Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(nine)

"Master! Master is up!"

The early morning in Lingyun Temple is usually accompanied by the sound of the Taoist boys humming and hahah in the morning class, but no one dares to go to the junior uncle's bedroom for the morning class, for fear of disturbing the junior uncle's clear dream.

Fang Yanchu was drowsy, and he usually didn't wake up until after nine o'clock in the morning.Zhou Jidao kept instructing the kitchen to warm the breakfast for the little uncle, and then brought it over when the little uncle woke up, and then personally brought up the morning newspaper. The little uncle read the newspaper while eating, and lived and studied well.

Of course, this happy day only happened before Ji Qianshan entered the door.Ever since Ji Qianshan entered the door, he has taken over all of this naturally.

In the morning, Zhou Jidao watched Ji Qianshan enter Fang Yanchu's bedroom dumbfoundedly. He couldn't help but took out his phone and kept unlocking it. He checked the Beijing time several times and complained in his heart: "He actually 07: At 30, ask the little uncle to wake up! 07:30!"

"He even gave the little uncle the yolk of boiled eggs!" Daotong who was cooking was just as crazy as him, "The little uncle never eats the egg yolk when he eats eggs!"

"What a vixen!"

The vixen was going to take his little uncle to visit their school today, and he was waiting at the gate at seven o'clock.Zhou Jidao is already used to his job being robbed, after all, they let the little master make an exception to accept apprentices, so what is there for these juniors to struggle?

"Master," Ji Qianshan took the breakfast from Daotong, put it on the table, took Fang Yanchu's hand and dragged him up little by little, "Master agreed to go to school with me today."

The feeling of being woken up from sleep is really uncomfortable. Fang Yanchu sat on the bed with his eyes half-opened, the hair on his forehead draped in front of his eyelashes to cover his drowsy eyes, and the profile of his face was hidden by the shadow of the gauze. Among them, there is only a white wrist resting on the quilt.The morning light shines into the room through the window, and the blue blood vessels under the white skin look dazzling and fragile under the morning light, like a beautiful glass rose.

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"Still sleepy?" Ji Qianshan leaned over in front of him, stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, sprayed hot breath on his face, completely covered the sunlight coming in, and covered Fang Yanchu in his projection. in the shadows below.

Frowning, Fang Yanchu was very tired every day, no matter how long he slept, he replied, "Mmm..."

Ji Qianshan moved a little closer, rubbing his face against his face, his voice gradually lowered, and he murmured comfortingly: "Then sleep for a while, and I will accompany you."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down on one knee to the side of the bed and supported Fang Yanchu's shoulders down slowly, hid that white wrist under the quilt, then kicked off his shoes and lay down beside Fang Yanchu, propping his head to look at him.

Fang Yanchu's whole body was hidden behind the quilt, only half of his shoulders were half hidden by the quilt, and the silk pajamas formed an ambiguous arc on his shoulders and neck.Ji Qianshan glanced across his face, past the protruding collarbone, and landed on the first button of Fang Yanchu's pajamas, staring at the handmade button and thinking: "Silk clothes always suit him very well."

The evil spirit entrenched on the earlobe sensed the gaze belonging to the master, squirmed a few times uneasily, tried to drill deeper, but was pinched by Ji Qianshan.The warm skin stuck to the palm of his hand, and he couldn't help rubbing it lightly, with an imperceptible threat in his soft tone: "Don't move, he can't stand it."

The mole formed by the evil spirit squirmed a few times unwillingly, and under the threat of Ji Qianshan, it still curled up obediently, becoming a small decoration on Fang Yanchu's earlobe.

No matter how late a high school student goes to school, it will never exceed eight o'clock in the morning. Ji Qianshan is not an ordinary high school student, but he must abide by the rules.The teacher and classmates are second to none, mainly because the cameraman from the Taoist organization has been staring at him recently, as if waiting for him to make a mistake so that he can find Lingyun Temple.

Even though he is about to die, he still has the heart to stare at us?Ji Qianshan rolled his eyes almost to the sky, he was unwilling to give the old man in the Taoist school a look, but the old man insisted on coming over and talking: "Senior Fang, send the child to school?"

Fang Yanchu ate the yolks of two boiled eggs for breakfast, and now he is choking to death, thinking about drinking water, but Zheng Dongjian wants to come over to talk to him.He could only smile and nodded, and said, "Is there anything important for Elder Zheng?"

"It's nothing important. How did you think about the census that I discussed with you last time?"

"Last time?" Fang Yanchu frowned slightly, thinking about which last time was the last time, what census, and if there was time for a cup of tea, Ji Qianshan dragged him from the school gate to the teaching building. Finally remembered, "Why, Zhou Jidao didn't bring you into the hall?"

It's okay if you don't mention it, but Zheng Dongjian will get angry when it is mentioned.The last time he visited Lingyun Palace with a good voice, he was tied up with a dog-chain-like bondage talisman, and he couldn’t even step through the threshold of the main hall—the threshold of Lingyun Palace thought his cultivation base was too low—— I have never been so ashamed in half my life.

"I went, I went, but..."

He was "but", Ji Qianshan had already brought Fang Yanchu to the door of the first grade classroom with great interest, asked for a leave of absence from the teacher in the door, and ran out: "Master, I have taken a leave of absence, let's go !"

"En." Fang Yanchu and the teacher who was giving a passionate lecture on the podium looked at each other and nodded politely.He is good-looking and full of immortality, wearing a camel-colored overcoat, with a clean look, he looks like a lower-level leader, at least he must be a bureau chief.The teacher looked at it again and again, thinking that the student in my class who came in through the back door has a lot of backing.

Ji Qianshan, who had a strong backing, pulled Fang Yanchu, followed by a lingering Zheng Dongjian, passing the teaching building and then the office building.If Chongyang No. [-] Middle School is the face of the education circle in Chongyang City, then the office building of No. [-] Middle School is the face of Chongyang No. [-] Middle School.

This office building, which was built in 30, has survived for [-] years and has become a major landscape of Chongyang No. [-] Middle School.Every teacher in No. [-] Middle School used to be proud to work in this office building, but now it has become the exclusive office building of the Academic Affairs Office, and every teacher in the Academic Affairs Office is waiting for the old building to collapse in fear.

Fang Yanchu was pulled by Ji Qianshan's arm as he passed by. Along the way, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the roof. The roof of this old building was filled with auspicious aura, with purple clouds rising above it, which was a sign of good luck that others couldn't ask for. It is conservatively estimated that this building can last at least another ten years.

This is the blessing left by a person with great merit.Fang Yanchu secretly sighed in his heart: No wonder Chongyang No. [-] Middle School has a high enrollment rate. I am afraid that the people who built the school had great merit for several lifetimes, and the people of later generations are just a little bit of blessing.

He has also heard about this school, and it is often published in newspapers because of one or two provincial champions. It is said that the teachers on the job are also very dedicated and kind.Fang Yanchu didn't notice anything else, but the teachers here are all pretty good, especially the teachers from the Academic Affairs Office who work in this old building. There is a thin layer of golden light of merit.

It's just that opposite to the golden light of merit is a group of people in front of them, with a wisp of black energy faintly entwined around their bodies.Several people were sitting on the ground, their faces were covered with a cloud, and they didn't seem to have slept well. One of the leading women looked haggard and almost cried and said to several teachers in the teaching office: "When our children come to school, they still don't sleep well. Well, how come you just go home..."

As she said that, she couldn't help but collapsed on the ground and began to cry, her voice was already hoarse, and the sound of crying was like a mocking crow, which was disturbing to hear.It was the time for the first class, and there was not a single student in the campus, and the woman's cry hovered and lingered over the campus.

"Don't cry, what should you do if you break your body from crying? You get up first." There was a young man supporting her standing beside her. A teacher smiled helplessly, "Sorry, teachers, my aunt is so sad."

This excitement really didn't appeal to Ji Qianshan, he hated the auspicious aura that wafted out of that building from time to time, and he accepted the evil aura from that family member well, but the acquired evil aura from such a low mood was to him the same as It's like plain water, you can drink it but you can't taste it, it's not interesting.

Fang Yanchu was quite interested, but it had nothing to do with the crying people. He looked familiar at the young man who was helping the woman, and finally remembered it after rummaging through his memory.

Isn't this the kid who made him abandon Xiao Erba for a Rolls-Royce? !

"what do you say that is?"

Ji Qianshan, who followed his footsteps and stopped, glanced over there and recognized the person: "It's Zhang Chen."

He has no interest in Zhang Chen, but he can't stop Zhang Chen from being acquainted.Zhang Chen can talk and is good at reading people's faces. He is a first-class celebrity in school, and many teachers have a good relationship with him. Isn't it easy to deal with a few freshman kids?In just three or four days, Zhang Chen got through to everyone in Ji Qianshan's class, and everyone called him Brother Zhang Chen.

"know?"

Ji Qianshan curled his lips, remembering that Zhang Chen secretly asked him about his "uncle", and replied: "General."

The two masters and apprentices were watching, and Zheng Dongjian, who followed beside him, had already walked up.He straightened his collar, smoothed his beard, walked forward with square steps, and cleared his throat first: "Ah, cough, cough!"

In an instant, the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office and the woman supported by Zhang Chen all turned their heads and cast their eyes on Zheng Dongjian.Only then did Zheng Dongjian speak slowly: "This old man is a guest elder of the national Daoist organization. I see that you have a dark look on your brows. I'm afraid that the lives of those close to you are in danger. Old man... hey, hey? Don't push... "

"Where did the old man come from?" The school security guard pulled Zheng Dongjian out by the arm, pointed at his nose and educated him, "Let me tell you, feudal superstition activities are prohibited inside the school!"

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Elder Zheng: I have caught demons for the country!I have eliminated ghosts for the organization!Let me see the principal!

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