Luo Xuan did not answer Qiu Xiaogang's question because it was meaningless.

Ask him to return the pants to him. Qiu Xiaogang doesn't have any extra pants at home to replace them. What can he give back?

Let him convert it into money and give it to yourself. Even if you sell him, you won't be able to get that much money to pay the debt.

Then let him owe it first!

The feeling of being a creditor is actually quite pleasant...

back to school.

After the physical education class, the second class was a Chinese class, taught by Chen Xiaoduan, a new teacher from the school.

Chen Xiaoduan is worthy of being a top student from the first prestigious girls' school in the capital of Bashu Province.

Because in the textbooks before liberation, ancient Chinese and ancient language teaching content accounted for a relatively large proportion.

Therefore, Chen Xiaoduan's foundation in Chinese studies is indeed much stronger than that of other teachers.

Moreover, Chen Xiaoduan's teaching method is mainly based on inspiration and encouraging students to take the initiative to use their brains.

Rather than the cramming teaching method that other teachers like to use.

In addition, Chen Xiaoduan is beautiful and has an outstanding temperament. Her voice when reading the text knowledge is like an oriole crowing in the valley, which is very pleasant to listen to.

So in the second Chinese class, all the students in the class listened very intently.

There is only one exception.

Luo Xuan was still the same as before, putting the textbook upright on the desk and hiding his head behind the book.

Through the small hole in the table.

Luo Xuan was concentrating on reading the manuscript he had brought from Chengmao's room.

At first, Luo Xuan thought it was just a Taoist classic.

But when I opened it, I saw an extremely ugly little person drawn on each page, posing in various poses.

It also has the names of human acupuncture points and meridians marked on it.

It turns out to be a martial arts book!

Luo Xuan didn't like to see this thing at first. After all, we have now entered an era where thermal weapons dominate the battlefield.

As the saying goes, no matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife.

After decades of hard work practicing martial arts, I only heard a "bang" sound...Oh, it's all over.

In later generations, gun bans were very strict.

But during this period, even the militiamen in the production team were carrying obsolete rifles.

That’s a real guy!

Just like if Luoxuan doesn't go home for a few days, he doesn't have to worry about anything at home being stolen.

It is precisely because of these militiamen patrolling the village that if they see a suspicious person, they really dare to open fire on him!

Since no matter how hard you practice, you can't outrun bullets;

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can't beat someone with a "bang" sound.

Therefore, Luo Xuan was a little uninterested in martial arts training.

It's just that class is boring anyway. No matter how nice Chen Xiaoduan's lectures are and no matter how pleasant his voice is, Luo Xuan has no interest in these elementary school textbooks.

Sit in meditation with your eyes closed, hold your hands firmly and meditate. Knock on your teeth for thirty-six, hold Kunlun in both hands. Sound the heavenly drums on your left and right, hold your breath and rub your hands to heat them, and rub your back and back. With these thoughts, the navel chakra will be burned...

..

...Turn the windlass left and right. Extend your legs, cross your hands and hold them up, lower your head, climb your feet and pause...

The language used in traditional martial arts books is relatively awkward and difficult to understand.

This is why many people, if they want to practice martial arts well, need to learn from famous teachers.

Only when the master comes to give you advice and guidance can you get your first glimpse into the palace of martial arts.

If you rely on yourself to realize it, if you don't pay attention, it will lead to ambiguity and go astray, and even martial arts practitioners will go crazy.

It ranges from being disabled at the least to death at the worst.

Luo Xuan read attentively for a while, his thoughts involuntarily following the prompts in the book, and he slowly studied the details in order to understand.

If he encountered something he didn't understand, Luo Xuan would close his eyes and start mumbling something unconsciously...

Chen Xiaoduan, who was leading the students to recite ancient poems, paced slowly in the passage and recited: "Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river..."

"Classmate Luo Xuan, tell me what the next sentence is?"

Chen Xiaoduan slowly walked to Luo Xuan's desk and stopped.

She tapped Luo Xuan's desk with her fingers and said, "Then please translate the meaning of this ancient poem to the students."

Luo Xuan looked at the martial arts secret book and looked at Qi Xuan.

In a daze, after hearing Chen Xiaoduan's words, Luo Xuan said without thinking: "The blind man touched the elephant for half a day, and it seems he has to go to the Taoist temple."

"What?"

Chen Xiaoduan was stunned, "Classmate Luo Xuan, what are you talking about?"

"Pfft——"

"Hahaha--"

The whole class burst into laughter!

At this time, Luo Xuan also came back to his senses, looked at Chen Xiaoduan blankly, and said with a confused face, "Ah, Teacher Chen, what are you asking? Do you want to buy eels? I don't catch eels now.

Already."

"Hahaha, Luo Xuan is still dreaming about catching eels!"

"It makes me laugh so hard. This Luo Xuan sleeps right after class."

"He's not sleeping, he's secretly reading a novel. This is what Yu Guijun, who is sitting next to him, told me personally..."

Originally, Chen Xiaoduan had a very good temper.

If these students didn't start making noises, she probably wouldn't do anything to Luo Xuan.

But now, the whole classroom is boiling, as if a ladle of cold water has been poured into boiling oil...

It blew up!

Chen Xiaoduan was so angry that his eyes widened and he pointed towards the door of the classroom, "Classmate Luo Xuan! Please stand outside the classroom! Wait until you understand your mistake and write me a letter of guarantee.

Come in again and continue listening to my class."

"Snapped--"

Luo Xuan closed the book inside the desk, pushed away the bench, and ran out of the classroom like flying.

Being kicked out of the classroom by the teacher is a very humiliating thing for most students.

But for Luo Xuan, it was just what he wanted!

I was about to go to Nanhua Palace to ask Master Huayang or Master Chengmao for advice. Didn’t I just doze off and hit the pillow?

As soon as he slipped out of the classroom, Luo Xuan ran straight to South China East.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw Master Huayang sitting on the futon, staring at him with a serious smile and looking around.

"Look at the yarn!"

Luo Xuan was not polite and sat down opposite Hua Yang.

He conveniently threw the martial arts secret book without a name in his hand into Huayang Lao Tao's arms: "Honestly, did you deliberately let me see this book? Then you will know that I am diligent, studious, and thirsty for knowledge.

Man, you expected me to take this book away, right?"

Old Taoist Huayang chuckled, "Luo Xuan, you are so unreasonable! You took this book from my uncle's room.

Moreover, this secret book is the technique that my uncle uses to practice himself.

I, Nanhua Palace, haven't held you accountable for taking the crime without complaining, so why are you still complaining about me?"

Luo Xuan curled his lips and said, "I don't care. By putting this book on the table openly, isn't it clear that you want to seduce me into taking it away?"

Old Taoist Huayang didn't say a word when he heard this.

I just threw the Buddha dust in my hand behind me...

There was only a "plop" sound, and the handle of Buddha dust was firmly inserted into the blue and white porcelain vase on the altar table in front of Wang Lingguan's statue.

It's a good show of pretense!

Old Taoist Huayang put down the Buddha dust and looked at Luo Xuan with a smile. It was clearly written on his face: Praise me, praise me.

Envy or not?

Do you want to learn?
To be continued...