Author: Jiang Feng Laihe

Su Furong went to teach the new disciples early in the morning, and it was a bit noisy during class, so Su Furong mainly taught the introduction to sword techniques.

The swordsmanship class was on the sect competition platform. Su Furong briefly taught the mental technique and a few sword moves, so she let them learn to practice by themselves.

They have just started, and have not yet been physically moulded and have not laid a foundation. After teaching them at one time, they have pulled out seedlings to help grow.

She glanced at these disciples and found that their qualifications were good. On the contrary, Yu Qingqing seemed a little ordinary and even joined the Immortal Lord Wudu. It seemed that this was the treatment of the daughter of the Heavenly Dao.

Yu Qingqing held the sword and looked around with a scattered look. In the past, Su Qingyun was always following Su Furong, but this time she saw Su Furong alone.

She looked at Su Furong quietly, and saw the woman turning the yellowed book in her hand, and she didn't even look up at everyone.

She for some reason doesn't like Su Furong's behavior. She put down the sword in her hand and saw her companions around her and didn't know what to do next. She hesitated and dared not ask Su Furong.

She put down the sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the ground and made a sound.

For one second or two, Su Furong still didn't look up at him.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak.

"Senior Sister Su, many disciples have never learned it. Please teach me again."

Su Furong looked up and saw Yu Qingqing holding the sword, her pair of peach blossom eyes were full of anger, and Su Furong put away the introductory books of the elixir in her hand.

"What's wrong with you?" she spoke, her voice faintly.

"I..." Yu Qingqing couldn't say it, so he went to see other disciples, who avoided her sight.

"In one hour of course, Senior Sister Su taught two sword moves and hid aside to rest. If she didn't want to teach, Senior Sister could apply to the master on her own. Why waste her time with everyone?"

Yu Qingqing was very honest. She thought Su Furong just didn't want to teach her, so she was so perfunctory.

When all the disciples heard this, they were a little moved, but they didn't show their faces, but they began to complain about Su Furong in their hearts.

If she doesn't want to teach, she can't help but not teach. The sect will arrange other teachers to teach, but she is not willing to teach and she will dominate everyone's time.

Su Furong could see the thoughts of these people at a glance. She glanced at the people and stood up. Her drooping skirt flew slightly.

"Don't you want me to teach me?" She walked among the few people, gently put her finger on the hand of a person holding up the sword. The sword in the man's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and fell to the ground, making a thunderous sound.

"Even the power is weak, the sword cannot hold it."

She walked slowly past everyone, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, sweating on their nervous foreheads, not knowing who would fall on the next one.

As Su Furong's voice sounded, the sound of the sword falling to the ground became more and more.

"The calf is weak and the steps are floating."

"I can't lower the plate and I'm shaking."

"..." She said the shortcomings of these people one by one, and finally she looked at Yu Qingqing, "Come on, memorize the Dharma I taught you just now."

Yu Qingqing didn't remember any mantras? She just now was full of her mind thinking about her own tasks.

Her face was a little pale, and she felt that the person in front of her was a little aggressive.

"Senior sister, I..."

Su Furong was upset when she saw this look and screamed in hatred.

It's like this, and it's like this inexplicable hatred that has no origin.

It was like being put on the puppet thread of the way of heaven, she lowered her eyes, why did she have to provoke her?

"You were restless just now when I was teaching, and you looked around and said that you haven't learned it. So you should tell me how many times I'll teach you before you can bring your brain to listen?"

When Su Furong said this, her tone did not even fluctuate, but just expressed a fact.

Yu Qingqing's face turned red and she stood there at a loss until she saw a white figure outside the crowd. Her eyes turned red and she shouted a little aggrievedly: "Master."

Immortal Wudu looked at his little disciple, standing in the crowd with red eyes, looking lonely and helpless, while the woman opposite was covered in ice.

A trace of pity suddenly flashed through his heart, and he subconsciously felt a little unhappy with Su Furong, the first disciple.

"Where is my disciple who will be taught a lesson?"

The tall man came to the air, and Yu Qingqing ran to him, as if he had found someone to support him, and pitifully called out to the master.

Su Furong looked at her coldly and slowly sat back on her bamboo chair.

"Since Master Wu Du said this, it would be better to take it back and teach the martial arts yourself, which would be better than letting your disciples behave in class and provoke them."

Wu Du looked at the little girl in front of him who seemed to be crying again and felt helpless.

He looked at Su Furong, who was cold all over his body again. He felt that Su Furong seemed to have become colder than before recently. Although she saw them in the past, she was not very warm, but she was respectful enough.

"Afu, Qingqing is young and has a bad temper. I will take it back for education. Don't bother with her."

Su Furong looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.

At this glance, Wu Du suddenly felt that he seemed to be shorter in front of this junior.

Yu Qingqing naturally noticed the weakness in her master's tone. She stared at the person in front of her, but because she was the chief disciple of the sect, she was so arrogant to the master.

She secretly swore that one day she would stand taller than her and would make her pay for what she had done recently.

She held Wu Du's robe, "Master, what did you say to her? Senior sister is unwilling to teach her everything she has learned, and she also verbally attacks her disciples. I don't care about such a teacher."

Wu Du frowned. It is natural that Su Furong teaches his disciples' skills. Every time Su Furong brings out his disciples, whether it is physical strength and endurance or sword skills, they are faster and better than those brought by others.

The most important thing in cultivation is to lay a solid foundation. Kunlun Mountain has always been the first in its strength, and its overall strength is stronger than other sects, so Su Furong's training is naturally indispensable.

Although I don’t know what method Su Furong used, it is indeed a fact that his disciples’ strength has improved.

Su Furong didn't care about Yu Qingqing's words, and glanced at everyone casually, "You guys think so too?"

The disciples looked at each other without saying a word.

Su Furong stood up, "If you are willing to follow me to class, stand still, and don't want to follow me to class, you can stand on the other side. The sect will arrange other elders to teach you."

These words seemed like thunder exploded. Yu Qingqing stood up first and stared at Su Furong, "Senior Sister Su, this is good, so as not to delay each other."

She bit the four words of delaying each other very hard, as if she was provocative, and even raised her chin slightly.

The other disciples hesitated for a while and stood behind Yu Qingqing, leaving no one behind.

Su Furong looked at them quietly, without saying anything, nodded, "There will be other teachers who will teach you to class tomorrow, I'll leave first."

The girl in white, Shengxue packed up the books on the chair, turned around and prepared to leave. Yu Qingqing and the people behind her cheered, as if celebrating her victory, and had no idea what she had missed.

She complained in her heart and system, "I am worthy of being the heroine of the ancient female strong literary world, and I have to pretend to be cold at any time and anywhere."

The system did not respond to her.

Wu Du frowned, disagreed with Yu Qingqing's behavior, "Qingqing, you are too reckless."

Yu Qingqing held Wu Du's sleeve robe, "Master, maybe the senior sister is an excellent teacher, but her education method is not suitable for us. You may not hear how she humiliated us just now."

"We are both teachers and are equal. She just entered the sect earlier than us, but she always acted as a teacher. What's more, I can't stand her disrespect for you."

Yu Qingqing looked a little indignant, but Wu Du felt warm when he heard this. No wonder he was so scared that he was crying at first and couldn't speak, but in the end he bravely scolded Su Furong, it turned out that it was all for him.

He felt a little warm and rubbed her little head.

"Afu has always been like this. Qingqing has been thinking too much. He accepted this kind of good intention for his teacher. Don't have conflicts with others for me next time."

Su Furong didn't go far. When she heard the conversation between the two, she almost laughed out loud. She didn't know which eye Wudu saw that Yu Qingqing was standing up for him.

She couldn't figure it out, she was cold and not pleasing, she knew that Yu Qingqing's recklessness, who was so reckless that he was so fond of the world, and that he was disliked all day long?

She didn't think about these things, they didn't want her to teach, and Su Furong was happy to be free.

Just at this moment, a group of people behind him called him.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Su..."

Su Furong turned around and a group of teenagers with purple signs hanging around her waist looked at her.

They were wearing uniform green Taoist robes in the door, holding tools such as wooden swords in their hands. They saw that they were cutting the wooden swords themselves. They looked a little shy and hesitated and felt embarrassed.

Su Furong recognized at a glance that this was an outer disciple of the sect. She was of average qualifications and was kept as a free labor force. She could not enter the sect to attend classes with the inner disciples. She could only learn secretly from the side. After the rookie competition, she was eliminated from the mountain gate.

Su Furong watched them push and shoved each other quietly, and finally pushed someone out. She was a somewhat slender boy with red lips and white teeth.

Everyone looked at him, and his face turned red in an instant.

"Teacher, Senior Sister Su, can you teach us? We are all willing to learn from you."

The inner disciple laughed and someone recognized the slender boy, "Liu Si, you should sweep your floor well. An outer disciple also wants to practice swordsmanship, which is ridiculous."

Someone even mocked, "Do you think someone will teach you this group of waste? Do you know what rotten wood is that cannot be carved? Just wait for the rookie competition to pack up and get out of the mountain gate."

They blushed, and Yu Qingqing frowned, thinking that these people were coming to slap themselves in the face. These people clearly saw Su Furong's lofty posture, but they were still willing to let her be the teacher.

She wanted to stop the sarcasm of her companions, but after thinking about it, she would wait for Su Furong to refuse, and she would let them train with her with mercy.

This will also gain the favorable value of the masses and increase her koi value.

Then, she heard Su Furong's cold voice sound.

"Yes, but I have to suffer some hardships as a student. I can accept it and come to the back mountain to find me tomorrow at Mao time."
Chapter completed!