"The world is governed by Shunzhi, the air of the sea, clean and salty, born as the Ming Emperor, not as the Ming God, the beauty of reputation is endless. On the stage, I saw a bearded old man with snow-white hair, holding a long copper ring ruler, and said with a threatening expression.

The old man's name is Weng Tianqi, who has long been gray, and is the oldest teacher in Mocheng, so many people call him "Pulsatilla".

"Huh...... ......In the corner, there was a snoring sound, which was deafening, causing everyone to look sideways.

"On the last day of class, I even dared to sleep, it was really 'rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be sold', and I was angry!" I saw that the bearded old man's eyes were on fire, and the bronze ring ruler was raised high, and he walked forward in three steps and two steps.

"Who is this? Why haven't you seen him before, it's the first time you've come to class?"

"Isn't this the Feng Lin of the Feng family? Why did he come here? Doesn't the Feng family have a private school?"

"You don't know yet, he is a well-known 'waste' of the Feng family, his innate qi is lacking, and he is destined to not be able to cultivate, how can the Feng family let him enter a private school? ”

"The first time I came to class, I fell asleep in the 'Pulsatilla' class, and now I have a good show!"

"Yes, yes, who doesn't know that 'Pulsatilla' is notoriously ruthless, this kid is miserable!"

......

For a while, the noise continued.

"Slap ......" The copper ring ruler was lowered, Feng Lin immediately woke up, hurriedly stood up, rubbed his blue arm lightly, muttered his small mouth, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts, why is this a Chinese language class?"

"Are you stupid, 'Mandarin class?', you kid is still talking nonsense!" 'Pulsatilla' said angrily.

The hazy sleepy eyes opened suddenly, and Feng Lin looked up and was immediately taken aback.

"Mom, I'm not dreaming!" hurriedly closed his eyes again, rubbed them twice, and then slowly opened them.

Everything in front of them was so weird, people were wearing long robes, their hair was in a bun, they were holding a long sallow scroll in their hands, and a stone was floating in front of them.

Feng Lin was stunned, and said in shock, "Mom, these people's costumes seem to be characters from costume movies, I shouldn't be able to travel through the ancient Dao Dynasty!"

Behind him, an old man with bright hair like snow, holding a copper ring ruler, was looking at him angrily.

"In broad daylight, what are you dreaming of? On the last day of class, you still have to challenge the majesty of the old man, see if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Feng Lin's whole body suddenly became excited, and he said in his heart, "Oh no, this copper ring ruler is carved with birds, beasts, insects and fish, simple and natural, and more importantly, it really hurts to beat people! No, I have to think of a way." ”

The severity of the "pulsatilla" is notoriously severe, unless you don't make a move, a shot is bound to be a serious injury. The people around all looked at Fenglin stupidly, waiting to see what would happen to this "waste".

When he was studying at Jingshan Middle School, although Fenglin had excellent grades, he was a well-known thorn, although he didn't know where he was now, but he was still very good at quibbling and playing tricks, and the god skills of exempting from punishment were still well understood.

Feng Lin hurriedly bowed his head and bowed, "I'm sorry teacher, what you said just now is really good, between the words, the avenue resonates, attracting the students' hearts to yearn for it, I don't feel that the fugue is too empty, and in a trance, I see the river Qinghai Yan, the four seas are leveling, the eight directions are warm, and the scene of peace in the prosperous world." I was about to sigh at the work of creation, and I woke up to know that it was a big dream. Woohoo lament, it's a pity. If the disciple is wrong, he hopes that the teacher will forgive him. ”

The bearded old man turned his anger into joy, took back the ring ruler, patted it lightly twice on his hand, and laughed loudly, "Your understanding is good, just this kind of understanding, you can fly far beyond what others can compare, this time I will spare you, remember not to waste your life because of laziness!"

"The disciple has been taught. Feng Lin bowed again to the old man and smiled.

The surrounding crowd was stunned, and Fenglin resolved a crisis in a moment.

"Is the 'Pulsatilla' brain broken?

"yes, I'm wondering, when did this 'pulsatilla' become so easy to talk to?"

"Also, also, isn't this kid of the Feng family a well-known 'waste'?

......

For a moment, there was an uproar here.

The bearded old man's face was slightly angry, and he leaned his back and snorted softly. Feng Lin stood beside the old man, and saw the old man's right foot slightly raised, kicking forward at will.

"Oops......" screamed, and I saw that the first student to speak was kicked out by the old man a hundred meters away. Feng Lin was shocked, looking at the white-haired old man beside him, his body trembled even more.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted softly, "I hate it when people call me 'pulsatilla', no matter how big or small, I don't know how to respect teachers at all." Hum. ”

There was silence for a while, the plot changed too fast, it was difficult for everyone to accept it in a short time, Fenglin was not punished if he was wrong, and others were just heavily punished, it seems that this "pulsatilla" is really moody and does whatever he wants.

Feng Lin didn't say much, and looked into the distance. Outside the window, the maple leaves are sprinkled all over the stone steps, and red makeup is spread all over the ground. Several vermilion lacquer buildings in the distance were also slightly mottled by wind and rain corrosion.

Feng Lin learned from his memory that this was the private school of Mocheng, and all the children of Mocheng could enter it to study.

Feng Lin in this life is the son of the four elders of the Feng family's outer courtyard. However, Feng Xing is not a descendant of the Feng family, but the righteous son of Feng Liangping. Fengxing is free and easy, unrestrained, and has been wandering outside for many years. It wasn't until eight years ago that he returned to the Feng family, and it was at that time that Feng Lin was brought to the Feng family, when Feng Lin was still in infancy.

It is said that Fenglin's mother died of dystocia, and her congenital fetal qi was damaged, so Fenglin's innate qi was insufficient, his body was weak, and he was riddled with diseases. For this reason, for many years, Fengxing has visited famous doctors, but unfortunately he still failed to cure Fenglin. Feng Lin has been dependent on his father since he was a child, and he is indifferent by nature, although he is the fourth elder of the outer court, he actually has no real power, so the status of the father and son in the Feng family is not high.

Among the Feng family's peers, Feng Lin is the youngest and the least talented, so he has been bullied by his clan since he was a child.

The innate qi is insufficient, and he cannot cultivate, and he is often scolded as a "waste".

The mother died in childbirth, only riddled with diseases, and was often scolded as a "disaster star".

Every time, Fenglin is silently hiding in the corner and crying. Afraid that his father would be sad, he refused to cry to his father about his grievances.

Although weak, Fenglin has a dream of a strong man in his heart, and since he was a child, he loved to listen to his father tell the legends of the strong people on the road.

The little heart has a big dream, and it keeps shouting, "One day, I will become stronger." ”

Because his physique was too poor, he couldn't pass the family's selection and couldn't enter the family's private school to learn the art of primary aura, so Fenglin secretly ran to the private school in the city alone. Here, you can also learn some basic methods of cultivation, although they are not as good as the private schools in the Feng family, but if you can enter the method of cultivation, Feng Lin will be satisfied.

Combining the memories of the two lives, Fenglin's heart was full of sadness. has lost his mother's love since he was a child, and Fenglin has long had no extravagant hopes. A tragic childhood, tempering the dreams in my heart.

Feng Lin clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "In this life, I want to become stronger!"

After a while, the disciple who had been kicked out limped back, looking at the "Pulsatilla" and not daring to say a word, just glared at Fenglin viciously, and then returned to his seat.

"In this section, I will tell you about the general trend of the world. "Pulsatilla" snorted softly and continued the lecture.

"Fenglin, how do you understand the general trend of the world?" Pulsatilla turned his head and pointed at Fenglin with a long ring ruler.

Looking at the ring ruler coming, Fenglin's whole body trembled, and he said in a low voice, "The general trend of the world, it will be divided for a long time, and it will be together for a long time, and it will never stop disturbing one after another." ”

Under the words, the whole hall was shocked, and everyone couldn't think of a "waste" to have this insight.

"Pulsatilla" nodded and said with a smile, "What you said is not unreasonable, looking at one domain, it is a wise saying, looking at the Five Realms, but it is slightly lacking." Combining is the rule, divided into chaos, and between the chaos and chaos, what is emphasized is the word 'balance'. The Five Realms are the same, they are all disturbed, and after all, they can't do without the word 'Heng'!"