After fine-tuning the setting of the gloves again, Shang Luo roughly understood the effective path of the Tianyi nobleman, the "heaven and earth man" spell bit.

There are a total of 72 kinds of Eight or Nine Xuangong, which will embody three different functions in the three spell positions of heaven, earth and man. Specifically, if the swordsmanship is set aside on the three heavens, earth, and people, then the effect of the heavenly sword art is "at the beginning of the white light, the flying sword takes the head", and the status is Ling Yu foreign objects, and the human position is more inclined to the swordsmanship itself.

Shang Luo himself doesn't need the human sword technique, because he can. I haven't figured out the principle yet, but I can use it. How to use it is your own business, and how to analyze it is the coach, or the master's business. And then what you can learn from him has nothing to do with him.

All he cares about now is whether this sword art can help him with his homework.

He crouched next to him, his stationery bag open to the side, and his homework lay on the floor. He hadn't written his weekend homework yet, and it included copying books that he hated the most.

Because just copying is enough, the school's standard is to be written in the rice character grid, to write according to the standard of hard pen calligraphy, copy and practice words. Although Du Mu's "A Fang Gongfu" to be copied this time is only more than 600 words, he has to copy it for at least dozens of minutes to finish it.

He was going to the racing track in a while, and he didn't plan to let the former junior finish it for him here, he wanted to see the effect first.

[He asked. Are you really sure? Avoiding homework is a bad behavior, and he thinks it's better for you to do your own homework. 】

"I know, I know, next time, I'll let you try."

[Well, he said he could try.] But let's not take this as an example. 】

Next time. Heh, next time it won't be your turn to disagree.

- The sixth man who was watching the warehouse in the back was stunned, and he didn't know if he should go up and ask. Although he could clearly tell that Shang Luo was going to skip homework, was this what he should have asked? He didn't know either, he just squinted to the side and didn't see anything anyway.

The former young general here agreed to try it, and immediately began to write.

"That's it." Shang Luo squatted next to him and held the textbook: "The first paragraph, start with 'Six Kings, Four Seas and One, Shushan Wu, and A Fang', and copy it until 'Within one day, between one palace, and the climate is uneven'." ”

The former youngster looked at it for a while, grabbed a pen, and he.

chua！！！

Row by row like a printer, the pen moves as fast as a shuttle on a spinning machine, fully demonstrating the speed at which the negatives are drawn in the camera, and the first line is copied in less than three seconds.

[Okay, he asks you how you feel.] I'll see, it's a pretty good copy, it's neat. You're a thief, you've copied a quarter of a paragraph. 】

“.”

[What, did he copy it wrong?] I look right. 】

"He" Shang Luo covered his forehead, "even if you use the pavilion body to copy it, forget it." You're printed! Or imitation Song Guobiao No. 2312 printing! Is this a word that a person can write? How are you going to let me hand it in?! ”

[Huh? Apollonia and the former youngster both wondered, "But you obviously asked him to copy this paragraph." It's neatly copied, exactly the same, but it's beautiful. The book is obviously this imitation Song Guobiao No. 2312 printing. 】

"I asked him to write by hand! What's the difference between him and a printer? So why don't I buy a printer and type straight up? Can he write a little more normally? ”

[Wait, I'll ask. Yes. Yes. Apollonia understood, [He said no.] 】

Shang Luo, who did not give up, asked, "Why? ”

Because he was illiterate. 】

“.”

[That's right, the former teenager is illiterate. So what is in the book, he copied it down. He doesn't quite understand the specific meaning of the characters and doesn't know how to walk the pen. In his view, words are continuous symbols, so he can only draw what he sees. For example, what is the difference between this 'less' and 'small', he doesn't know. 】

"Why are one or two stupid."

[Hey, hey, hey, it's good to help you write, make do with it.] 】

"Whoever can hand it over a little will not fail to pay it at all. Alas, forget it, I'll figure it out again. ”

After putting away the pencil case and homework book, he stuffed the gloves of the former junior into his schoolbag first.

At the gate of Yuxi Palace, two brocade-clothed guards were standing here as usual. Not everyone has qi practitioners to come to the door, but not to mention standing two in front of the Daozu Gate, two hundred standing is not too much. It's just that except for Zhu Xianene who comes once a day, there is no movement here at other times.

"Ah~~" yawned on the left. The sound of yawning echoed through the empty cave for a moment.

"Ah~~" The aftermath of the beam made the one on the right yawn as well.

If nothing else, today is also peaceful.

"(*Jinling Yayan*)!" The two men raised their deflagration guns almost at the same time, and even swallowed a yawn. Because there was a strong wind howling in the tunnel ahead, and something like a rocket was rushing here.

Before the rocket arrived, a searchlight-like pillar of light had shone into the corner of the tunnel, casting a spot that was almost pure white, as if a train was about to rush towards it.

The torch was immediately lit, the bayonet was lit, and the power of the sun began to converge in the chambers of the two guns:

"Something! Hold it! We're going to shoot! ”

"Huh?" Shang Luo stopped around the corner.

He looked back, and there was no one behind him.

"You're calling me?"

"Well, it scared me." Walking in front of them, the two confirmed that this was Shang Luo.

It's just that he was dressed differently than before, wearing golden roller skates and golden gloves. The schoolbag was also bulging, and it seemed to be stuffed with a lot of things.

"You're coming to use the subway?"

"Oh yes, use it. I'm going to the stadium. ”

The two didn't say anything and got out of the way. This door is not blocking him, and he and Zhu Xianene can enter casually. Although he was dressed very strangely, it was normal for people who cultivated immortals to be strange.

They got out of the way and let Shang Luo get down from the previous road to the subway entrance.

Looking at the back door, Han Xingzhi's uncle also just came to work. Greeting Shang Luo, he brought the teapot to the side of the chaise longue and read a copy of the Gallic Wars in Latin. Next to it were a stack of Latin classics such as the Metamorphosis, the History of Rome, and the Aeneid, which helped him consolidate his study of Latin.

Then he looked down at a few words, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

When I looked up, the car was still in place.

"Huh? Didn't you come to borrow a car? Why don't you drive the car away? Did you run over? Really diligent. ”

Looking down, he continued to look at the half-faded book.

(End of chapter)