Is it the same with other big brothers?

The next day, Mingzhu was awakened by a knock on the door. He lay on the ground all night, his whole body was sore, he got up in a daze, and said vaguely, "Who is it? Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhou Lingxue's small figure stood outside the threshold, dressed neatly, looking at him indifferently: "Brother, it's time for morning class."

Mingzhu scratched his messy hair, still a little impatient to be woken up: "What morning class? I never have morning class, you go to it yourself, I'm so sleepy."

He said, using his hands and feet to get out of a pile of messy things, and crawled to the bed with difficulty.

Zhou Lingxue's expression did not change: "Brother spends his days in such a daze, how will he take over the position of head teacher in the future and carry forward Rizhao Mountain?"

Mingzhu wailed, hugged his head, and rolled on the messy bed: "Junior brother, I beg you, brother, stop nagging, whoever loves to be the head teacher of that kind of labor can do it, I promise to be grateful to him Dai Degong Respectfully welcome him to the throne."

Zhou Lingxue seems to have made up her mind to take him to the morning class together: "As a big brother of Rizhao Mountain, you can't do nothing like this. If you go out in the future, how will you make Wuzhou people think of Rizhao?"

Mingzhu hugged the quilt and rolled again, loudly said: "Come here! Help me get rid of this mosquito! It's annoying!"

Zhou's mosquitoes buzzed for a quarter of an hour, and finally buzzed the candle off the bed.

The face of the candle was like gold paper, and he walked out of the room clutching his stomach. He pressed half of his body on Zhou Lingxue's body, and said sleepily: "Let's go, go to morning class——little bastard, I owe it to you in my previous life." your."

Seeing that he finally got up, Zhou Lingxue raised her eyebrows slightly: "Would you like to wash up and change clothes?"

Mingzhu was still wearing the Rizhao shirt that he went to the Hall of Eternal Life yesterday. He knelt all day, and rolled on the ground for a long time last night. Can't stand it.

Mingzhu just wanted to sleep at this time, he pleaded: "Brother, are you an old lady? Can you leave it alone and go to morning class?"

Zhou Lingxue thought about it for a long time yesterday, and finally decided to try to see if he can get back the laziness of the big brother, so that he will not become a useless person who relies on his face for food in the future, and lose Rizhaoshan for nothing. Face.

Zhou Yuxue also knew the truth of haste but not speed. Seeing that Ming Zhu had reluctantly agreed to go to the morning class, he didn't say any other nonsense, and half dragged him all the way to Wugui Hall.

Today's morning class is not the class of the junior uncle, so none of the female cultivators from Xishan came, only the brothers from Beishan sat loosely in small groups in Wugui Hall, looking a little empty.

When Mingzhu stepped into the threshold of Wujiu Hall with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, the whole Wujiu Hall was silent for a moment, and then exploded suddenly.

All the disciples shouted, "Eldest brother? You took the wrong medicine today, and you came to the morning class?"

Even Lu Qingkong who was in the corner raised his head and cast a cold glance at Mingzhu with his gloomy eyes.

Mingzhu was so annoyed to death: "What are you looking at, have you never seen such a handsome senior brother? Stop talking nonsense, what should you do, don't bother me."

As he spoke, he wobbled to the side of Shen Di'an in the last row, rolled up a few books and put them on the bench, and lay down directly to sleep.

Seeing him so decadent, Zhou Nexue, who was following behind, seemed to want to say something, but the senior who came to the morning class had already walked into Wugui Hall slowly, and Zhou Negxue immediately sat down beside Mingzhu.

The man who came to the class was a man with a scar on his face and a fierce expression. It is said that he was a martial artist from Rizhao Mountain. Because he always had a machete pinned to his waist on weekdays, everyone called him "Mr. Knife".

The disciples of Rizhao Mountain all know that there are two of the seniors in the morning class who are really weird, one is the little uncle Guihe who will make people copy the precepts if he has nothing to say, and the other is this man who always holds the roster Mr. Knife by name.

This person is indifferent and lazy, every time he takes out his shattered roster to roll his name, and he never punishes those who skip class, I don't know what the purpose of his daily roll call is.

As soon as Mr. Dao entered Wujiu Hall, everyone was silent, as quiet as chickens.

Shen Di'an whispered: "Senior brother, Mr. Dao is here."

Ming Zhu, who had almost fallen asleep, half-opened his eyes, and barely sat up with his hands on the table.

Mr. Dao threw a roster on the table without raising his head, his voice was lazy, and every word seemed to float out: "Roll roll first."

"Bright candle." Mr. Dao didn't even hit him, as if he was used to it, "Not here."

"Easy home."

"exist."

"Yan Xueyu."

"..."

"Sir." Ming Zhu raised his hand, interrupting Mr. Dao's routine: "I'm here today."

Mr. Dao repeated a few more names before lazily raising his head, squinting his eyes at the bright candle for a long time, and said, "Who are you?"

Bright Candle: "..."

"Bright candle."

Mingzhu has been in Rizhao Mountain for these years, except for Gui He, no one else has attended morning classes. This is the first time he has come back to take Mr. Dao's class, and it is normal for Mr. Dao not to recognize him.

"Oh?" Mr. Dao, who had been lazy all this time, seemed to suddenly become interested. He put away the roster, walked off the stage slowly, and said as he walked, "I heard that you found a magic weapon in Baijian Mountain a few years ago. , whose name is Kua Yu, has come here today, are you interested in having a sparring session with me?"

Ming Zhu said seriously: "No."

Mr. Dao: "Okay, have the backbone, let's go, let's go to the martial arts field."

Everyone: "..."

Mr. Dao is usually very indifferent, and he is indifferent to the head teacher. This time, I don't know why, but he insisted on holding a candle to discuss. Also changed to the open space martial arts field.

The martial arts arena is really wide, and the square high platform is made of bluestone jade. As soon as the two entered the arena, the bluestone jade slowly emitted light, forming a barrier of blue light in an instant, isolating the others.

Mingzhu seemed to be unable to stand still, he yawned, his eyes filled with tears: "Sir, please forgive me this time, you see I have empty hands, I don't even bring a sword, what can I compare to you?" Woolen cloth?"

Mr. Dao said: "Then Master will let you do three tricks, let's do it."

Bright Candle: "..."

Listen to people!

Mingzhu has always felt that he is an annoying person who is self-righteous and self-righteous. He did not expect that Mr. Dao, who seems indifferent and unreasonable, is even more annoying and self-righteous than him. The words are simply ignored.

Mingzhu didn't get enough sleep, his whole body was in pain, he was upset for a long time, he felt a little impatient after being tormented like this, he stretched out his slender hand, and a small knife the size of a finger fell out of his sleeve , There is also a red tassel tied to the handle.

Standing outside the martial arts arena, Zhou Nexue looked at Ming Zhu's movements, raised her head slightly, and said, "What's in the elder brother's hand?"

Shen Di'an sneered, and said: "Probably it was a small knife he picked up randomly in Baijian Mountain. It is said to be called 'Kua Yu'. Anyway, I have never seen that sword unsheathed since he got it. Inside is a ghost."

The weapon found from Baijian Mountain will generate a weapon spirit after forming a pill, but if you are unlucky and become a useless spirit, it is no different from an ordinary sword.

Mingzhu pulled out the exquisite knife like sinking water, and threw it towards Mr. Dao like a dart. The voice of Jin Ge, the legendary Kuayu sword, a sharp weapon of the magic weapon, was sent flying out, and fell to the ground clangingly, and soon stopped moving.

Everyone was stunned for a while.

Mingzhu ran over to put the knife back into the sheath like a normal person, and lightly bowed to Mr. Dao: "Mr. knife skills are really extraordinary. Mingzhu has seen it."

As he spoke, he was as proud as a hero who had fought hundreds of moves with others and was finally powerless to lose, without the shame and blush of being chopped off by a knife on his face.

Mr. Dao also put the knife back into its sheath, with no change on his face, he cupped his fists and accepted the gift: "If you don't want to be serious today, then let's discuss it another day."

Ming Zhu nodded with a smile, and said in his heart: "Bastard, I won't be named Ming when I come to your morning class again."

After the morning class, Mingzhu ignored the ridicule and teasing of the people in the school, walked back to Zhiya, threw himself on the bed, and fell into a dark sleep.

When he woke up again, the sun had already set.

The sun shines in from the open window, and the setting sun is like blood, with some ominous beauty and magnificence.

He sat up from the bed, and belatedly realized that the kennel-like mess of his place had been cleaned up at some point, and even a small carved incense burner was placed on the small table next to it. The incense inside seemed to be burnt out, only a wisp of residual smoke drifting slowly.

Mingzhu pressed his aching head, stood up from the bed, and swept the rearranged rooms one by one, amazed.

His kennel was tidied up by someone. The fragments of scriptures and books scattered on the floor were neatly placed on the desk, and the four treasures of the study were also neatly arranged. The floor was spotless, and a thick blanket was placed beside the bed, which seemed convenient. He landed.

Mingzhu has never been so tidy since he moved into this room, and he was not used to it for a while.

At this time, Zhou Lingxue came in from the outside with a stack of clothes in his arms, saw Mingzhu's expression of not knowing what year it was, and said calmly: "Senior brother can really sleep, and saved three meals a day. "

Mingzhu blinked, watching him put a pair in his long-unused wardrobe: "This...you made it?"

Having been with Mingzhu for so many days, Zhou Lingxue also knows that her elder brother is a big-tempered person who doesn't hold grudges, so she simply no longer conceals her natural malice, and even speaks sarcastically: "I didn't do it, I should Eldest brother made it himself when he was in a daze."

Mingzhu blinked again, the red mark on his left eye was very scorching, the setting sun was spreading, and it shone on half of his face, making him look more alluring, but what didn't match his face was that he was like a child With such bright and clear eyes, it seems that nothing in the world can leave a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Zhou Nexue said, "Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to take off the clothes on your body?"

Mingzhu let out an "oh" in a daze, and unshieldedly untied the clothes in front of Zhou Lingxue.

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Are you so shameless?