But drink so much in the morning?

In addition to the smell of alcohol, this man's appearance is not flattering.

The hair was scattered behind his back, sticking together one by one, and it was conservatively estimated that he hadn't washed it for a month.

He was wearing a dirty robe with a large yellow stain on the front.

The shoes he wore looked like they had walked through the mud, with a hard crust on the surface, and his thumbs were completely exposed.

This is their master, a powerhouse in the innate realm, Zhang Yilu?

"Ah, sit...... Sit. ”

Zhang Yilu sat on the stool, grinned at Yang Shuang, and said inarticulately.

"Master Zhang, I'm a new disciple, my name is ......"

Wu Song stood up and introduced himself to Zhang Yilu, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yilu was already planted on the lectern, sleeping soundly, and the sound of snorting was earth-shattering.

"Senior sister, I understand why the other senior brothers are leaving. ”

Wu Song sat down dejectedly, and the freshness of the freshman enrollment was completely washed away by Zhang Yilu's wine at the moment.

Zhang Yilu was so drunk that he left him alone, it is estimated that he would dare to sleep in the classroom for a day.

Wu Song and Gangfeng lifted Zhang Yilu, led the way by Yang Shuang, and sent him back to his residence.

Looking at Yang Shuang's familiar appearance, she used to send Zhang Yilu with other brothers and sisters.

The rest of the time, the three of them chatted in the classroom, and soon the three of them became friends and learned a little about their respective situations.

Yang Shuang is sixteen years old this year, and looking at the entire martial arts academy, she can be regarded as young.

She was not a formal disciple who had passed the entrance examination, but had been sent in by a sect called the Qingyingmen Sect hundreds of miles away.

She is a closed disciple of the master of the Qing Hades Gate, but for some reasons, the Qing Hades Gate cannot give her a comprehensive teaching, so the Qing Hades Gate Master relied on private friendship and sent her to the Martial Academy.

She came to the martial arts academy three months ago, and the only new thing she learned in three months was not to tell a drunk person that he had drunk too much.

"Your master didn't have time to teach you, so he sent you to Zhang Yilu's door?"

Wu Song couldn't help but laugh.

"Alas, I don't know what Master thinks, but Master Zhang is still fine in other aspects except for not attending classes. ”

Yang Shuang sighed, a trace of sadness appeared on his little face.

"Yes, he drinks beautifully every day, and when he comes to the teacher, he falls asleep, and he doesn't have to worry about him training. But if a master doesn't even attend classes, can this still be considered a master?"

Wu Song shook his head again and again, and couldn't help but think that he was assigned to such a master, was it the third prince who was doing ghosts behind his back?

"It's okay to sit here, Master is not here, let's practice by ourselves, let's go, let's go to the training ground. ”

Rigid air ducts.

When the three of them came to the testing ground, they could see that the master was leading their respective groups to practice. If a student does something wrong, Master will correct it in time. The student is psychologically fragile, and he can't do it right again and again, and he cries when he is angry, and the master will comfort him with gentle words.

On the other hand, the three of them are like wild children without parents.

"Yo, Xiao Shuang, are you still under the hands of the drunkard? ”

A group was running around the field, and when they passed by the three of them, one of the teenagers said loudly to Yang Shuang, it seemed that he was one of the disciples who had turned away.

When the young man said this, the mood of the three of them became even more gloomy.

After a hasty practice in the proving grounds, the three of them went home.

During the day in the martial arts courtyard, Wu Song had been worried about Yun Rong.

Last night was supposed to be her first time drunk, and she didn't know how to feel bad when she woke up. In addition, it was her reaction when she admired the moon last night that Wu Song couldn't put her mind at ease.

When she returned to her residence, Yun Rong was sitting in the courtyard, carving her statue again.

This time, the statue is a strange looking ship, and it is said to be strange because in addition to the regular facilities, the big ship has a row of wing-like sails on each side of the ship, and I don't know what it is used for.

"Yunrong, when did you wake up, how did you feel, and did you have a headache?"

Wu Song came to Yun Rong's side and said with concern.

"I woke up early in the morning and my head didn't hurt. What happened to me last night? I just remember listening to you talking, and then I thought I had fallen asleep and had a strange dream, but I don't remember anything at all. ”

Yun Rong was a little puzzled.

"You got drunk yesterday, and blame me, you shouldn't have let you drink so much. Yun Rong, you don't remember anything about the aftermath of last night?"

Wu Song always felt that Yun Rong's reaction on the mountain last night was a little strange, and he wondered if Yun Rong had something in his heart. But Yun Rong didn't seem to remember anything, so he didn't want to ask again.

"I don't remember. ”

Yun Rong said.

"If you don't remember, you can't remember, let's go, let's go to the Martial Arts Tavern and introduce you to a little sister, but you can't drink anymore this time." ”

Wu Song had already made an appointment with Gangfeng and them, and they would meet together in the Wuyuan Tavern in the evening to introduce Yang Shuang to everyone.

"Well, can you just drink a little bit?"

After thinking about it very seriously, Yun Rong still couldn't resist the temptation of fruit wine and pleaded.

"Okay, just a little. ”

In the face of Yun Rong's request, Wu Song couldn't bear to refuse, naturally whatever she said was what she said.

Yang Shuang has a cheerful personality and a cute person, and he quickly mingles with everyone. She especially likes Yun Rong, a sister, she is called amiable, and solemnly announced that she and Yun Rong will be sisters in the future.

Yun Rong also liked this little sister very much, although he didn't understand what it meant, he still agreed to Yang Shuang in one bite.

Li Fatzi was beside him, "Yang Shuang, since you recognize Yunrong as your sister, why don't you hurry up and call Wu Song's brother-in-law?"

"Oh, you guys...... That's the kind of relationship you have...... Hello brother-in-law!"

Don't look at Yang Shuang's small person, he understands everything, his stomach is full of bad water, and he immediately followed Li Kun's words.

"Fat Li, what are you talking nonsense? And you, Yang Shuang, at a young age, why don't you learn well?"

Wu Song is full of helplessness, a fat man Li is enough for a headache, and now there is a quirky Yang Shuang, the two of them sing and harmonize, how will they live in the future?

"Wu Song, why did you become a brother-in-law?"

Yun Rong adheres to the spirit of diligence and inquiry, and asks questions whenever he doesn't understand something, which can be described as adding fuel to the fire and making up for it ruthlessly.

"Yunrong, that's the case, I'll explain it to you.."

"Sister, this is the case..."

How could Li Fatzi and Yang Shuang let go of this opportunity, the gossip heart was burning, and they immediately pestered Yun Rong to talk endlessly.

"Come, Brother Gangfeng, let's go together. ”

Wu Song was full of black lines, and these three people had no choice but to borrow wine to drown their sorrows.

For several days, Zhang Yilu came to the classroom on time in the morning, and after greeting Yang Shuang, he fell asleep on the podium on time, and then was sent back to his residence by Wu Song and the others.

Every time Wu Song and Gangfeng didn't have time to say hello, Zhang Yilu was already snoring loudly.

Therefore, Zhang Yilu never realized that he had two more disciples.

It wasn't until five days later that Zhang Yilu saw Wu Song and the others after greeting Yang Shuang, and said vaguely, "You guys...... It's new ......."

"Hello Master, my name is ......"

Wu Song was halfway through speaking, only to hear a plop, Zhang Yilu had already fallen asleep on the floor.

Well, Wu Song has completely given up letting Zhang Yilu know himself.

After sending Zhang Yilu back to his residence, Wu Song and the others returned to the classroom and continued their self-study.

Soon, a master walked into the classroom and said, "What about your master?"

"Our master is Mr. Zhang Yilu, he has something to do, do you have anything to do with him?"

Wu Song said.

"When your master comes, give him this thing. ”

The master put down a letter and left.

The three of them came to the podium and looked at the letter.

The envelope is printed with the image of the representative of the Martial Academy, that is, the letter is an official notice from the Martial Academy.

The envelope was not sealed, and the three of them looked at each other, all of them had the same thoughts.

"Anyway, Master Zhang Yilu will tell us the content after reading it, so let's take a look at it first. ”

Wu Song opened the envelope, and there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside, with only three lines of words on it.

To the effect that an ancient ruin was discovered, the Martial Academy wanted to select a class to go to the ruins for a trial, and let the masters of each class go to the ancestral hall of the Martial Academy for a meeting.

After reading the letter, the three of them looked at each other, and then Yang Shuang let out a scream, "Are we going to the ancient ruins for a trial?"

"It doesn't have to be us, it's not settled yet. ”

The wind is the calmest, and the analysis is one by one.

"Anyway, let's go to Zhang Yilu first and hand over this letter to him. ”

Wu Song said that it was possible to go to the ancient ruins for a trial, and of course he was very happy. But when he thought of Zhang Yilu, he didn't dare to hold any hope.

Zhang Yilu's residence is the same as his people, very sloppy.

For a congenital realm powerhouse like Zhang Yilu, the residence allocated by the Martial Academy is generally a courtyard, which is enough for a family.

But I don't know why, Zhang Yilu's residence is a small house, with no yard, kitchen, toilet and other configurations, only one bedroom.

This house is nested next to a warehouse in the martial arts, and those who don't know it think it's a storage room.

According to rumors, Zhang Yilu took the initiative to ask the Martial Academy to let him live here.

The house was piled up with all sorts of things, up to the roof. These things can be roughly divided into two categories, one is the carcasses, organs, and bones of various animals, and the other is all kinds of bottles and jars, which contain unknown pills.

Among those animals, there are ordinary beasts, demon beasts, and a few corpses in jars, which seem to be demon generals.

I don't know why Zhang Yilu collected such animal corpses, but he was originally a weird person, and it was reasonable to do such a strange thing.

The smell of blood from the corpse, the smell of the elixir, the smell of Zhang Yilu's wine, and the smell of sweat and feet mixed together to form a pungent stench that filled the entire room.

"No, two junior brothers, you can wake up Master, I'm going out to breathe. ”

Yang Shuang stayed in the house for a while, then he couldn't bear it anymore and fled outside.