The villain's national teacher always teases me

It wasn't until the next day that Lang Zi had a good night's sleep that he felt better, and realized that he had been molested by the teacher again.

But at this time, the national teacher had already left Yuxu Mountain again.

He took a breath and had to swallow it back into his stomach.

Wan Fan came in the morning, and when sending Luo Hui back, he happily reported the good news to Lang Zi: He felt that he could enter the Tao.

Lang Zi congratulated him, seeing Luo Hui's small mouth pouting and shrinking in aggrieved manner, guessing that he hadn't slept all night, he quickly took out a terrazzo from the ring and gave it to him.

The terrazzo was left by the national teacher before he left. He said that it can nourish spiritual things. As long as it is replenished enough, Luohui can practice on his own like a normal person, without having to return to the sword to fill up his spiritual energy.

Luo Hui really smiled, hugged her and gnawed on it.

Wan Fan teased him for a while, then stood up and said goodbye: "Before my sword practice enters Taoism, we can pick a spirit sword in the sword room. This junior is still going to ask the master for instructions, and come to play with the ancestor later."

He walks on the front foot, and arrives on the back foot.

By the way, I brought Yuhuang's reply.

This time the letter was written on plain white silk cloth, with graceful and elegant fonts, written by Emperor Yu himself.

"I'm very safe, my son don't worry. The donations suddenly come back, try to add meals."

A few words, and most of them are copied poems, which are not used properly, but it makes Lang Zi laugh so hard that he can't see his teeth.

He packed the silk cloth close to his body, and went out to the shed to learn how to draw fire talismans with Master Chu.

I still haven't learned it after studying for a long time.

Master Chu saw how hard he was drawing talismans, and couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he thought of the past.

He thought that the slags could empathize with each other, and couldn't help but said how to learn the fire talisman when he learned it: "Why don't I hang up the ancestor and put it down if I can't draw it? If it doesn't work, I will put the fire talisman Stuff it into your clothes, won't it ignite after a stick of incense?"

Lang Zi:? ? ?

A talisman won't punish it so severely?

Chengxian is so strict? !

The onlookers, He Muliu, were also frightened: the head finally died?

Chu Hansheng knew from Lang Zi's expression that he was unwilling, so he shut up embarrassingly.

In the afternoon, Wan Fan came with a sad face.

Holding a blue stone in his arms, he ate a skewer of He Muliu as soon as he entered the shed, crying while wiping away his tears.

"I now know why I need to give extra lessons to sword masters! From now on, we don't have any spiritual swords to choose from. All sword masters have to forge their own iron before entering the Tao!"

He showed everyone the stone in his hand, and the more he talked, the more sad he became, "I went around the sect warehouse, and the elders said that this stone is best for making spirit swords. But it's still a stone no matter how you look at it! Oh, I really didn't Thinking about it, if I escaped the exam, I still have to learn blacksmithing...how could I be so miserable..."

The news surprised several disciples.

Sword disciple Wantu patted his chest and rejoiced: "Fortunately, I entered Dao early! I have never passed the refining weapon."

He Muliu also entered the Tao, and when he mentioned this, he looked at his little hands and curled his lips, feeling sad again, and burnt thirty mutton skewers in a row.

He also wants to have sex with his junior sister, woo.

Wan Shang, who was about to enter the dream path, asked anxiously: "What about the other paths? You don't even have to fight other spiritual weapons, right? I'm about to enter the Tao, and the master said before that after entering the Tao, you can pick up magic weapons by yourself..."

Wan Fan cried even more sadly: "Only the way of swordsmanship has to be forged by yourself. It is said that the sword room is empty, but there are no shortage of other treasures in the warehouse."

Wan Shang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lang Zi listened from the side, always vaguely feeling that this matter had something to do with him.But he didn't even know where the sword room was, probably an illusion.

Lang Zi patted Wan Fan on the shoulder, "How about I give you a sword?"

Wan Fan didn't hold out much hope.

He knew that the ancestor came from the mortal world, and he couldn't even draw a magic talisman, so he only thought that what he was talking about was ordinary soldiers and swords.In consideration of Lang Zi's face, he thought to himself, when the ancestor took out the sword, he would have to pretend to be happy, so that he could not show any signs of failure, and he would slowly forge the iron after he got back, alas.

But when Lang Zi took out a whole row of swords from the ring for him to pick, Wan Fan was really overjoyed.

These spirit swords, with their handles and handles imposing, are absolutely extraordinary!At least all of them are middle-grade spirit weapons or above!

In fact, that day when Lang Zi suddenly realized the way of swordsmanship, not all the swords sensed the sword intent and flew away. The low-grade swords were still left in the sword room because they were a few beats slower.It's just that the elders thought that it would be too embarrassing to open the sword room and let the disciples see only low-grade spirit swords left in the door, and it would easily miss the future of the disciples, so they simply opened the class and let the sword masters work on their own.

Wan Fan couldn't help but be overjoyed to find a new life in a desperate situation, and soon got dazzled.

He liked the thick mountain sword, and wanted the other light autumn water sword.

Luo Hui happened to wake up from a nap and came out to look for Lang Zi to hug him, and saw him indecisively, and got angry from it.

You are a sword cultivator!How can you like so many swords at the same time!

Our sword is so loyal, we only follow one master for the rest of our lives!You are so, so slutty!

With short legs, Luo Hui grabbed the blood-red spirit sword angrily and stuffed it directly into Wan Fan's arms.

Wan Fan: "Huh? Is this handle the best for me?"

The Blood Fiend Sword, a high-grade spiritual tool, has already given birth to a sword spirit, extremely overbearing.If Master Xiao wanted to use another spirit sword, before Jianxiu's sword will wear down the sword spirit, the Blood Fiend Sword could kill him first, wouldn't it be most suitable for the half-hearted Wan Fan?

Luo Hui nodded seriously with a small face.

He just wanted to teach this kind of ignorant sword cultivator a lesson, and naturally he would not have thought that many years later, there would be an anecdote in the monk world: a certain sword cultivator from the Chengxian sect actually formed a Taoist companion with his sword.

Wan Fan, who knew nothing about it, readily accepted his kindness. He thought with all his heart that since Luo Hui was a sword spirit, he would naturally choose the best one.

To a certain extent, Luohui's blood sword is indeed the best.

After receiving Lang Zi's gift, Wan Fan was a little embarrassed: "The spirit sword is too precious, I don't know what the ancestors need, this junior will definitely do his best to meet it."

"No need." Lang Zi smiled, he knew that Yuanzhou Pavilion had an exam tomorrow, but these people were not in a hurry to study and played with him all day long, he always wanted to repay something.

Then he said to the rest of the people: "Do you want to pick one if you need it?"

He Muliu didn't dare to accept any more gifts from him, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

Wan Tu also had his own natal spirit sword, thanked him, and politely rejected the ancestor's kindness.

Only Wan Shang stepped forward to pick up the Autumn Water Sword.

Even if he is not a swordsman, he still needs to control the sword and fight. He hasn't entered the Tao yet, and he doesn't have any weapons at hand.Wan Shang sincerely regards Lang Zi as a friend, so he is not too polite, he just wants what he wants, and he doesn't want to be hypocritical with his friends.

After he finished picking, he thanked him and gave Lang Zi some gadgets he had collected.

"I heard that you were going back to Dayu during the Lantern Festival. These were parting gifts." Wan Shang scratched his head and smiled a little shyly. These are prepared."

The gifts he gave were not precious, they were messy. There were beauty-retaining pills, spiritual herbs that could emit a strange fragrance when worn on the body, and small hairpins that could make a woman's face glow.

But Lang Zi was very happy, he was worried about what gift to prepare for Yuhuang, Yuhuang would definitely like these gadgets.

His new friend in Yuxu Mountain does have a heart.

That night, the national teacher sent a message, unable to go back to the mountain, Lang Zi slept with Luo Hui in his arms all night.

The second day coincided with the Yuanzhou Pavilion exam, so Chu Hansheng had to show off in the exam room and didn't come to teach the technique.On the other hand, Wan Fan and the others, because they stayed with Lang Zi for three days without causing any misfortune, were granted the right to be pardoned for the exam, so they gloated and decided to take Lang Zi to the exam room to have a look.

Lang Zi was also very curious, hugged Luo Hui and followed.

The examination of Yuanzhou Pavilion usually ends within one day, and the results are announced on the same day. Those disciples who fail more than four subjects are regarded as failing the examination and have to accept the punishment of the trial.Those who fail the examination for three consecutive years will be "dropped out".Exiting school in the cultivation sect is much more serious than in the present world, and it is a routine operation to destroy the Taoist root and immortal road forever.

Although there has never been such an example in the Chengxian school, no one wants to be the first, so they all try their best to endorse or go astray.

When Lang Zi arrived at Yuanzhou Pavilion, the original classroom of Junior Class A happened to be taking an exam on "Tianyuan Cultivation History".

Standing outside the window, he watched helplessly as half of the disciples took out the statues of gods and monarchs from their pockets, worshiped devoutly, and then took out dice and began to answer questions.

And Chu Hansheng, the invigilator, didn't stop him, but nodded in relief?

Wan Tu explained to him in a low voice: "...the examination of worshiping the gods started from the head of the sect. It is said that he used this method to pass the exam back then. Elder Mianbei once asked that this be punished as cheating, but the sect head gave him a rare tact. Rebutted back."

Lang Zi was surprised that Chu Hansheng was still witty.

Evening picture: "At that time, the head said that luck is also a part of strength, and the blessing of the gods is our honor. If this is considered cheating, then wouldn't it be even more cheating for him to be the leader of the Taoist sect. Well, we all suspected this in private. The words were taught by the sword master."

He said again: "Don't even mention it, the god is really a spirit, everyone got a lot of correct questions after praying."

Lang Zi pointed to a few disciples and asked: "...Then what's the matter?"

Those disciples were all from Junior Class A, and they were praying for a piece of paper that said "Lang Zi ancestor blesses you to pass every exam".

Wan Fan also found it unbelievable, and guessed: "Maybe they think that your luck is not inferior to the gods? After all, there are too many people who worship the gods, and there is not much left for everyone. It is better to worship you." .”

Lang Zi: ...

He actually felt that what Wan Fan said was quite reasonable.Maybe Chengxian sect disciples are masters of brainwashing.

He thought of the national teacher, and couldn't help but wonder if the national teacher was sitting in the room nervously taking the exam just like these disciples when he first returned to the mountain.

I don't know if he is the one who studies hard, or the one who worships God?Do you also worship the gods?

Each classroom is conducting different exams.

After all, the disciples in Yuanzhou Pavilion who are still studying accounted for half of the disciples. If the exam needs to be completed within a day, it would be more time-saving to separate the answering questions from the actual practice.

Lang Zi was very interested in refining weapons, so he asked for a peek at the refining test room.

There are ready-made materials and tools in the examination room, and he is very greedy.

After finally waiting for the students in a class to finish their exams, the elder invigilator tidied up the exam room and was resting—a disciple’s magic weapon exploded and made a wall of dust—Lang Zi couldn’t bear it anymore, and rushed to the elder, eagerly begging: "I Can I try it?"

Elder Miankai was terrified: "Uh, Patriarch doesn't need to take the exam."

Lang Zi: "I just want to try the refining tool, and I don't want to take the exam..."

Mian Kai thought for a while, Daozu was a first-class craftsman in his previous life, and most of the magic weapons in the sect were made by him.

Maybe even a wave of warehouses can be enriched.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, he readily agreed, and even added a lot of precious materials to Lang Zi.

Lang Zi was also very happy. Before the next wave of disciples came, he had half an hour to practice.

He had already finished reading the weapon refining textbook, and was familiar with all the steps. When he thought that he could personally refine a magic weapon for Emperor Yu or the national teacher, he felt itchy, so he begged Elder Miankai to let him try it. .

Lang Zi put Luo Hui on the futon next to him, and sat in front of the stove.

The smelter needs nine processes such as ignition, melting material, shaping, pouring, and condensation. The flame required for each material is different, so it is extinguished in the furnace.

He had already planned it in his mind. For the first time, he practiced the simplest hairpin and picked up a thousand-year-old willow in his hand. Then he remembered that he didn't know how to fire amulets and couldn't start a fire.

Lang Zi silently looked at Luo Hui: "...will you start a fire?"

Luo Hui who just woke up blinked his eyes.

As long as it is the Taoism he has absorbed, he can drive it.The fire phoenix tail feather is condensed by the way of fire, it should not be difficult to start a fire with the way of fire, so he should be able to?

Luo Hui nodded.

Lang Zi happily invited him to help light the stove.

Luo Hui pouted his small eyebrows, held back for a long time, and finally managed to mobilize the true meaning of the way of fire, opened his mouth, and spewed out monstrous flames.

The roofs and walls of the three classrooms were burned directly in one breath.

The only Lang Zi who was not affected:? ? ?

The disciple next door who was suddenly in the open air and was in pain:! ! !

Elder Miankai, who was the first to bear the brunt of the charred body, said: ...

It's okay to destroy half of the mountain, but can you burn the Yuanzhou Pavilion with a craft? ?

Now he has every reason to suspect that the Taoist reincarnation is a fake.

It must be fake! ! !Elder Miankai shouted hoarsely.

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