I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Following.

The Zhao family mansion in Wolong Lane, a small town.

Inside the room, a woman dressed in goose yellow clothes took out a talisman from her sleeve.

On the yellow rune paper cut into rectangles, dozens of sinuous and twisting blood-red lines are depicted in bright cinnabar.

On the embroidered bed, Zhao Jin, the ninth prince of the Wei capital in brocade and jade clothes, had a peaceful face, as if he was sleeping.

The woman leaned over slightly and pasted the talisman on Zhao Jin’s forehead.

On the side, Zhao Huairen, the lord of Zhao Mansion, was curious: “Lord Liufeng, what is the magic of this talisman?” The

woman who called the wind replied: “The corpse pressing talisman, the proud work of the national master, can ensure that the corpse will not rot for three or five years.” ”

It’s amazing~”

Zhao Huairen exclaimed.

Footsteps come from far and near.

The old butler of Zhao Mansion hurriedly entered the room with the wooden sword that killed Zhao Jin in one hand and the portrait of the young assassin painted by Huixue in the other.

“Sir, Lord Liufeng, I found it.”

Liufeng was expressionless, and indifferently spit out a word,” he said. The

old butler said respectfully: “That assassin is called Chen Mengfei, he just turned fifteen this year, a small town person, living in Wuyi Lane.

“The boy’s father disappeared a long time ago, went into the mountains to hunt, never returned, and probably fell into the mouth of the beast. As for her mother, she died six years ago.

“Zhao Gongzi skinned a woman yesterday, and the woman’s name was Liu Cui’er, a young man surnamed Chen.”

“A woman surnamed Liu, and her young mother’s relatives are close friends in the middle of the girl, and often take care of and help the mother and son.”

“Also, Lord Liufeng, the husband of a woman surnamed Liu, Zhong Lishan, died tragically at home last night and was chopped into mashed meat by an axe.”

Liufeng suddenly continued to ask, “And what? ”

Sister Huixue said, that young man is a martial arts cultivator, at least the realm of seven grades.”

“In such a poor mountain and bad water, who led him on the path of martial arts?”

The old butler said softly, “Lord Liufeng, the young man surnamed Chen does have a master.

“About five or six years ago, the man came to the town once.”

“Unfortunately, only that time, no one in the town knew where that person was hiding.”

Liufeng’s eyes flickered: “What you said is not right.

“There’s one, absolutely know.”

Zhao Huairen and the old butler were stunned.

“Who?”

Liufeng whispered: “Qi Qingqi~

” “Tweet~”

Suddenly, there was a sound of birds chirping in the sky outside.

A green falcon, swooping down in the sky.

Instantly rushed into the box and landed on the shoulders of Liufeng.

“Lord Hui Xue is back?!”

Zhao Huairen said happily.

The flowing wind tilted its head and looked at the falcon.

His voice was chilly: “Sister Huixue… He’s dead! ”

……

As the sun rises.

The subordinates of the Zhao Mansion carefully put the body of the ninth prince of the Wei capital into a white jade coffin, and then carried the jade coffin onto the luxurious carriage.

There were also wooden swords and portraits of young assassins, which were packed into two jade boxes.

Both of these things were to be brought back to the Wei capital and presented to Emperor Wenjing.

The only school in front of the town.

The flowing wind with a long body and jade stood up slightly, looking at the plaque with the book ‘Jingchun Academy’.

“The mountains are not high, but the immortals are named. The water is not deep, but the dragon is spiritual. Si is the Burrow, but Wu Dexin. ”

The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass is green in color. There is a great deal of laughter and laughter, and there is no white Ding in exchanges. The

sound of reading aloud wafted from the school.

Take a deep breath of fresh air, move gently and enter the school.

……

In the lecture hall, dozens of small-town children shook their heads, some read aloud carefully, and some yawned.

Under a leafy pear tree, a schoolboy in a green shirt and frosty white sideburns is leisurely lying on a rattan chair, holding a scroll of sages.

‘Isn’t this “National Color Tianxiang”, which was strictly forbidden to be read by the imperial court and burned to the point of being the first erotic book?!

Liufeng whispered in his heart, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nausea.

Yesterday, when I saw this scholar for the first time, I felt good at first.

The green shirt is flowing and polite.

But who would have thought that the gentle and elegant master would hide under a tree and peek at pornographic books.

Foolish to be a teacher!

Listen to the footsteps of the woman from far and near.

The blue-shirted man immersed in the sea of books did not raise his head and said, “This is the first time.”

Liufeng was stunned, “What does sir mean by this?” The

blue-shirted man said indifferently: “Next time you don’t knock on the door, you will trespass into the school, and I will bury you under this pear tree.” ”

The realm of the four grades of martial arts, at the end of the outer refining, the elite of the Weidu Martial Pavilion, even if the county master of a county sees it, the woman who has to grovel, at this moment, her pretty face is blue and red and white.

“What’s the matter with me?”

The blue-shirted man said indifferently.

“Whew~

” exhaled the turbid breath in his chest, and said in a deep voice: “Sir, Gongzi is dead!” The

man in blue shirt: “So what?”

Looking at the man’s uncaring appearance, Liufeng clenched his silver teeth and said, “Sir, His Majesty’s favorite Jiuzi is dead!”

“It was killed by a teenager called Chen Mengfei in the town.”

“Sister Huixue chased the young assassin with a dozen martial artists, and she will never come back.”

“My sister, as a fourth-grade martial artist, will never die at the hands of a young man surnamed Chen.”

“Sir, you and your concubine once forged a good relationship.”

“Liufeng does not beg you to make a move for Gongzi.”

“I only want you to inform Liufeng, that man… Where is the master of the young assassin in seclusion!

“Otherwise, I cannot explain to Your Majesty.”

The blue-shirted man put down the sage book and took care of himself to pick up the blue and white porcelain teacup on the stone table next to him.

“Do you think it was the sister who killed you, and the group of wine bags and rice bags in Zhao Mansion?”

Liufeng clenched his fists, “Otherwise.” The

blue-shirted man skimmed the tea leaves with the tea lid and lowered his head to take a sip.

“I don’t like your gesture.”

“So, while I’m still in a good mood, get out of here.”

When did a woman who was born in Wei capital and grew up in Wei capital and noble as an upper-class woman suffer such humiliation.

The woman Qi Pupil said, “Qi Qingyan, you are shielding the murderer of the Ninth Prince!”

“When I return to Wei Capital, I will definitely inform Your Majesty of what I have gone through in the school!”

“Your Majesty has always attached importance to family affection, the Ninth Prince…” The

woman’s two lacquer pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

In the last second, the old god was in the blue-shirted man who was paralyzed on a rattan chair.

The next second suddenly appeared in front of the woman’s eyes.

In the left eye socket, two sticky heavy pupils stared at the woman indifferently.

It’s like looking at another bug.

The blue-shirted man slowly stretched out a finger that was as warm as jade.

Tap lightly on the woman’s pale forehead.

“Ah~”

In the harsh scream, the woman held her head in both hands and retreated in horror.

It hurts so much~ the

whole head seems to be falling apart.

“Don’t disturb my students.”

The blue-shirted man Yun said lightly, “Roll~

” “Xie… Thank you Mr. for your mercy. Withstanding

the severe pain, the wind arched his hand towards the blue-shirted man, and the wind seemed to escape from the school.

……

The blazing sun hangs high in the heart of the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin, who was barefoot in white, walked out of the mountain forest and came to the avenue.

In front of the right-hand side is the town, and at the end of the ancient road on the left-hand side, a car staggers away.

Retracting his gaze, Zhu Jiuyin carried his hands behind his back and walked towards the town.

This time I went down the mountain to find out what happened to the apprentice.

Zhu Jiuyin first walked across the covered bridge over the Taiping River and came to the fence courtyard in front of the Shenmu Forest.

In the courtyard, the big yellow dog with thick and soft hair rolled its eyelids slightly after hearing the footsteps.

Mo said barked, and even the dog’s head was too lazy to lift.

A dog with advanced depression.

The scarlet snake letter collects the wisps of smell.

“Not at home~”

After a blaze of incense.

Zhu Jiuyin stood in front of the only school in the town.

Look up at the plaque.

“Jingchun Academy~”

In a soft voice, Zhu Jiuyin stepped into the school.