It was another sunny morning, and in a quiet and spacious courtyard inside the Huashan sect, a group of Huashan disciples were gathering together to attend class? The young man sitting in white clothes and with a scarf on his head, looking languid and in a trance, was our protagonist Ling Hu Chong.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong wanted to cry without tears, listless, restless, thinking that he would be at ease after the completion of martial arts, and he thought that no one in the entire Huashan faction would have the ability to teach him martial arts, and he didn't want Lao Yue to see the crooked melon and cracked jujube calligraphy he wrote, so he was directly assigned to the Huashan class, like other Huashan disciples, to learn literature!

Before crossing Linghu Chong, he was a big otaku, laziness was his characteristic, and when he used to go to school, he was a thorn in the eyes of the teacher, synonymous with absenteeism, and a representative of rebellious students. Besides, Lao Tzu is twenty-four or five-year-old, and in the 21st century, it will be three or four years after graduating from college, and now he is actually reduced to learning ancient Chinese with a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children?

Besides, what the hell is this class, the white-bearded teacher snored on the podium with his head propped up, and the little Lori in front of him held a small mirror in his left hand, and grabbed a sponge-like thing in his right hand, and from time to time he was stained with some rouge powder that I don't know if it was stolen from the teacher's room, and kept smearing it on his face, and every few minutes he turned back to Linghu and said: "Senior brother, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"

After hearing Ling Hu Chong's mechanical answer, Xiao Lori turned her head and continued to apply, and after a while, she turned back and said, "Brother Master, am I beautiful?"

Ling Hu Chong grabbed his scalp in annoyance, and Lu Dayou next to him was playing with a little junior brother opposite, books were flying all over the sky, and chrysanthemums were all over the ground.

Finally, the Huashan disciples got tired of playing and decided to play something exciting, Lu Dayou, together with Yue Lingshan and a group of lawless Huashan disciples, actually went to provoke the sleeping old master.

I saw Lu Dayou pinching a grass root and slowly reaching into the old master's nostrils......

"Ahh

The old master was furious, and raised his head angrily, trying to catch the culprit who disturbed his nap. The old master was angry, these guys in Huashan are all rotten wood, stubborn, and uncultivateable, if it weren't for the good treatment here, the old man would have slapped his ass and left.

The old man is a lot older, is it easy to eat with a mouthful, you don't have to study, for the sake of the silver, the old man will endure it, out of sight is clean, you make trouble, the old man sleeps to recuperate, everyone enters the water and does not violate the river water, but you stinky boy actually teased the old man three times and twice, and dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, this time the old man must kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey.

The old master who taught was very old, and he was an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts, where could he see the movements of the disciples of Qingshan Mountain, and when he was angry and looking for someone, the disciples of Huashan were already sitting upright, honestly holding the books and watching them with relish.

The old master couldn't vent his anger for a while, and suddenly saw a young man in white holding his chin in his hands on the last seat, hanging his son in a daze, this sullen anger seemed to have found a breakthrough, and it exploded suddenly.

"Ling Hu Chong, you piece of rotten wood, wasting your time and wasting your life, it is simply the greatest blasphemy against the sages!" At this moment, the old master, who was already full of faltering, seemed to suddenly have a peerless light skill, and rushed to Ling Hu Chong, and scolded loudly: "You evil obstacle, how can you be worthy of the teacher's teachings! Give me a hundred copies of this book!"

The more the old master scolded, the more angry he became, the more excited he became, and suddenly slammed the "Historical Records" in his hand at Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong's current martial arts cultivation is the best in the world, and he easily caught the oncoming books with a slight raise of his hand, and spread the books out on the table, suddenly, Ling Hu Chong's eyes widened violently, and he repeatedly confirmed a few big characters on the cover of the book several times, yes, the cover is written with the five words of Sima Qian, but the content inside is actually a clear and sultry picture of the Spring Palace.

Ling Hu Chong raised his head violently, and looked at the old master standing in front of him in shock, fuck, you dog food, such a lifelike, heart-pounding Spring Palace atlas was actually adapted into Sima Qian's "Historical Records" by you, a dignified old guy, and he also held it in his hand every day to observe, earning enough Lao Yue's admiration. In this era, Mr. Teaching, who can do your level, is definitely a peerless talent, and you are indeed qualified to be my teacher for Ling Hu Chong.

This adapted version of the "Historical Records" was spread on the table by Ling Hu Chong openly, and Rao is old master Chengfu couldn't help but have a hot face, and said inwardly: "Rotten wood can't be carved, the old man can't teach you such a stubborn stone, let you head Yue ask for another master!"

After that, the old master hurriedly prepared to go down the mountain with his luggage, but he really didn't have the face to stay, and he still had thirty-six plans to go.

The old master hurriedly walked to the gate of Huashan Pai Mountain and was about to go down the mountain, when he was stopped by Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, who had heard the news.

Yue Buqun said to the old master: "Master, please stay, why didn't the master say goodbye, could it be that my Huashan faction has inconsiderate hospitality, if there is, please make it clear to the master, Yue will definitely meet all the reasonable requirements of the master." ”

"Master Yue, these disciples of your Huashan Sect are all stubborn and unbearable, they can't be cultivated, the old man can't do anything, you better ask for another master!"

"If these children have done anything that they are not doing, please ask the master to take more care of Yue's thin face and teach them more lessons. Yue Buqun and his wife said respectfully.

"Forget it, I can't teach you disciples, all of them are sons, if you continue to teach, my old life will be over, and the old man wants to live a few more years. The old master resolutely refused, and put all the responsibility on the Huashan disciples, and then slipped away to be the right way.

"It is precisely because these children are ignorant that they need you to teach them well, I know that it will indeed take a lot of effort for the master to teach them well, otherwise, from next month, the tuition fee will be doubled, what do you think?" Yue Buqun and his wife comforted. One keeps people with reason, and the other lures them with profit.

"This ......" The old master hesitated a little, after all, there are not many people who can afford such a generous teaching fee as the Huashan faction.

"Senior brother, you quickly think of a way, don't let him stay. Yue Lingshan and Lu Dayou saw that Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong kept the old master, and hurriedly said to Linghu.

"Don't worry, he can't stay, look at me!" Ling Hu Chong smiled mysteriously and took out a book from his arms, which was the old master's modified version of the "Historical Records". With control of his strength, he shot towards the old master.

"Oops!" The old master was smashed crookedly, a majestic wind blew, the historical records were opened, and a lifelike body art guidance textbook was displayed in front of Yue Buqun and the three of them.

"Master Yue, Mrs. Yue, I understand your kindness, I really can't do this job, please let me go, farewell, farewell!" The old master was embarrassed and angry, and hurriedly left.

"Ling Hu Chong, you sons of criminals, I can't spare you!" Lao Yue roared angrily, looking up to the sky and roaring!

(PS:This book has been signed at his station A.,So the vertical and horizontal side is not being updated.,This is a chapter of zuihou.,Thank you for your support during this time.,xiexie)