Dressed as the hero and villain Shizun

Zhuo Wusu was assigned to Class A by Liu Ling'er.

One is because the students in this class are generally young, the oldest is only 12 years old, and he can get along with others normally after entering this class.The second reason is that there is a true disciple in this class——Qi Ao.

He is the true disciple of Wei Feng, the third elder of Jianfeng, he has just turned seven years old, and is the closest in age to Zhuo Wusu.

"Wu Su, you sit here at the same table as Qi Ao." Liu Ling'er asked him to sit down, and looked at the little boy with puffy cheeks and a pair of almond eyes, "Qi Ao, you are older than Wu Su , take good care of him, you know?"

Qi Ao nodded, staring at Zhuo Wusu with big moist eyes, "Uncle Six, I know, I will take care of him."

"Be good." Liu Ling'er patted his head, and told Zhuo Wusu a few more words before leaving.

When she was out of sight, Qi Ao stood up: "Your name is Zhuo Wusu?"

"Yes."

Qi Ao put her hands on her hips, "Call me boss!"

Zhuo Wusu pursed the corners of his mouth and didn't cry.

"You're not called, are you?" Qi'ao grinned, revealing eight small white teeth, so cute and tight that one could wish to hold him in his arms and kiss him, but the words he said were not so cute, "Then Let's fight? If you beat me, you don't have to call me boss!"

The disciples behind Qi Ao hurriedly winked at Zhuo Wusu and waved their hands vigorously, all conveying one meaning: don't agree, absolutely don't agree! !

Zhuo Wusu sullenly said, "Okay!"

"Alas..." The students in the class sighed, Qi Ao glanced back, everyone immediately fell silent, and said in unison, "Come on, boss."

After all, let's move the table away together and make room for the two to compete.

The first contest between Zhuo Wusu and Qi Ao was triggered immediately.

Zhuo Wusu took the lead in punching, and with the wind in his fist, he greeted Qi Ao.

Qi Ao turned sideways slightly, avoided the fist, and tripped him with his foot, Zhuo Wusu fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hurry up and call the boss!"

"not called!"

Zhuo Wusu gritted his teeth and stood up bravely, continuing to attack.

There was no way for children to fight, Zhuo Wusu acted as if he was desperate for his life, and hit Qi Ao whenever he had the opportunity.

Qi Ao had studied martial arts for two years, and at first he still paid attention to moves. After being beaten by Zhuo Wusu, he didn't care about anything, so he rushed forward, pinned Zhuo Wusu under him, and began to fight.

You punch, I punch, inseparable.

"Come on, boss!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"His hands are behind, be careful!"

"Little brother, brother, hit the boss on the back! Hurry up!"

Qi Ao pressed Zhuo Wusu's leg, rolled behind him, raised his head in time, "Who shouted? Remember it for me, I will deal with you later!"

"..."

The slogans were uniform: "Boss, come on! Boss is the most powerful!"

Zhuo Wusu turned over and rode on Qi Ao, and punched him in the face, leaving a red mark.

Qi Ao gritted his teeth: "Zhuo Wusu! You hit me in the face!?"

Zhuo Wusu: "I'll hit you in the face!"

Qi'ao ignited raging flames of war, and all the attacks were aimed at one place - Zhuo Wusu's face.

The battle was stalemate, the faces of the two were flushed, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of Zhuo Wusu's mouth.

"It's time for class! Boss, leave, leave!"

"It's old man Liu's class! Hurry up, boss!!"

Qi Ao drew back, stood aside, rubbed his face, "Stop! We'll fight again next time."

Zhuo Wusu wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "OK!"

The tables and chairs were set up and returned to their original state.The class bell rang, followed by the old man with Meixu entering the classroom on time.

The disciples sat upright, one by one well-behaved, but the faces of the two children in the front were bruised and purple, and their cheeks were slightly swollen.

Liu Zetian stroked his silver whiskers, "What's wrong with you two?"

Qi Ao covered the left side of his face, his almond eyes rolled round: "Go back to Mr. Liu, disciple... I fell down and fell down."

Liu Zetian nodded, looked at Zhuo Wusu, "Did you fall too?"

Zhuo Wusu's right cheek was very swollen, expressionless, "Yes."

"You have to be careful when you walk, it hurts when you fall." Liu Zetian looked at the disciples behind, "You also need to remember."

"Yes, the disciple understands."

The disciples were very well-behaved, Liu Zetian nodded in satisfaction, and opened the palm-thick "Identification of Spirit Medicine", "Today, I will tell you about Andrographis paniculata..."

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The simple and distant bell rang, and today's class was over, Zhuo Wusu closed the book and was the first to leave the classroom.

Qi Ao took a step back and didn't stop him.

Withdrawing his hands and rubbing his cheeks, Qi Ao hissed, looked at the disciple behind him who didn't dare to move, grinned, showing his small white teeth, "Who told him to hit me this morning? Stand up!"

Everyone stepped aside one after another, revealing the tallest and oldest Gu Yi sitting at the back.

The corner of Gu Yi's mouth twitched, how could he have forgotten this morning that he was a bully? !Why did you yell that sentence? !

"Boss... lightly lightly! Ah! Help!"

"I told you to yell, do you still yell?"

"No, stop shouting! Boss, let me go!"

The disciples covered their eyes, turned their heads away, and couldn't bear to look directly.

Yunfu Fairy House

The door of the main house was wide open, Zhuo Wusu glanced cautiously, then sneaked into his own room, he remembered that there was medicine in the room.

"Teacher, why don't you come in?"

The cold voice came to his ears, Zhuo Wusu paused, and walked straight to the east room.The bruises on his face must be ugly, and the master will laugh at him again when he sees it.

Why are you still running away?Yu Yici opened his eyes, controlled the spiritual power with his fingertips, and dragged the little apprentice to him.

"Why don't you see me? Still have your back to me?"

Zhuo Wusu turned his back to Yu Yici, covered his face, "Teacher... I'm anxious, I want to go back to my room first."

Yu Yici was puzzled: "Huh? Really?"

Zhuo Wusu nodded: "It's true!"

Yu Yici was even more puzzled: "Are you anxious...why are you covering your face?"

"..."

Zhuo Wusu's ears turned red, "Master, just let this disciple go... This disciple is really anxious."

Yu Yici laughed, "Turn around and put your hands down."

"Master..."

"turn around."

Yu Yici's peaceful voice suddenly turned cold, Zhuo Wusu froze, turned around and put down his hands, revealing a bruised nose and swollen face.

The little apprentice's face was bruised and black in many places, and the corner of his right lip was cracked a little, and the blood had scabbed over.He lowered his head again, looking pitifully tight.

Miserable, is this all hit in the face?

Yu Yici joined in the fun: "Who hit it?"

"Qi'ao."

"He," Yu Yici raised the corner of his mouth, "he's such a cute kid."

He remembered this kid, and he liked to pull his master Wei Feng softly and coquettishly.

Zhuo Wusu felt wronged: "Master, this disciple was beaten by him."

"Master knows," Yu Yici lightly stroked the black marks on his face, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," Zhuo Wusu's nose was red, tears welling up in his eyes, "I hurt."

Taking out the wound-removing ointment and sticking it on his fingertips, Yu Yici gently wiped it on his face, "It's okay, it won't hurt when you apply it."

The cool fingertips stroking the cheeks with the ointment, the cold voice comforting himself, Zhuo Wusu sniffed and forced back tears.After applying the ointment, my face felt cool, and the pain had disappeared.

"Are you injured?"

Zhuo Wusu nodded, at the beginning of the beating, Qi Ao hit him with hands and feet.

Shaking his head and sighing, Yu Yici said, "Which of you two wins?"

"Tie."

"Do you want to fight again?"

"Yes, I will beat him next time!"

Yu Yici supported his forehead and handed him the medicine for the wound, "Go take a bath and wipe it off yourself."

"Yes, Master." Zhuo Wusu took the wound ointment and reluctantly left, he wanted Master to rub it on him.

Zhuo Wusu was covered in moisture, his soft hair hung down behind him, and a few strands of hair were sticking to the side of his face wetly.

Holding the hair tie, he walked to Yu Yici's side, "Master, tie your hair."

Yu Yici was thinking about how to refine Yunfu tea into cold dispelling pills when he saw the little apprentice coming.The wound on his face has disappeared, and he has returned to his usual appearance. Yu Yici looked much more pleasing to the eye, and took the hair and tied it for him.

"Apprentice, you can't let the teacher tie your hair all the time." Yu Yici moved softly, "I will retreat for a period of time from tomorrow, and you have to learn it yourself."

The corners of Zhuo Wusu's mouth froze while playing, "Why did Master go into seclusion?"

Refining the cold-dispelling pill is all it takes, and there is no need to hide it from him. Yu Yici bluntly said that he has discovered the magical effect of Yunfu tea and needs to retreat and experiment.

The smile on his face disappeared, Zhuo Wusu lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were unclear, "How long do you want to retreat?"

"It's as fast as three to five months, and as slow as two or three years."

Zhuo Wusu was discouraged, and he was surrounded by an unhappy atmosphere.

Yu Yici had never raised a child before, and he knew that children like to cry, so he was prepared.But Zhuo Wusu didn't cry or make trouble, he couldn't be quiet and obedient, so he didn't know how to solve it.

Big eyes met small eyes, Yu Yici patted his head lightly, "I will leave the customs in three to five months at most as a teacher."

Zhuo Wusu nodded, his watery eyes were full of disappointment, but he didn't say a word.

Yu Yici gritted his teeth secretly, was the hero like this when he was a child?Can he say that this really deserves to be the hero? !

"Teacher, how about teaching you how to practice calligraphy?"

Yu Yici took out the ink treasures of the study, took out copybooks, and placed them on the table.Teach Zhuo Wusu how to hold a pen, how to start and put down a pen.

The big hand held the small hand, the brush was dipped in ink, and it landed on the white jade paper, writing the three characters 'Zhuo Wusu' in neat and beautiful handwriting.

Let go of Zhuo Wusu's hand, Yu Yici said: "This is your name, you can start practicing by writing your own name."

"Yes, Master!"

Zhuo Wusu looked like he was smiling, just now the master hugged him and held his hand.

Although Master's fingers were cold, his body was very warm, being held in his arms was very warm.

Master was the first to hug him.

Holding the brush, Zhuo Wusu wrote down his name stroke by stroke.

Yu Yici watched from the side, sighing secretly.It would be great if this child wasn't the male lead. He is quiet and well-behaved, and he would be happy to take care of it.

But who made him the hero?A person destined to be hostile in the future.

Raising him is only to guard against him.

"Master, look!"

Zhuo Wusu held up the white jade paper and showed Yu Yici his own written name.

The characters are crooked, like earthworms crawling over.

Yu Yici: "...very good, we still need to work hard."

Zhuo Wusu was elated, picked up his pen and continued to practice.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will copy two articles every day, and check them for my teacher after leaving the customs."

"Take care of your disciples!"