Eternal gate

Buzz!

In the quiet grove, there is a lot of buzzing sound of iron hitting the air.

It was Zhao Yun who was dancing with a spear and a stick, a set of Lin family's marksmanship. He had practiced it to a very high level, and the flying leaves were all dancing for him, and the strong winds were quite powerful.

It wasn't until noon that he put away his gun and took out a shriveled wotou from his arms.

It’s good to be shriveled! Being shriveled seems to make you hungry even more.

Even with his huge appetite, even after eating one bun, his stomach still growled.

"Didn't you go to private school?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

Looking sideways, he saw that it was Coach Lin, carrying a small bundle in his hand. Inside, there were several hot and fragrant buns that he had specially brought to his disciple.

"I prefer practicing martial arts." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"You must be reluctant to pay the money to go to private school!" Coach Lin said with a smile.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but smile awkwardly when his little thoughts were seen through.

"Do you think this is saving money?" Coach Lin sat down.

"If you don't go, you don't have to pay. If you save it, you can buy food."

After hearing this, Coach Lin smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid you have a misunderstanding about martial arts."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yun humbly asked for advice.

"Martial arts training consumes the most energy. How much energy you expend depends on how much food you need to make up for it. You think you are saving money, but in fact, you are spending a lot of money."

"I can eat less."

"If you eat less, you won't be able to practice martial arts well."

Coach Lin smiled gently and opened the small baggage.

He is a bachelor and has no children. He has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. No matter how hard it is, it is better than the blacksmith's house. He can still bear it by bringing some food to his young disciple every now and then.

"I brought rations." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"Master, is it difficult to use it?" Coach Lin stuffed the bun over.

His disciple is not only a prodigy in martial arts, he is also a very good kid.

It’s good to eat!

Being able to eat is a blessing.

Can eat and have strength.

Speaking of strength, he was even more shocked.

This kid's bones are different from ordinary people, and his strength is also different. At such a young age, he can push a millstone. How terrifying.

"After eating, go to the private school." Teacher Lin took a sip of wine.

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r\u003e "I can teach myself." Zhao Yun smiled sarcastically.

"The old scholar posted documents and went to a private school for free."

Coach Lin patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, and by the way, he also looked at the old scholar with admiration. Although he was a sage who kept his mouth shut, he was still very competent in teaching and educating people.

In a year of severe drought, no one has much leftover food.

He is obviously doing the business of a private school, but he doesn't charge money, which shows his pattern.

This should be a kind of character for literati to inherit literature.

"I'll go take a look."

Zhao Yun smiled, turned around and ran away.

Behind him, Coach Lin looked towards the sky.

Damn it, God! How could he be so ruthless? What a good boy! What a pity it would be if the road ahead was delayed because of not having enough to eat.

It’s still that private school.

As we drove far away, we heard the sound of poetry being recited.

Zhao Yun trotted all the way to the private school, but became more tiptoeing, like a thief. When he saw the paperwork posted in front of the door, he hesitated for a moment.

The old gentleman runs a private school to make a living.

Isn't it very unethical for him to come here to have sex for free with money in his pocket?

"Baby." A voice called not far away.

When he looked back, he saw the fortune teller, the half-immortal, waving to him.

Zhao Yun's legs were light, and Liu Yan'er ran over, "Master, why are you here at the private school?"

"Why didn't I go to the bridge today?" Ye Banxian said wiltedly.

"You said, half a month off." Zhao Yun scratched his head.

"Oh, yes, yes." Ye Banxian patted his forehead. He must have been sleepy, or he may not have eaten enough, and his brain was not very bright.

"Do me a favor, Master."

"What's the matter?"

"Look for Wang Xiaoguan and borrow a book." Ye Banxian whispered.

After finishing it, he added half a sentence, "A book called 'Wind and Rain Record'."

"Why don't you just ask Mr. Wang to borrow it?" Zhao Yun looked puzzled.

"I had a holiday with his father. Last time I visited, I also

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“Don’t take the ‘Wind and Rain Record’ by mistake, just point to it and pray for rain.”

"Pray for rain?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this, "Can you ask for rain?"

"My teacher can also catch ghosts!" Ye Banxian stroked his beard with style.

When it was over, he smiled awkwardly again,

"That Wind and Rain Record is actually my book."

"It's all because of gluttony that year, so I exchanged twenty taels for wine money."

"In it, there is a record of the great method of opening an altar to pray for rain."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yun ran away and went straight to the private school.

If you can really ask for rain, the drought-stricken fields will have a harvest.

When he arrived at the door of the private school, he stepped in without hesitation.

Seeing him, the old scholar who was giving a lecture showed a smile.

There are so many disciples with this intelligence, so literature cannot be neglected.

If you can teach a champion, let alone starve, you will be willing to starve to death.

"Take a seat."

"Thank you, sir."

Zhao Yun had a lot of etiquette and bowed before taking his seat.

The junior official is here. He must have not slept well last night and his eyelids are fighting.

After seeing him, the little fat man became more energetic and said, "This is the first time I've seen you late."

"Can you lend me another book?" Zhao Yun said.

"What book?" Wang Xiaoguan said and touched his face.

I still remember the last time, when the plum in the green bottle was confiscated, my father gave him a lot of slaps.

There is a shadow, so much so that when I hear someone borrowing a book, I feel pain in my face.

"Wind and Rain Record." Zhao Yun said hurriedly.

For fear that the junior official would get it wrong, he didn't forget to write it down.

On this day, children came to the private school one after another.

However, most of them have their heads lowered.

In terms of state of mind, they should be similar to Zhao Yun.

A private school that doesn’t require money, isn’t this just free prostitution?

The old scholar smiled gently and was happy to teach the children as long as they wanted to learn.

evening,

Private school accepts classes.

Zhao Yun and Wang Xiaoguan ran out of the private school together.

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Ye Banxian also followed behind, not daring to get too close.

When he saw the Wang family's mansion, he found a place to hide.

It's not that he's afraid of Wang's wife, but he's afraid of Wang's wife's rhubarb.

"Master, can you really ask for rain?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"Maybe." Ye Banxian replied vaguely.

Asking for rain is a technical job and he has never tried it.

First of all, this is quite energy-consuming.

Secondly, if you change the weather rashly, you may lose your life.

Of course, there is a third reason: he is not good at studying.

Unless absolutely necessary, only ghosts can cause trouble.

He didn't know if he could ask for it, but he had to try.

"Grandmaster! You have to protect your disciples." The half-immortal muttered, thinking to himself that he would burn incense for the old master when he got home. He has had bad luck in recent years. Apart from having a good disciple, he couldn't find any. A nice comforting thing.

At the back door of Wang's house, the petty official had sneaked out.

There was something in his arms, but it wasn't a book.

"I've searched all over, but I can't find the wind and rain record you mentioned."

Wang Xiaoguan was panting and spoke seriously.

"Didn't you ask your father?" Ye Banxian rushed out.

"My dad is traveling far away."

"this."

"I'll ask again when he comes back."

The junior official said, taking out something from his arms.

It was a few white-flour steamed buns, all still steaming hot.

Afraid that Zhao Yun wouldn't want it, he turned around and ran away.

"This kid can handle it." Ye Banxian'er said seriously.

"Thank you." Zhao Yun was very grateful, with warmth surging in his heart.

"Stop looking and come back later."

"Master, I'll give you two steamed buns."

"Are you kidding me? Teachers eat big fish and meat."

Ye Banxian flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and strode away.

It was his belly that was not doing its best at the moment and was growling.

In the past, there was no need to divide it, he just took it himself and took it all away.

For now, it is rare to find a good disciple who cannot let his children starve no matter what.