The next day, Meng Yanshan got up early in the morning, which made the little junior brother who got Meng Yanshan up very distressed. Why? Although it is very challenging to wake up Senior Brother Ruan every day, because Senior Brother Ruan gets up very late every time, it is also a very happy thing for him to miss the morning class every time, so that he can escape from Jing Xiuzi's magic sound piercing his ears.

"Senior brother, you're up." The little junior brother asked tremblingly.

"Well, it's hard to wake me up every day. Look at you haven't woken up yet, if you're okay, go back and sleep again, and if they want to ask, they will say I haven't gotten up yet. Meng Yanshan gesturefully patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

The little junior brother was moved there, although he lost the guessing boxing and was assigned to this task, but although Senior Brother Ruan has a strange personality, he has never bullied him, and today he still patted him on the shoulder and cared about him, this is the first time he has come to Qingshan that someone cares about him. In the heart of the little junior brother, Meng Yanshan's status suddenly rose to a height with the head of the family, and even had a tendency to far surpass. Meng Yanshan never knew that her small act would be so moving.

After Meng Yanshan finished breakfast, she went straight to the special class, and saw the Compulsory Son writing and painting there, and muttered two sentences to herself from time to time, Meng Yanshan fully played a humble and studious good student at this time, came to the Compulsory Child, bowed and said, "Good morning, mentor." ”

As soon as Bixiuzi looked up, he saw Meng Yanshan standing there obediently, with a decent smile on the corner of his mouth, listening to the pleasant voice, Bixiuzi was a little fluttering, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Isn't the class only going to be held tomorrow?" Is there something wrong? ”

One sentence instantly asked Meng Yanshan, what does it mean to only have classes tomorrow? Don't have to take classes today? Why didn't anyone sue him?

Compulsory Xiuzi looked at Meng Yanshan and explained with a puzzled look: "Qingshan's course, in the first month, metaphysics is one day, martial arts is one day, in the last two months, the course will be adjusted to, the selection is in the morning, the martial arts is in the afternoon, and the side hustle will be arranged every night, each subject is an hour, but according to the students' qualifications, the teacher will also adjust the time of the class." ”

It wasn't until now that Meng Yanshan understood that it should be the day to learn martial arts, but she ran to the side of metaphysics, isn't this a slap in the face of the martial arts teacher. Meng Yanshan now felt a throbbing pain in her heart, resisting the urge to scold, with a decent smile on her face, but the Mustard who watched it was creepy, "Dare to ask the instructor, where are the martial arts classes going to be taken." ”

"Martial arts are usually taught in the practice room, but I heard them say that the person who is in class today is Wu Xiuzi, and it is said that he wants to see how the system of this new batch of disciples is? Said to meet at the gate of Castle Peak......"

Meng Yanshan didn't wait for the compulsory cultivator to finish speaking, she heard a sentence gathered at the gate of Qingshan, and rushed towards the outside of Qingshan Gate, the result was that the direction was right, but she got lost in all directions, Meng Yanshan now wants to pull out the old guy who designed Qingshan, and beat him violently, why do you say why do you build this Qingshan so big, just build it so big, why don't you even have a sign, so he has been here for more than an hour, and he hasn't gone out.

"I said, why didn't you come to morning class today?"

"I, I, I ......"

"Don't use Senior Brother Ruan as an excuse every time, what kind of thing is he? There is no trace of mystic power on his body, isn't it just a master who is a third elder, and he actually uses chicken feathers as arrows. Give you two green onions, and you can still pretend to be an elephant. ”

"I don't look at myself either"

"I don't allow you to say that, Senior Brother Ruan." A timid voice, but still firmly defending the God in his heart. No one else is allowed to slander.

"Yo drink, I'll just say, what can you do to me?"

The voice of the omission came into Meng Yanshan's ears, but she didn't expect that the little disciple who woke up every day was called Xusong, although he was a little cowardly, but for the sake of being good to himself, he looked for him.

"He didn't dare to do anything to you, but I dare." An extremely arrogant tone is like a storm piercing people's eardrums, and people can't help but tremble their legs when they hear it.

Xu Song heard the familiar voice, and quickly turned around, and saw Meng Yanshan bathed in the sun, dressed in white as if exuding a faint golden light, like a fairy coming to the world, but in the eyes of the other people, it was tantamount to a demonic existence, and there was a charming smile on her elegant and fairy-like face.

"Why, wasn't it very imposing just now? Why are you dumb now? Meng Yanshan gently swayed the folding fan in her hand, and the words she asked were like asking, have you eaten today? So bland, but in the minds of others, it was tantamount to dropping a bomb.

"Senior Brother Ruan, Senior Brother Ruan, you don't care about the villain, just let us go." The man in Tsing Yi first admitted his mistake and apologized.

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Ruan, you treat us as a fart, let us go." The man in yellow also chimed in.

"Spare you?" Meng Yanshan slapped the fan in the palm of her hand one by one, and it was like Ling Chi everyone's heart, but Meng Yanshan seemed to like this feeling, neither spoke nor expressed, just looked at them with a smile, which made them furious. It seems that Qingshan is right to rumor that it is right to mess with the three elders rather than provoke the eldest prince Ruan.

"Didn't you say that I'm just a master with a backstage?"

"No, no." The crowd wants it like a rattle.

"Didn't you say that I don't have a trace of mystical power in me?"

"No, no."

"Don't you want me to let you go like a fart?"

"No, no."

"Huh? No, then let's go to the fourth uncle to comment? Look at what kind of punishment will be given to the disciples who criticize Elder Qingshan behind their backs, who do not respect their senior brother and do not love their junior brother? You said you were going to be sent to the Hall of Discipline? Or send it out the door? Or is it about abolishing Xuanli and expelling Qingshan? ”

"Senior Brother Ruan, Senior Brother Ruan, we were wrong."

"Really wrong?"

"We were really wrong and don't dare anymore."

"Okay, do you know what you're doing wrong?"

"I know, we will never dare to criticize the elders in the future, we will be respectful when we see our senior brother, and we will never bully Xusong again."

"Well, yes, for the sake of your good admitted, I'll treat you as a fart." Meng Yanshan waved her hand at them, and everyone felt a faint fragrance coming, and no one took it to heart, and ran away.

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother......"

"Senior brother, why can you let them go so lightly?" Xusong grumbled softly.

Meng Yanshan put away the folding fan in her hand and smiled evilly, "Am I the one who is obedient?" ”

Xu Song looked at Meng Yanshan in puzzlement, and heard a 'poof' not far away

"Damn, what did you kid eat? The fart stinks. ”

"Big brother, it's not me, I'm ......"

'Poof' 'Poof' 'Poof'

The sound of continuous farts is earth-shattering

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