On a late summer afternoon, the sun is blazing. A gust of wind blew suddenly, and instead of bringing coolness, it picked up layers of heat on the ground and sent it where they couldn't go. The cicadas on the trees were burned by the heat, and they chirped even more vigorously. The noisy cicadas are always singing in bursts of time, and the cicadas are deflated, and the cicadas are full of energy, and so on, until they are tired of playing.

However, the sound of the flute from the gate of the academy stole the role of the cicada and became the loudest sound in this small world. The sound of the flute is melodious and light, as if telling the happiest thing in the world.

That's when it's time for the academy to get out of school.

Halfway through a flute song, the sound of children laughing even more happily can be heard in the school. The masters of this heaven and earth, from the cicada to the flute, have changed hands again and become the children of this academy. Before the flute music was played, the young disciples were untied from the shackles, so that the futon would not stick to their buttocks and go out to play freely.

As soon as there is a fuss on the young school's side, the long school's side will not be stable. The people sitting in the long school are all fourteen or fifteen-year-olds, and their concentration is always a little higher than that of the naughty boy with a hanging bun. However, the sound over there and the heat in the school made the teenagers feel like they were thorns in their bodies, and they sat uncomfortably.

On the stage, Wei Fuzi, who had two sideburns and star frost, just talked about the kung fu of nourishing qi luck today, in order to show the disciples the content of the oral speech, he took the lead in entering the state of pranayama, except for the heaven and earth qi, the external troubles and noises did not enter his heart. This made the disciples below anxious, and they really wanted to wake up the master and tell him that the time was up.

However, in the first year of the academy, the teachers of the kindergarten school will be very interested in teaching the etiquette. As the first academy at the foot of the Son of Heaven, how could Yingtian Academy let the disciples who went out from the gate of the academy lose their manners? What's more, most of the disciples who could get started were prominent families such as eunuchs and wealthy merchants, and if they lost their manners in the corresponding circles, then at the same time, their own houses and the academy would become a joke in the world at the same time. Never doubt how fast these after-dinner conversations are passed on in the imperial city, and the herald horses in the frontier who can run wild for three days under the stars and nights can't keep up with the speed of those grandmothers and aunties in the streets and alleys.

Every word and deed is polite, and no matter how bold and naughty a young man is, he would not dare to do such an arrogant thing as shaking the master awake.

At this time, it was obviously impossible to let the teenagers sit quietly and wait for the master to wake up, since the sound outside the body did not enter the master's ears, several bold teenagers directly lowered their voices below and began to talk.

"Brother Mu, have you heard about Guo Yue?" The first to speak was the bamboo pole, and he was called the bamboo pole because he was a head taller than all the teenagers of the same age, but his body was so thin that his skin was covered with bones, which looked like the bamboo pole used by ordinary people in the alley to dry clothes.

The boy who was called Brother Mu was the same age as the bamboo pole, and he was not taller than the bamboo pole, and the two sat at the same time, and Brother Mu's head had just reached the neck of the bamboo pole. Brother Mu is also thin, and when the teenagers look at him, they always feel that his thin body is full of strength for some reason. Indeed, in the process of the teenagers conquering each other, he got the title of "brother" with his powerful fists.

Brother Mu followed the bamboo pole and looked at the place where Guo Yue usually sits, but it was empty today, leaving only a futon on the ground.

"I heard it, it seems that Xu Shuo led someone to do it. This groom and Guo Yue have been looking at each other wrongly, and each wants to step on each other's heads. Brother Mu thought of the rumors he had heard before, and he was not surprised by Guo Yue's absence.

"That's right, this groom didn't know where to find five or six helpers yesterday and blocked Guo Yue in Erding Lane. When I came in the morning, I heard that the old slave of the Guo family had asked Wei Fuzi for half a month, saying that Master Guo was going to take Guo Yue on a long trip. I think this kid must have been beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed. ”

The bamboo poles are thinner than those of children in the slums, but they are the best in the school. Every day, as soon as the sky is bright, the bamboo pole urges the gatekeeper at the gate of the academy to get up and open the door. If you come early, you will naturally be able to learn more news by chance.

"Brother Mu, should we help Guo Yue get back face? What kind of skill is the groom capable of calling people?" A little fat man sitting behind the bamboo pole almost slapped the table when he heard the news that his good brother had been beaten. Fortunately, when I looked up and saw Wei Fuzi, the etiquette poems that he threw out returned to my stomach again.

"It's really hard to get back this face if you lose it. Brother Mu didn't speak, and the well-informed bamboo pole grabbed the words, "The old man of my family also taught me the day before yesterday that I came to the academy so early every day, and I didn't see much to learn more skills, and the horsemen of the Xu family were all taken by the Qingyun Sect." ”

As soon as the three words of Qingyun Sect came out, the other two were shocked and silent.

Step by step, step by step to immortality. There is only one sect in the world that dares to take such an artistic conception.

The children of Yingtian Academy were sent here by their families since they were young, and all they wanted was to lay a good foundation for cultivating qi from an early age and take the lead on the road to immortality. But the best academy under the feet of this Son of Heaven is not worth mentioning at all compared to the Qingyun Sect.

Whether it is a baby who has fallen to the ground or an elderly man, as long as he is selected by the Qingyun Sect, he will have the qualifications to ascend to the sky in one step. All kinds of miracles made the status of the Qingyun Sect transcendent that of all royal families, sects, and monks.

"This groom is really the ancestral tomb with green smoke and explosions. The little fat man gritted his teeth and said viciously. As long as this horseman enters the gate of Qingyun Sect, even if he is a beggar lying all day in the Imperial City Market, he can step on the heads of these people.

"If it's not easy to find, you have to find it, brother's righteousness can't become bullshit now. Brother Mu weighed for a long time, and he was also impulsive as a teenager, so he put vulgar words under the master's hall. If he hadn't lowered his voice, Wei Fuzi had settled down, otherwise he would have to go to the Ring Hall tomorrow to receive twenty boards when he came to the academy, "Xu Mafu, she hasn't entered the Qingyun Sect yet, but she just found five helpers, I will resist two, one bamboo pole, and one fat man." ”

As soon as the bamboo pole heard that there was such a "good thing" as the Jianghu brawl, he was immediately excited. Several of them are idle masters, and they practice that ethereal qi cultivation kung fu in this academy all day long, and they are really faint. However, as soon as he heard Brother Mu finish counting, the face of the bamboo pole fell: "Brother Mu, counting the groom, there are still two missing." We don't have the immortal family's Dao technique that grows three heads and six arms. ”

The fat man listened to the bamboo pole and took out his fingers to calculate one by one, as if it was really like that.

"Brother Mu, Guo Yue can't get out of bed now, we are really missing someone. The fat man had a sad face, looked down and thought for a while, as if he had thought of someone, looked up and said excitedly: "Brother Mu, aren't you good friends with him, why don't you try?"

Zhu Pole and Brother Mu also remembered a person, turned their heads to look at the front of the long school, and there was a young man sitting directly below Wei Fuzi, who was also the only boy among the dozens of people in the long school who could imitate the master and settle down.

"Wang Qianyi?" the bamboo pole was happy at first, and then kept shaking his head in denial, "How could the most proud protégé under his master's seat participate in our kind of activities?"

Bamboo pole and fat man have always wondered how Brother Mu and Wang Qianyi became friends. Although they called Brother Mu respectfully, they all knew in their hearts that several people were the same. Every time the master gave a test, it was still difficult for several people to pass together, and in the end, it was definitely not the order to enter the inner door of the academy to practice secret arts.

Wang Gan's family is not as rich as a few people, but his father is a famous Confucian in the court, and he naturally teaches Wang Qianyi by word and deed, from small behavior to reading and acting, and requires Wang Qianyi to be almost strict.

The good wood carved by Hongru himself is naturally deeply loved by the masters of the academy. The only person in the school who can follow the master into the meditation can be seen. He entered the inner courtyard to be innocent, and it was only a matter of time before he stepped on the fairy road, how could he be like these muddy boys in the streets and alleys.

What's more, he didn't have the free time to participate in this brawl.

"Bugs do make a good helper, but... It's not that there is no chance, I'll ask when I have time. Brother Mu looked at Wang Qianyi and hesitated a little in his heart.

The little insect is the nickname that Wang Qianyi himself gave himself, taken from a passage in a book that Brother Mu had never read, "The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is ridiculous." Wang Gan wanted to take the word mayfly to call himself, but Brother Mu said that he couldn't understand these words, so Wang Qian had to use a popular word, little worm.

Brother Mu was stunned when he first heard this nickname, and looking at Wang Qianyi's face with a little firm and more helpless expression at that time, he immediately understood the meaning of the nickname Little Worm.

Maybe calling him this time is not without a chance.

"This month, my father went out to get a big ticket, and came back and gave me and my brothers a lot of rewards, or I spent money to go to the Chengxi Dart Bureau to hire a few thugs to suppress the formation?"

The fat man's family has been engaged in the indecent inversion work among the three religions and nine streams for five generations, and has accumulated a lot of net worth, but he can't lift his face. In the generation of the fat man's father, his father had a bit of an adventure when he was young, and he learned some formation techniques from the down-and-out Taoists. This down-and-out Taoist should also be a formation power, with only a little fur kung fu and the ability to fight backwards, the fat man and his father can actually go down some cultivators' clothes and mounds.

Selling iron and salt is not as fast as doing a repair business, and the fat man's father has this skill, and the speed of accumulating money is faster than the previous four generations combined. The fat man's family can't be clear on the table if they have money, and they won't be stingy with pocket money for a few juniors. What can be solved with money, the fat man definitely doesn't want to contribute.

The fat man's atmosphere made Brother Mu frown: "No, let's do it ourselves, it's still a battle of righteousness between children." Spending money to call people would really slap Qingyun Sect in the face. Bamboo pole, you go and collect more useful information, and we will make plans when you hear from you. Fatty, you go and talk to your brothers, can you borrow two good things? I'll go find the worm, he's best to come, can't just let us go. ”

Brother Mu took the lead for the three of them, and laid out a simple plan after a little thought. Juvenile brawls are not as good as masters, and the more you pay attention to, the easier it is to lose.

"Has the flute sounded?" As soon as Brother Mu finished arranging, Wei Fuzi on the stage woke up from his meditation, and his voice was like waking up from a big dream, making all the disciples wonder if the old man was really tired and fell asleep.

Wei Fuzi looked around a few times, and found that the young school had dispersed, he really missed the time, looking at the disciples who were sitting in danger, the anxiety on his immature face could not be hidden, and he said with a little guilt: "Let's go away." ”

As soon as the words fell, all the young people scattered like birds and beasts, and rushed to salute the master and left the school.

Among the noisy teenagers, only the little worm who had settled down with the master still closed his eyes lightly, snorted evenly, and sat quietly on the futon. Except for Wei Fuzi, no one knows if he was really asleep.