It was an old scholar with gray hair, white beard and a high crown who drank Xiao Yong, and when he shouted, people floated in front of Xiao Yong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The old scholar folded the fan in his hand, pointed at him tremblingly, and said with a trembling white beard: "Are you not arrogant or impatient in your studies? What are you learning calmly and calmly? Running? As a student, as a scholar, you actually run around in disregard of your self-cultivation! Answer the old decay, which temple are you!"

The old scholar floated in, and the imprisoning power on Xiao Yong's body dissipated, although he was stunned by the old scholar's words, but seeing that he was a lot older, he still hugged his fists and saluted, and replied respectfully: "Old gentleman, I am a student of the Ink Hall of the Ink Appreciation Hall." ”

The old scholar was slightly stunned, and then he was furious: "What a bunch of nonsense! Nonsense! Ink Palace? That the Hall of the End of the Minute can teach the students of the second layer of Qi refining in six days?"

The old scholar immediately suddenly, even Gao Guan trembled with anger: "Good for you to be a descendant! I am afraid of being scolded by the old man, so I actually lied! Where do you put the heart of righteousness? Where do you put the spirit of Haoran? You, you...... You read the book of the sages in vain!"

told the truth but was not believed, Xiao Yong smiled helplessly, and said: "Old man, I didn't lie, I really am a student of the Ink Palace, I am called ......"

"I'm me!" The old scholar was so angry that his whole body trembled: "You are a scholar! You call yourself a young student, a descendant, a junior, a young man, a small ke!" Also, a scholar should wear a fan and a jade, but you wear a broken knife and wear a ...... Wear a paperweight!"

The old scholar can imprison Xiao Yong's figure in one sentence, and he is obviously also a monk, Xiao Yong is not afraid that he will be angry, and asked: "I have used me since I was a child, why do I have to be something else? The knife is my blade, and the paperweight is my brush weapon, why can't I wear it?"

The old scholar said in a straight voice: "Because you are a disciple of the Zhihua Sect, because you are a student of Congyi Hall!"

Xiao Yong pointed to the storage bag pinned to his waist and sighed lightly: "Old man, please see clearly, Mo Dian, Xiao Yong, I really don't belong to Yitang." ”

The old scholar was slightly stunned, and returned to a little normal, but then his eyes turned red, and his breath was in a hurry: "Good you bastard, you actually snatched the things of your classmates in the ink hall, you have no vision, you have no ambition!

The old scholar opened the folding fan in his hand, drilled out a few black dots from it, and rushed towards Xiao Yong.

Xiao Yong didn't know what they were, but inferred from the words "they should really be punished" that they were not good things, so he immediately took out the paperweight and patted it.

"Whisk!"

Bravely slapped into the air, and the black dots flew through the paperweight to the back of his hand, revealing its appearance, and it was three numbers: seven, four, and nine.

"Seventy-forty-nine, it turned out to be seven hundred and forty-nine...... "Sad sigh, the old scholar's expression turned again, and said seriously: "Seventy-forty-nine, you have made a lot of mistakes, and you will be imprisoned in the 'Hall of Reflection' from the Yitang to be punished, if you want to come out, you will reflect on the old decay!"

Xiao Yong had no faults, so he didn't want to reflect on it, but the old scholar moved too fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he was brought into the hall of reflection.

The ink hall is a hall, and the hall of reflection also has a hall, and it should also be a hall, but in fact, it is an old small pavilion, but there is a cloth banner in front of the pavilion, and there are three words written on it: "reflection hall".

And the so-called "punishment" of the old scholar is not to draw a brave ruler, nor to confine him up, but to preach and preach.

Looking and listening, Xiao Yong suddenly felt that the old scholar was extremely pitiful, and he didn't mention the question of whether he had any faults, but turned his chatter to the confiding of the lonely old man.

But the content of the chatter is preaching after all, listening to it for a long time, making people sleepy, Xiao Yong inevitably dozed off, took out the manuscript of the earth ball technique, and looked through it to study.

The Earth Ball Technique is a low-level spell, and it does not require much to cast, as long as there is a certain amount of spiritual power in the body.

The way it is cast is not difficult, with the spiritual power that operates with the corresponding spell, and with the not too complicated seal, it can condense the earth ball.

Xiao Yong followed a few attempts, and a ball of soil the size of an egg was condensed by him.

The texture is soft and the weight is light, the power of such a soil ball is far less than that of a stone of the same size, and it is a waste of spiritual power and time to cast it, Xiao Yong can't help but wonder the value of such a spell.

Xiao Yong was puzzled, and the old scholar was even more puzzled.

"How can this future student learn such a low-end spell as the Earth Ball Technique?" the old scholar's white beard moved slightly, and he thought of a possibility: "He...... It can't really be a student of the Ink Temple, right?"

If it is a student from the Yi Hall, even if he only has a second-level cultivation of Qi refining, he can still have dozens of spells for him to choose from when he goes to the Ten Thousand Scroll Pavilion, although it also includes more than a dozen of the spells that Xiao Yong has seen, but the rest are all more sophisticated spells.

No one would choose a clever spell but choose the existence of the last stream, unless they don't have the right to choose, or...... This person is stupid.

Xiao Yong was scolded for being stupid.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who knows that idiot over there?"

"Which side? Uh-huh? Earth Ball Technique? Stupid and idiotic!"

The old scholar has no name and no surname, alias Gong Yi Lao Sheng, because of his paranoia and near foolishness, he is nicknamed Gong Yi Lao Fool.

Gong Yi is one of the teachers from Yitang, but he has no qualifications to teach and solve doubts, so he can only rely on a magic weapon to bully new students.

However, as early as the first day of the students' enrollment, the teachers of the various halls told the students of each hall that they could use their own tokens to break the power of the magic weapon of the old students of Gong Yi.

Xiao Yong is dressed in the costume of Congyitang, in the eyes of those Congyitang students, he is naturally a classmate, and naturally has a token to break the power of the magic weapon, and with this token, he stays with the old student of Gongyi, and in their minds, he can only come voluntarily.

Volunteering to stay with Gong Yi Lao Sheng is not stupid, because Gong Yi Lao Sheng also has cultivation and understands spells, if the method is right, he can also deceive one or two.

can deceive an earth ball technique, which only a fool would do.

"Perhaps...... It's because he has just been cultivated, and he hasn't been to the Ten Thousand Scrolls Pavilion yet, so he doesn't know the meager value of the Earth Ball Technique. ”

"No, no, don't you see that he has the manuscript of the Ten Thousand Scrolls Pavilion in his hand? It means that he has been to the Ten Thousand Scrolls Pavilion. ”

"Have you been there and learned earth balls? Haha! You say...... Could it be that his mother wanted to drink medicine to abort him when she was pregnant with him, but he didn't die, but it hurt his brain! Or his father and mother were idiots, and he was born a fool with them!"

In response to the student's words, a ball of dirt smashed him in the face and made him look smeared.

The earth ball is smashed bravely, and he does not allow anyone to insult his father, but whoever insults, hum!

Xiao Yong put away the transcript, got up and ran out, and while his face was pasted, he was pumping back, pounding his chest and abdomen, and sending him to his knees.

Xiao Yong shot too fast, and the student fell to his knees and screamed, and his classmates reacted and were furious.

Gong Yi Lao Sheng was also shocked, but he was not angry, he was sad and screamed: "Bastard posterity! The old man preached to you for a long time, why didn't you listen to it at all? You actually hurt people, you ...... You're so angry!"

Xiao Yong snorted coldly: "He scolded my father and my mother, I should be beaten!"

It's not right to beat people, it's even more wrong to scold people's fathers and mothers, Gong Yi is paranoid about etiquette and law, and for a while, I don't know how to answer.

He didn't know, but Jiang Wenqin, the student who was beaten, did.

"I am one of the four juniors of the Yunxin Palace, the immortal path is bright, don't say scolding your father and mother, even your father and mother are here, I beat them, and you can't do anything to me!" Jiang Wenqin stood up in pain, wiped the soft mud on his face, stared at Xiao Yong angrily, and gritted his teeth: "But if you do it, you will have to pay a painful price!"

Jiang Wenqin flicked his wrist, and a picture scroll appeared in his hand, and he unfolded the picture scroll to display a hideous-looking praying mantis painted on it.

"This is called the broken wood mantis, as the name suggests, this kind of praying mantis can cut trees with a single slash. Jiang Wenqin's face was proud and cold: "I watched it for four days and then painted it, although it was limited by the realm, it did not let it have the power of broken wood, but it can also have the ...... to cut through your skin."

"Bang!"

Xiao Yong stepped closer and punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground in a coma with his eyes full of Venus.

"If you want to do it, be sharp, talk nonsense, and be one of the four handsome?"

Although Jiang Wenqin is stupid, his paintings can catch people's eyes, even if he is brave and does not know how to paint, he can also see that the broken wood mantis in his paintings has a trace of fresh charm.

But Xiao Yong didn't take his scroll, because of his more vivid stone reliefs.

Seeing that Xiao Yong stunned Jiang Wenqin so disregarding the rules of fighting, Jiang Wenqin's classmates were completely furious.

"Okay, you bastard!

These classmates also have picture scrolls, which are appreciated by Jiang Wenqin, and the paintings on the paintings are also broken wood mantises, but the obvious fresh charm is worse.

They exhibited the scrolls, did not dare to talk nonsense, urged spiritual power, and entered the paintings.

There is a fog in front of the painting, slowly condensing the appearance of a broken wood mantis, until it is completely condensed, it is the size of a palm, and the fresh charm is equivalent to that on the painting.

But before they could attack, they struck before they struck

Draw the knife, cut upward, sweep obliquely, stab straight, slash vertically...... There are a few pictures drawn, and a few tricks are made with the knife.

As a result, all the scrolls were damaged, and all the broken wood mantis disappeared.

As a result, those classmates were stupid or stupid, injured or troublesome, because this picture scroll was a good magic weapon for them.

Gong Yi didn't look at those picture scrolls, he looked at the courage and the knife in his hand.

"This afterlife...... How can you look like a person in the green forest who has killed a lot?" Gong Yi Laosheng's face was cold: "This is not good! The scholar is even far away, how can the killing be close?"

Gong Yi Laosheng got up and walked out of the small pavilion, and he was about to preach to Xiao Yong again, suddenly perceiving one thing, a folding fan in his hand, his body flew forward, and then another fan, a strange wind came out, and Xiao Yong didn't know where he flew.

And the next moment, a figure flew in, swept his eyes at Jiang Wenqin, who was unconscious on the ground, and then looked at the damaged picture scroll in the hands of his classmates, glared at Gong Yi Laosheng, and asked, "Old fool, what's going on?"

The person who flew in was a scholar with a face like a crown of jade, he was one of several teachers in the Yunxin Palace, and he valued Jiang Wenqin quite a lot.

Gong Yi Lao Sheng trembled and replied angrily: "What's the matter? The old man still wants to ask you what's the matter! Why does this student hurt people as soon as he comes? You also curse people's fathers and mothers, haven't you taught them that they also have virtue in their mouths?"

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