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You came here just to sleep?

Yun Lian would appear at this time, and the disciples present were quite surprised.

According to the rules of Qingxuan Mountain, the first class of the previous month should be taught by Bai Weng, the head of Wangxian Pavilion, to show respect for the teacher.

Seeing Yun Lian walk in, the disciples who showed their teeth and looked at the shape of their mouths sat down immediately, with their backs straightened, as if they were going to school when they were young.

A group of teenagers sat up obediently, especially Wen Can who was lazily sleeping in the corner. Yun Lian glanced over but didn't speak.

Standing on the podium in that elegant white dress, if it is cold and clear, his eyes are cold but not cold, and he explained the essence of practice to them word by word: "Practice is about calming down and calming down. If even the most basic self-cultivation If you can't do it, then practice is meaningless to you, am I right, Wen Can."

Wen Can has already woken up in a daze, relying on the fear of Yun Lian in every cell of his body, he barely propped up his eyelids, and when he heard Yun Lian calling him, Wen Can stood up abruptly.

For the first time, he replied in a full-fledged manner: "Yes."

The usual idle boy stood upright, with his head held high, his eyelids still clenched.

The disciples present here often heard about Yun Lian's deeds when they were at home, and they respected and feared him at the same time. They were all cautious at first, but Wen Can stood up unexpectedly, causing all the disciples to burst into laughter.

Glancing at Yunlian's icy face from the corner of the eye, they suddenly stopped smiling, but silently drew Wen Can into their own camp in their hearts.

They are all poor people who fear Ling Qingjun more than they admire him.

Yun Lian glanced at him: "Are you awake?"

Wen Can swallowed silently: "Yes."

Yun Lian said coldly: "Are you here just to sleep?"

Having lived with Yun Lian in Liuhe Peak for three years, Wen Can knew every look in his eyes very well. When those dark night eyes met him, Wen Can knew that he had offended him, so she shut her mouth consciously.

"If your body is upright, you will follow orders; if your body is not upright, you will not obey orders. As disciples of aristocratic families, in the future, you will all have to govern one side separately. If you can't behave properly and be strict with yourself, what qualifications do you have?" Take care of others."

Although he said this to Wen Can, it also applies to everyone else present.

For a moment everyone understood that Yun Lian was taking Wen Can's knife, but in fact it was to warn them.

Sure enough, Yun Lian went on to say: "Copy the "Teaching Collection" a hundred times for me today, and you are not allowed to go out until you finish copying."

Wen Can widened her eyes and asked, "Why is it a hundred times?"

"Teaching Collection" is one of the admonitions of Xuanshan Mountain in Qing Dynasty. The whole text is sour and difficult to understand. There are many uncommon words. If you accidentally write a wrong word, you have to start from the beginning.

But the good thing is that the words are the least one. Wen Can copied it no less than a thousand times in his previous life, so practice makes perfect.

Didn't it mean that Yun Lian was usually only fined fifty times at most? How did the second senior brother lie about the military situation?

Before they came to attend the class, Yun Bingrong had already briefly explained the rules of Wangxian Pavilion to the disciples present.

All of you here are pampered sons of aristocratic families, who are used to being chic, but Qingxuan Mountain is different from the aristocratic family, with a lot of rules, especially Yun Lian, who is not easy to mess with, so Yun Bingrong specially came to popularize knowledge for them.

"Because you are a disciple of Immortal Venerable Li Huai, you will be punished more than others."

Now that you have obtained something that others can't imagine, then what you have to bear is naturally unimaginable, so it is only fair.

Yun Lian has been like this since the beginning, not only towards others, but also towards himself. It makes no sense to be kind to him if he accepts his junior.

"But I still..."

"Two hundred times."

"No, big brother..."

"Three hundred times."

Wen Can stopped resisting at all: "Okay senior brother, I promise to complete the task senior brother."

If he had any further objections, he might not be able to finish copying it for days and nights without sleep.

Wen Can: Even if we do it all over again and the whole world has changed, Yun Lian will not change his impersonal temperament.

Seeing that Wen Can was about to be punished before he even started, the other disciples present were in a mood of ups and downs for a while. They were lucky not to be themselves, but also felt pity for what happened to him.

Even Chang Songlin curled his lips, and began to rejoice that Yun Lian didn't choose him.

After the evening class, the other disciples went to the canteen to eat.

Most of the disciples of the aristocratic family don't know how to make bigu. Even among the immortal sects, if they haven't reached a certain level of practice, the disciples don't make bigu easily, otherwise they will lack confidence and will easily starve to death.

Only Wen Can sat obediently, motionless.

If it was in his previous life, Wen Can definitely would not have copied it, not to mention sloppy rolling, even if Yun Lian threw him out of Qingxuan Mountain, he would definitely not touch his pen.

What I want is this toughness.

Still feeling sleepy, Wen Can supported his head, and just after copying more than ten times, the handwriting in his pen began to float, and he felt bored and drowsy.

As soon as he stopped writing, the ink was stained on the rice paper, when he heard a clear young voice in front of him: "Yes, you copy the "Teaching Collection" very well, you can copy it with your eyes closed."

Wen Can was so frightened that she almost turned over from the desk.After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he reclined back and said with a sigh of relief: "It's not bad, the main reason is that my comprehension is relatively strong."

That's not the case, and I don't think about it. In his previous life, he had copied the "Teaching Collection" at least thousands of times in Yun Lian's hands, and he had already memorized it by heart, okay?

"However, you scared me so much that I thought it was Yunlian who came."

Chang Songlin became annoyed when he heard his rambunctious tone, and snorted: "How can you call Ling Qingjun's name directly, you are so rude, you look like a disciple of an aristocratic family."

Wen Can was dismissed by the young master, but Wen Can didn't take it seriously.

Is that rude?Then in his previous life, he pointed at Yun Lian's nose and scolded him several times. Didn't Nan`feng feel the anger of both humans and gods?

That is to say, Chang Songlin didn't know, otherwise, he might not know how to scold him.

Chang's Villa is located on Chongling Island, and Chang Songlin was born as the young master of many stars and moons. He was held in the palms of the two families, and he was a veritable disciple of the aristocratic family. He was different from Wen Can, so he couldn't understand it either.

Wen Can took away the messy rice paper drawn by him, and looked up at Chang Songlin: "So, you came here on purpose just to see my jokes?"

Although the disciples all lived in Wangxian Pavilion, they didn't live in the same place as the school, so Wen Can couldn't believe that Chang Songlin just dropped by here after dinner.

"You have a good idea, who came here on purpose." Chang Songlin threw the food box in his hand on the table, "Brother Huaijue asked me to bring you something to eat, I am afraid that you will starve to death if you copy it all night, he is not good with Wen Wen." Brother, tell me."

If it wasn't for Gu Huaijue's request, with Chang Songlin's temperament, he wouldn't have come to give something to Wen Can.

Didn't he think that Wen Can would starve to death? With such a slippery temper, he might sneak back in the middle of the night, and he could honestly copy here all night?

Seeing him standing in front of him with his head held high, carrying the food box, with the look of "this young master is giving you alms", Wen Can still gladly accepted it.

It's just that Chang Songlin didn't guess that Wen Can really copied in the school all night.

In front of the green case, the faint candlelight flickered, blocking the deep night outside the house from the long window, and the low-supporting figure swayed with the candlelight, but remained motionless for a long time.

Yun Lian stood outside the window, looking at the green case in that square inch, Wen Can lay on the table, and could faintly hear the slight breathing.

Unlike his hippie smiling face during the day, Wen Can frowned slightly, and her long eyelashes were lowered, casting a shadow.Yun Lian stretched out his hand, and for a moment, he had the urge to smooth his eyebrows.

He didn't know why he had such thoughts, obviously he had never even had emotions.

The fingertips landed in the air, but they were finally retracted.

Yun Lian lowered her eyes to look at a hand that was clinging to his leg at some point, with slender fingertips, and slightly hooked him. The warmth came from the fingertips, and he shivered unpreparedly. one time.

Wen Can hooked Yun Lian with one hand, revealing the rice paper under her body, with some crooked writing on it, and a picture of a villain attached.

After seeing clearly what was painted, Yun Lian's temples twitched, his complexion sank in an instant, and he pulled out the Dushi sword and overturned the table on which Wen Can was lying on his stomach.

Wen Can was already sitting in a bad posture, half of his body was leaning on the table, with his legs crossed, but now the table was gone, and he lay sprawled on the ground, blinking at Yun Lian.

"Eldest brother?" His dream was too real.

Yun Lian took a deep breath: "If you can't finish copying three hundred times tonight, you can add another three hundred times tomorrow."

Seeing the figure of that person floating in and leaving, Wen Can scratched her head, looking at the picture of the four-faced villain who looked like Yun Lian under her hand, she didn't know what happened.

Wen Can, who had no idea why he had offended someone, had no choice but to accept his fate and be punished for copying. Fortunately, he had trained under Yun Lian in his previous life, so he kept writing, and finally finished copying all of them before Yun Lian appeared the next day.

As a result, when he was about to show Yunlian with pride, Yunlian didn't show up.

Wen Can propped his head and asked a fairy disciple next to him: "Shouldn't you continue to teach the practice class today, won't Mr. Ling Qing come?"

After being punished by Yun Lian, Wen Can inexplicably got on good terms with a few disciples of the immortal sect, and even those who were not familiar with each other before were able to strike up a conversation.

A disciple of Chicheng Mountain quickly responded: "It seems that I won't come. I just heard that Ling Qingjun was summoned by the two elders. I don't know what happened."

Chang Songlin poked his head: "Aren't you Ling Qingjun's younger brother? You don't even know, so you still have to ask someone else?"

Hearing his snarky words, Wen Can replied angrily: "Hey, why did I work so hard to copy here last night, so naturally I don't have time to inquire about senior brother."

Su Shen listened from a distance, and replied: "Brother Yijun has worked hard."

Wen Can: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work, as long as there is food to eat, it's not hard at all."

Chang Songlin's face turned pale as he listened, and he glared at Wen Can, wishing he could spit out all the food from last night.

"Oh, right, I remembered. When I came here just now, I saw Senior Brother Yun Che bringing a few disciples back from the mountain. It seemed to be about... ghost hunting." The disciple from Mount Chicheng said.

Chang Songlin said: "Ghost hunting?"

The disciple replied: "Yes, disciples from your aristocratic family may not be familiar with it, but our immortal sect often goes down the mountain to help the people deal with these evil things. Qingxuan Mountain is the number one immortal sect, so there must be a lot of things that come here."

The aristocratic family guards a side of water and soil, and what they guard is what mortals face.And Xianmen protects a group of people, and it specializes in dealing with evil things that ordinary people don't understand.For many years, the division of labor has been very clear.

When Wen Can heard it, she immediately thought of it, could it be the red umbrella ghost from Calvary?