"You, okay, nameless, you can give it a try, whatever you want." Old Master Ma was a little surprised, but a little surprised, and even more uneasy.

"Yes, Master." Fan Wuming bowed and saluted.

"Boiling beans and burning beans, moistening beans as juice, burning under the kettle, beans crying in the kettle, this is the same life, why is it too anxious!" When Fan Wuming was on it, he was originally a little immortal who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, but fortunately, after all kinds of inexplicable experiences, he spent more than ten years in that world in the middle school language teacher named Ai Nanchen. Although he hasn't been awake for too much time, he has the means of the immortal family, and he stays in other people's heads, and some of the things that people know are clear to him after waking up a few times occasionally. Fortunately, in this life, his memory and the Yuan Shen have inexplicably turned around together, but the part of the Yuan Shen of the Rolling Shutter has somehow separated from him, and the memory of the Rolling Shutter and the power of the Yuan Shen Essence have also been shared with him, he wants to give the Rolling Blind, but he doesn't know how to do it, it stands to reason that as long as he first differentiates a trace of divine consciousness to the current Fan Rolling Blind, he can slowly recover the memory of the past, but he tried a few times secretly, but it didn't work, I want to give a little more divine sense, He didn't want to blow up Fan Roller's mortal head into powder, the thing called the head on his shoulders couldn't bear it at all, and he had to give up in the end. It may be that his current cultivation is not enough, and the power of these six reincarnations is indeed extraordinary and unpredictable. Fortunately, I still have my previous memories and Yuanshen, memory can be called at any time, the power of Yuanshen can only be slowly cultivated, developed, in this world where I can still feel the very weak vitality of heaven and earth, it seems that if there is no so-called adventure and miracle, it seems that in this life, I want to have the best result in the future, to be able to fly high, and to read the best flowers in this world, is to pat the fart of Liu Laosan, who drank with the cheap second uncle Fan Xu a few days ago, But that guy is still a scoundrel, and he's still a five-year-old kid. As for saying that his little tiger body was shocked, he would work hard to practice from now on, and in the future, he would take a large group of people to fight for domination of the world by himself, so forget it. First, I don't want to affect the big historical trend, in fact, even if I want to influence, I can't succeed, because there is a way of heaven in the dark, and the way of heaven cannot be violated. Second, I swore that I would find myself for the roller shutter in this life, and I couldn't be sorry for him. Besides, it's okay to dominate the world, it's quite exciting, you can have the opportunity to meet many superb flowers, since ancient times, beauties love heroes, but this sitting in the world is too tired, then it's not an ordinary person and an ordinary immortal can do it. It's a bit tangled when you think about it. Fan Wuming shook his head with his hands behind his back and did a good job of plagiarizing and changing a little bit of the poem, and found that everyone around him was stunned, so he had to make infinite sighs there, looking up at the sky, thinking nonsense in his heart. Fortunately, I got a poem out of the town today.

Everyone in the audience was silent, even the old master was stunned for a long time, and after suddenly frowning slightly, the old eyes seemed to be shining, and he clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, good poetry."

Some of the schoolchildren and parents who came later were a little inexplicable, and when they came, they saw a little boy shaking his head as if he was reciting some article, thinking that the old master Ma was testing the endorsement of the little boy of which family. At this time, the old master called it like this, it seems that this little man has written some kind of poem. It's amazing. Even Old Master Ma, the most learned person in the seven miles and eight towns near Zhongyangli, applauded excitedly, and it was very sure that it was really good. So the people around them, regardless of whether they understood or not, heard or didn't hear, all applauded and cheered.

Boss Fan was so excited in the crowd that he almost didn't shout to the people around him on the spot: "Look, that's my son, my son, my son of Boss Fan." Finish.

Liu Er's family was also convinced when they saw this scene today, and the poems made by the Fan family boy probably understood some meanings, thinking that although he said that he was a woman, it was indeed a little inappropriate for this matter, and it was not as good as the strength of a little man, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and blushed.

"Lady of the Liu family, do you think you need the old man to explain the poem made by this nameless boy to you?" Old Master Ma was very excited, pulling his gray beard and smiling.

"No, no. Old master, eldest brother of the Fan family, I am reckless and rude, I will leave now, I will leave, another day, another day and come to the door to apologize. After Liu Er's family finished speaking, he pulled his family's big man and walked out.

"Wait a minute." Old Master Ma suddenly stopped her again.

"Old master?" Liu Er's family stopped and turned back.

"Leave your son behind." Old Master Ma let out a long sigh and said.

"Master, Master." Liu Er's family was a little incredulous what they had heard.

"Stay, it's good for people to have a desire to learn. But the money and food are not immune. But you can owe it first, and then pay it after the autumn harvest next year. Old Master Ma had a serious look on his face, and he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, old master." Liu Er's family left tears, squatted down and hugged his son, laughing and crying: "Big dog, you can go to a private school to learn literacy." Be obedient, study hard, and listen to the Master, ah?! ”

"Mother, is this true?" Seven-year-old Liu Dagouzi leaned on his mother's shoulder and asked crisply.

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