Dumpling was taken to school early the next morning by his mother. His face was still swollen, but his anger was gone after being beaten. He respectfully apologized to Ruan Xianbei, and then apologized to his husband and companions. Ruan Xianbei felt a little regretful about this. She originally thought that the child would have to be beaten a few more times.
The two of them stood outside the house, looking at the situation inside the house. Ruan Xianbei looked at the dumplings again in amazement: "Sure enough, naughty kids all over the world are the same. They won't stop until they beat them."
Yun Zhi was speechless.
Ruan Xianbei told Panxin that these children had been left alone since childhood and had never learned anything, so they should start their enlightenment from Three Hundred Thousand. Today Panxin would start teaching from the Three Character Sutra.
"At the beginning of human life, nature is good -" Pan Xin took the book and read it again.
"At the beginning of human life, nature is good -" the children read it after her.
"Sex is similar, habits are far apart——"
"Sex is similar, habits are far apart——"
"Today we are going to learn this sentence. How many words does this sentence have?" Panxin discovered through observation that these children are indeed illiterate and don't even know their own names. Come to think of it, how can they have the resources to study? It's good to be alive.
Looking at their young faces, Panxin thought of how her father took her to study when she was a child, and she became not only gentler but also more patient with them.
"There are twelve words!" said a little girl below.
"What Yanzi said is very good, but remember to raise your hand to answer next time." Panxin touched her head and praised her.
"So does anyone know what this sentence means? Dahong, please answer."
"Mr. Hui, I understand this sentence to mean that people are kind-hearted at first, but then... I don't quite understand the second half of the sentence." Dahong stood up and replied honestly.
Panxin smiled and looked at them and said: "What Dahong said is very good, but it's just a little bit worse. What this sentence means is that at the beginning of birth, people are all kind-hearted and have similar natures. , it’s just the different environments and educations we received, that lead to huge differences in each other’s habits. I hope you will all become kind people, but you must also have the ability to distinguish right from wrong."
Panxin was holding a book on the podium. There were exactly five groups of two people sitting at the same table in the audience. However, the books had been sent out to buy and they had not come back yet. Panxin had simply written down the content of today’s lesson on paper the day before. , the two watched together.
Basically, an older person leads a younger group. The older person understands a little more, while the younger person just nods in confusion. Dahong is in a group with Diaozi. Dahong is a head taller than Diaozi and is much stronger than Diaozi. If Diaozi sits slightly hunched over or is distracted and reads poorly, Dahong will hit him. The slap hit his back, and he grinned in pain.
At the same time, Dumpling also felt another oppressive gaze that made him dare not look back. He knew that it was Ruan Xianbei's deliberate aura. If he was so weak and held everyone back, the Saint would really kill him. With this understanding, he no longer dared to have other thoughts.
Ruan Xianbei looked around and left with satisfaction.
To become a kind person, Ruan Xianbei laughed out loud as he walked.
"Why is the saint laughing?" Yun Zhi asked.
"I suddenly thought, wouldn't it be funny to be born in a demon sect but have to learn to be a kind person?"
Ruan Xianbei asked with a smile, but Yun Zhi looked at her with a serious face and said, "It's not funny, the saint is also such a person."
"Me?" Ruan Xianbei was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "I'm not the one, I am the saint of the demon sect, I must be someone who does all kinds of evil and makes people afraid of her!"
Yun Zhi didn't understand how her saint's thoughts jumped, so she could only understand it as intermittent emotions.
"By the way, you go tell the aunts not to feel too bad for the child. Unless you are sick, you must come here to study every day, rain or shine. If there is no one who can't do it, I will take care of it myself."
In the distance, everyone in the church who inexplicably heard Ruan Xianbei's unexplained laughter shrank their heads.
Yun Zhi obeyed the order and went to notify him. Who dares to do this? ? ? Even if you are sick, go to school for me!
Under Ruan Xianbei’s iron-clad education, Yayoi Academy is slowly getting on the right track. The sound of reading can be heard neatly every morning and afternoon. However, in addition to reading, Ruan Xianbei also randomly found a young man in the school to study every day. Supervise their practice for a day. When their minds are developed, their limbs must also be developed.
The training content for those who are not good at homework is twice as much as for others. Things like standing, standing, boxing and running are all the most basic. Ruan Xianbei will practice them personally when he has a whim, such as avoiding the darts she throws to train his agility. Sexuality or the ability to resist being hit, under Ruan Xianbei's careful care, only dumplings were pricked like a hedgehog every time.
Throughout the entire Junior Spartan training camp, after all kinds of training, the children no longer had time to walk the dog and hunt birds, and everyone became much more well-behaved.
The day Ruan Xianbei came back was like an overseer. Everyone was more frightened when they saw her than when they saw the leader. Ruan Xianbei walked around the church again that day and came back. He sat on the couch and asked Yuncai to ask the kitchen to make some snacks and bring them over. .
After a while, Yun Cai came back with some pastries and Ruan Xianbei ordered some egg tarts and buffalo milk.
Hearing the birds chirping, Ruan Xianbei remembered that she still had a pigeon.
Ruan Xianbei asked: "Where is my pigeon? Bring me the pigeon. I have to write to Lan Zhao and ask her to come over for treatment."
Yun Cai ran to the backyard and brought the pigeon back.
Although the pigeon was forgotten by Ruan Xianbei, it was not forgotten by the servants. The pigeon was fed and its hair was shiny. It looked like it was well fed and delicious.
? ? ? Is this a fat pigeon? ? ? Can you still fly? ? ? Ruan Xianbei was shocked, but there was no other pigeon to use, so he had to hand over the important task to it.
"Are you coming?" Ruan Xianbei just wrote these two words, then stuffed the note into the mailbox and tied it to the pigeon's foot.
"Good boy, don't be too fat and get knocked down." Ruan Xianbei touched its head and was bitten by the arrogant one. He seemed very dissatisfied that Ruan Xianbei underestimated his professional skills.
"Gu Gu."
It turned out that the release was really not that successful. The pigeon seemed to be a little fatter than when it first arrived. It fluttered several times. At first, I was even a little surprised. Hey, why did I fly low? Come on, come on, let's go! Then he flew away.
Two days later, when Lan Zhao received the pigeon, she thought it was another pigeon. The small and flexible pigeon that originally stood on her arm was now as fat as the previous two pigeons. Lan Zhao felt as if she was doing weight-bearing exercise.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lan Zhao opened the letter and read these two words. After thinking for a moment, he came up with a reply. He originally wanted it to fly back, but when he saw how breathless it was, he patted its belly and laughed out loud. Come on, pigeons can be fed so fat, it’s really amazing.
"Cuckoo!"
"Feed it less, rest for a night, and let it fly tomorrow." Lan Zhao said to the junior sister behind him.
"Yes, senior sister." Junior sister was also shocked when she saw this fat pigeon. What does it need to eat to grow so well?
It had been more than half a month since Lan Zhao came back, and Mrs. Qingyun had almost settled the matter in Wanhua Valley. However, after this incident, Mrs. Qingyun felt that she had more than enough ambition but not enough power, so she called her two most proud disciples, Song Xunhe Lan Zhao.
In the candlelight, Mrs. Qingjun's face was soft, fragile and tired.
"This is the end of the Miao Tong matter. From now on, I will not interfere in the family's emotional affairs. Let everything take its course."
"Yes, Master." The two responded.
The three of them talked for most of the night. Not only did they untie their knots, their relationship became more harmonious, and they spoke much more casually.
"Master, it's been a long time since I slept with Master. When we were little, you always held us to sleep." Song Xun said, holding Mrs. Qingjun's arm.
"Master, can I sleep with you tonight, okay? They say that adopted daughters are like little cotton-padded jackets. I want you to feel the warmth of my heart." Lan Zhao said aggrievedly, taking Mrs. Qingyun's other arm.
Master has always been soft-hearted towards Lan Zhao, but Song Xun was not happy after hearing this, and said: "Are you still a little cotton-padded jacket? Lan Zhao, let me see what a black-hearted cotton-padded jacket you are?"
"Then you still have air leakage! There is air leakage here and here!"
The two of them started arguing while holding Mrs. Qingjun's arm. They argued for a long time but couldn't decide who was going to win or lose. They even got hungry.
The two of them suddenly stopped and looked at Mrs. Qingjun with a tacit understanding.
"Master, my disciple is hungry."
Mrs. Qingjun had not been so close to her disciples for a long time, and she was a little reluctant to let go of the warmth at first. The two chatted for a long time, and she felt that they were almost noisy to death. If they were not hungry, they would probably fight all night.
Looking at the two girls who were crying and being picked up by her from the mass graves, and now as bright and beautiful as flowers, she smiled and said: "Okay, what do you want to eat? Make an exception, I will do it." "
Their eyes lit up.
"dumpling!"
"sweet dumpling!"
"...."
The two looked at each other, spoke at the same time, and shut up at the same time. They quickly stretched out a hand, Song Xun at the bottom and Lan Zhao at the top. Song Xun flipped his wrist and hit the back of Lan Zhao's hand with a snap.
"I won! Master, let's eat glutinous rice balls! Thank you, Master!" Song Xun blinked and said with a smile.
As a result, the two of them, who were arguing about sleeping with their master, had a late night snack and were kicked out by Mrs. Qingjun.
In the end, Mrs. Qingjun respected their opinions and handed over most of the affairs to Song Xun. She refused their request to stay, saying that she would go out to travel for a while after taking a break and deal with the affairs. She didn't have to worry about coming back when it was time. So Song Xun Temporarily acting as the leader.
Lan Zhao's face did not improve even after using Mrs. Qingjun's medicine, and the scars still remained on his face like flesh-colored reptiles.
After Lan Zhao received the letter, he went to Mrs. Qingyun to tell her about it. After hearing this, Mrs. Qingyun just said lightly: "Oh, that child...I have some impression. Okay, since she can cure that Just go ahead and be careful."
Lan Zhao leaned on her knees and said softly: "Master, you must be careful outside."
The next day Lan Zhao released the fat pigeon, and five days later, he received another reply. This time the reply included a location where Ruan Xianbei asked her to meet.
This may be the first time that Lan Zhao went out of the valley for her own affairs. She refused Song Xun's farewell. In the early morning of a certain day, while everyone was still sleeping, she rode alone with Fat Pigeon to meet Ruan Xianbei. Agree on a place to meet.
"Gugu, why don't you fly over first?" Lan Zhao walked for a while and looked at the fat pigeon parked on the horse as if he had forgotten that he had wings.
"Cuckoo!" Fat Pigeon glanced at her sadly, then reluctantly fluttered away.
