The sun is on three poles, and the slanting sun shines on the wall.

This already quiet Zhulu Academy, with the departure of Shen Qingwen and others, became even more lonely. The old locust tree in Shen Qing's bookstore, under the dazzling eyes, seemed to have a little new sprout.

The new green dots are like a sudden death.

The old tree is sprouting, and the shadow of the tree is swaying, and Cao Tingfeng, who is wearing a white robe, glanced at the two people who were kneeling in front of him.

A thin stupid swordsman like a bamboo pole, and a fat fake Taoist like a ball.

Cao Tingfeng sighed, his eyes slightly sad. The right hand is in front of you, and the left hand is in the hand. As if to say to these two people, or to say to yourself: "I think that the junior brother will have left the city and embarked on the road of red and willow green." But I suffered from it, and in the face of the stupid old tree, I had to suffer to be happy. ”

The stupid swordsman didn't speak, his face was pale, and he looked down at his shadow. The fake Taoist priest's eyes were slightly upward, and then he hurriedly flashed downward, and his round face, which was as round as a cake, was already covered with beads of sweat.

After so many years of mixing rivers and lakes, although it has no great reputation, it is also a little famous. Not to mention the size of Zhongzhou, at least within the Lower Seven Kingdoms, they are still a little well-known.

The silly knife man is stupid, but his knife is fast. A fake Taoist priest is fake, but his floating dust is more real than anyone else.

But this is how the two people who want the wind and the rain in Zhulu City, now they are kneeling under the old locust tree, and they dare not make a sound.

Seeing that the two of them were still stunned, Cao Tingfeng sighed again. Lonely Fang admires herself, so she has to be bored. He only hopes that Li Changan can come back as soon as possible, and this stall really doesn't have an appetite for him Cao Tingfeng.

After finding a clean place, the man in white sat down. The white robe swayed lightly, Cao Tingfeng naturally cocked Erlang's legs, with a shallow smile on his face, like an elegant student, with a little bit of gangsterism on his body, "You two don't have to be so nervous, if you count by age, I still have to call you two seniors." ”

Silly swordsman and fake fat man, you look at me, I glared at you, one with a wry smile on his face, and the other with a shiny face. They all knew it was time to speak out, but they all chose not to speak.

Cao Tingfeng glanced at the sky lightly, and there were a few snow-white flowers floating on the blue sky. He wanted to know if the teacher had set off and if the senior brother was still alive. He wanted to see the elder brother, but he didn't want the teacher to go to that ghost place again.

A self-deprecating smile hung on his lips, but in the end, he still chose to regress.

The teacher is right, Cao Tingfeng is a fool. The senior brother is right, Cao Tingfeng is a smart baby.

"Okay, don't cry with a sad face," Cao Tingfeng got up, his black hair moved with the wind, he looked down at the two people who were still kneeling on the ground in front of him, "When the news comes from Chutian's side, our side will also take action." At that time, Zhulu Academy will have to rely on the two seniors. ”

"Cao Tingfeng, you do this, hit the stone with an egg. If you don't want to lose your own life, you have to pull us along! You say, what kind of reason is this?" The false Taoist priest was not happy, knelt on the ground, and shouted at Cao Cao with an unwilling face.

Cao Tingfeng plucked his ears, his face was lazy, "Do you believe it or not, I can ask for your life now?"

The fake Taoist priest immediately closed his mouth and knelt there honestly. He likes to play tricks on weekdays, but now he has no voice, but the stupid swordsman who doesn't talk much on weekdays has moved.

"Listen to the wind and see the snow, saint protégé. You were so radiant, but now you are missing and you are losing your mind. The stupid swordsman stood up half a head taller than Cao Tingfeng, and he stared at Cao Tingfeng directly, "I don't know what you mean by this, but I think you should know what the final fate of the confrontation with the superpower is." Your senior brother is the best example of this. ”

A roar of thunder swept across the clear sky, and the frightened fake Taoist priest jumped up. His round body looked like a ball in midair, and within a few seconds, he sat on the ground again. While making a few sighs in his mouth, he didn't forget to sneak a peek at Cao Tingfeng's expression. He wasn't worried about this stupid swordsman, but he was afraid that this Cao Tingfeng would get angry and kill the stupid swordsman, not to mention it, and even involved himself to go to Huangquan with him.

This transaction is very lossy, and it is impossible for a fake Taoist priest to be willing to do it. He wanted to play a round for the stupid swordsman, but he also knew that it was better for him not to speak out at this time.

To the surprise of the fake Taoist, this Cao Tingfeng didn't seem to hear it. He glanced at the stupid swordsman faintly, then turned around, leaving a word of instruction.

The fake Taoist priest was dumbfounded, and only after Cao Tingfeng walked away did he stand up. Walking up to the stupid swordsman, he asked, "Fool, have you become smarter?"

"You fake Taoist priest, who are you talking about?" The stupid swordsman snorted coldly, held his waist, and exhaled happily and easily, he looked at the place where Cao Tingfeng disappeared, and muttered: "Fatty, we are not so easy to fool the past this time." This man wants to turn the sky upside down, and we are a little ant who helps him turn the world upside down. ”

"Swordsman, you're wrong," the false Taoist priest shook his head, his small eyes flickering with a solemn expression, "Perhaps, he is the one who turned the heavens upside down." ”