Early the next morning, after just finishing the day's morning exercises, Tian Miaomiao and other disciples of the Taiji Sect took the car sent by Bai Yu and went to Yanling Middle School together.

Looking at the scenery that kept flashing outside the car window, Tian Miaomiao suddenly realized that in order to stabilize the martial arts realm, she hadn't been to school for nearly a month.

A feeling of being separated from the world can't help but make the little girl, who is only 12 years old, suddenly have a feeling of loneliness.

But then, a sense of happiness came to my heart.

"I originally thought that I would be like other ordinary people in this life, going to school, taking exams, and looking for a job...... But I never thought that I would really have the opportunity to become a martial artist. ”

"Thanks to Senior Brother, he ......"

As soon as the little thought buried in her heart was halfway out, Tian Miaomiao's face turned red suddenly, which made Wu Jiuling, who was sitting next to her, blink.

"Sister Miao Miao, do you have a fever?" Wu Jiuling first subconsciously asked, but soon shook his head and said to himself: "No, martial artists don't have a fever, so ...... Sister Miao Miao, have you been injured internally? ”

Tian Miaomiao: "......"

The first time she made a bus-style car, Wu Jiuling, the girl, was always in a state of excitement, either wanting to touch it here, or wanting to see where it was.

If Tian Miaomiao hadn't caught her by her side, this girl might have caused a lot of trouble for the driver.

But Tian Miaomiao never expected that she herself was because of an unconscious broken thought, and almost made this little girl ask about internal injuries.

"Ahem, you are wrong, the sun is too strong, and my senior sister is illuminated by the sun."

"Oh......" Wu Jiuling blinked, then tilted his head and said, "But...... We're backlit here......"

Tian Miaomiao: "......"

Fortunately, the distance between the Taiji Gate and Yanling Middle School is not too far.

Sitting on the bus, it only took more than ten minutes for everyone to successfully arrive at the gate of Yanling Middle School.

This allowed Tian Miaomiao to finally escape from the embarrassment.

As soon as he got out of the car, Dong Xiaozhi immediately took out his own stable bracket and assembled the very professional shooting equipment.

The first public class of the Taiji Gate of Creation is a very good publicity material, and Dong Xiaozhi, the propaganda minister of the Taiji Gate, will naturally not miss such an opportunity.

As soon as the machine was set up, Dong Xiaozhi subconsciously ordered to the side: "Then, Miss Chunshui Li, today's transcription work is still troublesome......

Only halfway through the words, Dong Xiaozhi was stunned.

At this time, he realized that Chun Shuili did not appear in the team as usual today.

In principle, Chun Shui Li should actually be regarded as a staff member of the Martial Arts Association.

But since the last incident of the Creation Taiji Gate recruiting disciples from the outer sect, Chun Shui Li has almost completely become the free helper of the Martial Arts Association in the Creation and Transformation Taiji Gate.

Whether it is going out to shoot or writing and promoting internally, all of them are inseparable from Chun Shui Li's help.

It can be said that without the help of Chun Shui Li, Dong Xiaozhi alone would really not be able to manage the official website of the Taiji Gate.

But the strange thing is that Chun Shui Li, who used to appear at the Creation Taiji Gate at nine o'clock in the morning, didn't even appear for a day yesterday.

And he didn't even send a text message to Dong Xiaozhi!

That's a little out of the ordinary.

Thinking of this, Dong Xiaozhi put down the camera in his hand and sent a text message to Chun Shuili to greet him first.

……

At the same time, in the residence of the owner of the Taiji Gate, Zhang Can was observing the visitors in front of him with a surprised expression.

The girl among the visitors was just about to speak, when a crisp harp sounded.

The sound of the piano kept interrupting the girl's words, and a trace of anger appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Ah, I'm sorry Master Zhang, it's my phone ringing!"

Chun Shuili, who was following the two middle-aged women, turned slightly pale, and carefully took out her mobile phone.

After seeing that the person who sent the text message was Dong Xiaozhi, he shook his head in disappointment, and his face seemed to be even more ugly.

"Sorry, it's spam." Putting down the phone, Chunshui Li took a deep breath, forced out a smile, and introduced to Zhang Can: "Master Zhang, this is my father, Chunshui Siguhou. This is my mother, the Marquise Liu Rutao. ”

"Hello Pavilion Master Zhang!"

"Hello Pavilion Master Zhang!"

With Chun Shuili's introduction, middle-aged men and women greeted Zhang Can one after another.

Although the man's greeting was polite, there was a hint of self-satisfaction in it.

The woman's greeting was not only polite, but also full of humility.

The style of the two can be directly seen from this greeting alone.

As the heir to the noble title in the family, this Chunshui Sigu Hou is obviously the only head of the Chunshui Li family.

And Chun Shui Li's mother, the Marquise Liu Rutao, is an ordinary woman with a weak personality who is used to being obedient.

As a senior class teacher, Zhang Can has seen a lot of similar family relationships, so he doesn't think there is anything strange about it.

However, for the arrival of Chun Shuili's family, Zhang Can felt a little curious.

It stands to reason that Chun Shuili is not Zhang Can's disciple, and these two nobles should have no reason to visit him.

However, seeing that Chun Shuili had indeed helped the martial arts hall a lot, Zhang Can still nodded with a smile and asked back:

"Marquis of Chunshui, Marquise, hello, I don't know what the two of you are here to build the Taiji Gate for?"

Listening to Zhang Can's words, Chunshui Li's father, Chunshui Siguhou, frowned, and glanced at the sofa where Zhang Can was sitting.

Obviously, he felt a little dissatisfied with Zhang Can for not asking him to sit down for the first time.

Regarding the reaction of this marquis, Zhang Can naturally saw it and understood it.

But Zhang Can still didn't say anything.

After all...... Zhang Can is not a middle school teacher now.

Moreover, Chunshui and his wife are not parents of students, and with Zhang Can's status as a young grandmaster now, there is no need to be polite to them at all.

As a result, the atmosphere between several people froze for a while.

In the end, it was Chun Shuili's mother, Marquise Liu Rutao, who quietly pulled the sleeve of her own marquis, and the Marquis of Daxia snorted lightly with some dissatisfaction, and said:

"Pavilion Master Zhang, the purpose of our visit this time is actually very simple, we just want to confirm one thing to you."

Saying that, Chunshui Sigu couldn't help but glare at his daughter, and then continued: "This matter is...... Has my daughter, Chunshui Li, befriended one of your true disciples and betrothed? ”

"Poof......

Zhang Can, who was originally calm, squirted out a sip of tea.