After the events of the afternoon, the students had a special admiration for Ye Kong.

"In this class, we teach you to write essays, first of all, you have to understand what your personality is, and write your personality on paper." Ye Kong said on it, and the students actively followed it.

"Don't underestimate the essay, the civil service exam in the shelter is inseparable from the essay."

"If you write well, you can even be a petty official." Ye Kong sat on the podium and said.

No matter what period it is, there is a group of people around the ruler who can write articles and incite public opinion. The Black Blood Refuge is no exception.

The Seven Commanders are in the Black Blood Vault, that is, the Earth Emperor, like the faction led by Xu, who rules the population of the three market towns, and still wants to encroach on the territory of the other Commanders.

Ye Kong walked off the podium with his hands behind his back and began to see what this group of melon babies had written.

The words taught by the refuge were authentic simplified Chinese characters, which once made Ye Kong wonder if there was a time-traveler predecessor.

He asked the old principal, and the old principal said that their generation still used traditional characters, and simplified characters were passed down in the past 20 years.

"Gluttony."

"Love money."

"Handsome??"

Ye Kong had a black question mark on his face, and he walked next to the little fat man, who shyly covered the note.

"What did you write?" Ye Kong snatched the little fat man's note and saw the two words on it.

Refuse.

"Refuse?" Ye Kong was a little puzzled.

I saw the little fat man smile embarrassedly: "I think...... Maybe it's better to add a side......"

"You're so smart!" Ye Kong gave a thumbs up to the little fat man.

At this time, there was a sudden bustle outside the school, and a group of people rushed in.

Ye Kong subconsciously thought that it was the revenge of the Green Dragon Gang, and immediately took out the blood-stained dagger.

When I looked at it, it was the parents of the students.

Boss Zhao ran in angrily and was relieved to see that his son was fine.

"It's too much, you dare to tie someone up in the academy!" Boss Zhao walked in the front, and Ye Kong noticed that his waist was bulging, and he should have brought a gun.

The second is Wang Xiaoer, Wang Meimei's father, who works as an administrator in a garment factory outside the market town.

In this kind of world, the people who can send their children to the school are all famous people in the market town, and they don't say that they can let their children learn anything, but they want to be safe, after all, they all have jobs and can't take care of them.

Now I heard the aunts in Red Alley say that someone tied someone at the door of the school, and the parents were angry.

"Is the stinky third dead?" Boss Zhao ran to Ye Kong's side and said in a deep voice.

"Dead, he kidnapped Wang Meili, beat Zhao Fugui, and was killed by me." Ye Kong looked at all the parents, with a determination in his eyes, "Whoever dares to do something to my students in the academy, I just fought for this old life, and I will kill him too!" ”

In the wasteland where integrity and morality are like shit, Ye Kong's statement was so impassioned that these parents were all moved.

"Teacher Ye is young, but he is also a bloody man."

"Haha, my second brother Wang recognizes Brother Ye, if there is anything to do with Brother Ye in the future, just look for my second brother Wang!"

Parents have expressed their stance that their forces have gathered and are not afraid of the Qinglong Gang at all.

Especially as everyone knows, in the entire market town, only Boss Zhao got a gun.

"Thank you, wait until school comes to the utility store to drink, there are still a lot of roast finches left at noon." Boss Zhao hugged his fist at Ye Kong.

After experiencing this incident, his attitude towards Ye Kong changed greatly.

"Let's go, the Qinglong Gang dares to tie people up in the academy, today we will go to his boss and ask for an explanation!" Boss Zhao took the lead and said, and other parents echoed it, and the large army went to the Qinglong Gang.

The students in the school were also very excited, eager to go for the sticks.

"Good, good, good, don't make trouble with my classmates, and if you make trouble again, stand on the blackboard for me!"

"What about you, Wang Meili, you girls should be careful in class, don't keep messing with the teacher's eggs!"

……

The joyful class time passed quickly.

After school, Ye Kong and Zhao Fugui walked together, and the two of them talked and laughed, and went home together.

Boss Zhao has returned to the shop, his complexion is good, and it seems that they have taken advantage of communicating with the Qinglong Gang.

"Brother Ye, come, let's have a drink tonight." Boss Zhao smiled.

Originally, he should have been Ye Kong's uncle according to his age, but Ye Kong was a school teacher, and he saved his son, so he naturally deserved to be treated with courtesy.

Boss Zhao is a businessman, and he knows a lot of things.

"Boss Zhao is polite." Ye Kong responded with a smile.

In his previous life, he had to bring wine to the tomb, and as soon as the news came out that he liked to sit on the coffin board and drink, a sentence has been circulating in the rivers and lakes since then-

Don't mess with that brewmaster.

The two of them were not polite, they set up a table in the courtyard, accompanied by half a roast finch at noon, and began to drink.

The small yard has been cleaned up by Boss Zhao, and at the same time, he doesn't know where it is, so he purchased a new batch of garlic and planted it.

Looking at those small garlic seedlings, Ye Kong felt a sense of security.

The little fat man didn't eat, and as soon as he came back, he ran to Wang Meimei's house opposite.

Recently, I have eaten too much coarse food, and that half of the roast finch seems to be the most delicious thing in the world, and I have to chew it for a long time to eat it, and I am reluctant to swallow it.

And that wine, although it is similar to the inferior rice wine of the flower planter, but at this time, it is also an immortal brew for Ye Kong.

"Boss Zhao, I talked to the old principal today, and I'm going to join the guard." Ye Kong said.

The two of them met a cup and drank it all.

"Hmm." Boss Zhao seemed to know what Ye Kong was going to say, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Ye, we swore that we couldn't tell ordinary people those things." ”

"And, I'm a loser, and I don't know much." Boss Zhao said abruptly, he seemed to remember the events of the year, with nostalgia in his eyes.

Ye Kong didn't speak, but tapped his fingers on the table twice.

"Boss Zhao, is the path of cultivation called the spiritual path?"

"Do you need elixirs and rituals?"

As soon as Ye Kong finished speaking, Boss Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in a deep voice: "You know? ”

Ye Kong smiled leisurely, "I don't know much." ”

"However, this is enough to show that I am not an ordinary person, and Boss Zhao is not a violation of his oath when he says it." Ye Kong smiled faintly.

He knew that many people in this world believed in gods, and if they were allowed to swear by their belief in gods, they would generally not break it.

Boss Zhao glanced at Ye Kong meaningfully, lowered his head, and was thinking about something while tasting the wine.

"Hey, that's it, it's okay to tell you, anyway, if you're lucky enough to pass the assessment, you'll know." Boss Zhao drank a large glass of wine deeply.

He didn't rush to say, but took out a match, lit a cigarette, and under the smoke, Boss Zhao's voice floated slightly and sighed:

"That was many years ago, I participated in the Guards training camp, and because of my outstanding performance, three years later, I was assigned to a special department."

"That was the real beginning of the nightmare......"

Boss Zhao paused, as if he was trying to recall the events of the year, and then, he looked at Ye Kong with a somewhat deep gaze and said with a smile:

"Mortals, like to call them transcendent."

"And within them, they all call themselves 'spiritual cultivators.'"

"It's 1311 in the Wasteland Era, 428 in the Tertiary Age, and more than a thousand years have passed since nuclear war and cataclysm."

"It is rumored that in the pre-civilization era, they had an ancient name called 'Cultivators'."

Cultivators?

Hearing these three words, Ye Kong's eyes froze slightly.