Gan Ping came out of the bathtub, changed into the small clothes that Ma Zhang had just changed, picked up the ring that he put aside in the bath, and looked at it carefully, perhaps, this ring is the key to his life experience? Thinking of this, he took out a few cotton threads from the corner of his clothes, kneaded them into a thin rope, and carefully put the ring on his neck.

Poor him, he didn't know that the jade pendant given to him by his biological father had already melted in the spiritual fire of the leyline, and this ring that he cherished extremely was left by the Xuan Mingzi who harmed his father, and things in the world are often so ridiculous.

Pushing open the door, he walked out of the inner room, and saw Mr. Zhang who was reading behind the bookcase, Gan Ping walked over gently, bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Mr. for taking me in." Mr. Zhang was looking at the book intently, and when he heard him thank him, he looked up and couldn't help but feel a burst of admiration in his heart.

A good little doll carved in pink and jade, washed away the dust, Gan Ping is no longer the sloppy little flower child, the white little face, the face is like a crown of jade, already a little handsome, standing there, not humble or arrogant, like a little adult, especially the eyebrows between a touch of perseverance, let Mr. Zhang admire, it seems that the little flower child who took in is not ordinary, he seems to see the appearance of the little Gan Ping in front of the bookcase a few years later.

Although Gan Ping is young, but recently he has encountered a lot of adventures, first three kinds of spiritual things to temper the body, and then in the forest to enlightenment, practice the body forging method to defeat the wolf, a series of things will polish his piece of jade to gradually show the edges and corners, the flawless temperament of the beautiful jade gradually exudes out, to the front of the bookcase, the natural temperament is outstanding, different from ordinary children.

Mr. Zhang looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but secretly scream "Okay", the boy in front of him had smart eyes, he must be very intelligent, and his temperament was also extraordinary. As the saying goes, three years old looks old, Mr. Zhang believes that if Xiao Ganping has been trained by himself, he will become atmospheric, although he appreciates it in his heart, he still said quietly: "Well, can you read?"

"Recognize some. "Okay, there are books in the corner, you can look for them, don't disturb me, tomorrow morning, you will go to class with the children of the village, since you have settled in this Ma family, you must study hard, and you must not live up to this great opportunity." ”

"Yes, Gan Ping must study hard. "In front of me, you have to call yourself a disciple and respect your teacher, do you understand?"

"Yes, disciple understands. ”

Mr. Zhang looked at Gan Ping in front of him more and more happy, but he didn't know what to say before he was married, so he had to tell the matter of reading, seeing Gan Ping's respectful attitude, he liked it even more, but he didn't know what to say anymore, so he had to wave his hand and let Gan Ping go aside.

Seeing this, Gan Ping walked alone to the bookshelf in the corner and looked carefully. If Ma Ling'er was beside her at this time, she would definitely pout her mouth and secretly slander Mr. Zhang and her mother for being as thick as her, the book in this corner is Mr. Zhang's heart, and he can't touch it on weekdays, and other children don't even want to touch it, why is this little Huazi coming, and everyone is so good to him?

Looking at Gan Ping, who took out a book in the corner of the wall and was reading carefully, the corner of Mr. Zhang's mouth showed a smile of relief, this son is steady, alert, respectful, it is a good material for reading, it seems that what he has learned in this body finally has a mantle heir. The small man in the corner of the wall was wearing a gray-white robe, Ma Zhang's was a little anxious when he was restructured, and he changed Gan Ping's clothes into the same robe as Mr. Zhang, and wore it on Gan Ping at this time, with an indescribable bookish atmosphere, the long hair on his head was pulled up, and a small wooden hairpin was inserted on it, standing in the faint sunlight in front of the window, like dust.

After a few glances at Gan Ping, Mr. Zhang came back to his senses and continued to concentrate on reading the book, and for a while, the two scholars in the room, one big and one small, contrasted with each other. Unfortunately, this tranquil atmosphere was quickly broken by a loud noise, and a small fiery red shadow rushed in from the window, jumped on Gan Ping's shoulder, squeaked, and the noise of a group of children outside the door came in.

"The monkey is in, the monkey is in, go get it. ”

"No, at this time, the master's house can't be intruded..."

"Oops, go quick..."

The door was opened, and Mr. Zhang stood in the room with a pale face, looking at the group of children at the door, including Ma Ling'er.

"Come in, stand still. "Look at me, look at you, look at you, these children, reluctantly walked into the house, bowed their heads and stood in a row. Mr. Zhang was obviously very angry, picked up the ring ruler on the bookcase, and scolded loudly: "Have you forgotten how I used to teach you? ”

The little girl pinched her foot and said with a wince: "Sir told us that scholars should be elegant and sit and lie calmly, that is, they should not be noisy, like a monkey." Hearing this, the children behind her burst into laughter, "Smack!" Mr. Zhang slapped the ring ruler heavily on the bookcase, and scolded: "Still laughing, look at what you have become one by one, why are you so disgraced?"

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but feel a little angry, in the past, these students were all well-behaved, how could they be rolling out of the soil today, just now he was looking at Xiao Ganping who was floating out of the dust, and suddenly these noisy mud monkeys came, thinking that they were all his own disciples, he couldn't help but feel a little disliked.

Seeing that there was no squeak from the student, Mr. Zhang picked up the ring ruler and said, "You are all people who read the books of the sages, and you are all like this, insulting Sven, stand up, stretch out your hand, and each person will receive the three ring rulers, and then go back to wash them." Then he walked up to a child, who honestly stretched out his hand, took the three precepts, and went home dejected to wash.

After beating one after another, Ma Ling'er was left in the end, and the little girl saw that everyone had received the three ring rulers, so she had to cower and step forward, stretched out her white and tender little hands, and looked at Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang was just about to get off the foot, and saw that the little girl was already full of tears, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, and saw that these students were almost separated, so she gently patted it in the white and tender palm. Then he turned his head and looked at the fire on Gan Ping's shoulder.

Huo'er, the culprit who made these children suffer a lot, was still watching Mr. Zhang beating people with great interest, seeing him staring at himself, he couldn't help but squeak, looking left and right, and finally saw that Mr. Zhang was still staring at himself, so he had to hang his head and stretch out his furry little paws, looking like he was resigned to fate.

Seeing that this small monkey the size of a palm was so humane, Mr. Zhang, who was as rigid as Mr. Zhang, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, but immediately straightened his face and said: "You monkey, if you have nothing to do, I will punish you for giving me ink." Looking at the small fire, Mr. Zhang remembered a kind of monkey that he had heard of, this kind of monkey was only the size of a palm, and the big families of the scholarly family often caught it and domesticated it for grinding ink, but that kind of monkey was all over the body, and it was called the ink monkey, which was very different from the red-haired monkey.

It's strange to say, this fire is the king and hegemon in the mountains and forests, and even the vicious black panther was tamed by him, but in front of this Mr. Zhang, just like the group of children just now, he was in awe and much more honest.

After Mr. Zhang sat down on the bookcase, he beckoned to Huo'er, and the monkey jumped over the bookcase and stared at Mr. Zhang. Seeing it squatting there honestly, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but smile, pointed to the four treasures of the study on the case, Huo'er first scratched his scalp with some puzzlement, and then squeaked like a sudden realization, jumped over, raised a brush, and danced the crazy ape stick method. This little monkey is holding a brush that is much taller than it, and it is quite disciplined in one move and one style, and it looks cute and cute, Ma Ling'er giggles when she sees this.

Looking at Mr. Zhang again, his face was still pale, and he looked at the little monkey in front of him with a calm face, and couldn't help but pick up a brush and knock it on its head, and the fire that was dancing the brush like crazy looked at him in amazement, as if he didn't understand why he was so angry. Mr. Zhang took out the brush in the monkey's paws, carefully placed it on the pen holder, picked up the ink, slowly sharpened it on the inkstone, grinded it a few times, put down the ink strip, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Huo'er, Huo'er's eyes were rolling around, and he didn't know where he was, what to pay attention to.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang took out a stack of peanuts from under the case like a trick, picked one up, and shook it in front of Huo'er, and the monkey hurriedly snatched it, peeled off the shell in a few clicks, and ate the peanut kernels with a quack. At this time, Ma Ling'er, who was standing below, had already spotted Gan Ping on the side, and couldn't help but say strangely: "Who are you, why haven't I seen you?"

Gan Ping blinked his eyes on the side, and said rather depressedly: "My name is Gan Ping." "Little beggar?" Ling'er couldn't help but circle around him, "so you look good when you wash it." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Gan Ping's face, Gan Ping rolled his eyes widely, tilted his head, and avoided teasing his white and tender little hands. Seeing that Gan Ping didn't let herself touch it, Ma Ling'er didn't care, grabbed Gan Ping's hand and walked out, "Go, let my mother and them take a look at you, it turns out that you are not pitch black, giggles." ”

When Gan Ping heard this, he sighed helplessly, but he didn't leave with the little girl, but just raised his eyes to look at Mr. Zhang, who was tirelessly training monkeys. Mr. Zhang, who was sitting behind the bookcase, had long since lost the fierce look he had just now, and was using peanuts to temper the fire in front of him, feeling Gan Ping's gaze, he waved his hand and said, "Go, I'll go to Ling'er's house for dinner in a while, you go over first." ”

After speaking, he ignored the pair of little men and women who were pulling and pulling below, and then picked up a peanut and put it in front of Huo'er, it seems that this Mr. Zhang is not only tireless, but also has a passion for education and training for heterogeneous. Ignoring Mr. Zhang, who was incarnated as a strange uncle in the house to train monkeys, Ma Linger excitedly pulled Gan Ping and ran out of the door.