Glutinous rice winced a little at the monk's roar, and felt a little stunned and ridiculous at his words.

She had never seen anyone so quibbling again, except for Huāmian. Moreover, huāmian is nothing more than a fallacy, but this monk is really so that people are completely confused about his thoughts.

If we follow the thinking of the monk who lives on the third floor, he thinks that the people in the night market do not listen to his persuasion and insist on opening the door at night to do business, which is deliberately trying to embarrass him and oppose him. In order not to make the people in the night market feel better, he also had to use a similar way to make the other party uneasy, so that he felt comfortable in his heart.

As for the monks next to him who were also disturbed by him, he didn't care. He always felt that since he didn't make a noise, and he didn't target the monks in the courtyard, they shouldn't be noisy.

"I'm not the noisiest myself, but I can't help it. If you don't do this, how can the night market be quiet?! Since I myself have been like this, and my son lives here with me, and I don't have a good night's rest, and I go to school outside during the day, and I will be affected. Hmph, you naturally don't care very much, I'm the only one doing good things here, and it's thankless. ”

Listening to him say this, Nuomi realized that he was not the only one living in his room, but also his child.

The school he said, glutinous rice knows. It's a bit similar to the secular school outside, and it's a unique thing in this Xianyi City. Because there are a lot of casual cultivators living in Xianyi City, after these casual cultivators marry wives and have children, the children may have spiritual roots on their bodies.

Such little babies, when they were too young, were still taken by these loose cultivators, some of them could not meet the standards for entering the sect, and some of them were unwilling to be asked by the elders to go to the sect, so in this Xianyi City, there were really a lot of young monks of considerable age.

Especially because of Jiao Suqing before, there were many monks younger than glutinous rice in this Xianyi City. Originally, these monks were scattered in various places outside, but now they finally entered this Xianyi City with a spirit stone, although they were not favored by Jiao Suqing, they were no longer willing to leave at will.

These little monks don't know how to cultivate, let alone spells, and the elders themselves don't have much ability to teach them well, so the school in this Xianyi City came into being.

There are even places to teach people to read and write, and they collect a certain amount of spirit stones every month, which is not much different from those secular schools outside. The only difference is that in these schools, you can learn a little bit of knowledge about cultivating immortals and cultivating the Dao. This knowledge is like the transmission of glutinous rice listening to it on Qingquan Peak, and some older monks will teach them some common knowledge in the immortal cultivation world.

As for exercises and spells, I didn't actually learn a lot, because it was just a place for small casual cultivation to go to school, and there were really some advanced things to be taught, but they were all things that even the miscellaneous disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect couldn't look down on. But even so, for these casual cultivators, it is already quite difficult to get into it. Even if it was just that, they still went willingly.

In addition, these small casual cultivators are very young, and most of their elders are secular people who suddenly discovered that they have the potential to cultivate immortals from secular life halfway, and when they treat these small casual cultivators, they are naturally the same as in the world, always afraid that when they are doing things outside, these small casual cultivators will cause some trouble without personal supervision.

With such an elementary school, there is finally someone to help take care of these little friars.

It is said that these schools are not completely useless, if you learn well in the academy and are found to have excellent spiritual roots, you will be recommended to the relevant sects or families. Naturally, there is a sect or family behind these schools, and when they see a small casual cultivator with good talent, they will not hesitate to take back the mountain gate.

For Nuomi, such a school was naturally unnecessary, and she occasionally passed by on the road, and when she saw a large group of young monks of her age playing inside, she would take a few curious glances.

She just didn't expect that the monk living on the top of the third floor would still have spare spirit stones to send the baby to the school. As far as she knows, the spirit stones that those schools have to pay every month are not small, and the monks in this courtyard probably know each other, and they also know how many spare spirit stones they have in their hands, but they really can't afford to be able to provide for a little baby to go to the school.

In this way, the monk was a capable man.

But even if that's the case, it can't be made to make noise during this kind of time.

Guo Yingwu pushed away the scattered cultivators around him, raised his head and yelled at the monk. The two stood at a distance from each other, one standing in the courtyard and the other behind the third-story windowsill, accusing each other. After all, Guo Yingwu is the nursing home in this courtyard, which is still different from those scattered cultivators.

Both of them used the spell of sound reinforcement, and the sound sounded like thunder in the courtyard, so noisy that Glutinous Rice couldn't help but smash his ears.

"I don't care if you have any reason or not." Guo Yingwu later got tired of arguing with the monk, and saw that the courtyard around him was lit up, and even many monks outside were looking blindly at this side, thinking about whether to come over and knock on the door for questioning, so he simply warned directly, "No matter what you are for, if you make a noise again at this time, I will just carry you and throw you out of the door!" ”

With Guo Yingwu, who was equivalent to a representative of the family, the monk who lived on the top of the third floor finally died down, muttering some complaints in his mouth, and finally closing the window.

The monks in the courtyard all stood a little worried, waited for a long time, and did not see the original noise sound again, then slowly relieved, each thanked Guo Yingwu, and then yawned and returned to the room.

The monks who had been looking at the lights all the way outside slowly turned off their lights and went back to sleep.

Nuomi watched from behind all the way, just pounding her ears and listening to the quarrel in front of her. After seeing that the people on the other side of the courtyard had finally slowly left, he also thought about returning to his room. Although she destroyed a fairy grass because of the monk's noise, looking back, she felt that she didn't practice enough and could not concentrate, which was also a big reason.

She was not good at arguing with others, and she knew that there was a little baby next to the other party, and at the beginning, the heart was blocked and wanted to ask the other party to compensate.

But as soon as she turned around, she was suddenly stopped by Guo Yingwu from behind.

Guo Yingwu didn't say anything more with Nuomi, but because the little steward told the two of them all the way, saying that Nuomi was a big benefactor and couldn't be offended lightly. Guo Yingwu was older than Song Qiu, and he was more tactful, so he turned around and specially explained a few words to Nuomi, and appeased Nuomi, promising that he would not make trouble with this person again.

Glutinous rice was originally a lenient one, where would he care about this, but he was solemnly appeased by Guo Yingwu, and he was a little flattered, and quickly turned around and thought that Guo Yingwu said that he didn't care.

After talking to Guo Yingwu like this, Nuomi learned about the situation of the monk in the room on the third floor.

The monk's name is Zhou Dong, a monk who only moved into this courtyard a few days ago, and he is also a monk who doesn't go out much, it is said that he is a talisman, every few days, a spirit beast will fly to the door and take away a batch of talismans from the window of his room. He paid a large number of spirit stones, and said a lot of good things to the little steward, and the little steward temporarily arranged a room for him that no one shared yet.

He was reluctant to rent a separate room like Nuomi, and he didn't want to be crowded with the monks who shared the room, so he begged the little steward to compromise a little.

When he first moved in, no one could see anything out of the ordinary. Because he didn't go out often, and he didn't go out to buy the liquid of glutinous rice like those who shared a house, glutinous rice never saw him at all.

Except for the few times he himself said that he went out to protest to the night market, no one really saw him go out again, and every day he only saw his son going back and forth to the school.

They never thought that Zhou Dong would do such an angry thing, and they were a little confused for a while.

Guo Yingwu was naturally afraid of glutinous rice, because of this matter, there was an estrangement in his heart. After making sure that the glutinous rice really didn't care too much, he breathed a sigh of relief, laughed with the glutinous rice again, and then sent the glutinous rice back to the door of the room.

Nuomi glanced back and saw that Guo Yingwu had no intention of leaving, so he asked curiously, "Aren't you going back to rest?" ”

Guo Yingwu smiled and said, "It's my turn to keep vigil today." In this courtyard, people are inseparable day and night. I'm meditating outside, and if something happens, I can hear you say hello. ”

Although Nuomi has been living in this courtyard for a long time, she really didn't know that there were people keeping vigil in the courtyard outside. Hearing Guo Yingwu say this, it was not easy to say anything, so he nodded at the moment, turned around and went back to the room to cover the door.

After the room was completely covered, Nuomi sighed deeply.

She really hoped that after Zhou Dong had this time, there would never be any second or third time. It is impossible for the night market outside to be quiet because of Zhou Dong's little toss. It's better to pass, his little resistance can't reach the night market at all, and he can only call the people in the courtyard unlucky. (To be continued.)