It was noon.

After lunch, Hanzhang was walking from the canteen to the direction of the teaching room, and when he walked to the back of the spiritual passage, he suddenly heard an uproar.

She looked up and saw three men and women with fierce temperaments coming in the air.

One of them is the mother of Zhiyang who has a one-sided relationship.

The three figures from far to near, successively submerged into the small courtyard behind.

And on the passage of the soul, the exclamations of a group of waste students are still lingering.

Han Zhang understood from the demeanor of several people that they were several third-order cultivators.

She turned her head, but after a short walk, a voice came from behind her:

"In order to welcome the arrival of the wind collectors, all the students of the miscellaneous courtyard immediately returned to the teaching room and waited for the hard-working wind collectors to come to collect the wind!"

The sound was fused with spiritual magic, echoing repeatedly within the Soul Barrier.

And with the echo of the voice, the waste students scattered everywhere also poured into the teaching room.

In the spiritual passage, between the flow of people, a loud shout suddenly came from the front:

"What are you squeezing?

Then there were two painful "ouch" sounds.

And then, several figures in front of Hanzhang hurriedly squeezed to the side, leaving a hollow space in front of her.

In the space, an angry figure stood in the center, and at his feet, two figures fell to the ground and bent over and screamed in pain.

Hanzhang raised his eyes, and happened to be in front of Fu Sui's angry eyes.

When they looked at each other, Hanzhang felt that the aura in those eyes was constantly surging out like mist.

After a breath.

Fu turned around with his side head.

The two screaming figures were still curled up on the ground.

Hanzhang's heart was slightly relieved and continued to walk forward.

As soon as he was about to take a step, he heard the hurried voice of the deacon behind him:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry up, hurry into the classroom, what are you studying, hurry, hurry."

Before the voice fell, the figure of the deacon flashed, and he had already taken the lead in entering the teaching room.

However, in a few breaths, all the students also sat in their seats in the classroom.

The arrival of the wind collector has been warming up for months.

Naturally, the scene of facing the wind collector has been rehearsed many times in the past few months.

The students are very proficient!

However, the teaching room is ready, but how long will it take for these collectors to be received by the hospital before they can start collecting wind?

And how long will it take to get to their workshop after the collection starts?

Or will these collectors come to their studio?

It's all unknown.

The deacons apparently have some experience in this area.

As soon as the students sat down, she began to tell them repeatedly.

But the content of the advice is getting longer and longer, judging from its situation, it should feel that there is enough time to conduct a comprehensive review.

Unexpectedly, in just a dozen breaths, three wind-pickers with a fierce temperament actually came straight and entered the teaching room with a somewhat stunned look on the deacon.

Behind the three wind pickers were the cautious deacon deacon.

The dean and the deacon exchanged glances, but they were both at a loss.

Fortunately, the three wind collectors looked superior, but their attitudes were gentle.

Especially after the screen spirit weapon was unfolded, the Mother of Weaving Yang looked gentle and kind, and asked with a friendly smile:

"Kids, how are you?"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

It's all been rehearsed in advance, can you say "okay" in unison?

"Well, I'm relieved to see that you're all right, it seems that your deacons are very responsible and take good care of you, so I'm going to test how well you study!"

As she spoke, her eyes jumped directly to the back of the classroom and said:

"This little sister, your name is Hanzhang, right?"

"Hmm!" Hanzhang nodded obediently.

"Little baby Hanzhang, tell me who Venerable Feng is?"

"Venerable Feng is a big bad guy!"

"Well, you're really good, you know that Venerable Feng is a big bad person, then you tell me that after coming out of the Qi Realm, you will live happily here?"

"Happy!"

"Then do you like Jinyang City?"

"I like it!"

"What a lovely little sister!" said the Mother of the Weavers, turning to the two deacons and smiling:

"It seems that these children have been taken care of by you very well, all of them are spirited and carefree, and all the people of Jinyang City should thank you for your hard work on these children!"

"Wherever it is, it should be. The dean's demeanor was far more calm than that of the deacon next to her, and she smiled:

"These children live well and study well, if you really want to be thankful, it should also be thanks to the wisdom of the city lord's decree, and to the people of Jinyang City for their hard work in creating spiritual value.

"If it weren't for these two reasons, how would these helpless children in the courtyard live a prosperous and carefree life?"

"Dean, you have said it so well! From what you just said, it can be seen that you are an educator with deep understanding, and having an educator like you is a blessing for the children in this miscellaneous courtyard and a blessing for the entire Jinyang City! I am here to say a solemn 'thank you' to you on behalf of the people of Jinyang City!"

Without waiting for the deacon to reply, she turned to the students and said:

"Children, do you want to contribute your value to this beautiful society when you grow up?"

“”

"Do you want to?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

There were only a few sparse answers.

The shockingly beautiful Mother of Weaving Sun smiled brighter, and said in a gentler voice:

"Let me tell you, it's a very happy thing to contribute value to this society, do you want to be happy?"

"Think—"

"Think—"

"Think—"

This time the answer was much neater.

"Then I'll draw a child and ask," the Mother of Zhiyang said, pointing to Fu Sui and asking:

"Kid, do you want to be happy?"

“”

"Do you want to?"

“”

Fu Sui was still silent, which made the eyes of the deacon dean and the deacon of the teaching department become unkind.

The Mother of the Weaver Sun smiled:

"It seems that this kid is quite shy, maybe because he is not familiar with me, he won't answer me, come, I'll let you teach Deacon Xi to ask you, right?"

Before she could finish speaking, the deacon had already stepped forward.

But before the deacon could open his mouth, Fu Sui had already replied one step ahead:

"Yes!"

"This kid is really" The Mother of Zhiyang shook her head with a gentle smile and sighed:

"Just think about it!

Then he stepped forward and gently stroked Fu Sui's head.

Hanzhang looked at Fu Sui from behind and shivered, and his neck turned red.

The Mother of Zhiyang seemed to be very satisfied, and said a few words to the students, and saw the male wind collector next to him turn off the screen spiritual weapon.

Then another assistant female wind collector said:

"Let's go, let's quickly walk through the entire courtyard according to the rules!"

Then the deacon dean left with a few people hulala.

A quarter of an hour later, the figures of the three wind pickers floated away as they had come!

And the small courtyard returned to its usual appearance.

Hanzhang also rededicated himself to the study of pharmacology.

Although she was able to temporarily continue her life, the road to life is still ethereal!