Is it the same with other big brothers?

Zhou Nexue was going to be annoyed to death by Mingzhu.

Because he had a hot head in the morning and hugged a bright candle, the senior brother who knew everyone immediately recognized this hug as the softness of a little wolf cub, and immediately beamed with joy, grabbing Zhou Chengxue and going out to meet Shen Diane showed off.

With a cold face, Zhou Lingxue was dragged out of Wenxianju by him, and ran all the way to the north of Wujiu Hall.

Mingzhu was still chattering along the way: "Today is the morning class of my junior uncle. I'm afraid there will be a lot of people going. If I go late, there will be no seats. By the way, I forgot to mention that today's morning class in Rizhao is Xishan and Beishan. Yes, then you will see many beautiful senior sisters."

He said, and winked at Zhou Nexue ambiguously.

Zhou Lingxue remained expressionless, and said, "Senior brother, I'm only ten years old."

Mingzhu: "Hey, what happened to ten years old, when I was ten years old, I would lift up the skirts of my senior sisters."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Sure enough, he was a fool who had been rich and jaded since he was a child.

Zhou Yingxue never surrendered even when she was abused and beaten to death in the Zhou family. It was the first time in her life that she suffered this kind of abuse.

The elder brother still doesn't know that his unintentional actions have affected Zhou Chengxue into a stubble that he wants to swallow, and he is still complacent, holding Zhou Lingxue's shoulders and slowly walking towards the Wushui next to the Rizhao Waterfall. Walk in the hall.

Wujiu Hall is a spacious wooden house, it is said to be a wooden house, but in fact there is no wall covering the north and south at all. More than a hundred people can sit down.

Just after dawn, Wu Jiu Hall was already full of people, both men and women, divided into two sides of Wu Jiu Hall, with a clear corridor in the middle.

The draft wind whizzed past, rustling the scriptures on the table.

Mingzhu brought Zhou Shengxue in from the front door. As soon as he appeared, all the disciples in Beishan looked like they had dropped their jaws, and they murmured for a while that the senior brother came to the morning class in person; while the female disciples in Xishan Xiu Kedu looked shy, scraping at Mingzhu's body from the corner of his vision, wishing to scrape off his thin shirt.

Ming Zhu brought Zhou Nexue in, and said with a smile, "Good morning everyone, long time no see, do you miss me, brother?"

Seeing his smile, the female cultivator in Xishan immediately blushed, buzzing like a mosquito: "Yes..."

When Beishan's disciple saw this, he immediately became angry and wished to beat his senior brother out.

The west mountain and the north mountain are separated by a long suspension bridge. Without permission, you are not allowed to cross the mountain gate. Only in the morning classes of the junior teachers and uncles every seven days will everyone gather together. The young and frivolous teenagers are just at the beginning of their love. Don't look at each of them. He said politely that he was here for the morning class, but in fact, his eyes were already cramped when he glanced at the female nun beside him, and his purpose was obvious.

And the elder brother with only one good-looking face attracted the attention of all the female cultivators as soon as he came over, and Beishan disciples wanted to attack him together.

Mingzhu squinted his eyes and smiled, ignoring the grievances of his fellow disciples, and pressed Zhou Lingxue in front of him: "This is your thirteenth junior brother Zhou..."

He touched his chin, lowered his head and said, "By the way, what's your name?"

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Shen Di'an, who was sitting in the last row, collapsed on the table with a silent laugh.

"Oh, I remembered, Zhou Nexue." Mingzhu racked his brains before Zhou Nexue got angry and finally remembered Zhou Nexue's name.

Beishan's disciples suddenly became quiet, and whispered to each other to look at the thin and thin Zhou Yingxue, with fear, disdain, and sympathy, and a few of them whispered together, which was very noisy.

Zhou Nexue clenched her fists violently.

Ming Zhu stretched his waist lazily, lifted his eyelids, and said, "What's the noise? If you have something to say, just say it. Isn't it annoying to buzz like a mosquito?"

The disciples of Beishan are not afraid of the idiot senior brother Mingzhu. Hearing this, someone really stood up and asked, "Senior brother, I heard that senior brother Shisan has no spiritual veins. Is this true? A cultivator without spiritual veins What can be fixed?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Lingxue's nails were about to be pinched into the flesh of his palm, those merciless taunts pulled him down from the precarious cloud in a trance, and the weightlessness made him almost have difficulty breathing.

Everyone was still laughing, and Mingzhu was also laughing, but those peach blossom eyes were like a sharp knife that had not been drawn out of its sheath, quenching the light of the sword and swept it coldly.

The disciple who asked the question suddenly took a breath, and suddenly couldn't laugh out loud.

"What do you ask people without spiritual veins to cultivate? Then let me ask you, what do people with spiritual veins seek?"

The man looked at Shang Mingzhu with a smile that was not a smile, and he was taken aback for a moment before answering: "Naturally, he is seeking longevity."

Mingzhu: "If the head teacher hears this answer, he will definitely take off your Rizhao shirt and throw it out."

Shen Di'an had seen clearly the essence of his idiot a long time ago, yawned, and said loudly: "Then please enlighten me, senior brother, we practice so hard, if it is not for the sake of ascending to the Tao, what can we ask for?" ?”

Everyone also listened with an educated ear.

Mingzhu held such seriousness, and said boldly: "Naturally, it is for the sake of being powerful and powerful one day, and enjoying the glory and wealth without any worries, or else practicing Taoism so hard with enough food."

Everyone: "..."

Eldest brother had a hard time being serious, and some people even laid out the paper and planned to write down the words of elder brother as a golden rule to pay respects to. Unexpectedly, they heard such rebellious words, and immediately drew an ink mark on the paper with a stylus.

Shen Di'an sighed, and said: "The headmaster will strip you of your clothes and beat you out because of your answer. It's really... tsk tsk, it's an insult to the teacher."

Being disturbed by Mingzhu, everyone forgot the previous topic about Zhou Lingxue.

He finally made such a fuss in the morning class. A female nun sitting in the first row frowned and said coldly, "Sit down when you've had enough fuss."

She is dressed in white like snow, although she has a stunning appearance, she has no expression, she looks like a meticulous and indifferent person, her voice is extremely cold, once she finished speaking, the whole Wu Jiu Tang seemed a little colder for no reason.

Ming Zhu, who was about to amuse his hapless junior brother again, suddenly felt like being splashed with cold water, let out an "ah", quickly put away his magical powers, and walked down with his tail between his legs.

An outer disciple was whispering to Shen Di'an: "Sure enough, Senior Sister Huahua can restrain Senior Brother. Every time she seems to speak, Senior Brother will definitely turn into a puppy with his tail between his legs."

As soon as the words fell, the puppy walked up to him, threw the book in his hand in front of him, and said proudly: "Give me a seat for your thirteenth brother."

Student: "Huh?"

Ming Zhu patted the table and repeated tirelessly: "Give way."

I have never seen someone who is so arrogant when asked to make way for others, the disciple quickly also twitched his tail, let out a "hey", and rolled away.

"You just sit here, and if there is anything you don't understand, just ask your tenth senior brother." Mingzhu told Zhou Neixue, "By the way, old tenth, what did the little senior uncle say a few times ago, you can copy it down. Give it to me tonight."

Shen Di'an said: "You have come here, but you still want to go back? What do you think of you?"

Ming Zhu was confident and confident: "I have a lot of things to do every day. I have to find my master again today to finalize the candidates for Baijian Mountain. I'm going to be annoyed to death. It's usually his business how the fifth man chooses this juncture to retreat."

Shen Di'an said: "You are the first disciple of Rizhao Mountain, and you are ashamed to leave all the Rizhao matters to your younger brother, these things are obviously what you should do, why did the fifth senior brother do it for you a few times, and you still slapped your nose? "

Ming Zhu glared at him, and said confidently, "I don't care."

As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave gracefully, but probably because of what he said just now, he suffered retribution, and before he went out, he ran into the little uncle who had come to the morning class.

The little uncle was dressed in a whitishly washed blue shirt, and looked extremely young about seventeen or eighteen years old. He walked over slowly with a few scriptures in his hands, and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Mingzhu, and looked It took a long time before he said slowly: "Ah Zhu, what are you doing?"

The little martial uncle looks like a young man, but in Rizhao Mountain he is only inferior to Gui Ning, no matter how courageous Mingzhu is, he would not dare to mess around in front of him, he lied without blinking: "Little martial uncle Good morning——It's not because the morning class of the little teacher is too popular, Mingzhu just came a little later, and there is no place in the Wujiu hall, so I am thinking about going to the little teacher to ask for homework in another day .”

He spoke righteously, as if he wasn't the one who just slapped the table to force others to give way.

The little uncle said softly, "Ah? But isn't there a vacant seat at Huahua?"

Mingzhu glanced back, Sister Huahua probably had a too cold temperament, and there were so many female cultivators in Xishan that no one was willing to sit with her.

"Uh……"

Little Martial Uncle: "What? You don't want to sit with Fu Hua?"

Fuhua raised his head coldly and glanced at Ming Zhu, Ming Zhu immediately said: "No, I am very happy."

Having said all this, he didn't want to tell other lies, so he lingered to the seat next to Hua Hua and sat down.

Beishan's disciples all snickered when they saw the senior brother's aggrieved appearance.

The little uncle walked forward with the scroll in his arms, and whispered, "Good morning, everyone."

The little uncle is a bit weak-tempered, not good at martial arts, he can't even lift a little heavy object, and his speech is like a mosquito buzzing on weekdays, if you don't pay attention to it, you can't hear it clearly.

Everyone: "Good morning, little uncle."

The little uncle has been attending morning classes for more than ten years, but he still couldn't help being embarrassed when facing his disciples. He lowered his head and just stared at the book, buzzing: "Today, let's talk about becoming a demon."

Mingzhu didn't have the leisure time to listen to the little uncle's mosquitoes, he looked around secretly, as if thinking about how to escape, but suddenly there was a chill under his feet, he looked down, and Hua Hua didn't know when it had passed away. Ice froze him firmly to the ground from the calf down.

Bright Candle: "..."

He secretly exerted his strength, wanting to lick his leg, but it was too frozen, and he couldn't move even the slightest effort.

The culprit, Vanity, ignored him, looked at the little uncle without blinking, and made some notes in the book from time to time.

Ming Zhu couldn't help it for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Fanhua, hey, Fuhua, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again next time, you're going to melt this ice, my legs are going to go numb."

Only then did Fuhua turn his head to look at him, and Mingzhu quickly smiled flatteringly.

No matter who Mingzhu is to everyone, he always admits his mistakes seriously and never repents. Vanity also recognizes his nature, ignores him, and continues to listen to the class seriously.

Seeing that the apology was useless, Ming Zhu simply turned around and whispered to the female cultivator behind him: "That good sister's spirit vein is on fire, can you do me a favor?"

The female cultivator sitting behind him immediately replied happily: "I am! I am..."

Before she could say a word, Hua Hua suddenly turned her head coldly, and glanced at her, she immediately shut her mouth, lowered her head and dared not speak to the elder brother again.

Mingzhu: "Hey, that, don't."

He tried his best to persuade the younger junior sister, but the flashy senior sister still had a prestige, no matter what the senior senior brother said, the junior sister didn't dare to answer.

Mingzhu turned back with a sigh, Fuhua finally looked at him, and just about to speak, the voice of the little uncle came from the side: "Azhu, come and repeat what I just said."

Mingzhu had no choice but to stand up with difficulty, and replied without thinking: "...Rebirth and death, willing to eat, beautiful to wear, comfortable to live in, happy to be customary, not the way."

Just now he had put all his attention on Fuhua, yet he was able to listen to what the little martial uncle was talking about.

The little uncle smiled gently, and said: "Since you can memorize this chapter fluently, why do you still think that practicing Taoism is just for pleasure?"

He was referring to the fallacy that was lit before class.

Mingzhu curled her lips: "Little uncle, didn't you just want to talk about it as a demon? Why did you turn to the scriptures again?"