"Brother, why don't you go to sleep? Are you chatting with Sister Xiaoyu?"
Xin'er opened her sleepy eyes and muttered to Han Yun.
"Well, yes, Sister Xiaoyu will be home soon."
Han Yun covered her with the quilt, and his old father's loving care made him forget that it was summer.
The little girl kicked the quilt away and changed her position, lying on her back.
"Xin'er also misses sister Xiaoyu. Does sister Xiaoyu miss Xin'er?!
"You can ask her yourself."
"But Xin'er can't write."
She closed her eyes and spoke softly.
"Then you learn to read and write. When you can write and write normally, my brother will also give you a messenger slip, so you can chat with whoever you want."
"Xin'er will learn to write tomorrow..."
Looking at the little girl who fell asleep before she finished speaking, Han Yun showed the kind smile of an old father on his face, put away the spiritual slip, and continued to meditate.
Although spiritual energy is consumed quickly when used, recovery and absorption are slow. ..
The next morning, Han Yun took Xiao Yuxin to Yunwu Hall again and started his day of teaching and educating people.
In the morning, Teacher Han, who had students all over the world, finished teaching his disciples and began to teach Xiao Yuxin how to read. Suddenly, a figure in white walked in at the door of the hall.
Everyone looked up and saw that this man was plain-looking, with a bit of dark skin, long hair hanging casually, and an unruly and arrogant look in his eyes.
After entering the hall, he first looked around, and then turned his attention to Han Yun.
He lowered his eyes, turned to Han Yun with a leering look, put a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked coldly,
"Are you Han Yun?"
Han Yun didn't know who the other party was, but he probably guessed it. However, the other party's pretentious posture and arrogant eyes made him unhappy.
"No, you went to the wrong door, please go back."
The man in white twitched his eyelids, frowned slightly, and snorted coldly,
"Isn't this the Yunwu Palace?"
"yes."
"In the Yunwu Palace, who else can sit in this position besides Han Yun?"
"I know you still ask."
In terms of talking skills, Han Yun has never been afraid of anyone.
The arrogance and disdain in the eyes of the man in white immediately turned to anger.
"Hmph, if it weren't for the master who insisted that I come to you to ask for martial arts advice, do you think you would be able to see me?
I'm also curious, what qualifications do you have to teach me martial arts, a loser with no internal strength? "
"Don't be curious, the door is behind you."
Han Yun said lightly.
"What's the meaning?"
"Go slowly and don't see me off."
The disciples below burst into laughter upon hearing this.
When they saw this man calling Han Yun a waste, they were all filled with indignation and prepared to roll up their sleeves and fight. However, seeing Han Yun's attitude towards this man, they all became happy.
Really refreshing.
The sneer on Bai Wuqi's face disappeared instantly. He had a sullen face and anger flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, you dare to talk to me like this, do you know who I am?"
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
Bai Wuqi flicked his sleeves and looked at the surrounding disciples with a stern look.
"I am the strongest person in the third rank of Yin Yang Sect, the first place in the last martial arts competition, and the person who has won the title of the strongest person in the world.
Who do you think you are? You dare to talk nonsense in front of me.
Because you are young and ignorant, it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me. Ask the disciples in this hall who haven't heard of my name, Bai Wuqi! "
"never heard of that."
The disciples all answered.
Bai Wuqi stopped shaking his sleeves. He originally thought that if he was going to say Bai Wuqi's name, these young disciples would definitely cheer immediately.
Respect and worship.
The result was completely different from what he expected.
"Hmph, it seems that after I have been in seclusion for five years, not caring about worldly affairs, everyone in the sect has forgotten my name."
Bai Wuqi forced his respect.
Han Yun chuckled lightly, but before he could say anything, the disciples below started shouting.
"I asked you, can you please give in? Stand in front and block it. We don't want to look at your ditch. We want to look at Palace Master Han."
"What nonsense is Bai Wuqi? I've never heard of it. You're too old. Now the world of Dachuan Jianghu belongs to Nan Qingyu and North Han Yun."
"I'm afraid this person has lost his mind due to his cultivation. He has never even heard of Palace Master Han being the best in the world in martial arts, so he thinks he is so powerful."
"I guess he just came out of some cave. This kind of person doesn't even know when the Yin Yang Sect is beaten, and he still cares about his own practice."
"Do you think you are better than Palace Master Han? Apart from your higher internal strength, how can you compare to Palace Master Han?"
"That is, in terms of merits, Master Han has created countless heaven-level martial arts, god-level martial arts, and earth-level profound levels. He has taught at least tens of thousands of disciples, which has greatly increased the overall strength of our Yin Yang Sect. Nowadays, no one in the world knows how powerful the disciples of my Yin Yang Sect are. How many families are rushing to send their children to my Yin Yang Sect to be taught!
What achievements have you made? Did you protect the sect from powerful enemies, or did you bring much wealth to the sect? Or how many future generations have you taught and trained?
What's the use of just winning the title of No. 1 in the world? How many more taels of silver did you earn for the sect? How much is that title worth?
The sect has spent countless money and resources training you, but as for you, after you have become a strong person, you don’t know how to feed the sect back and contribute to the sect. You only know how to hide in the cave to cultivate all day long. The sect is not as good as raising you. An ordinary disciple is useful. At least we disciples know how to go out and help the sect! "
The last paragraph was said by the junior sister. In terms of eloquence, she has the best ability of Han Yun.
In fact, these disciples all knew about Bai Wuqi. The reason why they said they didn't know was because they couldn't stand his arrogant and domineering attitude.
Hall Master Han worked hard to teach them that he would never hide anything for his own benefit, just to make them grow stronger. For such a selfless person, every one of them respected him from the bottom of their hearts.
Why do you curse people when you come here for free?
You are a strong man, but what does it have to do with us? Have you taught us martial arts or given us food?
I am short-handed in taking advantage of talents. Since I cannot benefit from you, no matter how powerful you are, it has nothing to do with me. There is no need to curry favor with you.
On the contrary, each of them has something to ask for from Palace Master Han. Now that they are in Yunwu Hall, if they don’t speak to Palace Master Han, how can they speak to you?
I can't tell the situation clearly.
Bai Wuqi was scolded by a group of teenagers and twenty-year-old kids. As a veteran strong man, he could not hold back his face. He unconsciously clenched his fists, and his internal energy began to form a storm of coercion that swept through the hall. .
The books on Han Yun's desk were blown away, and the disciples closest to Bai Wuqi were also blown around.
At this time, the fourth-grade elder who protected Han Yun had no choice but to step forward.
