Zhong Zhide's face was already serious, and after seeing the cheap curvature at the corner of Songming's mouth at this moment, his face was even worse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he was a teacher after all, and he held back his anger at the moment, and after some impassioned pre-war mobilization, he began to give private instruction to all the eighty-two disciples in the class.

Song Ming doesn't have too many personal opinions about this Teacher Zhong, he only knows that he is competent and responsible, as for whether he is strict with himself or not, he doesn't know, anyway, he is strict with others, so when it was Mr. Zhong's turn to give him one-on-one guidance, he actually had a trace of expectation, a trace of fantasy that could condense the power of the Dao.

Fantasy is fantasy after all.

It was getting late, and the disciples had already returned to the dormitory after class.

Like the playground at dusk on a high school campus, on the dark and wide bamboo platform, only Zhong Zhide and Song Ming are left at this moment.

I saw that Zhong Zhide's face was overflowing with pretended concern, and he asked leisurely:

"How's the practice?"

For some reason, Song Ming actually felt a little flattered, and hurriedly replied:

"Without your guidance, the students would still be in the same place."

Zhong Zhide's face turned cold:

"Are you blaming the teacher? Standing still is at least stepping on the ground, you are stepping on the ground, how to guide the teacher? I really don't understand, how can a disciple with such a talent as Ye Lan have a cousin like you? ”

Song Ming didn't dare to hide:

"It's not a cousin, it's just an ordinary friend, and I ask the teacher for advice."

Zhong Zhide bypassed the topic of pointing, and said instead:

"Do you understand the importance of this Ten Dao Martial Arts?"

Song Ming suddenly felt that he had a heavy responsibility, and he hugged his fists awe:

"The disciple knows that he must win a good ranking for the teacher."

Zhong Zhide sighed faintly:

"You don't understand...... If it is slapped on your Dao root, there is a thirty percent chance that you can gather Dao power, but there is also a seventy percent chance that you will be seriously injured, are you willing to accept this palm? ”

Song Ming was surprised and delighted, his face was bright, and he was full of expectations:

"The disciple can't ask for it."

Zhong Zhide chuckled, did not sing, but directly raised his hand, and a palm fell, slapping directly on Song Ming's right chest.

This palm looked calm and did not look serious, but when it landed on Song Ming's body, he felt a sharp pain in his right chest, and a stream of air drilled from the skin into his lungs, whistling and rotating in his lungs like a sharp blade.

Songming was in unbearable pain, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Zhong Zhide glanced down and shook his head:

"It's a pity, you don't have the luck and willpower of the thirty percent, you don't have to participate in the Ten Dao Martial Arts, I will apply to the organizing committee for your absence, you can recuperate well this month."

Song Ming fell on the bamboo platform, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, looking at the teacher's departing back, his mouth trembled:

"Multi-...... Mr. Xie. ”

Lying on the bamboo platform, looking up at the bloody sunset, the night gradually shrouded in.

Fantasy is fantasy after all, and Song Ming has never cared about this kind of thing, but once again he saw his unresponsive Daogen, and saw the reality that this whipped him several times and was bloody, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

When he was sad, a small immortal boat flew on the bamboo platform, and when he looked closely, it was the medical ship of Tianzhumen.

Two female disciples walked down from the medical boat, carrying the stretcher lightly, and walked towards Songming.

How can Songming have the heart to take care of the treatment:

"Two senior sisters, please go back, it's just a small injury."

At this time, a sweet voice said:

"If you don't go back to the Medicine Pavilion, you won't be able to get a certificate of injury, but you won't be able to push off the Ten Dao Martial Arts."

The female disciple's voice was slightly sneering, and Song Ming felt soft when she heard it, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at it.

The light is a little dim, and I can't figure out which female disciple said it, although the two female disciples are not high, their figure and appearance are unexpectedly considerable, and the Taoist robe they are wearing is also the kind of tight-fitting style that has been specially cut, plus the cyan color scheme, which can be described as pure and seductive.

At this moment, Songming's mind is completely on the girl...... No, in terms of recovering from his injuries, where can he take care of such a trivial matter as the Ten Dao Martial Arts, he no longer refuses at this moment, and let the two soft girls carry him onto the stretcher, stuff him into the fairy boat, enjoy the sound of the warbler all the way, and come to the Medicine Pavilion.

……

After hearing the news that Song Ming was injured and abandoned the exam, Shi Yun, Song Dabao, and Zhao Xiaochuan rushed to the Immortal Medicine Pavilion as soon as possible, each carrying a basket of original flowers and fruits, and visited Song Ming while also visiting him...... The female nurses in the medicine cabinet.

After Song Dabao and the others put down the fruit and said a few words, they began to wander around the corridor of the Medicine Pavilion, Shi Yun was the squad leader after all, and he was not so blatant, but his eyes kept glancing out of the window, but he said:

"Little junior brother, you are double happy! Congratulations, congratulations. ”

Although the wound was still aching, Song Ming still snatched the original fruit with one hand and ate it one by one:

"Huh?"

Shi Yun couldn't take his eyes off it, like seeing a daughter:

"You don't have to participate in the Ten Dao Martial Arts when you come, and secondly, you come to accompany your nursing sisters every day, you are simply living a fairy-like life, senior brother, I can't ask for it."

After Song Ming glanced at him with contempt, he asked very casually:

"So-so, senior brother, do you know that there is a Dao technique called Soul Summoning Palm?"

Shi Yun's eyes wandered, and he kept running:

"Then you asked the right person, senior brother, I'm a master of all skills, what did you just say?"

"Summoning the Palm."

Shi Yun's eyes tightened, and he turned his head:

"I've heard of the Spirit Destroying Palm, but it's the first time I've heard of the Spirit Summoning Palm, don't you ......?"

Song Ming frowned, he probably guessed what was going on in his heart, he intuitively felt that he was naïve, overestimated Zhong Zhide's character, and sighed helplessly:

"It turned out to be the teacher's hard work."

Shi Yun and Zhong Zhide have been together for more than ten years, how could they not know his temperament, and he will not break it here, so he only asked in a daze:

"What?"

Song Ming smiled:

"It's nothing, the appraisal results have come down, I don't have to participate in the martial arts, but although the girl here is good, there will always be a time when I get tired of watching it, and I will be discharged from the hospital."

Shi Yun was a little skeptical of the speculation in his heart just now:

"Huh...... That means you're not seriously injured? ”

Song Ming turned over and straightened his clothes with a smile:

"Drizzle."

……

On the eve of the Ten Dao Huiwu, the roof of the 421 dormitory.

Song Ming rested his head on the sword, held the grass roots in his mouth, and lay beside the plane gracefully, with thousands of thoughts in his heart, unable to figure out his head.

A traveler wants to use the simulated Dogen to complete the samurai dream, which is indeed a bit imaginative, although he has long stopped worrying about the problem of samurai or not samurai, but what is this lingering sense of dissociation?

When you think about it, this sense of dissociation seems to have accompanied him for half of his life.

Since he was diagnosed with lung stones in elementary school, he skipped class all the way to high school and slept outside of teaching; and then wait for death in the hospital ward, free from treatment; and then to the bait city on Mercury in a foreign land, wandering outside civilization; and then to the death training ground, free from progress; Until now, he entered the samurai academy and wandered outside the samurai.

Whether it is intentional or helpless, he has never walked on the same path as others, and he is always outside the system.

Although he is a super optimistic person, it is impossible to be without a sense of pessimism.

In this regard, he can only understand it in this way: the heavens will descend on the people, and they will definitely suffer their minds and work their bodies......

At this moment, a woman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

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