In the early morning of the second day, the sky finally cleared.

There are no thick dark clouds overhead, and the mood of the people is a little high, and their hearts seem to have been wiped again, which is extremely bright, and they can all shine a shadow......

The snow stopped falling, and the streets were filled with more people. Song Fang, Qinglou began to open, and the graceful Persian slave girls stretched their waists, attracting wolf-like eyes.

The academy also started a new day.

Zhou Sheng slept until the sun hung high, and he was so tired last night. When I woke up in the morning, my whole body was sore, and I didn't want to move my fingers more.

The problem of lying in bed was committed again, and I lay in the warm quilt for a while before I got up slowly.

He took two steps down from the ground. Take one step, the bones click, take another step, and make another sound......

The fried beans all over the body seem to crackle, and it looks like setting off firecrackers during the New Year.

My back and legs hurt, I moved my wrists and ankles, ate a few spoonfuls of honey, and my belly was immediately full, and I felt that my whole body was full of strength.

Tell the little beggar to let her eat the bird's egg herself, and Zhou Sheng went out to find Mr. Wu.

On the way, he saw Chu Xuan brushing his teeth with a willow branch, Zhou Sheng waved his hand at him, and the willow branch in Chu Xuan's hand fell to the ground with a snap, covered his head and shouted, "Hell!

Zhou Sheng did not die, he was not killed by the evil ghosts in the ghost building, it is a difficult thing for these students to understand, because this breaks the convention, and the routine is the most accurate law in people's subconscious.

Zhou Sheng saw Chu Xuan brushing his teeth, and then he realized that he hadn't brushed his teeth and washed his face, and suddenly felt sticky and uncomfortable on his face, which was purely his subconscious feeling. I picked up a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it vigorously on my face, and I was immediately refreshed......

After taking a bite of the snow, crunching it a few times, waiting for the snow to melt into water, grunting a few times, shabu the mouth, and brushing your teeth.

People brush their teeth, usually with willow branches. Soak the freshly picked willow branches in salt water overnight, and wait until they are soft the next day, then take them out and brush them. There are also toothbrushes made of brown hair, which smell of lard, which makes people sickening, and it is easy to scratch the gums.

The cultivator's body is clean and not stained with dust, so he is saved from these troubles......

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Zhou Sheng and Old Master Wu talked for a while, and the issues they talked about were mainly the things that Zhou Sheng needed to pay attention to when teaching for the first time.

After all, he is a teacher, and Zhou Sheng is also much more serious. To do learning, you need a real word, and you can't be fooled.

Zhou Sheng has read books for so many years, but he is not reading in vain, and he has to read at least hundreds of thousands of words every day. If you don't read carefully, can you remember?

With a book in his arm, it is a book about flowers and plants.

Because Zhou Sheng was too young, he didn't have a beard on his mouth, and he couldn't do things well, so Old Master Wu didn't dare to let him teach formal courses at all.

The so-called formal course is that of an old master who can't be more old, and he talks about the sleepy scriptures, which is particularly boring.

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There are about a few hundred Confucian students, and they are also the youngest group and the largest group. These are here to read. As for other gardens, like the Mo family, the students are all young people, they don't study, they make machinery, make iron, and chisel wood every day. There are also soldiers, who even cut each other with big blades, and there is no such thing as reading.

Only Confucianism, and a few schools, conduct literary classes.

The classroom is a bamboo building with windows on both sides, and there are winter bamboos in the courtyard, although these bamboos are also sleeping, you can also enjoy them. The air is also very fresh, because today's big sun came out, red, and the sun is very comfortable, so the students are not absent from class, which makes Zhou Sheng very pleased.

There are dozens of students, both male and female, and there seems to be no restriction on this aspect, and there may be some patriarchal thinking in other places, but in Kyoto, this idea is not available, and women can also go to the academy.

They are all at the age of eleven or twelve-year-old ignorance, and their hearts are frivolous and can't sink their minds, which is also the most critical time for education and the best time to establish concepts.

Zhou Sheng entered the classroom, and the teenagers who were sleeping were all called up at the same table.

Children, there is no one who is not lazy, the older the lazier. Five or six-year-old children are forced not to sleep, and when they are about eight or nine years old, they begin to have the habit of becoming lazy, which seems to be a kind of human nature.

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As a new teacher, you must first be dignified and establish your prestige, otherwise the students will laugh with you in the future, and you can't control it at all.

The problem of bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard is especially obvious at this age.

Zhou Sheng was looking for a target with a pair of eagle eyes below, and happened to see a little fat man who was still sleeping on his stomach, and sighed in his heart, I'm sorry for you, Zhou Ye wants to take you to Liwei. This big fat bird is here, and he is sorry for himself if he doesn't train him.

"Ahem~~"

Zhou Sheng coughed a few times, and the students below immediately sat upright, their waists straightened, the books in front of them were neatly placed, and the brushes and the like were also placed in the inkstone, dipped in the dark ink, waiting for the next pen.

"Hello students, I'm a new master, teaching you botany. I'm a good talker, as long as you finish your homework on time and attend classes on time, you can finish your course. Of course, I also hit people, and that's a way to educate you......"

Zhou Sheng picked up the dogma on the desk, this is a small bamboo strip with thick fingers, it hurts very much in the palm of his hand, and if he smokes it, he will get a red mark, and after a while, it will swell up, it is hot and hot, and it will not work if he puts it in cold water.

"Smack"

"Smack"

Zhou Sheng twitched a few times on the desk, and the dust on the table was blowing.

"Now, all those who sleep, get me up!"

Zhou Sheng let out a low snort, which frightened the teenagers and girls below. Of course, there are a few bold ones who are not afraid of the Master.

Of course, these bold and fat people are the sons of the prince, and ordinary masters don't dare to masturbate them. When you come to the academy, you will come to the gold-plated garden, and you will still live a life of wine and wine in the future. There are a few who can inherit the inheritance of their ancestors and grow into another vampire bat and continue to oppress the people.

This little fat man is also obviously a timid man.

"Purr~~"

The little fat man continued to sleep, ignoring Zhou Sheng's low drink.

Zhou Sheng shook the dogma and snorted.

Slowly walked up to the little fat man, and stared at him tightly, the boy slept so soundly, and the book was soaked in a large area, and the ink on it was black......

The surrounding students were excited, and when someone suffered, they went to the play. Nothing but a little sympathy.

There were even a few timid students who looked at Zhou Sheng, with a look of disdain on their faces, do you dare to fight? There have been masters who have trained them before, but it has become a common practice to say that they are done with two sentences and pull them down......

Zhou Sheng doesn't care about this, he even messes with the emperor Lao Tzu, and he is afraid of these little ghosts. Without the heart of a wolf and the courage of a leopard, he dares to rebel?

In this country where imperial power is supreme, ordinary people don't even dare to think of rebellion.

Facing this little fat man who was blind to himself, Zhou Sheng's big palm snapped and slapped on the back of his head.

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The sound was like a melon farmer slapping a watermelon, half-ripe and muffled.

"Bang"

The little fat man was suddenly attacked, and stood up with a bang, his eyes were confused, a little foggy, and he didn't realize what was going on, but the back of his head was hot and painful.

After a few breaths, when he returned to consciousness, he glared at Zhou Sheng fiercely with a pair of mung bean eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You hit me?"

Zhou Sheng slapped him on the back of the head again, slapped him on the heel, and slammed his head on the wooden table.

The little fat man screamed like a pig, "You hit me, you dare to hit me, shit, you're done......"

Zhou Sheng kicked his feet again, stepping on it softly, full of fat. This little fat man's ability to resist blows is super strong, Zhou Sheng hit a few times, although he didn't use too much force, but ordinary teenagers couldn't bear it, he had already closed his mouth in pain, and his face was purple. And this little fat man can still shout, which makes Zhou Shengsheng think about how strong his anti-fight ability is.

"Smack"

Zhou Sheng used hundreds of catties of strength to kick his fat calf. The little fat man's legs bent, and then, as if nothing was right, he stood up again.

Zhou Sheng kicked him in the ass, kicked him away, hit the wall, and his nose was crooked, but he didn't bleed.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but scold, "My day, how do you make this fat body, how can it be like dough, it can't be broken!"

Zhou Sheng lifted the fat man with a blue nose and swollen face, touched it with both hands, and pinched it hard, and the little fat man's face was cramping with pain.

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"Don't, you pervert, take your pig hands off Young Master Ben's body. You're so good."

Zhou Sheng just pinched the belly of the little fat man, and the kid screamed again. The angry Zhou Sheng threw him out with one hand.

After rolling twice on the ground, he got up again.

Zhou Sheng's eyes showed a glimmer of essence, although this little fat man was full of fat, his cells were full of medicinal power. These medicines are so strong that they can't be dissolved, and they have to be beaten to rub the medicine into the body. This is also the reason why he can't be beaten to death.

Of course, this is also a fist. If he goes up with a knife, he can't stand it, and he has to kick his legs. And Zhou Sheng didn't use all his strength, if he used all his strength, the strength of the two elephants would be used, and he would be able to smash him into meat sauce, and at that time, no matter how much medicinal power there was in the cell, it would be useless.

Zhou Sheng shook his head and sighed, this little fat man is really useless. The body is so good at practicing martial arts, but he has no strength, and it is in vain. Although those medicinal powers were integrated into the body and made him healthier, they didn't make him too strong, only a few hundred catties, and for ordinary people, he was also a strong man, but it was still not enough......

"Big tonic pill, if this is caught by the people of the Demon Dao, it will definitely be sent to the Dan furnace and a big pill will be refined......"

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The little fat man was beaten by Zhou Sheng and didn't dare to stare at him again. Sitting in the seat, but grinding his teeth there, rubbing his ......

All the teenagers were silent, no one dared to jump out to find a cut, they didn't have the ability of the little fat man to be beaten.

The students looked at Zhou Sheng with adoring eyes, and at the same time there was a hint of schadenfreude.

Although this little fat man is useless, his name is Li Qing, he is from the Li family, and his grandfather is ...... It is the god of war, Li Sheng. Of course, this little fat man is often beaten at home, but he is the only seedling of the Li family, and the baby is tight.

It is too difficult for the saints to give birth to children, because their bloodlines are too strong for ordinary women's bloodlines to bear. Just like mercury and clear water, it simply cannot be fused.

The god of war, Li Sheng, is more than 300 years old, and he gave birth to a son, who also died of old age a few years ago. Fortunately, his son left him a seedling at the age of the sixtieth birthday, otherwise this bloodline would have been cut off......

The little fat man was too old and had weak blood when his father gave birth to him, so he also caused this little fat man to have birth defects and could not practice martial arts. Otherwise, with the power of the Holy One, he can also be raised to a very high level......

After a while, Zhou Sheng knew the identity of this little fat man, and looked at him suspiciously. It's really a phoenix that gives birth to chickens, and one generation is not as good as the next......

Looking around at all the students, they were all trembling, Zhou Sheng smiled with satisfaction, and he was ready to go to class.