Zhuchen led Wang Pingquan back to the city and went to find Feng Buye rather uneasily.

Feng Buye first heard that she was bringing people back from outside again, and her eyebrows were almost inaudibly lowered. After Zhuchen finished speaking, her expression could not be seen.

Wang Pingquan thought that his qualifications were mediocre and it was normal for him not to be liked. He just came to say hello. Unexpectedly, Feng Buye looked at him several times and gave a rare nod.

Zhuchen was shocked. He secretly thought that the scholars were indeed more attractive to the master. Maybe they were full of elegance and would not be annoying. People like Liang Hongluo who had "thorns" written directly on their faces were like Shangfeng Buye.

Life and death.

Feng Buye's idea is actually very simple.

This is the first normal person Zhuchen has brought back on his own initiative. He is not a monster, a demon cultivator, or some weird guy.

……rare.

For this reason, he asked a few more questions with concern, which made Wang Pingquan so excited that he could not speak coherently.

Think deeply every morning.

It turns out that Master likes this type of style.

Is it too late for Liang Hongluo to start working on Metamorphosis?

Feng Buye made his appreciation attitude very obvious, hoping Zhuchen could understand.

When Zhuchen's eyes met his, he nodded heavily to show that he understood.

After chatting for a few words, Feng Buye let them go out. Before leaving, he told Wang Pingquan that if he had any questions while practicing, he could come to him.

Wang Pingquan's legs were still shaking until he stepped out of the room. He was flattered, and his mind was filled with white light, wondering what it was about him that won Feng Buye's appreciation. Finally, after thinking about it over and over again, he condensed a thousand words into one sentence:

"Xianzun is so kind!"

Zhuchen: "..." You have never seen Liang Hongluo's embarrassed look.

Zhuchen felt more sympathy for Liang Hongluo because of this. Didn't he work hard in the role of Xiao Baihua? Why couldn't he be given a chance?

Wang Pingquan was encouraged by Feng Buye, and he fell into a state of fanaticism. He wished he could burn himself to serve the people and live up to his expectations of the sword master.

He randomly chose a room, put down his baggage, and said he was going to see the students.

Zhuchen asked him to pack his bags first, then have a good night's rest, visit and get familiar with the scenery of Chaowen. They were not so eager. But Wang Pingquan couldn't calm down and asked him again and again. He felt that being familiar with Chaowen was not as important as being familiar with the students.

This fellow Taoist's determination to teach and educate people was burning brightly. It was hard to dampen the enthusiasm of the staff every morning, so he readily agreed and asked the old woman responsible for taking care of them to bring over all the children of the right age. There were families with school-age children in the city.

She also hurriedly delivered it. Of course, the most important thing was that she went to catch Feng Changyin.

The little junior brother's remaining half-day happiness was gone. His clothes were pulled askew by Zhuchen, and his whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He walked into the makeshift school numbly and decadently.

Their temporary school is just a slightly larger empty room. Fortunately, it has good lighting and large windows, so it is quite comfortable to use.

Zhuchen stood at the door and told Wang Pingquan: "Our little junior brother, please take more care of our fellow Taoist. If he makes any mistakes, you can just beat him and scold him, but don't condone him. Even if master knows about it, he will do it."

Praise for you."

Wang Pingquan nodded heavily with the consciousness of "fulfilling his mission": "Okay! I will definitely teach Xianjun's young disciple to speak well and be polite! My little Taoist friend is talented and intelligent, so it won't be difficult for him to come."

Zhuchen: "Uh..." That's not necessary, right?

Feng Changyin collapsed and shouted: "Sister! I don't want it! You have changed!"

Zhuchen was unhappy when he said this. The young man really didn't understand the dangers of this society at all, nor did he understand his senior sister at all.

Zhuchen made a silent gesture towards him, indicating that he should sit down peacefully, and then said to Wang Pingquan with a smile: "Thank you very much, fellow Taoist Pingquan, for taking the trouble."

After Liang Hongluo, another talented monk lost hope in life. He pressed his face against the wooden table that he had cut out with his own hands not long ago, secretly weeping, and was heartbroken.

Zhuchen said a few words casually, turned around and left, leaving the class to Wang Pingquan.

Because there is currently only one teacher in Chaowen, the school planning has just begun, and the management is somewhat chaotic.

The age gap among students is quite large, so they are all placed in the same class and must be taught in accordance with their aptitude.

Wang Pingquan heard that most of the children had just arrived in Chaowen some time ago and didn't know each other well, so he wanted to get them familiar with each other.

He stood in front of the desk and asked everyone to report their names one by one so that he could teach them how to write.

In the first class, it is considered good if you can learn two or three words.

However, this group of children had never been to school and had little discipline. At first they were quiet for a while because of the unfamiliar environment, but they could not sit still for long before they started to play.

This was the first time for Wang Pingquan to meet such a large group of unruly students. The lofty words they expressed at the beginning soon faded away in the noise. They seemed not to understand what they were saying at all, and they kept raising their little hands and asking questions.

"Sir, we want to learn to wield a sword and fly like the immortals!"

"Sir, you can't fly! You're too thin!"

"Sir, it looks like he doesn't know how to fight! He also doesn't know how to do things!"

"Uncle Liu said, sir, he endorsed it."

"Who said I can't do it?" Wang Pingquan laughed angrily at them, "I am also a monk. I am in Fuqiu Mountain, but I am the disciple of the master!"

The crowd booed: "Then sir, let's fly one!"

"Sir, can you teach me spells? When I become better, I can move wood!"

"I can move two logs!"

Wang Pingquan felt dizzy after hearing this. He tried his best to keep a straight face and knocked on the wooden table with his ruler.

When he was in school, the pair of teachers were extremely respectful. How can they be like today's students, who still want him to go to heaven?

Wang Pingquan said in a persuasive manner: "Monks do not practice to move wood. Anyone can do things like moving wood. It is a laborious job. I will teach you how to read today so that you can become a special person."

One boy insisted: "But the monks are the most powerful. The monks here are all responsible for moving wood!"

Another person chimed in: "That's why moving wood is the best!"

"Yes! Brother Changyin is also a wood mover, and he is also a disciple of the Immortal Lord!"

Feng Changyin was immersed in his own grievances and looked out the window without saying a word.

Wang Pingquan: "..."

He took a deep breath, feeling the suffocation he felt from drowning yesterday reappeared again.

Is Chaowen this place wrong, or is his teaching wrong? Why do the children here like to move wood?

What is this pursuit?

Wang Pingquan was at his wits' end and was hesitating whether to really show his hand to calm these students before continuing the class.

He put his hands into his sleeves and even grasped the hilt of the sword. Suddenly he felt an inexplicable chill all over his body, which made him shiver. He turned around and saw that Zhuchen had returned from nowhere, standing by the window with his hands clasped behind his back.

Finally, with a gloomy expression, he raised one eyebrow and stared at the students who were talking.

Seeing his dull expression, the children followed his gaze and unexpectedly came across Zhuchen's murderous face. They immediately became obedient, put away their hands and feet and sat upright.

How can Zhuchen let them go? He sneered and said: "Oh, you are moving wood, right? You want me to show you how to handle the sword? I invited Taoist friend Hiraizumi to come all the way here just to play with you? What do you think you are?

You all know it and don’t need anyone to teach you?”

The students bowed their heads in shame and remained silent.

Not to mention them, even Wang Pingquan was frightened by Zhuchen's momentum, as if he had seen the old man who severely slapped his hand in his childhood again. It was simply his nightmare for many years.

Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, a girl who is so approachable, turns out to be so scary when she gets angry.

Zhuchen scolded sternly: "I didn't have the chance before, so I sympathize with you. Now that you can go to school, you don't cherish it. Do you know what this is? You really wasted the painstaking efforts of Senior Brother Huai to bring you here!"

Wang Pingquan saw that some of the children were about to cry, and he couldn't bear it, so he persuaded him nicely: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen..."

"But literacy seems to be of no use." An older boy plucked up the courage and spoke out, although he didn't know that his voice was trembling with timidity, "Boys should take charge of the family earlier and go out to do things. I

I also want to work for the Immortal Lord, and I don’t want to have nothing to eat every day.”

Zhuchen said: "I don't need you to do anything now, I want you to become excellent yourself first. What I need is not someone who can only move wood. Do you look at those brothers and sisters outside and feel envious? You think they can only move wood?"

?I tell you, they can do anything,

Now Chaowen wants to build a house, so they are moving wood. Someday Chaowen will practice medicine, blacksmith, and do business, and they can do it because they have the skills. Can you do it? You just want to move wood! This is not

Ambition, this is self-destruction! It disappoints me so much!”

The boy's face turned red after being criticized by her words, and tears welled up in his eyes. He stubbornly clenched his fists and told himself not to cry. He bowed vigorously to Zhuchen and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, Immortal Lord,

I was wrong, we must study hard in the future."

"Yes." Zhuchen still had a solemn face, "Everyone, copy your names a hundred times today, and you are not allowed to go home until you finish copying."

A bunch of carrot heads obeyed obediently and did not dare to say anything.

Feng Changyin reacted and shouted unjustly: "Senior sister, I want it too, right?"

"I almost forgot about you. You are the big brother here, but you don't lead by example." Zhuchen said mercilessly, "You copied it two hundred times!"

Feng Changyin covered his forehead and was about to faint. He said anxiously: "I don't want to go to class with them. I'm not illiterate!"

"Okay, when the new gentleman comes, I will arrange a personal trainer for you." Zhuchen nodded, "I finally feel a little more motivated, senior sister, I can't let you down."

Feng Changyin: "...??"

a bolt from the blue!

Zhuchen: "Teach me a good lesson. I will come again. Don't let me catch you again."

She turned around slowly, walked away proudly as if she didn't recognize her relatives.

Cool.

It turns out that assigning homework to primary school students is really such a joy.
Chapter completed!