I’m Really Just A Mortal

"So, I'm unemployed?"

Chu Ming reacted for a while before it was considered a reaction.

Are you fired?

That Mr. Mao slowly opened his eyes, nodded pretentiously, and said: "It can be said that not only you, but other gentlemen have also been dismissed. In the next three years, this college will I am enough."

"Huh?"

Chu Ming cried strangely.

This little old man, with a big tone, Chu Ming was full of his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting skills, and he didn't dare to speak so loudly.

Why is this old man?

Mr. Mao coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then said: "I am Mao Ku, a disciple of Lingyun Pavilion. I have been ordered by the teacher to go down the mountain for three years and see the great people here, so I plan to make a good relationship here. "

Being able to pick up a cultivator's three-year asylum for nothing, Guo Yongfa was stunned at this time.

Not only can you make a good relationship, but with the golden sign of cultivator, there must be a lot of students who come here. When the time comes, will the money still be coming?

What's more, Guo Yongfa has long been uncomfortable with Chu Ming. Whenever he teaches, there are more than a hundred people come here to take lessons, and he won't let himself collect money.

It’s okay to teach only four classes a month, and the salary required is also the highest among all gentlemen.

Now, he was finally taken away.

Lingyun Pavilion?

cultivator?

Chu Ming reacted immediately, it was no wonder that he dared to be so arrogant.

But speaking of it, the name is quite interesting.

Chu Ming thought thoroughly, not to mention the cultural level of the Maoku, the identity of the cultivator alone is enough to persuade Chu Ming to retreat.

I'm not a fool, and I'm struggling with the cultivator. Isn't that looking for death?

"If this is the case, then I will leave, but before that, please accept all the students' homework for correction."

"Um."

Please snorted, Mao Ku, and signaled that Chu Ming could leave.

After putting it down, Chu Ming took Tsing Yi and turned and left the academy.

Immediately afterwards, the people in the academy also dispersed. They came for Chu Ming. Since Chu Ming is leaving now, they will naturally not stay long.

Even some of the students in the school have left.

However, for Guo Yongfa, these are not important. Anyway, the students have already paid and left.

At this time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old student stepped onto the podium with a handful of paper in his hand and placed it in front of Mao Ku. He saluted: "Sir, this is my homework, please correct me."

Mao Ku finally opened his eyes.

He was dismissive of his husband's job, but due to the orders of his teacher, he had to do what he should do.

"Um?"

Mao Ku's expression became exciting.

Soon, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, Mao Ku's eyes widened, and Yazi was about to split.

"This...this is? Did you write this?"

The student answered truthfully: "Mr. Chu taught us to write this."

A wisp of seven Rosy clouds rose slowly from the paper.

That is the awe-inspiring spirit peculiar to literati, even a cultivator cannot possess it.

Only those who cultivate the literary Taoism can cultivate and achieve the Realm of writing as a god!

How could this young man be so accomplished?

Blood dripped from Mao Ku's eyes.

"Sir, there is mine!"

"Sir, look at my homework!"

Dozens of students surrounded the podium, and there were seven Rosy clouds covering Maoku.

If it's just one character, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to Mao Ku, but now, there are dozens of characters, swaying in front of his eyes.

How can a Foundation Building cultivator be able to bear it?

"My eyes! My eyes!"

Mao Ku clutched his eyes, and the blood couldn't help shed.

His eyes were blinded by these words!

puff!

Immediately afterwards, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell on the table feebly, his expression sluggish, like a dead dog.

"Sir, sir?"

Aside, Guo Yongfa was even more stupid.

What's wrong with Mao Ku?

After two glances at homework, how did it become like this!

"Sir, don't scare me sir! What's wrong with you, sir!"

Mao Ku was lying on the table, like a fool, with his mouth closed and closed. Only by getting close to his mouth can he hear what he said clearly.

"Wen Sheng... Wen Sheng..."

At this moment, Chu Ming had easily returned to his home with him, and behind him, he followed the men, women and children in the city.

Just now Chu Ming promised them to go home and continue to teach them.

Chu Ming was quite satisfied with this group of old students. After all, it was never wrong to be studious.

"Live until you grow old, and learn to grow old!"

Everyone wrote down one after another, remembering Chu Ming's words.

At this moment, not far from Chu Ming's courtyard, two people were hurried over.

The person who came was Lin Ruowei.

After Qin Wei separated, Lin Ruowei returned to the family non-stop, and told his father Lin Hong about the incident.

In Tianyuan City, there are peerless experts!

And more importantly, this peerless expert is here as a mortal, comprehending the tastes of life.

If it can take this opportunity to get some chance, then it is undoubtedly an excellent one for the Lin family.

"Good girl, that peerless expert you said, is here?"

"Yes, right here!"

The two stopped outside Chu Ming's courtyard.

At this moment, Chu Ming's courtyard was so crowded that the two of them couldn't even get in.

"Sir, is this giving a lecture?"

Soon, the peasant woman who was squeezed at the door glared at the two of them, and shouted in a low voice, "Shut up!"

Just this sentence almost suffocated the two of them.

This humble peasant woman is also an expert?

If it is difficult for Lin Hong to feel this horror as a mortal, then Lin Ruowei, a cultivator, can truly feel it.

This peasant woman is even more terrifying than Master Ye Lingyun own!

It's just a person who came to listen to the class, he is such a strong person, then the gentleman himself...

Lin Hong couldn't imagine.

"If that's the case, let's listen to the get out of class outside this door. After class is over, it's not too late to find the husband."

Although it is impossible to see Chu Ming's true face here, the voice can be heard clearly.

The content of Chu Ming's lecture is very rich.

From astronomy and geography, to poems and songs, to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, ghosts and ghosts, it can be said to be omniscient and talk about everything.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached the preaching? The upper and lower parts are not visible, why do you test it? Who can do the best..."

The sound of faint poems came.

At this time, both Lin Ruowei and Lin Hong felt that they were in the time when the world was opened.

In the ancient times, who preached?

Chu Ming's words hit everyone's soul, and these people seemed to be sublimated in the sound of Chu Ming's poems.

"this……"

Even if Lin Hong is just a mortal, he can feel that the rich and incomparable Dao law envelops himself.

This feeling is incredibly wonderful.

"This senior, is it an immortal in the sky?"

Lin Ruowei beside Lin Hong, even at this moment, had already entered a state of enlightenment, with layers of shackles shattered, and the Cultivation Base soared.

After a long time, a poem ended, and a long sigh, bringing everyone back to reality.

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