It's a remote village away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where people plow at sunrise and rest at sunset. Every day is busy, but it is also fulfilling.

Although the daily work has changed the faces of the villagers, it has also purified their hearts. In this seemingly isolated village, there is not so much deceit, right and wrong, and the simple smiling faces of the villagers are everywhere.

The people of the village are very proud, because a few years ago, a teacher of some age stayed here and set up a school with the help of the villagers.

It is said to be a school, but it is actually a wooden house, and the ingenious men in the village have made more than a dozen sets of tables and chairs and placed them in it.

The people of the village have lived here for generations, and they have never entered a big town, have never seen the world, and have never come into contact with scholars, and in their eyes, reading is a very noble thing, so not only do they send the younger children of the family over, but occasionally when the farm is not working, they also come to listen to the gentleman's lectures. Over time, many people in the village were able to chew on those two sentences.

The school was run with the help of the villagers, and the textbooks were all engraved on the wooden tablets by the teacher.

Strange to say, this teacher did not need any remuneration for running a school, only the villagers provided him with three meals a day. Therefore, the villagers have great respect for this teaching gentleman.

Even sometimes there are some conflicts between neighbors, and the village chief can mediate, and Mr. Jiaoshu can settle it with a word.

The sound of a wheelchair clattering stopped outside the school.

Listening to the awkward but extremely serious reading aloud of the children in the school, the white-clothed young man in the wheelchair smiled elegantly, took out the paper and spread it on a three-foot-square wooden board on the wheelchair, and concentrated on taking notes.

The four people from the north, south, east and west stood around the young man in white, protecting him in the middle.

The young man in white waved his hand and said softly, "It's okay, let's listen to Mr. teach." ”

Inside the hall, it is full of vitality. Outside the hall, a warm breeze blows.

The teacher gave a few words to the children and walked out.

"It's rude to have a distinguished guest visit, and I haven't greeted him from afar. "Mr. Teach made a gift for the reader to meet the reader.

The young man in white returned the salute and said with a smile: "The juniors passed through here and delayed the teaching of the juniors, which is rude for the juniors." ”

Mr. Teaching nodded, and asked with a smile, "The son of the Sword Pavilion?"

The young man in white was stunned for a moment, nodded yes, and then said questioningly: "May I ask how the seniors saw it?"

Mr. Teaching smiled and pointed to the four people behind the white-clothed young man: "The four sword spirits in the east, west, south, and north, the old man has seen them in Jian Wushuang." ”

"Do you know my father?" After the young man in white asked, he suddenly woke up and looked solemn, and folded his hands, sat in a wheelchair and bowed, and said: "Junior Jianfan, meet the evil seniors! ”

"The vision is good, better than Wushuang. Mr. Teaching nodded, but looked at the leg of the white-clothed Jianfan and said: "I'm in a hurry, although it can't be resolved, but it's a hidden danger after all." ”

The white-clothed young man Jian Fan looked calm and said calmly: "It's true that I'm in a hurry, but the time is too short, there are too many things to do, and there is no way." ”

Mr. Teach smiled and shook his head, not saying anything more. There are some things that you can't just comment on in depth as an outsider, so just stop when you click on them.

The Sword Pavilion in Mr. Teaching's mouth, the full name is the Eastern Wilderness Sword Pavilion, which is one of the three major forces in the Eastern Wilderness Realm, and it is also a holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators in the world. The disciples recruited by the Sword Pavilion are all sword-based soul cultivators with excellent talents, so the number is not very large, only about a thousand.

Due to the fact that there are too few disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and the rest of the forces are constantly rising, the status of the Sword Pavilion is now a little unstable.

Since hundreds of years ago, after several accidents in the Sword Pavilion one after another, the strength of the Sword Pavilion has declined a little.

The pavilion master was attacked while going out, and he was seriously injured in the battle and has not yet recovered. Several Sword Pavilion elders plotted against each other to cause civil strife in the Sword Pavilion, and in order to calm the civil strife, the vitality of the Sword Pavilion was greatly damaged. The leader of the middle generation, Jian Wushuang, cultivated for no reason, and was completely destroyed.

The Sword Pavilion is a cursed sect, and it is rumored that the Sword Pavilion had made a deal with the demon in the early days, and what they paid was the long lifespan of a cultivator, and what they got was a strength that could be quickly improved.

I don't know if the rumors are true or not, but the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, it is true that no one can live past five thousand years old. Some people say that this is not a curse at all, but the drawbacks that exist in the Sword Pavilion's cultivation method that is different from that of ordinary cultivators.

The specific reason, I'm afraid most Sword Pavilion disciples won't know.

However, fortunately, among the younger generation of disciples of the Sword Pavilion, there are several talented and good faces, among them, there is Jian Wuji's son, Jian Fan.

It's a pity that Jian Fan has had leg problems since he was a child and can only use a wheelchair to walk.

Mr. Teaching pulled over a chair, sat down and chatted with Jian Fan.

"When you were born, I also went to the Sword Pavilion. Now, it seems like thirteen or fourteen years. Mr. Teaching smiled.

"The seniors can do this, and that is a blessing for the younger generations. The kid is indeed fourteen this year. "Jian Fan behaved elegantly, spoke properly, and did not have the slightest twist in the face of his predecessors.

"It's a pity, those hypocrisies in your Sword Pavilion don't welcome me very much, and they just sent me out of the door with a sword. ”

Mr. Teach happily discusses his own affairs with a junior, without the slightest posture as an elder.

Jian Fan smiled and didn't argue for the elders in the door.

"How is Wushuang doing?" asked Mr. Teach.

Seeing that Mr. Jiaoshu mentioned his father's name, Jian Fan's expression darkened, but he still replied with a smile, "Senior Lao is worried, my father has been in good health recently, although he can't cultivate, but he farms and raises flowers every day, and he is also idle." ”

Mr. Teaching nodded, and said with some nostalgia: "Take it up, put it down, and be a good person! Now it's good to be a mortal, and you can feel at ease without those bad things in cultivation." ”

"Once you become a cultivator, you can't do anything, and you can't help yourself everywhere!"

Mr. Teaching sighed with emotion, but found that Jian Fan was looking at him with a strange look, laughed, and said: "I know what you are thinking, but how can there be so much arbitrariness in the world, how can there be so much wantonness!"

I picked up a branch and drew two circles on the ground, with the big circle covered by the small circle.

The branch was a little round in the center of the circle, and said, "This man likes to make some rules, and if you put yourself into this box, then these rules and regulations will bind you." ”

Then he pointed the branch to the big circle and said, "But if you want to jump out of your own rules, then there are still rules and regulations that others have added to you!

Listening to Mr. Teaching's words, Jian Fan had some understanding in his heart, and took the paper and pen as soon as he confessed.

The pen was extremely laborious, but Jian Fan's face was very calm.

The pen moved very slowly, and after a while, sweat began to appear on his face.

Mr. Teaching sat on the side and watched Jian Fan concentrate on painting, and he didn't say a word, just nodded slightly.

An hour passed, and the sweaty Jianfan was finally completed.

On the three-foot square paper, there was only one big circle, but when this circle was drawn, the sound of the sword made the north, south, east and west behind him frown slightly.

At this time, Jian Fan listened to the sound of the children in the hall reading, and he could faintly feel some fluctuations in the rhyme.