The next morning, Zhao Wu and his son had breakfast and came to the peach tree to complete the day's physical refining lessons until the rising sun rose and the town slowly woke up.

After Zhao Xifeng went home to wash up, he put the token and books he took from Zhou Zhe yesterday into the book bag sewn by Aunt Li, and walked to Panlong Academy alone.

"Yeah, is Master Zhao studying?"

"Zhao'er, are you Amitabha who is tired of saying that you want to change your thoughts?"

The elders who were familiar with Zhao Xifeng in the town saw the first naughty boy in the town carrying a book bag and looking like a serious student, they all felt funny and came forward to tease.

Zhao Xifeng had a tampered with his neck, and he rolled up his sleeves and bowed around like a scholar in the opera, and replied in a gentle voice: "Dear countryside, the young students are rushing to the school, please get out of the way. If you delay the morning class, you can carefully consider the flesh of the baby in your family. Uncle Wang, I saw your three dogs on the way to register at the school yesterday."

Uncle Wang's face collapsed in the crowd and muttered, "How come Lao Zhao's kind-hearted person raises you like this?" Even though he said that, his body still retreated and made way.

Everyone laughed and cursed for a while and dispersed. Zhao Xifeng looked around, sneered, and ran towards the direction of the school in a small bag.

In front of the school gate, Zhou Zhe stood quietly with a smile, and the students came forward to greet each other.

Zhou Zhe paused his head and returned the gift, separated the children who passed the first exam from the others one by one, and sent them to the side hall of the school, while the rest were taken to the main hall by another teacher.

The children in the side hall were a little excited. After yesterday's illusion, everyone guessed something in a ignorant way, and couldn't help but feel excited about their future school career.

When Zhao Xifeng entered the side hall, he had almost arrived. The town was not big, and most of them were familiar faces. Except for the girls of the Li family, most of them had been fists of this little devil.

When the children saw Zhao Xifeng entering the door, most of them took a step back and showed a look of vigilance and horror. Two of them were even opened their mouths and ready to cry. Zhao Xifeng glared at him and then held back.

Only one child, who was obviously taller than the other children, walked out of the crowd slowly and bowed to Zhao Xifeng and said, "Master Zhao, after the battle at Caishikou three days ago, don't you be fine?"

The person who came was Dong Erpang. Erpang's father was a lieutenant in the Zhenbei Army. Erpang has been trained by various elders in the army since he was a child. In addition, he is strong and has no disadvantage in his face with Zhao Xifeng. So he formed a "Fengfeng Gang" in Zhendong to fight against the arrogance of the "Xifeng Sect". He is one of the few "heroes" figures among his peers in Panlong Town who are not afraid of the little devil.

Zhao Xifeng didn't raise his eyelids, but he just returned the favor in an inappropriate manner and said perfunctorily: "Gangmaster Dong, it's easy to say," obviously did not take Dong Erpang seriously.

"Gangmaster Dong" was furious. The "hero" cherished the "hero" style of being handsome and heroic, but did not receive any respect. It was wasted the brilliance of the heroic spirit that had finally been brewing. So he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go forward to continue the peak battle in Caishikou three days ago. Suddenly, someone behind him called weakly: "Brother Xifeng." Li Xuan went out and ran towards Zhao Xifeng, saying such words as Brother Xifeng, I have been waiting for you for a long time in the morning.

Erpang put down his fist and sighed. Heroes were angry and had a long love for their children. This is probably a fate that children in the world cannot escape.

After the children joked, they saw Zhou Zhe leading an old man in his forties and fifties with a goatee slowly into the side hall, gradually calming down, and looked at the new teaching department excitedly.

Zhou Zhe looked around for a week and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, I am the Trust Department of the Panlong Academy of Great Zhou. My name is Zhou Zhe. You can call me Mr. Zhou."

"Mr. Zhou." The students bowed and bowed.

Zhou Zhe looked at the pair of earnest eyes beside him, remembering the first time he saw his master when he was young, and said warmly: "You are right, I will be responsible for teaching you to practice."

The students were in a stir.

"But before that, you must be able to pick up this gourd and drink this bowl of water." As he said that, he walked to the podium, took out a gourd and a small bowl from somewhere to put it on the stage. Zhou Zhe paused and smiled hurriedly, "If you can drink the water in the pot, come to the teaching staff to find me. If you can't do it, just study hard like other students, first read and read." After that, he turned around and left.

The students stared at each other in a daze. After a moment, the children who reacted first stood up to check. Halfway through, they heard a crisp sound coming from behind. When they looked back, they looked back and saw the old man brought by Zhou Zhe holding a ruler that was about one foot long and was slapping the door frame. The students shrank their necks and returned to their original position.

The old man walked through everyone and came to the podium, threw the ruler on the table with a "bang", cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Class!"

Everyone reluctantly found a seat to sit down. They thought they could get in touch with the magical world of practice, but they still had to study like others. They couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and were inevitably a little interested in the old man's teaching.

Zhao Xifeng led Li Xuan to the corner and sat down without looking at the gourd.

One morning, I spent the bored and bored day in the morning.

Panlong Academy only has classes every morning. After noon, students who are willing to stay and study can stay in the Academy until sunset. During this period, there is a teacher next to supervise. If there is another arrangement, they will not force them to stay.

At ten minutes of noon, the old man looked at the students who were listless in class and sneered, tidied up his clothes and walked out of the side hall. Sure enough, everyone stood up with a loud bang, and most of them surrounded the gourd.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian!"

The old man turned around and the child named Gu Qingyuan rushed up quickly and walked to him. He first carefully organized his appearance, bowed and bowed, then took out the book and pointed to an article he had just talked about in class, asking for explanation.

Mr. Qian took the book in surprise. After yesterday's first test of breaking the illusion, Gu Qingyuan has become a recognized genius among the teachers in the academic institution. An adapted Yunshan recitation made many masters ashamed. What he learned in class today is just the most basic "Xingxue", which is only for enlightenment, and there should be no difficulties for Gu Qingyuan.

Master Qian looked at Gu Qingyuan's expression seriously, but did not find any of the snails and arrogant teachers in it. He just focused and couldn't help but ask with a happy smile: "Don't you try to drink the water in the gourd?"

Gu Qingyuan smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Qian touched Gu Qingyuan's head with approval, led him to the tree, sat on the ground, and explained his doubts one by one.

In the side hall, Zhao Xifeng sorted out the book bag, pulled up Li Xuan, who was quite interested in the gourd, and walked out slowly.

Li Xuan turned around step by step and begged, "Brother Xifeng, let's go and see the gourd. Maybe you will succeed in one go. Mr. Zhou will teach you great skills."

Zhao Xifeng snorted and said, "It's not that easy. The person surnamed Zhou dares to put the gourd here. He is sure that we can't see it and drink it. Let's go home first."

The children on the podium were discussing fiercely around the gourd. Dong Erpang tried to take it twice, but the gourd didn't move at all. He was squeezed aside by everyone, looking a little depressed.

Zhao and Li calmed down and walked all the way to their homes. When they passed by Dongshikou, they saw that the people in the town surrounded Jia's fortune-telling stall three floors outside and three floors. So they became curious and got into the crowd to watch the fun.

At this time, Blind Jia, leaning on a broken banner, facing the white-bearded old man sitting on the ground holding an Erhu in front of him, cursing: "The old man is so unreasonable. I, Jia Daoli, have been setting up a stall here for six years. Everyone in the town knows that you were sitting here with a down-and-out house that you came here three days ago. Originally, you were playing Erhu and begging for some money. I didn't know anything about you, but now you are still here to steal my life and make a fortune. Do you know the horoscope, do you know the mystery of Ziwei Doushu, and have you read Yili?"

The white-bearded old man was wearing a patched green dress. He looked shabby but extremely neat. He was not angry when facing Jia's rebuke. He picked up the erhu and pulled out a few tunes from time to time. He wanted to accompany Jia's passionate speeches, which was very funny. He just listened to him slowly: "Which law in the Great Zhou Dynasty stipulates that those who set up stalls along the street should have permission from the stall owner next to him? I will pull my erhu, and you will calculate your fate. What's the matter? If you calculate accurately, are you afraid that the old man, I, an outsider, will you join in the fun? Besides, have you said hello to you before when I set up a stall? You agree."

Jia Daoli was furious and did not care about the great immortal figure created by his usual mysterious behavior. He cursed: "Fuck! When did I agree!"

The old man with white beard put down his erhu, pointed to the position under his feet, and said, "When I came here to set up a stall on the first day, you and me were in the current position. According to Yi Li, the position I stood at is very good, so where are you?"

"Teacher," Jia Xiaozi replied impatiently, "So what?"

The old man with white beard said leisurely: "Isn't this going to be done? I am standing in a big position, asking you if there is a place here. If you stand in a colleague, then reply to me, the old blind man, and the old man, all of them are treated equally, isn't it right?"

When Jia Jianzi heard that the old man was so misinterpreting Yi, he was so angry that he trembled his beards, but he had nothing to say. Finally, he slapped the broken banner in his hand, stomped his feet and turned around and left.

Everyone saw that Jia, who was usually very sarcastic, had few losses on his mouth. Today, the new old man gained the upper hand in his words. They all praised him. Seeing that the excitement had disappeared, they all came forward and laughed and advised the old man to come to visit Jia, and the matter was over. Although Panlong Town was not big, they still allowed two fortune tellers. The old man agreed with a smile.

The crowd gradually dispersed. Zhao Xifeng and the others were about to leave, but they saw the white-bearded old man waved to Zhao Xifeng and said, "Two friends, take care of the business. The old man has not opened yet. Let's do your fortune. Listen to a song and it will be a success."

Zhao Xifeng grabbed Li Xuan who was about to step forward and said coldly: "I don't have money, I don't count, I don't listen. Old man, Blind Jia is protected by the young master. I can lift his stall and you can't lift him. Let's see." After that, he strode away.
Chapter completed!