The moon hangs high, and the night breeze is silent. Compared with this room full of books, Ji Wutong was even more amazed by He Ji's concentration.

Three hours had passed, and He Jian stared at the book in his hand without moving, without saying a word, without any tiredness.

"Knock knock..."

A quick knock on the door didn't wake up He Ji, who was immersed in the book.

"Sir! Mr!! Something happened! Ying'er, they have an accident! ”

The voice from outside the courtyard was anxious, the voice of a child.

He Wei heard the shouts outside the hospital, so he came back to his senses and jumped out of the door in three steps.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!! What's the matter? ”

As soon as He Jian opened the door, the children shouting outside the courtyard fell to their knees in front of him. Not to mention the wet clothes, the snot and tears on the face are even more mushy.

He Jian hurriedly patted the child's back, and only when the child was relieved did he know that after school today, seven or eight children went to play in Wuziwa.

Wuziwa is only three or five miles away from Jinshan City, and there is a group of water ghosts that are not in the climate.

For many years, the people of Jinshan City have not had much contact with Wuziwa, not to mention the heavy fog there, and there are many poisonous insects and poisonous snakes, which are not around the main road.

Legend has it that there are many colorful stones by the Wuziwa Lake, and the little babies feel that the stones are rare, so they will meet today to explore the Wuziwa.

Unexpectedly, the water ghost who provoked the foggy depression went to eight children, and only one ran back at this time.

After hearing this, He Yu took the opportunity to tear off his green shirt and wrap it around the child who came to report the news, and went back to the house to find a half-leg-high bamboo tube from the pile of books, and was about to go to the foggy depression.

Before leaving, he did not forget to light a fire in the courtyard to dispel the cold of the poor child.

Ji Wutong also hurriedly got up and followed closely behind He Ji.

Teachers love students, and it is normal for people to love them. But this gentleman, who looks weak, may not be the opponent of those water ghosts.

The water ghosts probably don't want to know what the book says.

followed He Yi's figure out of the door, and Ji Wutong understood why this poor-looking talent was the head of Wuwenlou.

I saw He Ji stepping into the air with a light touch of his feet, even if he had the blessing of stepping on the wind and swimming in the smoke and rain, he was left dozens of meters away by He Ji.

All the way to the east, just stepping into this mountain valley, Ji Wutong was surrounded by white mist in front of him, and he could only vaguely see the surrounding scene.

Walking through a dense jungle, a large black lake comes into view.

"Which one is bullying my student? Get out of here! ”

He Ji stood by the lake. Tearing open the bamboo tube in his hand, a silver spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

That scholarly anger seemed to remain in the thick fog behind him, leaving only a body full of murderous intent.

The spear pierced the moon and set off a wave of spray. Seeing that there was no movement in the lake, He Ji simply turned the lake upside down.

"If my student is half wrong! Lao Tzu filled this pool of dirty water! ”

He Ji stood on the surface of the lake in the air, the gun was like a silver hook in the sky, and the big trees were instantly uprooted and inserted into the lake.

Ji Wutong, who wanted to take out his bow and arrows, was shocked when he saw this scene, this gentleman who only knows the truth in the book, he didn't make any sense at all.

My worries are completely overwhelmed. Looking at the spear in He Wei's hand, it is not weaker than Zhang Shanyou's abacus.

"Poor Xiucai, don't spill!"

There were ripples in the lake, and when I looked closely, the turtle that had been huge all along slowly climbed ashore.

The turtle was so big that it was not cramped to carry the seven children on its shell.

The children had already been tied up and fainted.

"I'm not a jade void Daoist, and I'm not bluffed by your spear!"

The big turtle, who claimed to be a Jade Void Daoist, shook its swarthy body and shook several children to the ground.

Ji Wutong jumped out and stepped forward to investigate.

Although these children did not have any worries about their lives, the essence was exhausted.

"Jade Void Daoist? Old turtle! Your time of death is come, do you know? ”

He Ji arrived with the wind, landed in front of the old turtle, glanced at the child lying on the ground, and instantly shot up.

"You poor talent is a little unreasonable! Your students take my lakeside multicolored stones, and I exchange them for their essence! What's wrong! ”

The old turtle scolded, but he could only dodge but couldn't fight back.

He Ji's marksmanship is too domineering, there is no so-called rule at all, and the recruitment only requires the life of the old turtle.

"Reasonable? If you don't return my student Jingyuan, you broken stones and your life, Lao Tzu wants them all today! ”

Seeing that the old turtle kept dodging, He Ji was even more crazy, and the spear rolled up countless stones and trees and threw them into the lake.

The water ghosts who were hiding in the lake saw that there was no place to hide, so they had to come to the shore and watch He Ji go crazy, but no one dared to make a move.

"Ho Ji! Don't deceive people too much! ”

Seeing that there was no way to hide at this time, the old turtle turned into a white-haired old man and met He Ji's spear head-on.

Ji Wutong, who couldn't intervene, moved the children to a place farther away from the lake.

Ji Wutong felt that in fact, there was nothing wrong with this group of water ghosts, and it was the children who took the colorful stones first.

It's just that the punishment of the water ghost is a little more severe.

Seeing that the old turtle is becoming more and more invincible to He Ji, the water ghosts by the lake are also interesting. They spit out the essence they had just devoured.

One by one, the spark-like essence slowly fell on the children's bodies.

Looking at the coughing children one by one, Ji Wutong thought that he could just do it.

Unexpectedly, He Ji had no intention of letting go of this group of water ghosts at all.

"Ho Ji! We've returned the essence! What more will you do? ”

The turtle's left shoulder was pierced by a spear and almost fell to the ground.

The tip of He Ji's spear suddenly struck the children's bodies, cutting through the pockets of the children's bodies, and the colorful stones flew back to the lake.

"What shall I do? How you guys! I'll do it! ”

He Ji flashed his spear and knocked the water ghosts into the lake.

Even the old turtle didn't let go, and a shot was poked into the lake.

"You broken stones are rare! If my students come to play by this lake in the future, you water ghosts dare to come forward, and Lao Tzu will poke your heads! ”

He Yu was still not angry after saying this, and stabbed several waist-thick trees into the lake one after another, only to calm down a little.

"Don't help them! Such a big mistake was made! Walk back on your own! ”

Back in the fog, He Yu's scolding frightened Ji Wutong and quickly withdrew his hand.

I could only watch the soaked children stumbling through the forest.

It was the second half of the night when he returned to the city, and Ji Wutong yawned, and in front of him were children kneeling in a row.

He Yu wanted these ignorant children not only to kneel all night, but also to copy books.

The two fires in the courtyard dispelled the cold and dried the children's clothes, which He Ji lit himself.

Love children like children, and if your students make mistakes, they will be punished by themselves.

It doesn't matter if you kneel or copy a book. Ji Wutong remembered the night he was pulled out of the fairy root.

He didn't meet such a gentleman who protected his shortcomings, and even before pulling out the fairy root, Mr. Huang didn't even scold him, just closed his eyes.

"I'm short! It's because you're my students! I scold! And because you are my students! ”

He Ji threw a few more sticks of firewood into the fire, picked up a pen and paper himself, and knelt at the front.

"If the Son does not teach, the Father is guilty. If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy. ”

He Jie muttered to himself, lying on the ground, copying books with his students.

He Yu shook his head and sat aside, fortunately, he learned to absorb the power of Yuehua in Shihougou.

Otherwise, in this small courtyard full of kneeling people, it is really not easy to sleep or move.

In the small courtyard, which had been quiet for a long time, only scattered yawning sounds could be heard, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, from far to near.

"Open the door! Shen Xing College! ”

The courtyard door was slammed a few times, He Ji rubbed his two knees, motioned to the children to copy the books, and walked towards the courtyard gate by himself.

"Mr. He, someone came to report just now that you and your students trespassed into Wuziwa, and now you are being detained to ask for the crime!"

Standing outside the door were three immortals, with two swords at their waists, one long and one short, very majestic.

"My student is at fault, and he thinks he is the punishment of my husband. I will take my fault! I just can't go down! ”

He Jian patted the dust on his knees, and was about to close the door without waiting for the person outside the door to speak.

"Ho Ji! Now it's Shenxing Academy that has called you to ask for sin! ”

Seeing that the door was about to close, one hand blocked the crack in the door.

"Shuzhou will seek to restrain itself! You went to Wuziwa without authorization, and you didn't say anything about the broken rules, and now you dare to shirk? ”

The immortal who spoke outside the door asked sharply, and the two immortals behind him were even unsheathed.

"When the morning comes, I will go to take the blame for myself, don't disturb my students to copy books, do you want to taste the tip of my gun?"

He Ji pulled the door open and looked coldly at the two immortals who drew their swords, without the slightest fear.

He Yu and the three immortals confronted each other at the gate of the courtyard, and Ji Wutong gently squatted beside a child.

"You sir... Isn't he afraid of Shenxing Academy? ”

Ji Wutong lowered his voice and gently patted the child's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, sir is never afraid."

The child shook his head and looked at He Ji who was blocking the door with interest.

It seems that this is not the first time that He Ji has had an unhappiness with Shenxing Academy.

"Ho Ji! Our Shuzhou expressly forbids it, and the human race cannot go beyond the land of mountain spirits and monsters. If you provoke a dispute with the water ghosts in this act, can you afford this crime? ”

When the leading immortal saw that He Ji didn't eat the set just now, his words were a little more serious.

"Then I will slaughter those water ghosts at dawn to prevent future troubles!"

He Yu snorted lightly and put his hands behind his back.

Ji Wutong had seen He Ji's ability just now, and this was definitely not a boast.

"It's not a matter of slaughtering those water ghosts!"

The immortal standing at the door was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to come He Ji.

"Huh? So who else do you need to slaughter? Do you give a word to the Academy? ”

He Yu chuckled twice, and some disdain appeared in his tone.

"I... You... Never mind! Come tomorrow morning! ”

The leading immortal was completely speechless, and shook his long sleeves fiercely. He turned around and left with his two junior brothers.

"You gentleman with a book and a gun, how do you look like two people?"

Ji Wutong secretly smacked his tongue and shook his head, and He Ji, who opened his mouth to 'say in the book', seemed to have disappeared suddenly.

"When our husband takes the book, you should call him Master!"

"What about when you get a gun?"

"Call him a reckless man!"

The child kneeling beside Ji Wutong wiped his snot, saw He Ji turn around, and hurriedly buried his head and went to write.