After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

"I'm the Yuren royal family?" Ah Zhuo said in astonishment after listening to Jing Zun's narration in the main hall of Luoyue Peak.

Jing Zun didn't confess to him the identity of the Demon King and Ghost King, and he had no right to reveal the identity of the two of them if they didn't tell him, but he still had to tell himself about the younger brother's life experience.

Ah Ju lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while.

Jing Zun listened to him and said in his heart: [It doesn't matter whether I am a royal family or not, there is no difference between a prince and a commoner. ]

Jing Zun was slightly taken aback: I am narrow-minded.

During the conversation, when he heard the morning drum coming from the mountains through the clouds, Jing Zun said: "The Qixue drum in the school hall, tidy up, the class is about to start."

The three of them walked out, Xiao Ju was surprised: "Jing Banzhan, don't you never go to class?"

Jing Zun wanted Xunshi, and now that the class is over, he only replied superficially: "I brought two juniors to familiarize myself with the environment."

The daily teaching in the school hall is divided into excellent halls and second-class halls. There is no difference in the teaching of culture, the elders coaches, but the students are different. There is only one excellent hall, mainly the disciples of the three main peaks and the top disciples of other secondary peaks. But there are 30 people, and the disciples of the second peak will change frequently.

The three of them came late, and there were no fixed seats in the classroom. They could sit wherever they wanted. Those who were diligent and eager to learn came early and liked to pick the front row. Those who didn’t like listening to lectures naturally picked the back row. They wished they could sleep in the back row.

Unfortunately, the front row and the back row are full, and there are only two rows in the middle. They can only sit in the middle.

After sitting down, the demon king and ghost king also came late, they jumped in from the window instead of going through the door, and grabbed a few sub-peak disciples in the back row by their collars: "Give us the seat."

The few disciples didn't dare to say anything, they packed their things in a panic.

Jing Zun stroked his eyebrows and thought to himself: What kind of prestige do you still have? This prestige is appropriate, but it just makes other people "keep a respectful distance". , you are easily beaten.

Those two people saw him: "Junior Brother Jing, come and sit with us."

The disciples of Sanfeng have to sit in a row to gain momentum.

The younger brother beside him raised his eyes: "Why do you want to go there, can't they come over?"

Jing Zun nodded: "I won't go."

[Well, let me just say it casually, why does senior brother care about my opinion, why is he so kind to me? ]

Jing Zun smiled secretly, and the two behind him were still shouting. He sent a message to the two in a secret language: "If you want to be powerful, you must first establish a good relationship with your classmates."

"is it?"

"In this way they will follow faithfully."

"Are you very experienced?"

Jing Zun was helpless: "One of you is the ghost king and the other is the demon king. How do you treat the subordinates of the clan?"

The two of them didn't think about it, they replied together: "Fight."

"..."

Well, Jing Zun admitted that he also relied on beating in the Mozu.

But Xianmen is different. They still talk about faith, etiquette, cultivation of knowledge, etc., and they don't completely advocate force.

"Didn't you two promise me yesterday that you would study hard with my junior brother? If that's the case, why don't you sit in front."

"Forget it, I have a headache when I'm close to the coaching platform..." Yan E was waving his hands, and Jing Zun said again, "In case the coach rolls the roll to answer questions, there is a backer next to him."

"That's... makes sense, but how do I know if he's really educated?" Yan E questioned.

"Could it be worse than us?" Xuan Yan added.

"..."

"However..." Yan E said, "He is my future brother-in-law and your clan, so we should have a good relationship with him."

"Yes."

After pondering for a while, the two brought back the disciple who had just been taken away, walked forward with the book in their arms, and sat in the back row of the three of them.

A Zhuo glanced back, and they greeted very graciously: "Junior Brother Jiang, please help me a lot in the future."

A Ju: "..."

[Didn’t they still want to arrest me two days ago? ] He looked around again, [Did the senior brother teach them a lesson, the senior brother treated me so well. ]

Jing Zun slightly curled his lips.

The school bell rang, and the teaching elder walked in. He caught a glimpse of a few people, paused in his footsteps, and took a few fixed eyes. He couldn't believe it: what's going on today, guys who never go to class are here.

Usually the morning is cultural class. The coach taught censorship, and after telling the knowledge that even Ah Zhuo almost fell asleep, he began to knock on the table: "Now we are starting to answer the poems. The first student said something Poetry, the second character is followed by the last word as the first word."

He pointed his finger: "Come according to your seat."

The disciples in the first row stood up, and the good students came naturally: "Zhaoying strokes the inkstone to Xue."

The second disciple stood up: "Yan Han splashes ink to reflect the flowing clouds."

"Xiajuan and twilight wait for Yunshu."

"Shu Shan, slow water, falling moon."

……

When he got to Jing Zun's row, he should answer the word "come".

He got up and counted with his fingers: "When you come, you should say hello."

Seven characters are poetry.

A Zhuo thought to himself: [This is not a poem, but it should have something to say. ]

The coach knocked on the table: "This won't work, let's say it again."

Jing Zun sighed: "As fast as it comes, it goes as fast as it comes."

[This can be said to come and go in a hurry. ]

The coach continued to knock on the table: "Do it all over again."

Jing Zun: "Come... come, don't be in a hurry."

The coach looked up at him, and finally stopped: "Okay, next one."

A Zhuo said: "The river is rushing back against the waves."

Meng Ximao continued, "I'm back with a feast of feasts, mountains and rivers."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the back row, and it was Yan E's turn.

Yan E stood up unsteadily, and sent a message to A Zhuo in a secret language: "Brother Jiang, your brother said you would help us, can you help me?"

Ah Zhuo wanted to refuse, but after hearing what his brother said, he wanted to agree.

In fact, he didn't think he was good at these poems created by the ancients, but at least after reading the books for so many years, he could reach the point where he wouldn't ask the coach to start over.

He has learned a little bit of Chinese painting.

He thought about it for a while, and replied: "Qing Leu Shen Shen is right..." Before he could finish speaking, the secret words were suddenly interrupted.

Yan E was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

But the secret word could not be passed on, he was about to pat the person in front of him, when he raised his eyes, he saw the coach raising his eyebrows at him.

"Yes, the secret language was discovered and cut off by the coach." He sighed and said to himself, the remaining two words were only made up by himself, he muttered, and continued, "Qing Leu Shen Shen is for the beauty."

Coaching has never been passed, and it is considered a pass.

When it was Xuan Yan's turn, he had no way to ask for help, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Humans may be beasts but not human beings."

Coach: "...Forgive me for not understanding, what do you mean?"

"It means that animals are not humans, but humans can sometimes be animals."

Coaching the black face: "Do you have such a big opinion on people, are you not human?"

"I'm not human." Just as Xuan Yan finished speaking, his clothes were pulled by the people around him.

He realized that he had slipped the tongue, but luckily no one suspected him, and everyone scolded him for being rebellious.

I feel tired from teaching, and the class will be over when the students in the room are finished. He said slowly: "Xuan Wuguang and Yan Shifu failed to pass the test. Go back and write ten more poems, seven characters and long rhythms. After ten days Hand it in."

Yan E refused to accept: "My sentence is fine."

"Why, do you want me to expose your secret message in public?" He looked at Ah Ju again, "Forget it this time, next time the plagiarist and the plagiarized will be punished."

A Zhuo quickly lowered his head.

After the coach left, the two people who were punished sighed. After sighing for a while, Yan E had a flash of inspiration, stepped on the table and said, "Whoever is willing to help me write poems will be greatly appreciated."

Hearing this, the students who were slowly packing up in the room sped up their movements and disappeared in a short while.

As far as the level of these two people is concerned, whoever writes for them, the coach can't tell?

Yan E glanced at those figures angrily: "The long bell rang, you two don't care about me?"

The footsteps of Chang Zhong Changming stopped, and then they accidentally ran away with their shoes, and they didn't bother to pick them up.

When only Luoyuefeng and the other three were left in the hall, before Yan E could turn his gaze over, Meng Ximao cupped his hands and said, "A gentleman will do something and not do something, I will never do anything for you to write for me." Do, say goodbye."

He packed up his things and walked out unhurriedly.

Yan E looked at Ah Zhuo earnestly: "You can't leave us alone, your elder brother said..."

[How much did the elder brother say to them? ]

Jing Zun: This...

[Does senior brother always mention me outside, why does he always mention me, does he often think of me? ]

A Zhuo lowered his head and smiled, and when he raised his face, he scowled again: "I won't help you."

[Teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching a man to fish. I won’t write for you, but I can give you pointers. This is also for your own good. Please ask me quickly, if I really don’t want to help, I will continue. ]

But these two people didn't ask anymore, they winked at Jing Zun: "What should I do, can you say something?"

Jing Qing cleared his throat, and said slowly: "It's better to be thin as a mermaid...it's better to be thin like a carp. My junior brother won't write for you, but I can give you pointers."

A Zhuo nodded silently, and was slightly startled after nodding: [Brother sees my thoughts, he really understands me. ]

Two people: "This..."

There seemed to be no other way, they reluctantly agreed, and made an appointment to go to Luoyue Peak for tutoring at night.

When going out, Yan Ela Jingzun walked in front, stroked his chin and said, "I just wanted to ask, why is it better to be a carp if you are thin as a mermaid?"

Jing Zun: "It may mean that a mermaid doesn't need to be too thin. It's better to be a carp if you blindly pursue being too thin. If you change from a mermaid to a carp, then the gains outweigh the losses."

"It seems to make a little sense." Yan E praised.

The afterglow reflects, and the haze in the mountains floats.

The ghost king and the demon king came to Luoyue Peak, just in time for their meal, they had already eaten, but the meal made by Ah Zhuo looked so delicious, they couldn't hold back, sat down and ate another meal.

Xiaoju wanted to eat fish, but since the apprentice came, he had never seen fish on the dinner table, and he was always depressed when it came time to eat.

It's just that he eats it more cheerfully than anyone else, and on the surface he mutters, "What are you two coming to my Luoyue Peak for?" However, his eyes are bright, and he accidentally digs out a few jars of wine, "Head of Luoyue Peak It's so lively once, this is the wine that I have brewed for hundreds of years, come and taste it..."

He poured a few big bowls of wine in front of everyone, turned into an orange cat and jumped up and down, jumping up and down on everyone's heads, and then returned to human form, rolled up his sleeves: "Drink, drink..."

Demon King Ghost King: "..."

Is Elder Xiaoju like this in private?

Seeing him participate in the grand ceremonies in the mountains on weekdays, isn't it that he looks like a fairy with his clothes floating in the air?