There is a strange scene in Class 339 of the Beiyuan Junior School. A young boy with a little bit of handsomeness is standing there smiling, while another uncle who is still drunk is blushing and looking at the young boy blankly.
It has been like this for a long, long time...
"You little brat, you dare to splash water!" The uncle finally spoke, and he also figured out some things. Even if the other party came to ask questions, he would not allow the water to be poured on him. This is disrespectful to teachers.
This behavior is one of the most taboo things in Wutang.
Of course, these are just his superficial reasons. The most important thing is that he was actually tricked by such a disciple. If this spread, where would he put his face?
"Uncle, can I hit you?" Bu Zheng asked, this question seemed a bit inexplicable.
"How dare you!" the uncle shouted immediately, and was about to beat Buzheng.
"Since I can't hit you and I can't wake you up, how can I wake you up?" Bu Zheng looked at the uncle and asked, looking very sincere.
"..." The uncle suddenly fell silent.
Since you can’t hit him and you can’t wake him up, the only way left seems to be something like splashing water... Wait, is this important? What’s important is that this kid actually used this method to wake me up!!
This is an offense, offense you know!!
"No matter what, you are offending the teacher by doing this. Tell me which class you are in, and I will find your teacher!" The uncle was too embarrassed to teach Bu Zheng a lesson. That would be bullying the younger ones.
, this does not mean that he is reasonable and good-tempered.
"I'm from junior class 339." Bu Zheng said.
"Class 339, this class seems very familiar... Wait, isn't this my class? Are you the disciple I want to take?" The uncle was a little confused at first. It seemed that he hadn't heard the number of his class for a long time.
Only then did he react, and the look he looked at Bu Zheng became very strange.
"What's wrong, are you a master with a quirk?" Bu Zheng was stunned. It sounded like this uncle hadn't had a disciple for a long time. This kind of person is either terrible or has a quirk.
Bu Zheng directly eliminated the bad ones. It wasn't that he saw the greatness of his uncle, but he just didn't want to meet a bad teacher. Although it was not important to him, if it could be good, why not be good?
What about?
"..." The uncle fell silent for a moment, and then said: "Yes, I am a master, but I don't have any quirks. I just like to drink."
Naturally, he would happily accept the title of master, but as for his quirks...
"In that case, you are the teacher of our class. What is the name of the teacher?" Bu Zheng said sternly, as if he was deliberately trying to brush off what happened just now.
The uncle didn't realize Bu Zheng's purpose and said straight away: "My name is Ping Jiu, the Ping of the world, the supreme Jiu of the Nine Five."
Domineering, really domineering leak detection!
Such an ordinary name can still sound so domineering. This uncle is indeed extremely domineering!
Bu Zheng saluted and said: "It turns out to be Master Ping. I wonder, Master Ping, have you sobered up now? Are you sure you are the teacher of Class 339 of Beiyuan Junior School?"
"Let me think about it...yes, I am!" The uncle was a little hesitant, wondering if he was. It was obvious that he didn't know his class very well. How long had it been since he had been in contact with his class leader?
.
"Boy, what do you mean by this? You are doubting my identity!" The uncle quickly reacted and shouted at Bu Zheng.
"No!" Bu Zheng shook his head and said sternly: "I don't doubt your identity, I just doubt your memory. Have you forgotten what class you are a teacher in, or you are not a teacher at all!
"
"Boy, you are challenging my patience. I will use my strength to prove whether what you suspect is true!" The uncle shouted softly, disappeared in a flash, and then appeared next to Bu Zheng, grabbing him.
Live on Buzheng's neck.
Huh, let me let you know how powerful it is, otherwise do you think that if a tiger doesn't show off its power, it's just a sick cat?
Of course, as a teacher, I will not hurt you, at least not seriously. You will definitely suffer the pain of your flesh and blood. Look at me... Huh? That's not right!
The uncle suddenly realized that something was wrong with his hand. Why was there no feeling of grasping flesh, or even other sensations of grasping objects? It seemed as if he was grasping a ball of air.
"Afterimage!?"
The uncle immediately understood that the Bu Zheng he had captured was just an afterimage, which surprised him very much.
He was certain that the person who had just spoken to him was not an image. In other words, this afterimage was an afterimage left behind by his shifting positions after he launched his attack.
He doesn't need to think about what kind of skills this requires, he can do it himself, and he won't be shocked that Bu Zheng can do this. What shocks him is that Bu Zheng actually used it in front of him, letting him see it.
There are no flaws, and at the same time, you can dodge one of his attacks.
This seems a bit unimaginable, which means that Bu Zheng's strength can dodge his attack, although he did not attack with all his strength this time, not even 50% of his strength, only 30% at most.
But even if it is only 30%, it is not something that ordinary disciples can escape. I am...
At this time, the most important thing is to find out where Bu Zheng is now. Of course, this is very easy for him. If he can't find it, then he can give up his martial arts and go home to plant sweet potatoes.
Bu Zheng is now standing not far behind him, with a slight smile on his face and a somewhat proud look, as if to say, I knew you would do this!
The uncle was just thinking about whether to confirm the strength of this boy, but now he is stimulated by this attitude. He is going to take action again, and no one can stop me!
"Boy..."
With a lightning-like movement, the uncle had just said two words. He was already in front of Bu Zheng and grabbed Bu Zheng with one hand. But this time, his grasp was filled with true energy, which could grab the body.
Most of the former things, of course, include Bu Zheng.
Even if Bu Zheng can use afterimage and escape this catch, he will definitely not be able to escape this range!
This time, he is full of confidence, because he has increased his strength, speed, and range. If he can still be...ah, it's better not to say it!
The uncle was surprised to find that after this grab, Bu Zheng was still not caught, and Bu Zheng was still an afterimage.
This time, he said that it was definitely not a matter of his own strength, but that the boy had already run away, and what was left there was just an afterimage!
That's right, Bu Zheng had already thought that this uncle would come again. What he just appeared was just an afterimage, and this afterimage cannot be said to be an afterimage, but a shadow created by him using a small formation.
It's not a visual afterimage left behind because the speed is too fast.
As for such a small formation, Bu Zheng has it at his fingertips, just give him a little time!
At this time, the uncle noticed that Bu Zheng's aura actually blended into the entire world, making it impossible for him to use regular aura to judge Bu Zheng's whereabouts. This also made it impossible for him to judge that the shadow just now was just a shadow.
If it were someone else, or if Bu Zheng didn't have that unique aura, this method wouldn't be able to deceive the masters at all. The masters can know the person's position based on their aura. If something goes wrong, they will naturally become suspicious.
"Haha, not bad, boy, as the only new disciple in our class in the past three years, and also the only disciple, you seem to be pretty good!" The uncle smiled, and did not study anything or say anything, as that would only make people angry.
He felt even more shameless.
If Bu Zheng can't be cured now, then he will cure it later. There are plenty of opportunities, and you can't insist on competing with a disciple. If this continues, even if you succeed in the end, you will lose your identity!
"The only disciple in three years?" Bu Zheng was a little surprised. Although he had already guessed the possibility, it would be impossible for this uncle to not even be sure what class he was in. There must have been a period of time without any disciples here.
Already.
However, after guessing the answer, Buzheng still felt a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the Wutang disciples outside had taken over the head, and there was actually a class that had been in a state of no one.
The teacher just wastes resources in drunkenness and dreaming all day long.
When Bu Zheng thought of this, he couldn't help but despise this uncle. As a teacher, you haven't brought any disciples for three years. Then you still have the nerve to stay here and continue to drink, eating the emperor's salary and worrying about the emperor. This is
The basics of being a human being.
However, Bu Zheng's contempt is just a look. This is other people's business. Why should he waste his energy? This contempt is just to express his own opinion, not to say what he wants to do.
However, what Bu Zheng didn't expect was that this moment of contempt would be discovered by his uncle. However, this uncle didn't know why Bu Zheng despised him, and he didn't understand why Bu Zheng despised him and wanted to talk about this.
By then, Bu Zheng had already come to his senses, making him wonder if he had seen it wrong.
So, the uncle returned to the topic and said: "Yes, you are the only disciple in the past three years, and there will probably be no new disciples! You must have offended someone before you were put here.
In class.”
"Offend people? Maybe, who wouldn't offend one or two people?" Bu Zheng doesn't care about offending people. As he said, anyone can offend people and be offended by others.
You will definitely know who you have offended.
"Is there anything wrong with this class?" This is what needs to be concerned about.
The uncle looked at Bu Zheng and said a little seriously: "The reason why there are so few people in my class is because the mortality rate of the disciples in my class is close to 100%!"
"Mortality rate?" Bu Zheng was stunned. What does this mortality rate mean? And it's close to 100%!
Bu Zheng felt that he seemed to have fallen into a troublesome environment! (To be continued...)