Chapter 117: You deserve not to bully the youth

The scholar returned to the college.
As soon as she got out of the carriage, the eyes of a charming girl waiting at the gate of the courtyard brightened.
She drifted over one step, shyly shyly, "Brother Qin, the young woman just learned to learn butterfly swords. I don't understand a trick" Love, "I wonder if you have time to practice with me?"
The student was holding the book and didn't look up: "I'm sorry, I don't have time. You can find someone else."
Having said that, I walked directly past the girl and disappeared in the girl's gloomy eyes.
Back at the dormitory, he went to bed, his eyes were cold, and his mouth murmured: "I really hope that after three years, Xiao Yan will return the humiliation of the divorce to Yun Lanzong a hundred times! Instead of just like me, I can only Hiding in the academy. "
Speaking of it, the enemy turned over a page like a scourge.
In the evening, several roommates in the same room entered the dormitory, and when they saw the scholar in white lying on the bed, they couldn't help but be surprised:
"Brother Qin, did you skip class? It's really a big girl getting married, for the first time! It's strange!"
"Escaping is the lesson taught by Ye Luochamu! Great!"
"Oh, brother Qin, Mu Mu is going to call your father and mother over. Would you like to ask her for pleading?"
"Please, please! Go, drink wine! The flower house in Shashui County has reopened again! But I am strangled!"
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"Go ahead, I won't go."
The scholar in white replied casually and continued to immerse himself in the world of reading.
"Let's go, Brother Qin is in Wen Shu, let's not disturb him."
Seeing this, a group of roommates turned away side by side.
The night was getting darker.
The scholar in white got up, sat under the candlelight, and continued reading at night.
I don't know how long it took, a roar broke the dawn.
"Dawn? Go to practice early?"
The scholar looked up, tired, and blinked with bloodshot eyes.
But looking down, there are still dozens of pages left. He gritted his teeth and buried his first reading.
After the early training, the college bell rang "Dangdangdang", and the scholar suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "Well! Class!"
Immediately, he grabbed the book in his hand and rushed out of the dormitory.
Rushing all the way to the classroom, directly seated, too lazy to ignore the strange eyes of others, spread out the novel, and continue to look at it page by page.
Hearing nothing outside his ears.
Suddenly, the surroundings calmed down, extremely quiet, as if all sounds in the heavens and the earth disappeared completely.
A hint of coercion descended from the top of his head, like a tiger peering behind him, making people creepy and chilling.
The scholar looked up sharply, and found that the classmates in front of him turned to look at him, and his face was ‘you are dead’.
Click, click.
The scholar turned his head like a rusty machine, and at a glance he saw the cold face with shame, like the fierce meditating practice of Silo Night Rakshasa.
Mu teaches that there is no feeling in the eyes under the glasses, and the ring ruler in his hand gently shakes up and down.
Then, she reached out a rough hand and put it in front of the scholar.
The scholar shuddered, pursing his lips, stiffly closing the novel in his hand and placing it on that big hand.
"Extend your hand!"
Mu taught away the novel, coldly spit out three words.
The scholar obediently reached out his hands.
Poppy poppy.
The crisp sound sounded, the ruler beat down relentlessly, and there were a few red marks in the palm of the hand.
The scholar grinned with pain, but did not dare to say a word.
"Go to the bucket outside and stand for an hour. If you drop it, add another three hours!" Mu instructed, and spit coldly.
"Yes!"
The scholar glanced at the stolen novel with an unwilling glance, walked away from the table and walked out of the classroom, grabbed a 50-pound bucket, stood firm, and stood on his head.
This top is an hour.
During this period, he suffered the strange look of his classmates.
But he didn't care, and when the time was up, he rushed out of the academy and went straight to Ruoshui Bookstore.
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Three days later, Mu instructor sat behind the desk and looked at the pile of buckets gathered on the table, and frowned.
At this moment, a teaching not far away sighed and said, "This practical skill of physical training is so great!"
"Master Lu is really a great sage! This is for everyone in the world to practice! Everyone is like a dragon!"
Another lesson applauded and admired.
"Hmm! However, Master Lu's book office also published novels, making scholars playthings are dejected! Lost academics!"
Mu instructed Lengheng and slammed the table.
An instructor immediately retorted with a laugh: "Mu teaching, just a novel, how much can it affect? ​​Besides, this novel is also pretty good."
As soon as this word came out, many teachings echoed immediately:
"Yeah yeah, I watched it yesterday. The different fire settings are good."
"The old man thinks it's okay. The protagonist in the book is working hard, even though the genius has become a waste material, and he has never given up. That sentence," Don't Bully the Young Poor ", is full of youthful spirit!"
"I think the teenager on the cover is handsome and handsome. How does it feel like Lord Lu?"
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Suddenly, a group of teachers gathered together and started to draw and discuss with the novels received from the students.
Seeing this, Mu looked down and glanced at the books piled up beside him, his brows frowned: "Scholars practice martial arts, learn knowledge, and be humane is the right way. This novel makes scholars addicted, it is just a demon! good looking?"
Hesitantly, she reached out and grabbed a book and looked at it.
I don't know how long, Mu Mu put down his book and hummed coldly: "boring!"
After all, she got up and went to class.
As soon as she stood on the teaching platform and glanced, she saw that many scholars had dark eyes, raised the college's teaching materials, blocked them, and secretly did not know what they were looking at.
"Luo Cheng, you put down the textbook."
Mu teaches cold road.
Luo Cheng, who had been named, looked rigid, and put down the blocked teaching materials.
"Huh! The physical body is not complete, and still thinking about reading novels?"
Mu's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he could see clearly that the table was out of the sky of Ruo Shui, and said majesticly, "Give the novel over. Go to the bucket outside. Two hours."
Luo Cheng heard the words, his face flashed green and red, and he slammed the table, screaming angrily: "Oh! Mu teaching, you look down on me! 30 years Hedong, 30 years Hexi, do not bully the youth, I will definitely be in the future Become a master of flying heaven ... "
"You deserve to deceive the poor?"
Before the words were finished, Mu's teachings disdain sneered, and with a flick of his hand, a charcoal pencil flew in, and the precise location was in Luo Cheng's eyebrows.
what.
Luo Cheng screamed, and suddenly even fell back and knocked a few desks.
But he immediately covered his forehead and stood up angrily, extremely angry, and seemed to be soaring.
"Huh! Luo Cheng, you are greedy for money, cynical, and unkind, you can feel complacent when you get a little bit of achievement, you are disheartened when you are in the middle of luck, and you have no perseverance because you don't have a high-rise building. Sky Sun Net! "
At this moment, Mu teaching hummed coldly, reprimanded: "When you get out of the academy, you are also a wasteman who has no aspirations as a prince, no wealth for the family, and no stature for standing! You can only survive the prosperity of the world, and be alive In the world, time is long, and life is miserable. The air is wasted and the food is violent! In this way, do you deserve to deceive young people? "
As soon as this remark came out, Luo Cheng's expression became rigid, and he could no longer refute.
"Even if Xiao Yan falls, he is still unwilling to practice hard every day. Do you have his perseverance and perseverance? In this way, do you dare to say that you do not bully the young? You still want to become a master of flying heaven?"
Mu's teaching voice was cold, ringing in the hall.
Luo Cheng was said to be ashamed and bowed his head, afraid to speak.
"And you! Give me all the novels in your hand!" Mu Jiaoxii swore coldly, yelled coldly.
Suddenly, a group of scholars stood up and turned over the hidden novel to the teaching platform.
"Huh! You guys are the worst I have ever had! Write a review for me!"
Mu taught in a cold voice, picked up the novel, and went straight out of the classroom.
A lot of scholars, you look at me, I look at you, can only sit down obediently, pick up the wolf and start working hard.
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At this time, the distant capital.
Zhu wall gold tiles, as high as the sky wall, locked the secret deep palace.
This is Xuanjing.
The capital of the Daxuan dynasty, Zhao Xuanji dominated the place of billions of souls.
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In the Taiyuan Hall, in front of the Royal Study Room, there were only two eunuchs with three physical bodies waiting.
Inside the hall is the only martial arts saint in the world, Emperor Daxuan and Zhao Xuanji.
Suddenly, a golden light descended from the sky and landed outside the Imperial Study Room, revealing a mighty and tall Jinjia soldier.
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the two eunuchs.
Actually, it can make the master of Feitingjing ignore the inner iron prohibition of flying and directly fly in. Is it a secret report of three thousand miles?
"Your Majesty! The head of Fusi, Qingyang County, Qingzhou arrested Li Feng three thousand li and urgently reported!"
The armored soldier bent over and raised a gold-painted letter over his head.
call.
The gate of Yushufang opened, a breeze rolled out, and the secret report in his hand was directly drawn into Yushufang.
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