But Jiang is still old and spicy, and the headmaster did not give us a chance to resist at all, and said to us:

"There will be no more classes tomorrow, you will stay in the ghost school to write the sacrifices, I want to remind you, don't ignore these three sacrifices, and write them to fool me. For the rest of the time, you can do whatever you want, and I'll cook for you. ”

After saying that, he took his empty water cup and left!

Hurried away!

Don't take away a cloud!

What else can we do!

Write it.

Classical Chinese and vernacular Chinese are not a big problem for me, the key is that this is half literate and half white, this degree, it is not easy to grasp.

"Journey to the West", I have also read it, saying that it is vernacular, and it is indeed mixed with literary language, especially many ancient poems.

Do I also want to create a seven-character quatrain in the sacrificial text?

I was thinking about how to write it, but I had no idea, I didn't have a clue.

Wen Jie and Yang Bin held a book of four famous books, studied it, looked at it again and again, shook his head, and had no clue.

The fat man must not be able to count on it, it seems that I can only ask Xiaobai for help.

I walked up to Xiaobai, and before I could speak, Xiaobai said to me:

"Lu Xun."

Mr. Lu Xun?

The writer I admire the most!

It dawned on me.

Those who have studied Chinese know that Mr. Lu Xun is the first person in vernacular literature, and "Diary of a Madman" is the first vernacular literature in China.

It can be said that Mr. Lu Xun played an indelible role in the process of transforming Chinese literature from classical Chinese to vernacular Chinese.

But it is precisely because of this that Mr. Lu Xun, who grew up learning classical Chinese, inevitably carries traces of classical Chinese in his articles, and there are often some words in classical Chinese, which is also a reason why Mr. Lu Xun's articles are considered obscure and incomprehensible.

But that's what I need.

As long as I imitate Mr. Lu Xun's article and write a sacrificial text, it will be done, and I will add some literary words to it.

This is easy for me, who is familiar with all of Mr. Lu Xun's articles.

Gotcha, solved my urgent need.

I took the fat man and went to eat.

The fat man is just a fat man, he swallowed the ghost pill by himself, and he didn't pay attention to his homework at all, so he followed me to the restaurant to eat.

After eating, I don't have to think about it anymore, I go to bed directly, and I sleep until I wake up naturally the next day, and I go to the ghost school with the fat man, and I see that several of them have started to write.

I just picked up the brush and wrote according to what I had in mind yesterday.

The fat man didn't speak, he didn't sleep, but he didn't put pen to paper, so he held his pig's head and pondered.

I don't care about him, inspiration can't be broken, I want to do it in one go.

Two hours, three versions of the memorial text, and it was done.

I exhaled, my hands aching.

But as soon as I put down the brush, the fat man took away the memorial I had written.

"Look at your uncle."

I scolded the fat man, and I didn't care about him, and looked, I wouldn't lose a few pounds of meat.

The fat man hurriedly glanced at the memorial I had written, and I suddenly felt bad.

How did I forget the fat man's ability to remember.

The fat man's virtue, he can't do anything.

What if he memorized the sacrificial text I had written, and silently wrote it down in his notebook word for word, saying that he had written it?

His cheekiness will definitely not admit to copying me, even if I am reasonable, I can't tell.

I hurriedly took my sacrificial text back, and the fat man stuffed it into me with disdain:

"Stingy, give it to you, there's nothing to see."

I thought to myself, it's over, the fat man said this, he must have finished reading it.

I immediately warned the fat man:

"Fatty, if you dare to copy me, I'm not done with you, I'll go to Bai Annie to sue you."

The fat man said indifferently:

"You go, our Annie, I won't believe you, I want to sow discord between us, no way, besides, I can't look at what you wrote."

After speaking, the fat man picked up the pen and buried himself in writing.

About an hour later, when I was checking to see if there was anything missing in my sacrificial text, the fat man suddenly threw his notebook in front of me, and said condescendingly:

"Take a look, let you see the true level of the strongest person in the Maoshan Righteous Path."

I opened the fat man's homework book and looked at the article written by the fat man, whether this product copied my original text.

But when I saw the sacrifice written by the fat man, my eyes lit up.

I have to admit that the fat man's sacrifice is much better than mine.

Although there are traces of imitation of my sacrificial text, it is obvious that whether it is sentence structure or word choice, the fat man's article is better.

I looked at the fat man puzzled, could it be that eating the ghost pill of the lantern ghost grandfather not only improved his memory, but also improved his writing level?

"You don't have to be infatuated with me, I like women, I already have Bai Annie, I can't promise you."

I pounded a fist on the fat ass:

"Fuck your uncle."

After making a fuss, it was already close to noon, and Xiao Bai Wenjie and the others seemed to have written their respective sacrifices.

I don't know how the seven of us were admitted to Maoshan College, but I have to admit that our learning ability is very strong.

I thought that after writing the sacrificial text, I wouldn't have to go back to the ghost school in the afternoon and sleep well in the dormitory, but when the fat man was having lunch, in order to show himself, he told the principal that he had written it, and the principal asked us, and we could only tell the truth.

The principal has decided to hold classes in the afternoon!

This underserved foodie!

After lunch, the principal actually went back to the ghost school with us, and the pots and pans were gone, and the glass with half a teacup of tea leaves was gone.

As soon as we arrived at the Ghost School, we immediately handed over the sacrifice documents.

The headmaster nodded as he looked at it, and seemed very satisfied with the memorial text we had written.

After reading the last one, we thought that the principal would comment on it, but the principal took away our homework book.

Then he looked at us in a daze, with a very serious expression.

Something to do again?

For a long, long time, the headmaster asked us in a loud voice:

"Students, are you ready?"

There were seven of us, all of us in a daze.

It's been a sentence for a long time, and there is a sentence that hasn't been followed, so what's ready?

Again, the principal asked us:

"Students, as Maoshan Taoists, are you ready?"

"Ready!" The fat man replied.

The fat man turned to me and said:

"It doesn't matter what he asks, answer it first."

Finally, the principal asked:

"Students, are you really ready?"

"Always ready."

I don't know where this line came from, so I shouted it anyway.

I don't know what the previous 155th chapter is except for any mistakes.,It's been modified.,You can read it again.

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