Yang Fusang in the pavilion crossed his legs, obviously ready to listen to the story, his head was raised with his right hand, and then he put his right hand on the table next to him, and put half of the gravity of his body on this side. She feels that to listen to a story, you must have the attitude of listening to the story, so as to live up to the content of the story, even if the protagonist of the story is herself, she also needs to listen to it in this way.

The eavesdroppers in the courtyard were ready, but the teachers and students in the school were immersed for a while before they heard the voices inside.

"It's still related to the shooting of the sun," Mr. sat in his seat, smashed two sips of tea, put down the tea, got up and walked down from his seat, step after step, step after step, each step was like making a major decision, and he stepped very slowly.

After reaching the middle, Mr. Fang stopped, looked at all the students, and spoke, "There are many things that the Sun Shooting War will bring to future generations, just like what you just said. The gentleman pointed to the boy sitting on his right.

"Do any of you know what kind of existence the Sangyang Clan is?" Mr. suddenly turned around, put his hands behind his back, and the dark green robe on his body swayed.

The students in the seat all looked at Mr. in unison, although there were tree clans, birds, and beasts among them, they were all here to study, one was to admire Mr. 's knowledge and talent, and the other was to get into the only immortal qi that had ascended to the immortal and ascend as soon as possible.

Among the students, there are many who are good at reading, they have brought out the official history and wild biography they have seen, and there are also those who love to listen to books, and they actually told the books they heard.

"What you have heard, what you have seen, and what you have heard, is right. The gentleman's words brought out the atmosphere of the class again.

"All right?"

"It's impossible, it's all right?"

"I read the History of the Sangyang Clan. ”

"Sir, he lied, and the family history of the people showed you, who do you think you are?"

"I just watched it!"

"I don't know where I got the wild history, and what kind of family history is still pretending to be there. ”

This voice is obviously the rhythm of the fight, why is this gentleman silent? Could it be that this school is really well-read, each expressing his own opinions, and having his own freedom of speech?

If it goes on like this, it's no wonder if you don't fight, Yang Fusang rolled up his sleeves, put down his upturned legs, and was about to rush in, when the gentleman, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"True and false, it's all in my heart, let's have a seminar on ancient history! The gentleman returned to his seat, picked up the ring ruler on the table and walked down, and the seedlings who were about to fight were instantly extinguished when the ring ruler was picked up.

Seeing this, Mr. threw the ring ruler on the table and said, "Continue to the question just now, you didn't answer it, in fact, the Sangyang clan and its patriarch live in the East Wilderness Daze in the east of the East China Sea, and most of the clansmen died during the Sun Shooting War. ”

"Sir, why are we exceptional?"

"You are stupid! the patriarch disappeared for more than 10,000 years before taking the throne, and this more than 10,000 years has been living on our Mo!"

"Hawthorn, you actually call me stupid, don't you rely on your father to tell stories in the Octagonal Pavilion, do you know these ancient secrets?"

"What's wrong?"

"Shut up, all of you, and listen to him!" a boy roared, and the argument finally stopped.

When they were arguing, the gentleman returned to his seat, picked up the teacup, and took two sips of tea, "That's what the patriarch of the Sangyang clan means, Moshang is her hometown." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was another discussion.

After half a cup of tea, Mr. put away the ruler and placed it on the ruler rack in front of the table, "Okay, that's all for today's class! ”

Outside the courtyard, Yang Fusang leaned against the pavilion pillar, interesting, this gentleman actually knew his intentions, she was interested in this gentleman.

When she was tidying up the grass and trees all over the world, it was to take care of Tong Niang who lived on Mo and this group of people she knew, and the world only thought that she was to make up for the missing position of the Sangyang clan, but she didn't know that she was still thinking about one side.

After Mr. finished class, he heard someone shouting, "Today's storyteller in the Octagonal Pavilion is telling the story of the Sangyang patriarch, let's hurry up!"

Getting out of school is what students are looking forward to the most, and if there is something they love waiting for them, they must rush out of the school quickly.

When Yang Fusang was preparing to hide in the pavilion, a student rushed out, Yang Fusang's gaze stayed at the door, the student was looking outside the school, this look was facing each other, as an old aunt, Yang Fusang turned around and looked at the scenery on the other side of the pavilion.

Then, one by one, the students came out of the house, and Yang Fusang stood in the pavilion, and they only glanced at the woman in the pavilion, and then ran towards the octagonal pavilion on the other side of the mountain.

Seeing the students walking out of the house, Yang Fusang suddenly remembered that their school seemed to be stacked with sundries before, when Tong Niang built this house, it was built with two floors, the upper floor was inhabited, the lower floor was stacked with sundries, and there was a kitchen. Since the lower floor has become a school, is the upper floor still there?

Yang Fusang's feet unconsciously walked towards the door of the school.

The gentleman was packing up his things, and when he saw a figure, he lowered his head and loaded his things again, "But you forgot to take something?"

"Sir!" Yang Fusang opened his mouth, wanting to ask Mr. How to know about the Sangyang clan and Yang Fusang, when Mr. looked up at the student standing at the door.

The student at the door, although he was dressed in a strange outfit, had an extremely familiar face.

"San'er?" the book that Mr. had put in his hand fell to the ground.

Yang Fusang, who was standing at the door, saw a thin gentleman holding a book, a dark green robe, and a slender white hosta like pine needles on his head, and a cute brother blurted out.

In the past, the playmate who went up the mountain and down the field together, planted melons and stole flowers, appeared in front of him, and the changes in her/his face are confirming that you have not seen each other for many years, and there is a saying that the years are a knife.

At this time, Song Mengmeng was still thin and thin, but with a robe on her body, she lost the fearlessness of her youth, and had a much more elegant appearance. And Yang Fusang has faded away from the thinness and youthfulness of the year, and is a little stronger and more mature.

Song Mengmeng took a step first, walked in the direction of Yang Fusang, approached, raised his right hand, and patted Yang Fusang's shoulder, "Okay, good." ”

Two good in a row, Song Mengmeng expressed his heart, all along, he is not like Yunwu, nor like Chashan Liu, he really sees Sang'er as his own sister-in-law, seeing the appearance of the sister shows that she is doing well, as an elder brother, the happiness of the younger sister is the most important, as a relative, the younger sister comes back to see the brother, it is his second good.

"Brother Mengmeng, how are you?" Yang Fusang picked up his little fist and knocked on his arm like he did back then.

"Sang'er, lightly, you are now an immortal, how can your fist brother stand it. Song Mengmeng reached out and grabbed Yang Fusang's wrist, turned around, and changed Yang Fusang's wrist to the other, "Sang'er, go, go up and take a look at your room, brother, I keep it!"

Yang Fusang looked at Song Mengmeng, who was pulling himself through his clothes, and felt pampered, "Brother Mengmeng, you, this school?"

"At first, I only taught me and the children of Chashan Liu, and then everyone wanted to let the children study, so they discussed using your house, you don't know, the guy in Chashan knows to use your house, and he has to fight with them, and then it was the head of the Yun family, that is, Yunwu, he came forward, and this school was completed, fortunately, I had the same idea as Yunwu, and the room above was kept, come, take a look. After Song Mengmeng finished speaking, her eyes dimmed again.

"What's wrong?

"I'm afraid you don't like it!"

"I like it, thank you Brother Mengmeng for thinking so much for me, the time with you here is my best time, by the way, what about Chashan Liu's fat?"

"He's he, I'll take you to see him later, that guy is moisturizing now! It's just you, you come back, does Yunwu know?" When it came to Yunwu, Song Mengmeng was very careful, afraid that if he was not careful, the sister in front of him would disappear again.

"I don't know, I came back secretly, brother, it's nothing, I have married him separately, and the children are ······" Yang Fusang originally wanted to talk about Yunwu's son Yun Fengxi, but after thinking about it, Fengxi became a demon and became a demon Venerable, and few people knew about it, "How old are the children, brother, let's go and see the six fat people in Chashan!"

As far as Yu Yang Fusang is concerned, this room is still the same as it was back then, it is well preserved, but the room is a dead thing, and there is nothing to look at.

"Okay, just look at it, then, let's go find that guy from Chashan. Song Mengmeng left a note, closed the door of the school, and took Yang Fusang to find Chashan Liu.

For tens of thousands of years, Mo Shang is no longer what it was back then, and Yang Fusang vaguely recognized that the road that Song Mengmeng took was to go to Chashan Liu's fat home, "This is the road of Chashan's house, and it has become so lively!"

"Do you still recognize? In the past few years, the city has been expanding, and the road here has also been re-planned, San'er, don't you remember that pit?"

"Well, that pit, Chashan Liu's fat body has filled the pit with his body more than once, of course I remember. ”

Talking and laughing, the relationship between the two was not rusty, Song Mengmeng walked in front as usual, and Yang Fusang followed behind her.

Many times, the four of them went out to hunt for treasures and explore, and Song Mengmeng walked in front of Yang Fusang, saying that if he encountered danger, he could block it for Sang'er. Thinking of these now, Yang Fusang's eyes will inevitably be a little moist, and that era is the most fearless and fearless time.

Walking to a pavilion, Song Mengmeng stopped, "Sang'er, huh." Song Mengmeng pointed to the people in the pavilion, and Yang Fusang looked in the direction he pointed.

The plaque of the pavilion reads "Octagonal Pavilion" on three large characters, and the three sides of the pavilion are full of people, including old gentlemen smoking pots, students with schoolbags on their backs, women holding children sitting next to them, and barefoot men standing behind, listening and teasing the children in the hands of women.

There is no Chashan Liuchubby in Yangfusang's memory, and when he was about to ask Song Mengmeng on the side, he heard a familiar voice, yes, it was Chashan's six chubby voices.

Looking at the sound, in front of a desk in the middle of the pavilion, a chubby gentleman was shaking a paper fan and covering his fleshy cheeks, "This Sangyang clan patriarch Yang Fusang had amazing talent when she was a child, she and the contemptible people, and Mr. Song on the other side of the mountain are her friends, and the current head of the Yun family also grew up with us." Let's not talk about the Yun family master, let's just talk about my relationship with the patriarch ·······"

"That's why he takes it out and blows it every day!" Song Mengmeng pulled Yang Fusang and sat down on a stone not far away, "He doesn't have to care about anything now, so he sits in the pavilion with a paper fan all day long and tells stories to people, all of which are made up by himself, like the prince of the demon world and the fairy of the heavenly world, as well as Meng Po of the underworld, he dares to tell it." ”

"I can't see it! Chashan Liu still has such a talent, and his ability to make up stories is no worse than that of Si Ming Xingjun, does he also make up mine?"

"Yours is true, but he has added a lot of ingredients to himself, you listen, what he is talking about now is the part where we went to Luoxia Mountain. Song Mengmeng pointed to the pavilion and stopped talking.

Yang Fusang next to him also stopped and listened to what this tea mountain six fat fat men said about this story.