In the school, everyone watched Zhuchen leave with awe in their eyes.

They didn't dare to relax until there was no movement outside.

Wang Pingquan walked to the window, quietly looked outside a few times, made sure that the person was no longer there, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back to gesture to the students.

Wang Pingquan was afraid that they were young and ignorant and misunderstood Zhuchen's good intentions, so he said: "Fellow Zhuchen scolded you for your own good."

The boy who had been scolded earlier raised his arm, pulled up a piece of fabric on his sleeve, wiped his face hard, and choked out: "The immortal king is naturally doing it for our own good. He gives us food to eat, gives us books to read, and gives us a house to live in.

Please ask someone to take care of us."

They naturally know that studying is actually a good thing, something that can only be enjoyed by children from wealthy families. Books alone are extremely expensive, and pens, inks, paper and inkstones are a huge expense. Therefore, they feel even more anxious and uneasy, afraid that they will do something wrong.

Not good, they are of no use, Chao Wen wants to drive them out.

They have experienced it personally in the past few days and know that Chaowen is also a very poor place. There is very little land that can be used for farming, but they have to feed such a large group of people. How can they feel at ease?

"You are right to think so. Reading has many benefits, which are more profound than you think. 'What do you want from reading the books of sages? From now on,

You have no shame.' It can make you more sensible, calm and open-minded, brave and determined, so that you no longer need to be afraid when encountering difficulties, and no longer act with anxiety." Wang Pingquan said, "What's more, even if you want to learn to wield a sword,

, If you want to practice, you must first learn to read, otherwise you won’t even understand what the exercises say, how can you get started?”

Everyone raised their heads, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can we all practice?"

"Uh..." Wang Pingquan couldn't answer. He turned his head frequently and asked Feng Changyin for help.

Feng Changyin said: "If you have spiritual roots, you can practice. If you don't have spiritual roots, you can also follow Zheng Kang and others and learn to breathe and box to strengthen your body."

After the last national lottery, Feng Changyin taught Zheng Kang the method of breathing. Zheng Kang and Zhang Shiwen formed a learning and mutual aid team to recruit other people to make progress together. Now it has a small scale.

But not everyone can learn even simple breathing. People like Zheng Kang who have never studied and cannot read scriptures will not be able to understand them if the tips of cultivation are explained to them.

They can rely on Feng Changyin's spiritual guidance over and over again, allowing their bodies to feel and explore on their own, and they can learn it after they get used to it.

Therefore, Zheng Kang's original breathing team became an evening Tai Chi^ exchange meeting. Breathing was also downgraded to exhalation. Although it is not as effective as the practice, it is still very beneficial to the body.

Since starting this exercise, everyone seems to be ten years younger, and even some old problems have been improved.

One child said excitedly: "I know Zhang Shiwen! The fourth aunt said he is in charge here and he is very powerful!"

"I also know Zheng Kang, he is so strong and powerful!"

The children's standards are actually very simple. They want to be someone they think is powerful. After all, there are only a few people who can become monks. Below them, they are Zhang Shiwen and Zheng Kang.

These two people did not know that they had become the objects of students' admiration, and were written on paper by Wang Pingquan as positive representatives for everyone to learn from.

As they were passing through the main road after finishing their work, they were stopped by Feng Buye's shout.

Feng Buye rarely asked them to do things, so the two of them were ready. Unexpectedly, Feng Buye just asked them to prepare some Tongguo to send to Wang Pingquan to prevent him from drying up his mouth and making him feel uncomfortable during the lecture.

Immortal Lord! When have you ever cared about others like this?!

Feng Buye has always been aloof, independent from the world, and has no worldly aspirations. He used to worry about whether others were thirsty or hungry.

When Chu Yue Xing came to court, I had never heard him say such considerate words. What a master Wang Pingquan must be!

With their hearts shocked, the two of them walked into the farmland in a daze, picked the Tong fruits from them themselves, and brought them to Wang Pingquan's table on the most beautiful plate.

Before evening, the news had spread throughout the court. Everyone knew that the friend Zhuchen had brought this time was very popular with Feng Buyi.

This news spread to the demon world along with the demon cultivators who came to eat, and then reached the ears of Liang Hongluo.

Liang Hongluo was struck by this comparison, his mentality became unbalanced, and he became furious.

He took the initiative to avoid Feng Buye and walked away, so much so that he didn't dare to go back to the court seriously for the past few days, as if he were a thief. Feng Buye pushed him further and forced him to the edge of the demon world. He was not allowed to approach at will, and he forced himself to endure it.

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As a result, the pretentious master had a very good attitude toward a young monk with unknown origins.

Liang Hongluo felt that he had been teased and severely humiliated. His humiliation and bearing the burden became a joke, so he immediately returned to Chao Wen with his sword in hand.

Zhuchen saw him in front of the department store, fearing that he would seek death impulsively, so he quickly stopped him.

Liang Hongluo's body was filled with murderous aura, and his expression contained many curse words. It was anger that anyone with a discerning eye could see.

Zhuchen didn't know how to comfort him. He felt that his words were a bit barren. He looked up and saw the wound on the corner of his lip. He suddenly remembered and said: "Fellow Taoist Hongluo, why don't I use my special skills to relax you?

Nothing happened. I have outstanding skills, and everything I have used is good. From now on, I will speak good words for you in front of Master, and these days will soon pass."

Liang Hongluo became angry when he thought of her word "Gou". He felt that she was not a normal person like her master, so he turned around and left without giving her a chance to explain.

Zhuchen chased after him and said, "Don't go. Seriously, trust me again. I won't do any tricks this time. It was my fault before that I laughed at you because I didn't understand it clearly."

Liang Hongluo's back was resolute and resolute. In Zhuchen's desperation, he directly struck out Ruoshui's spiritual power with his fingers.

Liang Hongluo lingered on the edge of the demon world for a while, and was so angry with Feng Buye that he was suffocated in his heart. In addition, the constant collision damage between demonic energy and spiritual energy in his meridians made his muscles stiff and uncomfortable.

When Zhuchen's spiritual power enveloped him, he felt a tingling sensation in his bones that he had never experienced before. His knees weakened and he almost knelt down.

Zhuchen chased after him and said, "How about it? Let me just say, my skills are very good, right?"

Liang Hongluo tilted his head, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes, looking at her with great complexity.

Zhuchen couldn't help but feel speechless. What do you mean he is a demon cultivator in the mortal world? He has made himself very pitiful. She flexed her fingers and said: "I know you are having a hard time, so I will help you get some relief."

Liang Hongluo hesitated, hesitated politely, and decided to follow her.

well.

Chaowen's harmony still depends on her selling herself.

Being the leader has too much responsibility.

I have to say that the sense of accomplishment is relatively high when I help Liang Hongluo.

He didn't yell or make any misunderstandings, but his extremely restrained expression and extremely struggling heart pleased Zhuchen very well.

Probably because he was too comfortable, he relaxed his vigilance. Halfway through treating him morning after morning, he heard a total of two thoughts from his mind.

"It's quite capable."

"Just listen to her."

Zhuchen almost laughed out loud.

Oh, that's more than just a little bit. She has reawakened Xiao Baihua's personality.

However, in the process of manipulating Ruoshui, Zhuchen was surprised to find that Liang Hongluo's meridians were much more stagnant than those of ordinary demon cultivators, and even worse than Feng Buye's. It was obviously a remnant of an old illness.

Not only that, he also had numerous scars on his body, several of which were close to fatal areas. The scars were criss-crossed. With such injuries, it would be a long-term fate for him to survive.

This was really beyond Zhuchen’s expectation.

In this way, he is indeed not from the demon world. He did not know what he went through before he gave up his cultivation to practice demon cultivation. He is not as lucky as Feng Buye, who failed to find a method of demon cultivation that suits him.

He kept trying and survived, but his body was riddled with holes. He still rolled under the knife wounds for a while before returning to the human world.

This is in line with his words of gratitude. If it were not for deep hatred, who could withstand such torture? Having experienced such pain, it is natural to want to find a peaceful place to spend the rest of your life.

Zhuchen's impression of Liang Hongluo improved unconsciously.

Liang Hongluo lied, maybe he didn't want to mention his pain, it didn't matter. As long as he didn't do evil, what secret did he have, and what did it have to do with him?

After running through the last week of spiritual power in the morning, he took back his hand and said: "Okay."

Liang Hongluo still maintained his cross-legged posture, and was so stunned that he couldn't come to his senses. He hadn't experienced this kind of physical and mental relaxation for many years, which made him forget what normal people felt.

Like a slow-responsive person, he raised his head after a while and asked: "What kind of skill are you doing?"

"Physiotherapy techniques are complicated, but you can't learn them anyway." Zhuchen smiled, "If you feel uncomfortable again in the future, just come to me. It's just a matter of effort. I can help you again. But you

Don't provoke my master again, he will really beat you."

Liang Hongluo was silent, his expression no longer resisted and unruly as before, and his whole person seemed to soften.

Zhuchen looked at his chiseled profile and vaguely saw a hint of loneliness. She sighed, stopped leaving, and sat down next to him.

Liang Hongluo glanced sideways at her, Zhuchen took out his pocket, took out a small Tongguo, and handed it over.

Liang Hongluo: "What are you doing with this fruit?"

Zhuchen said: "Coax the few clouds."

Liang Hongluo was furious: "You think of me as a naughty child?!"

Zhuchen: "So you don't want it?"

She was about to take it back, but the person next to her snatched it away. Liang Hongluo took a hard bite in front of her.

The corners of his lips twitch in the morning.

...Childish. Not yet mature enough for Liuliaoyun.

Just as they were talking about the few clouds, a small red auspicious cloud floated in the air, stopped in front of them, floated up and down, and then turned into a human shape and fell to the ground.

Liao Liuyun bit her finger, Baba looked at the Tong fruit in Liang Hongluo's hand, and asked: "Is it Liao Liuyun's fruit?"

Liang Hongluo neither swallowed nor spit out the mouthful he took. He choked and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Liao Lioyun stared at it melancholy for a while. Seeing that a mouthful was missing, she was helpless and finally said generously: "Then I'll give it to you."

Liang Hongluo was no longer in the mood to eat, so he could only hold it in his hand.

Zhuchen opened his arms, motioned for her to come over, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"The big devil took me for a walk." Liao Liuyun hung around her neck and pointed with her little hand, "The big devil just left."

Zhuchen cursed in his heart and thought to himself, right?

"My master?"
Chapter completed!