The Unconventional Legend

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Hu Ruoyun turned around and saw that Li Changjiang couldn't hold back his face and finally showed a collapsed face.

A pair of eyes looked at him speechlessly, and seemed to be asking himself, "Is this a good student with amazing perseverance and perseverance?"

Hu Ruoyun covered her face.

All I could hear was Li Changjiang's meaningful sigh: "What a talent..."

Hu Ruoyun snorted and her eyes were not good: "You are less yin and yang!"

Seeing that Zuo Xiaoduo's back had disappeared, Li Changjiang suddenly remembered something, and his whole body was shocked, and he frowned, "No...No, I seem to have overlooked something."

Hu Ruoyun was speechless and said, "What's wrong?"

Li Changjiang frowned, quickly recalled it in his mind, and finally a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and then he was shocked beyond concealment, beyond words.

He murmured: "That's what Zuo Xiaoduo said when he first gave money for the first time? Did he say... Anyway, I'm here to try... Is there such a thing?"

Hu Ruoyun also woke up in horror: "Yes! Yes! There is such a sentence! It's ridiculous that I didn't realize it was wrong at the time..."

The two looked at each other, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Li Changjiang said solemnly: "It is normal for him to remember what he experienced after he came out. But entering this illusion is an instinctual illusion, and it is impossible to enter with a conscious and complete memory. In an instinctual illusion, there is only one person left. Instinct reaction, so there is the saying of three touches and five comments, because this is the reaction of human nature."

"But Zuo Xiaoduo obviously remembers it."

Hu Ruoyun also became solemn: "So..."

Li Changjiang stretched out his hand to grab the mobile phone on the table, and his expression was a little surprised: "This matter must be reported. If Zuo Xiaoduo really has the ability to resist the instinctual illusion, then his mental power has reached the level of a normal warrior, then It's a quality talent."

"do not!"

Hu Ruoyun held Li Changjiang's hand and hurriedly asked, "Who else can see Zuo Xiaoduo's trial except you, the principal?"

Li Changjiang was stunned for a moment, and said, "Only I have this authority in this school."

Hu Ruoyun's eyes flashed: "That means no one else can see it except you?"

"Yes." Li Changjiang was puzzled: "What do you want to say?"

"This matter must not be reported!"

Hu Ruoyun grabbed Li Changjiang's mobile phone and said, "Reporting will only increase Xiaoduo's exposure... If it is a high-quality talent in terms of spiritual power, if one more person knows about it, it will only increase the risk!"

Li Changjiang hesitated and said, "If Xiao Duo has this record of genius, even if he crosses the thorny road in the future and is evaluated by the high-level leaders, he will think more about it, and it will be beneficial."

"No! After he naturally grows to that point, you will report this matter, and the result will be the same."

Hu Ruoyun didn't give in: "Once the genius record is leaked, it will bring countless risks to Xiaoduoduo. The possibility of premature death is too great! I can't let my students take this kind of risk!"

Li Changjiang frowned: "You don't trust...?"

Hu Ruoyun refused to give in an inch: "Can you trust me?"

Li Changjiang was defeated in his wife's eyes and said, "Okay."

Hu Ruoyun aggressively asked, "What's good?"

Li Changjiang said dejectedly: "It's better not to report."

Hu Ruoyun snorted and walked out.

"It counts as you know each other!"

Li Changjiang watched Hu Ruoyun go out. For a long time, his face was gloomy and uncertain. Thinking of Zuo Xiaoduo's approaching action, he couldn't help snorting. Seeing that he was the only one left in the huge office, he immediately relaxed.

Went to the window and saw that Hu Ruoyun had trot away all the way. Only then did he really feel that the pressure had completely disappeared, and he felt relaxed. He took a breath, then jumped high with a puff, twisting his butt.

"Ye!"

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after lunch.

The ninth class of samurai.

Hu Ruoyun brought Zuo Xiaoduo to report.

The door is over there.

The teacher inside did not come out to greet him, and there was no handover process.

The road of a warrior, the door of a warrior, you have to walk and open it yourself.

At a distance of seven or eight meters from the door, Hu Ruoyun stopped, turned his head, looked at Zuo Xiaoduo beside him, and showed a loving smile: "Xiaoduo, go, go and walk your way, push it away, it belongs to you. The door of the warrior!"

Her eyes were already a little red.

Looking at Zuo Xiaoduo's young face, Hu Ruoyun had a feeling that the chick he had raised was about to fly away, the reluctance to leave him.

But she couldn't stop it.

She knew how Zuo Xiaoduo was looking forward to this day.

Zuo Xiaoduo was silent for a while and said, "Yes."

He turned around and walked towards the door step by step.

Hu Ruoyun stayed where he was, watching Zuo Xiaoduo's back step by step, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoduo, no matter how much suffering or suffering he suffers, he must leap over the Dragon Gate before he is twenty years old. what!"

Zuo Xiaoduo didn't stop walking forward, as if he didn't hear it.

After ten steps, he was already standing in front of the door.

He paused for a while, then turned around suddenly, ran to Hu Ruoyun's side like a fly, and hugged her, as if he was hugging his mother who was saying goodbye to him, his head resting on Hu Ruoyun's shoulder, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Hu Ruoyun smiled gratified, and patted Zuo Xiaoduo on the shoulder: "Go, you kid, you are still in a school, it's not like you won't see each other again."

Having said that, he was already a little choked up.

In his eyes, it seemed that time had flowed back, and Zuo Xiaoduo's efforts over the past six years flashed before his eyes one after another.

After a long while, Zuo Xiaoduo finally raised his head and said seriously, "Mr. Hu, thank you!"

He took two steps back and bowed deeply: "Students will never forget you, Teacher Hu. Take care!"

Hu Ruoyun took a deep breath, smiled hard, nodded, and said nothing.

Zuo Xiaoduo turned around and walked to the gate of Class 9 step by step, never looking back.

Hu Ruoyun's eyes were blurred with tears, and his heart was full of reluctance. Looking at Zuo Xiaoduo's back, he suddenly felt something was wrong, but he had no specific understanding. Retro robe.

This robe? ...something like a robe?

Hu Ruoyun was a little confused.

Zuo Xiaoduo... What is this going to do? The new class report, actually wearing a Taoist robe?

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Inside the ninth class of samurai.

Qin Fangyang, the head teacher with a resolute face, explained the theory of martial arts as if nothing had happened, and showed some martial arts moves to the students from time to time; it seemed that the two of them did not arrive by accident.

However, the samurai students sitting on the futons below all seemed a little absent-minded.

Today, a transfer student is coming. This is not a secret at all, and it is not a rare thing. It makes everyone really interested, and what they are looking forward to is, what kind of virtue is this guy who is known as the first martial artist in the second middle school.

After all, it is really rare to see people who have been retained for five years at the martial apprentice stage.

If you add the year of the regular school year, it will be a full six years!

What kind of guy can't break through the samurai for six years?

After cultivating for six years, he still refused to give up his practice, and suddenly he made a breakthrough!

Thirty-five young warriors from Class 9 were all curious about this upcoming classmate. Including two students from Zuo Xiaoduo's former martial arts class.

Only Qin Fangyang, an experienced head teacher, was completely unmoved. After all, he has sent away too many warrior students over the years, and he has long been accustomed to coming and going.

The road of cultivation is difficult and the journey forward is rough, and the aptitude of practitioners varies significantly, as is the level of effort. For Teacher Qin, a six-year martial artist is also rare, but it is not the first time, and—

"As a class teacher, you can't have feelings for students!"

This is Qin Fangyang's motto. For many years, he has been a step-by-step professor. After teaching carefully, he left immediately.

The rest, what do they have to do with me? !

This is, there was a sudden knock on the door. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

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Qin Fangyang glanced indifferently from the side, ignored it, and continued to lecture.

However, the remaining thirty-five pairs of eyes were all looking towards the door.

Qin Fangyang snorted coldly: "What are you looking at? It's just a new transfer student, what's so good about it? You have to knock on the door of the martial artist? If he doesn't come in, he will get out! If you don't listen to the class, you can choose to get out! "

All the students were silent for a while, all their eyes were closed, and they sat in meditation.

For this stern head teacher, all the students are in awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Qin Fangyang said indifferently: "The door of a warrior can either be pushed open, smashed open, or kicked open, even if it breaks one's head and bleeds, but if you don't even have the courage to open it yourself, you will be hopeless."

His voice was not small.

The students in the classroom heard it, and the transfer students at the door should have heard it too.

It also seemed that these words were specifically said to those outside the door.

As Teacher Qin's voice ceased, the knocking at the door stopped.

Qin Fangyang's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to lecture.

Sudden!

Boom!

A bang!

With the sound of the bang, the classroom door was no longer in good condition, and the whole wooden door was kicked and flew directly in, and the dust fell in a state of being torn apart, and the dust suddenly splashed!

All the students exclaimed when they saw this.

Even Qin Fangyang frowned.

This student is a bit domineering.

I'm just talking about it. It's just an analogy. You really kicked!

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