Sheng Xuanyuan didn't know why he said such a sentence for no reason. He held his forehead and asked himself: What am I doing?
...Because Lu Xiyan said before that she wanted to see the tail, so I brought the tail to her.
That's all.
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that he had figured this out, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said to Taiwei: "Okay, let's go back too."
Before he returned to his dormitory, he saw Su Ye who looked anxiously looking for something. Su Ye, who had fallen asleep because he was writing an article in class, had no idea about this. After seeing Sheng Xuanyuan and Wei Wei, he hurriedly greeted them. He said angrily: "I thought Taili had escaped, but it turns out you took him out."
"Bring it to Lu Xiyan to see." He replied.
"Lu Xiyan, where is she?"
"Let's go after watching this."
Su Ye's meaningful eyes suddenly fell down: "What did I think? Yan Tingshen asked me to have a drink and spar. I'm going, don't wait for me to practice swordsmanship." After saying that, he took the opportunity to stroke his tail hard. head.
Sheng Xuanyuan said: "I never thought about waiting for you."
Su Ye chuckled, turned and walked away.
*
During the lecture class, the Master distributed the articles written by each disciple yesterday.
Qiong also sat and watched the boy handing out the papers to everyone one by one, thinking with great anticipation what grade he would get, but until all the papers were collected, he still didn't wait for his own.
Where is my article? Qiong also looked around until she caught a glimpse of a few thin pieces of paper in the master's hand.
"Those who haven't received it are here, master." The master glanced coldly at the audience with furrowed eyes, and shook the paper in his hand on the desk: "Those who don't have it in their hands don't need to look around."
Qiong was also a little nervous, and her heart was beating fast. She had never been good at writing, but she was not bad either. She didn't even think about it to understand why the master left her piece of paper behind.
"Su Ye!" The master stared at the article on the podium, and then tapped it with a hand like a dead branch. There was a bit of anger on the serious and upright face: "You wrote it What is it? It has a beginning but no tail, and it’s just nonsense! I’ve proposed it as a commentary on the will, but how can there be any answer to the question in your article?”
Su Ye stood up in response: "I didn't answer the question? It's impossible!" He paused for a moment, as if recalling what he had written on the paper yesterday, and then said: "Becoming the best swordsman in the world is just a matter of being an idler. My ambition is correct!"
There was a burst of laughter in the class.
The Master saw him swearing with sincerity on his face, and his gray eyebrows wrinkled with the word "Chuan" in the center of his eyebrows. He scolded the disciples to be quiet, turned to Su Ye and said angrily: "Absurd! It's really ridiculous! You are a human being. The young son of the Su family has no great ambitions and doesn't even know it!" After saying this, he stroked his chest with trembling hands, as if he wanted to calm down the anger in his breath that couldn't go away.
"And..." The master pulled out another piece of paper from underneath: "Lu Xiyan!"
Qiong Yi was suddenly called out by a loud shout. She trembled in shock and quickly stood up: "Mr."
There was suppressed anger on the master's pale face: "How are you two? You two are really a pair of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks among the disciples I teach!"
"What I said in class a while ago about the aspirations of heaven and man and the rules of the great clan, you all listened to it for nothing!" He looked at the gestures on the raft paper, but also revealed some graceful handwriting, and wrote Qiong Yi's The last sentence of the article was read aloud in the hall: "What a person who is like a Kunpeng, who comes and goes at will, whose ambitions are thousands of miles away, and the vast sea is like the wind."
"Are you writing the family seal that is strictly stipulated by the clan in vain?"
Qiong also didn't think there was anything wrong with what she wrote. She was a little annoyed when she was scolded, and replied: "I was born in the world and saw the heaven and the earth. I should follow the wind and come and go as I please."
Everyone in the class didn't know who didn't know, and the teacher who was giving the lecture was the most rigid and rigid of all the teachers.
Su Ye didn't expect that she would blatantly retaliate, and laughed out loud, "Pfft--", and applauded while laughing, and said: "Sir, I think Lu Xiyan's poem is of great literary talent and free and easy writing. It's very good. very good."
Some of the disciples sitting in the class couldn't help but secretly marvel and laugh.
"Su Yiyang, shut up!" The master walked to Qiong Yi and stared at her, his tone was extremely stiff: "I really don't know how Mr. Lu teaches his disciples!"
Qiong Yi murmured in a low voice: "Mr. Lu doesn't emphasize on complicated etiquette all day long. It's useful to learn it."
When the master heard this, he was so angry that he slapped a ruler on Qiong Yi's table, making her lower her head in fright. "You!" He pointed at Qiong Yi and said, "Go back and copy Cheng Xin Fu ten times and hand it over to me tomorrow!"
After saying that, he turned around, pointed at Su Ye, and said angrily: "Rewrite it for me. After you finish writing this article, copy Cheng Xin Fu five times and hand it in tomorrow morning!"
After that, he returned to the podium angrily.
Was fined to copy books.
Qiong Yi hates copying books the most.
She didn't know whether she should sit down, and she was unwilling to do so. She cursed in her heart: You stinky master, just stick to your etiquette and rules. I don't want to learn anything that is different from inside to outside!
The Master stood on the podium and cleared his throat: "What you should observe and study is this article by Sheng Xuanyuan." He said, looking at the piece of paper covered with writing in his hand, his eyes full of joy. : "At such an age, you can strengthen your Taoist heart and responsibility. Every word is a pearl, every sentence is a motto, and you are determined to be a clan. This is the vision that today's disciples should have."
Qiong also felt that Sheng Xuanyuan's body in front of her was stiff. She snorted disdainfully and said with a strange feeling in her heart: Oh, Third Young Master Sheng, he is really different from ordinary people.
The Master added: "It would be nice if the handwriting were clearer and neater. Such cursive writing is against the rules. Here, take it."
Sheng Xuanyuan stood up and took back his article.
The Master walked around the classroom and said something again. Qiong Yi was filled with the important task of being punished to copy, and gradually her mind wandered. In her mind's wandering, the class soon ended.
After class ended, Qiong Yi packed up his things in a few moments, took the test paper that was graded "D", and left the classroom without missing a moment. Sheng Xuanyuan turned around and saw her running away, her pigtails bouncing behind her, as if she was also angry.
His heart echoed with her fearless words to his master in class, "You should follow the wind and come and go as you please." He was in a daze, and these eight characters were like steel needles piercing his body, like a mockery, like a Satire.
When Sheng Xuanyuan turned around, his piece of paper with "A" marked with red sand had already been torn by him.
*
Qiong also thought it was ridiculous.
She sat on the edge of the veranda where there were few people around, reading her article sentence by sentence, asking herself that there was nothing wrong with it, and that she should not be given the lowest "D" rating.
If at home, if Master and the brothers saw this article, they would definitely say that I wrote it well. Qiong Yi raised the paper in front of her eyes and raised it above her head. The sunlight filtered through the shallow paper, making it a dazzling white. Only the thick ink characters remain unchanged.
"Otherwise... I will erase this cinnabar annotation and it will be a good piece of paper again." Qiong Yi shook his legs in front of the fence and said silently.
"Lu Xiyan."
An old and gentle voice sounded from one side. Qiong Yi turned her head violently and heard a "click" sound on her neck. She exclaimed in surprise: "Ouch! My neck!" She quickly put away the test paper in her hand and covered it. He rubbed his neck, stood up straight and saluted the man: "Mr. Chu."
The master surnamed Chu in front of me is the one who teaches history.
"I just heard someone talking about yesterday's quiz, and I happened to meet you." Master Chu glanced at the paper Qiong Yi hid behind him: "Master Sun has always been strict in grading papers, why don't you show it to me?"
"No, no, no!" Qiong Yi hid the paper further: "...it's not well written."
Mrs. Chu insisted on reading, but Qiong couldn't resist, so she had to hand the paper over silently. She twisted her knuckles together and observed his face with the corner of her eyes. She was worried, not knowing what kind of evaluation he would receive.
Seeing Master Chu finish reading the article and folding it in half again, Qiong also opened her almond-shaped eyes wide and heard: "It's very well written."
"Sir, please don't see the word 'D' on the roll, trying to make me happy." Qiong Yi lowered his voice, holding the skirt with both hands and said.
"I didn't lie." Master Chu chuckled: "Although I know that you are good at studying history, I am not being biased by praising you now."
"The whole article does not mention the clan, but looks at the world. It cannot be said to be small or empty ambitions." He paused and then said: "You have a free and easy temper, and you have your own way in your heart. You should abide by it. The word ambition is the original word." You shouldn’t be fixed on one thing, otherwise, why would you say that everyone has his or her own ambitions?”
Qiong Yi's eyes lit up and she seemed to understand: "I understand, thank you sir!"
After saying that, he took the raft paper, bowed solemnly to Master Chu, who was twirling his beard, and ran away.
*
Qiong also copied Cheng Xin Fu all night, and only finished it ten times until dawn.
She lay on the desk with heavy dark circles under her eyes, silently scolding in her heart: "Cheng Xin Fu, it's still clearing the heart. It's such a long article. Not only can't you cleanse your heart after copying it, but it also makes you feel bad. You might as well call it Zhu Xin Fu." !
She was going to lie down on the bed for a while, and then start practicing at Mao Shi, but Qiong didn't expect that she was too sleepy and tired, so she just fell asleep on the desk.
The sound of cockcrow at Mao hour broke the sweet dream.
Before the pot of meat and shortbread made by Ah Luo could be put into her mouth, Qiong Yi woke up from her dream. Her head was dizzy and heavy, her shoulders were sore and her waist was tired. She sat up and hurriedly cleaned up the table and copied it. He put a large pile of thick paper and said to himself: Suffer, suffer.
When I sat in front of the bronze mirror and saw myself, the person in the mirror looked haggard, with a pair of sleepy eyes covered with dark blue spots, and a half-finger-wide red mark branded on the left side of my face by my arm. Compared with his skin color, it looked like he had been beaten. There was some ink stain on the tip of his nose and his hair was messy.
Qiong Yi rubbed his eyes and sighed.
A few days ago, she had been practicing swordplay with her juniors and sisters at the school ground. There were many people there and it was lively. The young teenagers gathered together and had a lot to talk about. However, Yang Xiaosi was a talkative, Lu Li was a talkative, and Qiong Yi I am also a talkative person. A large group of chatty people gathered together, and it was clear without even thinking whether they were here to practice sword practice or just chat.
She chatted a lot quietly with the female disciples from other schools. At first, many female disciples were envious of Qiong for being classmates with Sheng Xuanyuan and sitting very close to each other. Later, after learning about Sheng Xuanyuan piecemeal, the envy disappeared. .
Everyone unanimously concluded that it was this person's emotional intelligence that was holding him back.
Joan also agreed very much.
However, the fun of chatting is fun, and practice is practice. For the sake of future practice progress, she decided not to go to the school to practice swordsmanship in the future.
