Sheng Xuan didn't know why he came up with such a sentence for no reason, he propped his forehead and asked himself: What am I doing?

…… Because Lu Xiyan said that he wanted to take a look at the tail before, I brought the tail to her.

That's all.

Sheng Xuan resented that he had figured this matter out, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said to the tail: "Okay, let's go back too." ”

Before he returned to the accommodation, he saw Su Ye who looked anxiously looking for something, because Su Ye, who had written articles in class and slept in the past, didn't know anything about it, and hurriedly greeted Sheng Xuan and the tail after seeing it, and said stupidly: "I thought the tail ran away, but it turned out that you took it out." ”

"Bring it to Lu Xiyan." He replied.

"Lu Xiyan, what about her?"

"I'll leave after reading it."

Su Ye's meaningful eyes all fell suddenly: "What else did I think, Yan Tingshen shouted that I would eat and drink and fight, I went, don't wait for me to practice swords." After that, he took the opportunity to touch the tail's head fiercely.

Sheng Xuan complained: "I didn't think of waiting for you. ”

Su Ye snorted, turned around and walked away.

*

In the lecture class, the Master distributed the articles written by each of his disciples yesterday.

Joan also sat in his seat and watched the scholar hand the raft papers one by one, expecting to think about what rating she would get, but she did not wait for her until all the raft papers were collected.

What about my article? Joan also looked left and right, until she caught a glimpse of the thin sheets of paper in her master's hand.

"If you don't get it, it's here with the old man." The master swept the corner of his eyes into the hall coldly, and shook the raft paper in his hand on the lectern: "If you don't have it in your hands, you don't have to look around. ”

Joan was also a little nervous, and her heart was beating suddenly, she had always written articles that were not good, but they were not bad, and she didn't understand why her master would leave her raft paper.

"Su Ye!" The master stared at the article on the podium, and then nodded it with his hand like a dead branch, and his serious and upright face had a little more anger of hatred: "What are you writing, with a head and no tail, and a false mouth!" The old man's proposition is an argument, but how can you answer the question in this article? ”

Su Ye stood up in response: "I didn't answer the question?" Impossible! He paused for a moment, as if recalling what he had written on last volume, and said: "To become the number one swordsman in the world, it is my ambition to be an idler, that's right!" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

Seeing him swearing, the master was full of sincerity, his gray eyebrows wrinkled the word "Chuan" in the center of his eyebrows, he scolded his disciples for being quiet, turned his head and said angrily to Su Ye: "Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! As the young son of the Su family, you have no ambitions, and you don't even know it! With that, he stroked his chest with his trembling hands, as if he wanted to soothe the fire that he couldn't get up and down.

"And ......" The master took out another raft of paper from below: "Lu Xiyan!" ”

Qiong Yi was suddenly named by the loud shout, trembled in shock, and quickly stood up: "Sir." ”

The master's pale face suppressed anger: "You two are good, you two, you are really a pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes among the disciples taught by the old man!" ”

"What the old man said in class some time ago is the ambition of heaven and man, the rules of the big clan, you should all listen to it in vain!" He looked at the posture on the raft paper, but with some graceful handwriting, and read out the last sentence of Qiong Yi's article aloud: "What a 'life should be like a Kunpeng, come and go at will, the ambition is thousands of miles, and the sea is mighty'!" ”

"You are the family seal of the clan's strict regulations, is it written in vain!"

Joan didn't feel that there was a problem with what she wrote, and she was a little annoyed by the reproach, and replied: "I was born in the world, I see the world with my eyes, and I should follow the wind, coming and going wantonly." ”

No one in the class knows who doesn't know, but this master who teaches the class is the most conformist and obedient of all the masters.

Su Ye didn't expect her to blatantly slap back, "poof-" and laughed out loud, applauding while laughing, and coaxing: "Sir, I think Lu Xiyan's poem is brilliant, written freely, very good, very good." ”

The group of disciples sitting in the class couldn't help but secretly marvel and chuckle.

"Su Yiyang, shut up for me!" The master walked up to Qiong Yi and stared at her, his tone was extremely stiff: "I really don't know how the Lu family teaches disciples!" ”

Qiong also muttered in a low voice: "The Lu family will not emphasize complicated etiquette all day long, and take care of useful learning." ”

When the master heard this, he was angry, and slapped a ruler on Qiong Yi's table, which frightened her to lower her head. "You!" He pointed at Qiong Yi and said, "Go back and copy Chengxin Fu ten times, and hand it over to me tomorrow!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and pointed at Su Ye, and said angrily: "You rewrite it for me, finish writing this article, copy Chengxin Fu five times, and hand it in tomorrow morning!" ”

With that, he returned to the podium angrily.

Punished for copying books.

Joan also hates copying books the most.

She didn't know whether she should sit down or not, so she was unwilling, and scolded in her heart: Stinky master, you can keep your etiquette rules, I don't want to learn things that are different inside and outside!

The master stood on the podium and cleared his throat: "What you should observe and learn should be this article by Sheng Xuan. As he spoke, he looked at the raft paper covered with handwriting in his hand, and said with relief in his eyes: "At such a young age, you can strengthen your Taoist heart and responsibility, every word is a pearl, every sentence is a proverb, and you are determined to be a clan, this is the vision that today's disciples should have." ”

Qiong also felt that Sheng Xuan's resentful body in front of her stiffened, she snorted disdainfully from her snort, and said in her heart: Yo, Sheng Sangongzi, it is really different from ordinary people.

The master said, "If only this handwriting were clearer and neater, it would be good, such cursive writing is out of order, so take it." ”

Sheng Xuan got up and took back his article.

The master turned left and right in the classroom and said something, and Qiong's heart was filled with the heavy responsibility of being punished for copying, and gradually wandered into the world, and in the fugue, the class was soon over.

After class, Qiong Yi finished packing up her things in twos and threes, carrying the test paper that was marked as "D", and left the classroom without leaving much for a moment. Sheng Xuanyan turned around and only saw her running away, her braids jumping behind her back, and she seemed to be angry.

His heart echoed in his heart her words to her master in class, "You should follow the wind, come and go wantonly", and he was a little distracted, and these eight characters were like steel needles piercing him, like mockery, like sarcasm.

When Sheng Xuanyan turned around, his raft paper, which was marked with red sand and "A", had already been crumpled by him.

*

Joan also thought it was ridiculous.

She sat on the edge of the verandah, reading her article sentence by sentence, asking herself if there was anything wrong with it, and she shouldn't have rated a "D" at the very end.

If I was at home, if the master and my brothers saw this article, they would definitely say that I wrote well, and Joan also held the raft paper in front of her eyes, and held it above her head, and the sunlight shone through the shallow sutra paper, and in a dazzling white, only the ink was thickly stained.

"Or else...... I erased the cinnabar annotation to it, and it was a good piece of paper again. Qiong also shook her legs in front of the fence and said silently.

"Lu Xiyan."

An old and gentle voice sounded on one side, and Qiong Yi turned her head violently, only to hear the sound of her neck "click-" on the ground, and she exclaimed: "Oops! My neck! Hurriedly put away the test paper in his hand, covered his neck, stood up straight and saluted the man: "Mr. Chu." ”

The master surnamed Chu in front of him is the one who teaches the history class.

"I just heard someone talk about yesterday's quiz, and the result happened to hit you." Chu Fuzi glanced at the raft paper that Qiong Yi hid behind him: "Master Sun has always been strict in grading, why don't you show the old man?" ”

"No, no, no!" Joan also hid the raft paper in the back: "...... Poorly written. ”

Chu Fuzi insisted on reading it, but Qiong couldn't help it, so she had to hand the scroll silently, her knuckles were twisted together, and she observed his face with the rest of her eyes, and she was worried in her heart, not knowing what kind of evaluation she would make.

Seeing that Master Chu finished reading the article and folded it back in half, Qiong also opened his round apricot eyes and listened: "It's very well written." ”

"Sir, don't you see a 'Ding' character on the roll, coaxing me to be happy." Joan also lowered her voice, clutched her skirt with both hands, and said.

"The old man is not lying." Chu Fuzi chuckled: "Although I know that you have learned history well, it is not partiality to praise you at this time. ”

"The whole article does not mention the clan, but looks at the world, which is not small, and it is not a false ambition." He paused, and then said: "You have a free and easy temperament, you have your own way in your heart, you should abide by it, the word ambition should not be fixed on a certain thing, otherwise, why do you say that everyone has their own ambitions." ”

Qiong Yi's eyes lit up, and she seemed to understand: "I know, thank you, sir!" ”

After that, he took the raft paper, solemnly bowed to the twisted beard of Master Chu, and ran away with steps.

*

Qiong also copied Cheng Xinfu overnight, and it took ten times to copy it until dawn.

She fell down on the desk with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and silently reprimanded in her heart: Cheng Xin Fu, Cheng Xin Fu, Cheng Xin, one article is so long, not only can you not purify your heart after copying, but also your heart is bad, so you can simply call it Zhu Xinfu!

was going to go to the bed and lie down for a while, and then start practicing at the end of the day, but Qiong didn't expect that she was too sleepy and tired, so she fell asleep on the desk directly.

The crow of the rooster shattered the dream.

Before the jar meat and shortbread made by Ah Luo entered her mouth, Qiong Yi woke up from her dream, her head was dizzy and heavy, her shoulders were sore, she sat up with her body propped up, hastily cleaned up a large stack of thick paper on the table, and said to herself: Suffer, suffer.

When he sat in front of the bronze mirror and saw himself, the person in the mirror could be called a haggard, a pair of sleepy eyes with a black blue and black cloud, the left side of the face was burned by the arm with a red mark half a finger width, and the skin color was lined with it, as if it had been beaten, the tip of the nose was stained with ink, and the hair was messy.

Joan also rubbed her eyes and sighed.

A few days ago, she practiced swords with her younger brothers and sisters in the school field, there were a lot of people there, and it was lively, and the young teenagers gathered together and had a lot to talk about, but Yang Xiaosi was a talker, Lu Li was a talker, and Qiong was also a talker. A large group of chatterboxers gathered together, and they didn't have to think about it to know whether this was here to practice swords or to chat.

She chatted a lot with the female disciples of other families, and at first many female disciples were envious that Qiong Yi could be a classmate with Sheng Xuan, and she sat very close, but after she finished understanding Sheng Xuan's grievances, the envy disappeared.

Everyone unanimously came to the conclusion that it was this person's emotional intelligence that was holding him back.

Joan agrees.

However, the fun of chatting is fun, and cultivation is cultivation, for the sake of future cultivation progress, she decided that in the future, she would go to the school to practice swords.