In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Wu and his son had breakfast and came to the peach tree to complete the day's body refining homework, until the sun rose and the town slowly woke up.

After Zhao Xifeng went home to wash, he put the token and book he had received from Zhou Zhe yesterday into the bookbag sewn by Aunt Li, and walked to Panlong Academy alone.

"Yo, Sect Master Zhao is going to study?"

"Zhao Jiawa'er, you Amitabha Buddha is tired of saying that you want to change your mind?"

The elders in the town who were familiar with Zhao Xifeng saw the first naughty boy in the town with a bookbag on his back, looking like a serious student, they all felt funny and stepped forward to ridicule him.

Zhao Xifeng's neck was stalked, and he rolled up his sleeves around to learn the appearance of Xiucai in the play, and replied softly: "Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaosheng is rushing to the school, please get out of the way quickly, if you delay the morning class, you can be careful about the flesh and skin on the dolls in your family, Uncle Wang, I saw your three dogs on the way to the school to register yesterday." ”

In the crowd, Uncle Wang's face collapsed, and he muttered: "How could someone as kind as Lao Zhao raise such a bastard as you." Saying this, he stepped back and made way of the way.

Everyone laughed and scolded for a while and dispersed, Zhao Xifeng looked around, laughed, and ran to the direction of the school with a small bookbag.

In front of the school, Zhou Zhe stood quietly with a smile, and all the students stepped forward one by one to salute.

Zhou Zhe returned the salute one by one, separated the children who had passed the preliminary examination from others, and sent them to the side hall of the school, and the rest were led to the main hall by another teacher.

The children in the side hall were slightly excited, after yesterday's illusion, everyone guessed something in their ignorance, and they couldn't help but be excited about their future school career.

When Zhao Xifeng entered the side hall, the people had almost arrived, the town was not big, most of them were familiar faces, except for the girls of the Li family, most of them had been beaten by the fist of this little demon king.

When all the children saw Zhao Xifeng enter the door, most of them took half a step back, revealing a look of vigilance and horror, and two of them had even opened their mouths to cry, but they were glared at by Zhao Xifeng and held back.

Only a child who was obviously two laps taller than the other children slowly walked out of the crowd and greeted Zhao Xifeng: "Sect Leader Zhao, after the battle at the entrance of the vegetable market three days ago, don't come to harm, right?"

The person who came was Dong Erpang, Erfat's father was a lieutenant in the Zhenbei Army, and since he was a child, Erpang was trained to practice martial arts by various military elders, plus he was physically strong, and he was not left behind when he was facing Zhao Xifeng, so he formed a "Feng Destroying Gang" in the east of the town to fight against the arrogance of the "Xifeng Sect", and he was one of the few "heroes" among his peers in Panlong Town who were not afraid of the little devil.

Zhao Xifeng didn't raise his eyelids, but just scribbled back the salute in a nondescript manner, and said perfunctorily: "Dong Gang Master, it's easy to say," obviously didn't take Dong Erfat seriously.

The "Dong Gang Master" was furious, and the "hero" cherished the chic and heroic style of the "hero", but he did not get the slightest respect, and the pride of the rivers and lakes that he had finally brewed in vain. So he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to continue the battle at the peak of the vegetable market three days ago, when he suddenly heard someone behind him call weakly: "Brother Xifeng." Li Xuan walked out of the crowd and ran towards Zhao Xifeng, saying that Brother Xifeng, I have been waiting for you for a long time in the morning.

The second fat put down his fist and sighed, the hero is short of breath and the love of children is long, this is probably the fate that the children of the rivers and lakes can't escape.

After the children joked, they saw Zhou Zhe leading an old gentleman in his forties and fifties with a goatee into the side hall slowly, gradually quieting down, and looking at the new teacher with an excited expression.

Zhou Zhe looked around and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, I am the trusted sect of the Great Zhou Panlong Academy, my name is Zhou Zhe, you can call me Mr. Zhou." ”

"Mr. Zhou. The students bowed.

Zhou Zhe looked at the pair of eager eyes beside him, remembered the first time he saw his master when he was a child, and said softly: "You guessed right, I will be responsible for teaching you to practice." ”

There was a commotion among the students.

"But before you can do that, you must be able to pick up this gourd and drink this bowl of water. As he spoke, he walked to the podium, took out a gourd and a small bowl out of nowhere and put them on the stage, Zhou Zhe paused, and said with a smile, "If you can drink the water in the pot, come to the teacher's room to find me, if you can't do it, just like other students, study hard first." Then he turned and left.

The students looked at each other in a stunned manner, and after a while, the children who were the first to react got up and stepped forward to check, and when they were halfway through, they heard a crisp sound behind them, and when they looked back, the old gentleman brought by Zhou Zhe was holding a one-foot-long ring ruler and was slapping the door frame, and the students shrunk their necks and returned to their original positions.

The old man walked through the crowd to the podium, threw the ring ruler on the table with a "bang", cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Go to class!"

Everyone reluctantly found their own places to sit down, thinking that they could get in touch with the magical cultivation world, but they still had to study like everyone else, and they couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and they were inevitably a little lacking in interest in the old man's teaching.

Zhao Xifeng led Li Xuan to the corner and sat down, without looking at the gourd.

A morning was spent in this way, shaking his head and boredom in his head.

Panlong School only has classes every morning, after noon, students who are willing to stay and study can stay in the school until sunset, during which there is a gentleman to supervise, if there are other arrangements, it is not forced to stay.

At ten o'clock at noon, the old gentleman looked at the students who were listless in class and were eager to try at the moment, sneered, tidied up their clothes and walked out of the side hall, and sure enough, everyone stood up with a bang, and most of them surrounded the gourd.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian!"

The old gentleman turned around, and the child named Gu Qingyuan hurried up, walked in front of him, first carefully sorted out his appearance, bowed and saluted, and then took out a book and pointed to an article that he had just talked about in class, asking for explanations.

Mr. Qian took the book in surprise, after yesterday's initial examination, Gu Qingyuan has become a recognized genius in the school, and an adapted Yunshan recitation has made many masters embarrassed, and what he learned in today's class is only the most basic "Xiang Xue", which is only used for enlightenment, and there should be no difficulties for Gu Qingyuan.

Qian Fuzi looked at Gu Qingyuan's expression seriously, and did not find any arrogance or arrogance of the exquisite teacher, but just blindly focused, and couldn't help but smile and ask, "Why don't you try to see if you can drink the water in the gourd?"

Gu Qingyuan smiled silently.

Mr. Qian touched the top of Gu Qingyuan's head approvingly, led him to the tree, sat on the ground, and relieved his doubts one by one.

In the side hall, Zhao Xifeng straightened out his bookbag, pulled up Li Xuan, who was interested in the gourd, expressionlessly, and walked out slowly.

Li Xuan turned back step by step, and pleaded: "Brother Xifeng, let's go and see the gourd, maybe you will succeed in one go, and Mr. Zhou will teach you great skills." ”

Zhao Xifeng snorted and said: "How can it be so easy, the person surnamed Zhou dares to put the gourd here, just to be sure that we can see it and drink it, let them go hard first, let's go home." ”

The children on the podium were discussing fiercely around the gourd, Dong Erpang tried to take it twice, but the gourd didn't move a bit, and was pushed aside by everyone, looking a little depressed.

Zhao and Li cleaned up their mood and walked all the way home, and when they passed by the entrance of the East Market, they saw that the people in the town surrounded the fortune-telling stall of the blind man on three floors and three floors, so they became curious and gathered into the crowd to see the excitement.

At this time, the blind man Jia was holding a broken banner and scolding at the white-bearded old man sitting on the ground with an erhu in front of him: "The old man is so unreasonable, I, Jia Daoli, have been setting up a stall here for six years, and the people in the town know that you only came here three days ago.

The white-bearded old man was dressed in a patched green coat, looking shabby but extremely neat, and he was not angry in the face of Jia's blind man's reprimand, and picked up the erhu and pulled out a few tunes from time to time, just wanting to accompany Jia's blind man's impassioned statement, which was very funny, and only listened to him answer slowly: "Which of our Great Zhou Dynasty decrees that the stall owner next to him should have permission to set up a stall along the street? I pull my erhu, you count your life, what does it matter? If you calculate accurately, you are still afraid that the old man and I, the layman, will have a fun next to me?" Besides, didn't you also say hello to you before I came to set up a stall, and you agreed. ”

Jia Daoli was furious, and he didn't care about the immortal figure created by the Xuanxuan on weekdays, and opened his mouth to scold: "Fart! When did Lao Tzu agree!"

The white-bearded old man put down the erhu, stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction under the feet of the two, and said: "When I came here to set up a stall on the first day, you and I were in this position.

"Colleague," replied the blind man impatiently, "so what?"

The white-bearded old man said leisurely: "Isn't this over, I'm standing in a big position, I'm asking you if there is a place for the old and decrepit here, you stand in the same colleagues and then reply to me The old blind man and the old man are all treated equally, right?"

When the blind man heard that the old man was so misinterpreted, his beard shook angrily, but he had nothing to say, and finally slammed the broken flag in his hand, stomped his feet and turned away.

Everyone saw that the blind man Jia, who rarely suffered on the mouth of the lotus flower on weekdays, was actually the new old man who had the upper hand in words today, and they were surprised, and when they saw that the excitement had disappeared, they all stepped forward and smiled to persuade the old man to visit the blind Jia, and this matter was over, although Panlong Town was not big, but it could still accommodate two fortune tellers, and the old man smiled and agreed.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Zhao Xifeng and the others were about to leave, but they saw the white-bearded old man beckoning to Zhao Xifeng and said, "Two little friends, take care of the business, the old man hasn't opened today, let's tell your fortune, listen to a song and make it." ”

Zhao Xifeng grabbed Li Xuan, who was about to step forward, and said coldly: "No money, don't count, don't listen, old man, Jia is blind and covered by the young master, I can lift his stall, you can't, we'll see." "Then he strode away.

The old man looked at Zhao Xifeng's distant back, showed a rather playful smile, picked up the erhu and pulled out a cheerful rhythm, lay behind him, rested his head on the stone steps, and began to enjoy the warm winter sun, sighing in his mouth: "The current babies are all ripe early, and they are fierce." ”