The world is declining, morality is declining, and a man actually stayed in the middle of the night in the mountains and forests to the twenty-eight teenagers!

Tell the truth.

When the moon is dreamless, it just began to say that the beautiful scenery of the good day should not be wasted, and it is time to sleep all night tonight.

Zhang Feng was still trembling, thinking that this kid was coveting his beauty and was ready to engage in glass.

It's a well-dressed beast!

But I never expected that this kid was not as good as ......

Zhang Feng's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and he wrote the three thousand and six hundred "one".

Yue Wumeng looked at Zhang Feng's pen, and casually threw a chalk head on Zhang Feng's face.

Zhang Feng had been prepared for a long time, but he found that even if he had full attainments in refining the bone realm, he would not be able to escape this chalk head......

"What kind of mystical technique is this, doesn't it mean that scholars can't fight?!" Zhang Feng looked at the mysterious trajectory of the chalk head, and looked confused with a big bag on his head.

I'm afraid I've practiced this!

"I'll say it again," Yue Wumeng said slowly, "If you want to use the Wen Dao technique, the words you write must resonate with heaven and earth, and every stroke must not be sloppy in the slightest. ”

"When the pen falls horizontally, press down slightly, then move the pen to the right while lifting, and finally press the tip of the pen down slightly, and then quickly lift the ......" Yue Wumeng pointed to Zhang Feng's pen with dissatisfaction.

Zhang Feng: "......"

"You haven't entered the Tao of Literature now, you don't have a literary qi in your body, the first thing you need to do is to read more books of the ancients, write more, and accumulate literary energy. Yue Wumeng glanced at Zhang Feng and said slowly, "When the realm is high, you can come up with beautiful verses by yourself and resonate with heaven and earth." ”

"Don't blame me for being harsh. But all the texts, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, are like this at the beginning, and they accumulate literary spirit with diligent study and hard practice. ”

Zhang Feng looked confused: "Then there is no need to practice a word more than 3,000 times, right?"

"Hehe, I can't stand it more than 3,000 times?" Yue Wumeng glanced at Zhang Feng, and said: "Back then, I studied with a teacher, read for 20 years, wrote for 50 years, wrote 30,000 words in the world, wrote ten times a day, and my hands were bloody, and I could only soak in ice to relieve pain." People who are literal and Taoist are about the same, and there are even strong people who have practiced calligraphy for a hundred years, and they must know that if they are like building a high house, they must first lay a foundation before they can succeed. ”

"Zhang Feng, the Qilinzi of Lizhou, became a Wendao saint master in one step, it seems to be beautiful, but the blood and sweat behind him is unimaginable. Yue Wumeng looked up at the sky with admiration.

Zhang Feng: "......"

Tell the truth.

That Wendao Holy Master is sitting here right now, being trained like a schoolboy by you.

I'm still practicing.

"Okay, keep writing. Yue Wumeng pinched up a piece of chalk again, and looked at Zhang Feng with a serious face.

Zhang Feng: "......"

That's enough!

At this moment, Zhang Feng even planned to kill Yue Wumeng directly.

You demon gates are all sick, aren't you?

Zhang Feng has never seen such a rampant captive, I just want to use you to infiltrate the demon gate, why are you here to teach me to read and write?ah?

"No, are you Demon Gate so idle, aren't you going to make money?" Zhang Feng looked at Yue Wumeng with a confused expression.

"We're not idle. Yue Wumeng said lightly, "It's just that each performs its own duties." ”

Zhang Feng was stunned, "Huh?"

"Those who make money are those elders who are proficient in the way of business, and those who fight are done by disciples and rewards and punishments, while me, who only has literary attainments but has no cultivation and ability to make money, belongs to the Ministry of Spiritual Construction. ”

When Yue Wumeng said this, he groaned for a while, and thought about it Anyway, Zhang Feng, these captured talents, would also be classified into the Spiritual Construction Department, so he simply let go and said: "The Spiritual Construction Department, on the one hand, is responsible for the internal spiritual construction, and writes articles to encourage the people of the Demon Gate to pursue their dreams, which is the spiritual core of the Demon Gate.

On the other hand, it is to write articles and publish them in the newspapers and periodicals of the Yin and Yang Dynasty, on the one hand, to earn manuscript fees, and on the other hand, to potentially publicize the dream of my Demon Gate in the article, cultivate potential believers for my Demon Gate, and expand publicity. ”

"You must know that sometimes a pen name with tens of thousands of fans can say one word more effectively than a hundred rewards and punishments. My Demon Sect has been suppressed by countless sects, and it can only be publicized like this. ”

Yue Wumeng patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder, "At the same time, my Demon Gate takes the pursuit of dreams as the highest criterion, so the status of the Spiritual Construction Department in the Demon Gate is also supreme. ”

"Just say that the cloud rudder master of the Yin and Yang Dynasty is the minister of the Ministry of Spiritual Construction. The current demon lord is the previous minister of the Ministry of Spiritual Construction. And the rewards and punishments, as well as the business sector, in the final analysis, are actually to spread dreams and fulfill dreams. ”

"What an honor it is for you to go to the Demon Gate and join the Ministry of Spiritual Construction in the future. Yue Wumeng said this, in fact, it was also to make Zhang Feng less reluctant to join the Demon Gate.

Zhang Feng was stunned when he heard this, the division of labor within this demon gate was so strict?

To tell the truth, Zhang Feng thought that the Demon Gate was a business alliance with dreams as the slogan and evil organizations as the guise of an evil organization......

As a result, I never expected that this demon gate turned out to be an evil organization with a strict division of labor, pursuing dreams, and using business alliances as a guise.

Zhang Feng suddenly thought that if he mastered the spiritual construction department...... Is that equivalent to the dream of secretly controlling the Demon Gate? That is not only mastering this Yin and Yang Divider, but also equivalent to mastering the entire Demon Gate!

Just when Zhang Feng was pondering this matter.

Yue Wumeng patted Zhang Feng's shoulder and yawned: "Okay, I'm a little sleepy." ”

Zhang Feng's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, his heart was extremely excited, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "I'm also sleepy, let's go to sleep." ”

"What do you sleep on?" Yue Wumeng looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.

Zhang Feng: "???"

"Organize your class notes and check them tomorrow morning. Yue Wumeng said as she lay on the mattress that Zhang Feng took out.

"In addition, the homework after class is to write 20,000 times of the word "one", complete it tonight, write less once or write a bad one, hit the palm of your hand ten times, and I will correct you tomorrow morning. ”

"I'm doing this for your own good, stupid bird flies first. Okay, I'll go to sleep first. ”

After Yue Wumeng finished speaking, he snored directly.

I didn't worry about being hammered to death by Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng silently looked at Yue Wumeng, and the ethereal sword was lifted and put down several times.

If you do it now, Yue Wumeng, a stupid white sweet, doesn't know how she died.

But if he kills him, Zhang Feng will have to find a way to enter the demon gate again.

And Zhang Feng has been going all the way, and he feels that this month without dreams seems to be not bad, that is, he is a little silly and sweet, and then he is inexplicably dedicated......

"Alas. Zhang Feng let out a long sigh and put down the ethereal sword.

Bear with me.

In order to infiltrate the great cause of the Demon Gate.

If you don't do your homework, you're going to make a big plan.

Do your homework all night to become a master.

But looking at Yue Wumeng's sleeping appearance, Zhang Feng suddenly showed a hideous sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Who said that killing people is the most hateful?

The pain and shame of life is worse than death, and it is the most desperate.

Zhang Feng lifted the ethereal sword and walked slowly towards Yue Wumeng, who was sleeping heavily.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more hideous.

After a cold sword light, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes and turned to leave.

The cave that was originally hazy with moonlight became bright at this moment.

Zhang Feng felt that after Yue Wumeng got up, he would definitely be particularly surprised.

Under the moonlight, in the sound of snoring.

Zhang Feng lifted the pen.

Write homework.

Lizhou Qilinzi, Wufeng Holy Son, and Wendao Holy Master Zhang Feng never thought that one day he would write the homework assigned by the teacher.

I've crossed over, I've cultivated it, I've become a unicorn in Lizhou, so I still have to do my homework!

This night, Zhang Feng once again felt the fear of being dominated by homework.