Eternal gate

"It's great to learn and practice it from time to time. I have friends, kings, and officials, but I doze off again."

Lao Xiucai is a dedicated gentleman. He is usually amiable, but during class, he is extremely serious. If you listen outside the school, you can always hear his scolding.

As the saying goes, a strict teacher makes a good disciple, and when it's time to argue, you have to keep talking.

However, his words fell on the baby's ears like a monk reciting sutras.

Look, more than half of the students in the hall have their eyelids twitching, and the remaining half have already finished fighting.

The most beautiful thing is to take a break after class. The sleepy kids are all in high spirits.

It was best to imitate Xiao Zhao Yun. Everyone was playing and playing, but he was the only one standing at the foot of the wall, looking up at the calligraphy and painting with his little head raised, and his little hands kept making gestures. ??

He is a smart kid and learns everything quickly.

In this regard, the Lord of the Divine Dynasty is somewhat clever.

"Zilong, come home with me after school! I'll treat you to roast goose." Wang Xiaoguan poked Zhao Yun.

"I won't go. I have to learn to blacksmith when I go back." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"It's boring." Wang Xiaoguan puffed his lips and ran away in confusion.

As soon as he left, the old scholar came over with his hands behind his back. His gesture of stroking his beard was very serious. Looking at Zhao Yun's expression, it was even more serious.

This kid is not only a talent that can be created, he is simply a child prodigy. After watching his calligraphy once, he wrote it out when he got home. Moreover, the writing was very neat.

He has been teaching for many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a genius. If he is guided, it is not impossible for him to come back with the top score in the exam.

Speaking of the No. 1 pick, his slightly cloudy old eyes lit up a little.

He studied hard and studied hard for most of his life, but he never crossed the dragon gate.

If the students he taught could graduate from high school, that would be the end of his wish.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

"Sir." Zhao Yun tugged on the corner of his clothes.

The old scholar came back to his senses and smiled gently.

"How do you write the word 'dian'?" Zhao Yun asked immaturely.

"The shop of the shop? The palace of the palace? Or, the lightning of thunder and lightning?"

"I don't know that either."

Zhao Yun scratched his head and tried to remember the cry.

Pronounce him

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Remember, as for which word it is, it is difficult to confirm based on his knowledge.

"Come."

The old scholar smiled, returned to the podium, and then dipped his pen in ink.

A studious boy rarely asks for advice. As a teacher, he is naturally happy.

I saw him dancing like a dragon and a phoenix, and he wrote a whole page.

A child prodigy is a child prodigy. One glance and he has a photographic memory.

"Eat roast goose."

"Eat roast goose."

In the evening, when a group of children came out of the private school, they were all dancing.

Wang Xiaoguan said that he would go home and play with him so that he could eat as much as he wanted.

Zhao Yun became sensible and went straight to the house with a small book basket on his back.

When passing by the restaurant, I saw Ye Banxian, yawning and closing the stall. His whole body looked shaky. It must be that business was not good today and he didn't make much money.

When he saw Zhao Yun, he came over with a smile on his face.

Although he is not a good scholar, he still has some ability in fortune-telling. For example, this child has a full sky and a round earth pavilion. You can tell at a glance that he is not something in the pond.

As the saying goes, you need to catch your thighs early.

If the guarantee is not complete, the child will become famous and he will be rewarded with a few gold ingots.

"Learn fortune telling from grandpa! I'm sure you will be popular and drink spicy food." Ye Banxian took Zhao Yun's hand and said seriously.

"I have no money."

Zhao Yun is also honest, but there is a studious light in his eyes.

He didn't know what fortune telling was, but he was very interested in the weird Bagua patterns and the yellow talismans, which the old scholar said could ward off evil spirits.

"No money." Ye Banxian pinched his beard.

"Okay." Zhao Yuan's big eyes lit up instantly.

"Come on, call me Master first."

"master."

"Well, children can be taught."

Ye Banxian smiled with satisfaction and went home with his luggage.

It's too late today, so we won't be able to teach again tomorrow

Late.

Before leaving, he kept in mind his many warnings and told him not to let Blacksmith Zhao know about his appointment as a master. That guy had a bad temper and was always in trouble.

Zhao Yun also left, still holding a yellow talisman folded into a triangle in his hand.

This was given by Ye Banxian, saying it was a peace charm. There are many such things in the temple.

He was very obedient and did not tell his father about his apprenticeship.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost any money, so maybe I can borrow some books from Ye Banxian.

As he spoke, he opened the door to his home.

Upon entering, he saw a burly old man dancing a spear in the courtyard.

The gun was made by his father.

He has seen a few people dancing with guns. Everyone in the town calls him Coach Qilin. He has learned martial arts well and has a good heart. He often beats up gangsters on the street.

Buzz!

Teacher Lin's spear shot out like a dragon, dancing with fallen leaves all over the ground.

Blacksmith Zhao was a spectator, and little Zhao Yun, who had just entered the house, was also dazzled.

He is talented and has a photographic memory.

He remembered every move made by Coach Lin.

If he had free time, he would also like to learn martial arts well.

If anyone dared to bully his father, he would beat that person into a pig's head.

At some point, Coach Lin wiped off his sweat and put away his spear.

"I'm still satisfied." Blacksmith Zhao handed over a bowl of water.

"You've always done it, so there's no reason to be dissatisfied." Coach Lin smiled heartily and his eyes fell on Zhao Yun.

People often say that there is a young scholar in the blacksmith's family, and it is indeed true.

Look at this kid's appearance, he is young and delicate, he will definitely learn a good name.

"Let's go." Coach Lin waved his hand and went out with his spear, walking like a tiger and a tiger.

"Have a meal."

Blacksmith Zhao picked up Zhao Yun and thought a lot after not seeing his son for a day.

It's time to grow taller, and Mr. Zhao's appetite is becoming more and more exaggerated.

The blacksmith has long been accustomed to this, and it is a blessing to be able to eat it! Barely able to afford it.

After meal.

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This ordinary little courtyard is quite peaceful and peaceful.

It was rare for Blacksmith Zhao not to forge iron. He sat on the stone steps in front of the door and smoked his pipe leisurely. It was not that he had no iron to strike, but because he was afraid that the sonorous sound would disturb his son from doing his homework.

"Where are you enjoying the shade?"

Across the door, someone walked out.

It was Uncle Niu, an old man's shirt with holes in it, and he looked particularly down-to-earth when he wore it.

"The child is doing his homework." Blacksmith Zhao said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, you will be sixty in two months, and you can still work for a few more years." Uncle Niu also sat down and took out his old cigarette pouch, "When you get old, who will support your children? He is a rough man who depends on the weather for food. Spend less and save more rations, so that the children will not starve. Listen to my advice, don't let Zilong go to private school anymore, go home and blacksmith with you!"

"You can hold on." The old blacksmith chuckled.

In the room, candlelight flickered.

Zhao Yun sat in front of the window, holding the pen in his hand, writing quietly.

He is not left-handed, but he writes with his left hand.

With a pen in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, he not only wanted to learn literacy, but also passed down the craftsmanship of the old Zhao family from generation to generation.

The word "dian" sounded incomprehensibly, and suddenly rang in his ears.

As usual, he couldn't find the source of the sound.

All I know is that whenever such a sound is heard, I feel the urge to cry.

"temple."

He whispered in his heart, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote stroke by stroke.

This time, it was not about doing homework, but describing the calligraphy taught to him by the old scholar.

There are so many words with the same sound, but there is always one that is right.

Accompanied by the call, the writing of the word "dian" is appropriate to the scene.

When he finished the last stroke, he felt as if he was in a dream.

In the confusion, a gust of wind seemed to be blowing outside Wutong Town, which was warm and welcoming, making the sleeping people, even the pigs, horses, cattle and sheep kept in the hay shed, feel comfortable.

The same wind, the two realms of immortals and gods under the vast universe, also have a burst.

This blow made a lot of noise, causing a massive earthquake of magnitude 80.