinese saying "hidden dragon and crouching tiger" deeply. They saw the champion of karate being beaten by our school. I had to look for teeth everywhere, and the legends about the mysterious East suddenly came to mind.

Next, I took them to visit the two martial arts venues of Qinglong and Xuanwu. I saw Lin Chong’s gun and Zhang Qingdi’s flying stone. While at the shooting range, Xiuxiu wrote a note to Hua Rong and Pang Wanchun. The arrow was a quick arrow, and it slammed into the target 50 paces away. The most obvious is "WELE--.|Sweet, and the whole process is like a treasure."

Even Jim, who was dismissive at first, flushed with excitement. He pressed and pressed the camera's shutter, and suddenly he snorted with a pain in his stomach. When I saw where he was holding it, I knew that he had a stomachache like Mulan. The reporters like them had a meal without a meal, which was similar to a war. I grabbed a passing student and said, “Go, go to the school’s infirmary and tell some doctors to prepare a pair of stomach medicine for sister Hua and wait for me.

The child gave us a fist: "De Ling!" He said that he had just walked away like an enclave. He was probably a student brought out by 30 and Dai Zong.

Jim clutched his stomach and frowned, "Do you want me to take your Chinese medicine?"

John said: "Chinese medicine is very good. Our neighbor, Mrs. Thomason, can't give birth to children because of Chinese medicine."

I hurriedly said: "Chinese medicine...Chinese medicine, mixing medicine and medicine here can easily cause misunderstanding."

When we arrived at the Baicao Garden, Bian Que had already strained out a bowl of herbal soup that was almost dried and placed it there. I picked it up and said to Jim, "We are traditional in China. The guests come to invite him to drink. Please take medicine first. Don't mind again."

Jim hid far away and said: "I heard that your Chinese medicine is made of grass."

I said, "Try it, it tastes almost like your Coca-Cola."

Jim brought the letter to him suspiciously and took a sip, gritted his teeth and said: "It's more stimulating than Coca-Cola." He suddenly put his hand on his stomach, incredible. "Oh my God, I seem to feel that they are repairing my stomach after drinking them, and they are warm and comfortable."

Bian Que gave him a pulse. He looked at his face again and said, "You do have a stomach problem. This prescription can cure it after taking it for three months." Then he scribbled a prescription on the paper. Jim solemnly took it over and said, "Oh my god, how much is this recipe worth?"

Bian Que asked me in a low voice, "Who is God?"

I also whispered to him: "It's equivalent to Pangu."

Bian Que said to me with a cry, "Tell him that his limbs and spleen are no different from ours. They should have been made by Nuwa."

I hurriedly said: "...I will break this question later, it will cause disputes over beliefs."

After taking a rest in the Baicao Garden, we visited the last White Tiger Hall. This hall has the largest indoor swimming pool in Quan Yucai. There is no one here at the moment. The reporter took a few photos casually. As soon as he was about to leave, a child suddenly emerged from the water. After he got out of the water, he wiped his face and crawled on the water while laughing and stepping on the water. After we were all stunned for a while, a female reporter reacted. She looked at her watch in surprise and said, "This kid was still in the water when we came in, which means he has been in the water for almost 3 minutes..."

The others looked at each other. A few foreigners whispered in disbelief: "Three minutes. Are the frogmen of the Bit species still powerful?"

At this moment, another child emerged from the water. The child did not see us either. He pointed to the first child who ran out and said loudly: "Hey, hold your breath, you lose, remember to ask me eat chocolate."

Just as people were showing awe-inspiring expressions, the third child came up. When he saw so many of us, he shyly said, "Ah, it's so lively here. I'll continue diving!" He disappeared again.

The female reporter almost screamed: "Who can tell me how many children are still in the water?"

Before she finished her words, the children got out of the water one after another, all wet. Wearing little pants, they passed by us one after another. Looking at us curiously while talking and laughing, there could be at least 40 or 50 people. For a while, the quiet swimming pool just now was as lively as a bazaar, leaving only all the petrochemical reporters.

The female reporter took my hand and said, "Can I meet their teacher?"

I told her: "Their teacher doesn't come out for three hours a day. We just came to see him after lunch."

Everyone: "..."

After visiting the four home stadiums, there was nothing more to introduce. At this meeting, the exhausted people finally accepted my suggestion. We sat in the car and went straight back to the main entrance. After a round, we appeared in front of us. It is a huge and endless wall. Several reporters asked me at the same time: "President Xiao, what is this place for?"

I said, "Oh, the opposite is our teacher’s dormitory area. In order to prevent children from harassing them to rest, this wall was built. Normal students cannot go there..." I was stunned. , When the car drove out, I saw many children sitting on the wall, some holding a piece of bread, some taking a book, the wall has become their toy Trojan horse, I don’t know it is so high. How did it get up.

I asked the driver to stop the car. In order not to scare the children, I pretended to be cheerful and said: "Little classmate, please get down first. Who are you students?"

When the few hapless children on the wall saw me, they all shouted: "Principal Xiao is here, run quickly—" After saying that all of his legs jumped off, I anxiously said: "Hey...Don't fall." You need to know this. The wall can be two meters and five meters high, like the second floor.

Unexpectedly, these children fell on the ground lightly without moving, and they all ran away in the blink of an eye. I was just about to get into the car, and the scene appeared so maddeningly: from the wall, hula la la, passing by the children like dumplings, one by one, like elk, jumping directly over our heads and ran away. He seems to have added a run-up for those with poor skills. The hand planer and pedals came up, and they all shouted while jumping: "Run, let the principal know that we will be punished if we go there—"

After jumping over to have dozens of numbers, I finally grabbed one, and I asked him, "Whose student of you?"

The child was scared and bowed his head and said: "We are Teacher Shi, and the teacher just now was Teacher Duan.

…I should have thought of it long ago, taught by Shi Qian and Duan Tianbao!

The child whispered: "Principal Xiao, I won't dare next time. There is really nothing in the school to practice light gong. The high is too high and the low is too low..."

I touched his head and sighed: "Do you know where you are wrong?"

"...Should not jump the wall."

"Wrong! Did your teacher teach you this way? I tell you, jumping over the wall is okay. But you shouldn't be caught by me. Remember, you will be punished if you let me catch you in the future!"

The little clever ghost said "Yes". My shoulders shrank away from my palms, and a cat waist ran away from under my crotch. I spread my shoulders at a group of dumbfounded reporters: "I made everyone laugh."

A reporter from the country said: "President Xiao, I know this is the Shaolin monk Tiyunzong and the gecko swimming on the wall. Can you please demonstrate it in public. We didn't have time to take photos just now."

I smiled and said, "This is easy." After that, I grabbed a kid who had just jumped over and pointed at the wall and ordered him, "Jump back again!"

The child backed up a few steps, ran up the wall, and disappeared over the wall by stepping on the bricks as if walking on the ground. The reporters flashed their flashes and applauded, and finally said together: "President Xiao personally show us one."

I waved my hand and smiled and said, "Little bugs are not worth promoting. Haha, they are not worth promoting." I cursed inwardly: It's a **** run against people, even if I can climb up, how can I get down?

For fear they will continue to let me demonstrate. I hurried people into the car and continued walking. Before five minutes had passed, John and Jim suddenly screamed. I hurriedly followed their gazes and saw that on the previous section of the wall, it was painted messy and dripping with ink, and I said to my heart: This is finally a dark corner, it's worthy of excitement. Is it like this?

Before the car stopped, John rushed down and patted the wall wildly. I said bitterly: "John, you have to understand, after all, this wall is too long. Management can't keep up, and the children can't be naughty. Thing..."

John grabbed my shoulder and shouted, "Do you know how many artists will be here?"

Jim also yelled while filming, "Yes. It's not inferior to the Berlin Wall. You see how creative the children are."

I look at the wall. Look at these two people again, oh, didn't you want to expose our ground? Co-author Westerners will think of the artistic level when they see ghostly smeared things.

But the wall is really fun. The tallest one closest to me is probably the work of senior students. It is written in lines: The buns in the cafeteria are too big today; I don’t know who wrote in large seals: I think it’s okay. ; Next, write in lower case: What number did the host say today? Finally, cursive script: this post should sink...

Next to this line of posts, someone opened a column of paintings with a picture of a child with a frustrated expression. It was marked next to it: Today I was scolded by Teacher Cheng for not working hard, and I must work hard in the future. The style looks like Yan Pai. The next child drew a contemptuous expression, marking: Teacher Cheng generally doesn't scold people. It seems that you really don't work hard. Below is a picture of a maid, marked with an arrow: Our teacher Wang (probably a female teacher who teaches cultural classes) said not to scribble on the wall... This looks a bit like a student of Wu Daozi.

Of course, in addition to these artistic content, there are also a lot of children's graffiti, but fortunately our school style is simple and honest, there is no such content as "Wang Xiaohong is a dog", "Li Erdan is a king eight", "Zhang Xiaohua updates too slow".

In response to the various problems of this wall, I have had a headache for a long time when I read www.uukanshu.com. I once wanted to tear it down. The real Berlin Wall and the Great Wall can’t be guarded against, let alone this area. It faces a brick wall, but the Berlin Wall and the Great Wall later seemed to have important other meanings. Simply, I stipulate: This wall will continue to serve as the function of blocking the old and new campuses, but if you can skip it by your own ability, you can forget the blame. (I can’t blame it.) Second, in addition to swearing, students can freely create on the wall. The wall is cleaned once a month, and the best works selected every week can be kept for one month... So, this block is up to me. The proposed construction site "Yucai Wall" later became a scene and unique feature of cultivating talents. So much so that even Zhang Zeduan changed his mind, and he planned to reproduce the full version of "A Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival" on the wall of Yucai.

Finally, we gathered all the students to perform a collective martial arts performance in the Qinglong martial arts ground, and finally realized the scene John expected. Lao Zhang, who went to rest halfway, arrived again. Amidst the nine days of screaming and killing, Lao Zhang was solemn and solemn. Gleefully rushed down and beckoned, leaving the classic last old warlord's gesture on Yucai's beloved land.

A week later, Lao Zhang died for a long time. I erected a grand monument for him in front of Yucai’s main entrance. In addition to explaining his identity and name, there was only one comment, which was a poem from Li Bai’s "Xia Ke Xing":

It's not ashamed to be a hero in the world.