[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

In the past few days, the documents for the addition of the watchtower have been posted, and the money has been distributed. The people gradually like the Lanling Jin family.

Jiang Fengmian sat in the lecture seat and said, "So, you have to remember that for the common people, it doesn't matter at all which family is the most powerful and which person is the superintendent. Well, who will talk about it next, Yi Patriarch Ling destroyed so many families back then, was it right or wrong?"

In fact, this question is rather taboo, as it is a family of the same family, and the other families are wiped out overnight, think about how terrible it is.But those things about the aristocratic family are clear to everyone.Therefore, the evaluation of Yiling Patriarch is mostly divided into two extremes, extreme admiration or extreme hatred.

A disciple of the Jiang family said: "I have selfishness in my heart. The ancestor of Yiling used to be my fellow clan. I respect him. Which of the families he destroyed was not corrupt and dereliction of duty. The people there live in hardship. What is the difference between those noble families and monsters? So In the hearts of the disciples, there is nothing wrong with this move."

"No." A disciple of the Lan family said: "The family has made mistakes, but there are also some serious ones. It's an act of arrogance to wipe them all out in one fell swoop. This disciple thinks that the Yiling patriarch's move was too radical. It's wrong, but it's not entirely wrong."

A new disciple of Caiyunmen stood up and said: "I was originally a student with a foreign surname in Qishan, and now I am a teacher of Taoist Master Xiao Xingchen of Caiyunmen. His disciple was there when the Jin family besieged Qishan. You have never experienced life and death. It was just a knife. There is no time for you to judge whether it is right or not for the matter of Jian Yixi. The younger generation believes that extraordinary things should be done in extraordinary times..."

Before he finished speaking, a disciple of the Wen family continued: "That's right! Back then, the families suffered a great loss. If the Yiling Patriarch hadn't killed them, the world would have been in chaos. If it was a time of peace and prosperity, we would be as we are now. Like, sit down and judge right or wrong slowly!"

Another disciple of the Jin family stood up: "This matter was indeed provoked by the Jin family, and they should be held accountable, but the actions of the Yiling patriarch were too cruel, and this disciple cannot agree."

Jiang Fengmian watched the group of children arguing very hard one by one, expressing their opinions, feeling very happy in his heart, he stood up and clapped his hands and said: "Okay! Well said! Children, this is what you young people should have You have to show your point of view to others frankly, knowing that you can't do it!"

After one class was over, Jiang Fengmian clapped his hands, "Okay, you did well in this class, next class I will take you to the school grounds and teach you some kung fu."

The cheers dissipated immediately, Lan Qiren stood by the door and looked in, hum!Not at all jealous!

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Before dinner, a few children bathed Little Apple and Fairy in the backyard, talking about today's class.

SiZhui: "Mr. Lan's class today is different from the past. He talked about HanGuang-Jun's childhood, which is not at all like now."

Jingyi said happily: "Really, tell me quickly, I've never heard of it before."

Jin Ling brushed the little apple, and then said: "Mr. Lan said that when Hanguang-jun was young, he liked to keep toys privately. As long as he liked them, he would hide them secretly. No one else could even look at them."

Jing Yi couldn't believe it, "You guys are talking nonsense, Mr. Hanguang is famous for his generosity, he likes that...he can give it to Wei...others...a toy is nothing."

Si Zhui stepped on it, and Jing Yi jumped up with an "oooh", and bumped her head on Little Apple's stomach. lying on the ground...

Jin Ling hastily held onto Little Apple, but he couldn't hold it back. The fairy over there also entered mad dog mode, and with a "owwow", the tip of his nose 'screamed' towards the sky.

Zizhen hurriedly hugged its dog's head, but was hit on the ground and overturned the bath tub.

Jin Ling grabbed the little apple and shouted with difficulty: "What's the matter?"

SiZhui said, "Listen, there seems to be some noise."

Sure enough, there was a sound like sawing wood from the next door, and Jing Yi got up from the ground, "Don't talk about Little Apple and Fairy, I want to hit someone after hearing this sound!"

Wen Miaomiao was playing petitions in the yard at this time, Wei Wuxian was sitting by the side in a depressed state, he really couldn't figure out why a good flute could make such a horrible sound, especially with the copy of "Lan Po Chao".

At this time, Si Zhui and his group of four were holding their swords, and came over aggressively.Wen Miaomiao put down the petition and waved happily: "Did the four of you just come back from rolling in the mud? Come to SiZhui, let's play a song together."

"Auntie...it's better..."

Jingyi was covered in mud, and gasped: "What are you blowing about? We are bathing the fairy and the little apple. They are crazy after hearing it! Make us like this!"

Wen Miaomiao was even happier, "Really? That's right, this is a song from "Lan Po Chao", which is designed to disturb people's minds."

Wei Wuxian picked it up and flipped through it, "It's really different from the usual song, where did you get it?"

"I got it from the Library Pavilion of Unknown Place in Yunshen, and later Lan Zhan gave it to me."

Jingyi whispered: "Let me just say it, Hanguang-jun is the most magnanimous. I've never seen it before!"

SiZhui stared at him as if, "Since it's all right, let's go back first..."

"Wait, I'm looking for you, little ones, I have a mission."

There are tasks to be claimed, and the children are so excited!Hurry up and gather around, "What mission!"

Jin Ling: "Is there any reward?"

Wen Miaomiao patted him, "Of course, I will take you to hunt next time in Baifeng Mountain."

Baifeng Mountain has not been used for a long time, I am afraid that the raptors and beasts inside are about to enter the state of my Buddha's compassion.Most of the children nowadays have never participated in hunting. If they can do it again, of course they will be happy.

Wen Miaomiao said: "It's just that this task is not easy, and you may be injured. At that time, Lan Zhan, Mr. Wen and Jiang Cheng will protect you. Remember, no matter what, safety comes first!"

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Jiang Fengmian's outdoor classroom was in full swing, and Wen Zhuliu and Jiang Cheng also came to help.

The disciples were full of enthusiasm, and came with their own weapons and school uniforms.

The children on the school grounds had different clothes and family patterns, but their faces were all the same, Jiang Fengmian was very happy to see them.

He said: "Before learning Jiang's swordsmanship, let me tell you something my father once said: A swordsman, the blade of the heart, can be used for both killing and protecting. Once you kill, you can protect. Just a thought. Come, Jiang Cheng, take the sword."

The disciples watched Mr. Jiang compete with the three poison masters. Such a beautiful scene is really rare, and every move can be called a standard template.

The big guys watched with concentration, but Jing Yi's spirit was a little slackened, and she was a little too tired these days.

A few disciples of the Moling Su Clan came over, "I see you playing the piano these days, but what new tunes have you got?"

Jingyi complained: "Oh, yes, the last time Xiandu took us to hunt at night, we happened to pick up a collection of Japanese music scores on the way, and we are studying them these days."

Zizhen interjected: "That's right, I'm studying too, and I even copied a book." He patted himself on the chest, "I carry it with me every day."

Su's disciple said: "Why don't you take it out and learn it together, maybe you can realize something. Our two families have the same root and origin."

Jing Yi: "That can't be done. I've been feeling it for the past few days. Maybe in a few days, I'll be even stronger than Yiling Patriarch!"

Broke up unhappily.

What the children are most looking forward to is Mr. Wen Zhuliu's alchemy method, but this method is very difficult to practice, and it will not take shape within two to thirty years, so you can only listen to it, and it is even more impossible to demonstrate it.Wen Zhuliu originally prepared a quail egg to simulate it, but later he felt that the process was a bit cruel, so he gave up and only talked about how to restrain it.

In the end, he casually mentioned: "In fact, in Dongpu, there is a kind of alchemy song that is more dangerous. Once this song is played, the golden alchemy will not work for three hours."

Jing Yi said: "Wouldn't that be an ordinary person? Three hours! I've been slaughtered a thousand times already."

Wen Zhuliu said: "That's right, you have to remember, there is only one golden elixir, it is more important than life, so look after it wherever you go."

Ouyang Zizhen sighed and said: "Oh, I heard that the ancestor of Yiling gave the golden pill to Miss Wen. This kind of love can be learned from the sun and the moon, and the world can be expressed. It's really enviable!"

Wei Wuxian was standing behind the forest to observe the movement around him.Thinking about it, this group of children are not up to the mark. I think when he was about the same age, they were all engaged in marriage.

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In Lan Qiren's small classroom.

Hanguang-jun was sitting on the side, helping his uncle hold the ruler, Lan Qiren smiled kindly, now the number of students is increasing day by day, it's really happy to see.

"Sizhui, squeeze in with Jin Ling to make room for the disciples standing behind."

"Oh yes sir."

Lan Qiren straightened the books on the table again, and it became more and more pleasing to the eye. This must be a big day for the course, come on!

This class is mainly about tunes. The Lan family is originally a family of musicians. Except for the flute player, I am afraid that there is no one in the world who can compare with Lan Jia's music.

Lan Qiren said: "Although the piano is inconvenient to carry, the power of playing music is unmatched by other instruments. Forget the opportunity, come and play a piece."

Lan Wangji waved his sleeves to summon the qin, and played a pure heart note.

Some disciples exclaimed: "It's amazing, I feel that the internal force is running much more smoothly."

Now it's time for the string killing technique that everyone is most looking forward to, Lan Qiren said: "This technique requires a lot of space, it's not easy to use it in the room like here, and it's easy to accidentally injure others, but if it's cultivated to the highest nine floors, it can be done out of thin air." Melting strings. Forget the machine, you melt one.”

The children looked longingly at Lan Wangji, a little trying to dissuade Lan Wangji... He turned his head to look at the walls on both sides, and said, "I don't."

Hanguang-jun's refusal was quite acceptable, and the children didn't complain.

But Mr. Lan couldn't do it, how could such a situation happen in his class, and he also found out yesterday that Jiang Fengmian invited Wen Zhuliu!Lan Qiren cleared his throat as a warning.

Lan Wangji sat still, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Wen Miaomiao pulling at the door, making an extremely encouraging gesture, and mouthing, "Come on, Lan Zhan! Come on!"

Alas... Lan Wangji got up, concentrated his energy, a string was born from his fingertips, and he drove the two ends of the string into the walls on both sides of the room.

There was applause and applause.

The dust from the wall floated out, scattered in the air closest to Lan Qiren.

"Ah!" Mr. Lan sneezed uncontrollably.

A string was not easy to hold down, so there was a light "duang", and a piano sound popped out. Before the disciples in the front row could react, they were thrown out, smashing the desks of the students behind.

Lan Wangji immediately summoned Bichen to block the sound of the piano, and then the strings also retracted as the sounds of "hua la hua la" continued.

This poor-quality wall of the Lanling Jin family couldn't stand the tension of the strings, and committed suicide... The stone walls on both sides of the house collapsed all at once... For a while, the classroom was full of dust, and even people's faces could not be seen clearly.

Wen Miaomiao quietly retracted her head.

The hustle and bustle has passed, and everyone in the house is ashamed and stunned...

Lan Wangji felt nothing in his heart, and even put his hands behind his back again. No, the business is not over yet, so he waved his sleeves, "Continue to class! Small scene!"

It's really hard to say whether the scene is small or not, the room with ventilation on both sides is really a bit cold.

Lan Wangji said, "SiZhui, come up and play a piece."