(8)
At three o'clock on the next day, dozens of students came to Yuyi Academy one after another.
But I saw a noble lady wearing a brocade dress, walking lightly from the center of the classroom, and finally stood in front of the door and nodded to the old man on the podium, and then left. However, she was concerned, so she chose to walk outside the door and continued to observe the classroom for a while.
Fan Liwu, who had always been extremely serious and inhumane, sat in the lecture hall, and then he smiled rarely. He opened his mouth to welcome the students of different ages and said.
"From today on, I am your husband. You can call me Mr. Fan."
As soon as he finished speaking, a curious child raised his hand and asked: "Mr. Fan, how is the word fan written? I have never heard of this word."
"Don't be rude!" Another older handsome young man stopped him: "Mr. Fan condescended to come here to teach, how dare you, a poor boy, say that you don't recognize him?"
After listening to this, the noble lady outside the door noticed that the clothes and appearance of the two people speaking were very different. The former is humble and humble, while the latter is elegant and luxurious. Just when she wanted to step in and scold the nobleman, Fan Liwu got angry first and stretched out his hand to signal her not to act rashly.
"Miss Zhao, please be patient for a moment..." As soon as Fan Liwu finished speaking, he handwritten a large character on the rice paper on the low table in front of him, then showed it to everyone in the hall, and then continued to say seriously: "Shut up, since everyone Sitting together in this lecture hall, we are fellow disciples. How can we allow you to insult others like this? What are the names of the two disciples just now? "
The boy in shabby clothes said timidly: "Sir, my disciple's name is Lu San."
"From what I heard from Mr. Fan, my late-born name is Yao Jidao."
Fan Liwu saw that Yao Jidao had no regrets and wanted to curry favor with him so much. He couldn't help but smile and said: "It turns out that he is General Yao's nephew! I see that you are gentle and elegant in your behavior, but you treat people who are eager to learn. Such contempt. Confucius once said, 'There is a sequence of hearing the Tao.' Aren't you afraid that in the future, Lu San will far surpass you in talent and knowledge?"
After Yao Jidao heard this, he just said that he had a high opinion of himself and quickly apologized to Lu San. Although he was forced by the situation and his apology was only superficial, he still set an example for Fan Liwu's teaching.
Seeing this, the younger sister of the Zhao family suddenly felt much more at ease, and thought to herself: "Mr. Fan has always been a good teacher, and always takes care of those who are studious and diligent. Those who talk too much and don't learn to make progress will suffer! "
With such a happy mood, Zhao Xiaomei moved to the martial arts school. She originally thought she would be able to see Bai Feng instructing his disciples to practice, but she never thought that the young swordsman was still missing, leaving only a dozen disciples waiting helplessly on the school grounds.
She searched all over the side hospital and found that Murong Yan was not here either. After a moment, she remembered that the pharmacy had not been taken care of yet and wondered where the two heroes had gone.
So, the little girl moved to the drug store again, and saw that Murong Yan's mood returned to normal after just one night. She and Bai Feng worked together in casual clothes, laughing and scolding each other as "idiots" and "dirty donkeys" from time to time. The two of them were walking in and out of the same wooden door, talking to each other, and inadvertently ignored the many students who had come to the school grounds early to wait.
And the young swordsman was even more so. It seemed that he was still feeling complacent about his "smart" deception, thinking that those cheap lies really worked in front of Murong Yan.
Whether he was treating Murong Yan or anyone else, he would treat her like a distinguished guest: she would repay her with a peach or a plum in return, without any grudge in his heart. He was the first to notice that his little sister was visiting.
I saw him patting the medicine dregs and dust on his body, with a relaxed look on his face that he had never seen before. He walked to the little girl from the pharmacy and asked: "Miss Zhao, you came so early to find Yan'er." Want to go out together?"
"Mr. Bai, have you forgotten something important?" the younger sister said, walking around Bai Feng and saying hello to Murong Yan who was still deep in the house.
When Murong Yan saw that it was her younger sister, her face suddenly became sad, but she replied with good intentions: "Sister, are you here? Where is Miss Ajuan?"
"Sister Ajuan is still sleeping in, I don't care about her!" the younger sister replied, glanced at Bai Feng angrily, and said: "Mr. Bai, do you still remember that you are the master of Yuyi Academy? The ten people above the school grounds Several disciples are waiting for their master to come over and lecture them!"
"Ah?" Bai Feng suddenly threw down the dustpan in his hand, and the herbs spilled all over the floor in an instant. Immediately afterwards, he explained to Murong Yan: "Yan'er, go back and help me change my clothes. I will help you with the pharmacy matters later!"
Bai Feng can't escape the nature of a child in the countryside. When he treats other people's good intentions, he never thinks that others are actually sizing up and plotting against him; when faced with other people's malicious intentions, he will never give in easily, no matter how meaningless it is. He could grit his teeth and bear the pain caused by it.
He understood that Murong Yan had been worried about him all night, so when he woke up this morning, he immediately took the initiative to ask Ying to tell Murong Yan that he wanted to help at the pharmacy, which had not yet been cleaned up.
I saw him lowering his eyebrows and smiling in front of Murong Yan, so disrespectful that he didn't pay any attention to his companion Zhao Xiaomei.
After a while, a dozen disciples on the school field finally came to see their master. Everyone's eyes were focused on this young man who was similar to themselves. In an instant, there were many different opinions and doubts.
"This young man is my master?"
"With such a thin body, I'm afraid even I can't push him down!"
"You actually made us wait all morning, you must be a liar..."
The two girls were watching Bai Feng quietly not far away, snickering non-stop, wanting to see how he would handle this situation.
Bai Feng knew that the title of master of the academy was just a decoration. Until he saw with his own eyes whether he was really capable, these new students would not stop questioning him.
After thinking for a while, he replied to everyone in an understatement: "I am indeed not worthy to be your master!"
After saying these words, the young swordsman sat down cross-legged and said, "But being your senior brother is more than enough for me."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. The person who yelled the loudest when questioning just now stood up, pointed at Bai Feng and sneered: "How dare you pretend to be the master of Yuyi Academy, you idiot? Do you dare to compete with me in sumo wrestling? If I win, This is what the master of the academy asks me to do! Everyone, tell me, is it good or not?"
"Okay!" More than a dozen disciples said in unison, all wanting to see if Bai Feng had any real talent or learning.
Bai Feng stood up helplessly, bowed his hands and said, "Then I have no choice but to offend you?"
Seeing that the strong man in front of him was huge, even bigger than Zhao Kuo, Bai Feng was no different from a dead tree in his eyes. However, Bai Feng was not afraid. He just looked at him cautiously and prepared to deal with it. .
"Come on! Junior brother."
"Shut up and let's see what happens!"
This strong man dived straight in front of Bai Feng like a bull out of the stalls, and was about to bend down and lift the opponent from the bottom up. The young swordsman did not choose to dodge, nor did he think of countering with force, but was directly lifted into the air.
Everyone thought that this was a successful surprise attack by the strong man. All he had to do next was to throw the young man to the ground heavily, and there was no need to elaborate on the outcome of the duel.
But at this moment, the strong man suddenly seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and was frozen in place, unable to move. He quickly knelt on the ground and was restrained by Bai Feng's head and neck.
"You...you're being ridiculous! This isn't sumo wrestling, you're trying to kill someone!" The strong man knelt on the ground and couldn't breathe. He almost broke free, but in the end he was still tightly restrained in place by Bai Feng. .
"You just exposed such a big flaw. If I were your enemy, I would never give you a chance to beg for mercy."
Bai Feng sighed, let go of his hands, and then began to explain to everyone how he had captured the opponent at the critical moment.
Everyone gathered around Bai Feng and did not regard him as a venerable or elder at all. Listening to him clearly explain the martial arts philosophy of "move first, then use force", they gradually became fascinated.
