Saturday came, around five o'clock, three buses stopped at the gate of the campus, and Chen Ming and other Wuhumen disciples got on the bus one after another.

"Once a month, the first month of the month to perform martial arts...... Suddenly, a little nostalgia came up. Chen Ming sighed that compared to the time in school, being in the sect made him feel more at ease.

There's not a lot of deceit, there's not so much flattery. The people around you seem to be wearing masks, and when you are cowardly, they will come up to taunt you, and when you are strong, they will put on a smile and stammer.

"Among the disciples of the literary department, it is estimated that you are the only one who will say that. Li Siyuan sighed, "See, many seniors don't look like they've woken up." ”

Students from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school all return on this day, some have studied at this school for three years, some for five or six years.

In the past few years, many people have changed a lot, or they are slowly growing up while integrating into the city little by little. Growth comes at a cost. And growth is not necessarily positive.

"There are many bad and good, it can only be said that the strategy of Wuhumen in the third middle school can no longer keep up with the times. Chen Ming sighed.

"It's not something we can decide...... Oh, by the way, your master is Xiao Yi......" Li Siyuan was about to complain when he remembered that there was someone behind Chen Ming.

Xiao Yi has already stood out among Xiao Yan's disciples, and the disciples of other elders are not comparable, as long as it takes a few more years, it is very likely that he will become the next leader.

At that time, Chen Ming will be the true disciple of the head of the sect and the alternate head of the next session. The key is his excellence, and it is estimated that no one can compare. Unless in the next ten years, he suddenly has some changes, resulting in the loss of the position of leader.

"Forget it, I don't bother to care about so many ......" Chen Ming shook his head, he didn't want to waste too much time on this.

The key is that he is very aware of his abilities, more in academic and research aspects, and is also proficient in others, but he does not intend to put too much energy on this.

The atmosphere in the car was very dreary, and it seemed that many people were sleeping in the cage. It would take about an hour's drive to return to the sect from here, so many disciples were actually catching up on sleep.

"Why don't you sleep?" Chen Ming looked at Li Siyuan, and the few members of the Five Tigers Martial Arts Club around him also didn't sleep.

"No, I'm used to waking up so early. Li Siyuan shook her head, although it was only ten days, but after exercising every day and arranging sleep reasonably, she found that she was indeed in a much better spirit than before.

Even if she gets up at five o'clock now, she won't look half-asleep and half-awake, at most she will be completely refreshed after washing her face.

"There are still fifty minutes left, you can't sit empty, right?" Chen Ming said with a smile.

"Then let's chat casually?" Li Siyuan's eyes rolled.

"Yes!" several others agreed.

So the whole bus, the back part of the chatter, but the front is lifeless, which is distinct, which makes the driver in charge of driving can't help but sigh.

The one who can be the driver of this bus must also be a disciple of the Five Tigers, but he belongs to the martial arts disciples, eats under the command of the Qian Helm Lord, and picks up and drops off these literary disciples once a month.

In the past two years, he could feel that the literary disciples, especially the literary disciples of the third middle school, were indeed getting worse and worse. Look at the previous part of the disciples, this is the norm in the last two years.

This year, however, there are a few different things going on behind the car. It is precisely because of the contrast that it makes people feel emotional.

Now that it's only the first month of school, who can guarantee that the next few literary disciples will not become the same as the previous ones?

After an hour's drive, the surrounding scenery slowly began to become familiar. At this time, Chen Ming didn't chat with others anymore, just looked at the scenery outside.

Slowly, the outline of a village appeared in sight, and for some reason, he actually felt like home.

He was born in Xujia Village, where he was born and raised. But what really makes him feel at home, is here. And in Xujia Village, there is only one old man, who is worth his attention.

When the car entered the village, the doorman at the entrance of the village did not stop it, and it was obvious that he was used to having a car come every month.

"There are still ten minutes to go, go over and gather immediately!" As soon as I got off the bus, the disciples arranged by the Five Tigers came over to announce that these were all disciples who had already left the school.

"Good ......" When the disciples of the literary department heard this, they immediately beat their spirits, and then ran quickly towards the martial arts arena.

Time was pressing, and even Chen Ming couldn't slack off, so he quickly ran towards the square. When they arrived there, the martial arts disciples had already been assembled, and there were also disciples between six and twelve years old who were still studying in the sect.

"Welcome President!" As soon as they arrived, a neat shout suddenly came from the crowd, gathering everyone's attention.

A team of about 1,000 people, all of whom were martial arts disciples, came to Chen Ming and saluted him.

"You ...... Why is it such a big battle?" Chen Ming looked at these familiar faces in front of him, his eyes were a little moist.

"Hehe, how about our welcome ceremony?" Yang Xiong walked up, "We will welcome you like this every month when you come back in the future!"

"At a glance, I know that it was your idea, and I will dare to go to the ring later, I want to see how your level is. Chen Ming joked, inviting the battle by the way.

"I also want to know, has your level regressed!" Yang Xiong smiled, this invitation to fight was exactly what he wanted.

"What's the situation over there?" On the side of the disciples of the Literature Department, many people are very strange, and it is really a bit strange that a team of nearly a thousand people went to welcome someone.

"They are from the Wenqu Study Club, the most famous study club among the martial arts disciples. Someone recognized this study club, "It's just that the president they welcomed seems to be a disciple of our literature department......"

"Chen Ming, a first-year student, was the one who represented the school in the individual battle of the competition before. Someone also recognized Chen Ming, "He is actually the president of the Wenqu Learning Club?"

"He is also the president of our Five Tigers Martial Arts Club!" Wang Sheng said proudly, finally having a chance to pretend to be forced.

"This junior brother is not simple...... "Not to mention the first year of high school, the seniors of the second and third years of high school are all a little moved.

What does this mean, they know very well in their hearts, this junior brother, could it be that he is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs?!

"Alright, assemble!" the elder shouted from above, and for those in their fifties, the sound was still deafening, and there was no need for a megaphone. People who practice martial arts are full of energy, and this is really not a joke.

"Martial arts at the beginning of the month, start!" As everyone stood up one after another, the head said a few words, and the elder began to announce.