In the strange situation, Song Ciwan looked ashamed and showed off her lifelong acting skills.
But her heart was pounding. She didn't know whether her response was appropriate, and her nervousness was spreading invisibly.
To be honest, Song Ciwan had never been so emotionally unstable since he started practicing. This feeling is actually not good. On the one hand, it is novel, but on the other hand, it seems even more weird and out of control.
After a few breaths, the child opposite Song Ciwan raised his chin slightly and hummed through his nose: "Fifty-two, although not very young, it is a good time to study! You said there is no one at home? Well, you originally lived in Xiyuan Village on the other side of the mountain?"
"I heard that Xiyuan Village was hit by a flash flood, which is really pitiful..."
The child talked to himself and determined the origin of Song Ciwan in a few words. Then he said: "Since you are of the age to study now, then come to my school to study!"
"The teachings of sages are true to all. You have become an orphan at such an age. Now that I have met you, there is no reason to ignore you."
"It's also your luck. Okay, you go to the back of the team and wait with your senior brothers and sisters to study and recite with me."
After speaking, the child tilted his head slightly, signaling Song Ciwan to follow the team.
Song Ciwan quickly bowed to the child to thank him, then quickly walked to the end of the line and arranged his position in an orderly manner.
She had just arrived and was completely confused about the situation in this strange place. In addition, her own cultivation was locked, so she really had to be as honest as possible for a while.
Seeing her respectful and sincere expression, the child nodded secretly.
In the distance, the fisherman was still singing, and the child was smiling, walking along a winding dirt road here with his hands behind his back, and continued to move forward with his students.
As he walked, he said: "This winter is so beautiful that it's time to recite the poems of the sages. Thank you Yunxiang. If you come, I will recite one with the theme of fishing songs."
Thanks Yunxiang!
Song Ciwan was shocked again when she heard this familiar name.
Her eyes moved slightly, and she saw a stooped, white-haired old man walking out of the team in front.
This man looked much older than Song Ciwan. His face was saggy, his teeth were shaky, and there were even dots of age spots on his wrinkled cheeks.
If the children hadn't called him "Xie Yunxiang", after Song Ciwan observed carefully, she discovered that this person's facial features indeed looked like Xie Yunxiang's, and she probably wouldn't have been able to recognize him - this person was someone she knew. Xie Yunxiang, the son of that aristocratic family!
Xie Yunxiang has also grown older. With this look, it would be no problem to say that he is now eighty years old as a mortal!
Xie Yunxiang also did not recognize "Xin Mian". He just bowed his waist, bowed his hands respectfully to the children in front of him, and then recited loudly: "Back to Master, the student recited a fishing song."
"It's boring to be self-satisfied, leisurely and forgotten about the world. When I hear the sound, I am alone in the waves. The clouds are broken, the sky is blue, the river is clear and the autumn is long. If I want to harmonize the Xiangdi, I will not be transferred to the palace!"
He carried it smoothly, and the children in front of him clapped their hands and nodded repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad, children can be taught. Xie Yunxiang, you have made a lot of progress, you should be rewarded!"
After saying the word "reward", the child waved his hand.
I saw a ball of green light flickering between the child's palms, and fell into Xie Yunxiang's body for a moment.
After a few breaths, Xie Yunxiang's originally bent back suddenly straightened slightly.
Yes, his back is straightened a lot!
This straightening was not because he subjectively "straightened", but because with the injection of green light, Xie Yunxiang's body obviously improved.
From his teeth falling out, his white hair, and his face covered with age spots, to the spots becoming fewer and his hair turning black - although it didn't turn much, it can be clearly seen that Xie Yunxiang seemed to be about ten years younger at this moment. .
What a magical skill!
The other white-haired students in the team were all red-eyed.
Everyone looked at the children in front of them with burning eyes. They all wanted to recite countless fishing songs on the spot to get the reward from the master!
Children are obviously very strict in their studies. If he doesn't take the initiative to call his name, no one of the other white-haired students would dare to take the initiative to show off.
Of course, there are some people who can't recite the poem at all, and they are lucky that the children didn't pick on them.
Ahead, the child retracted his fingers, put his hands behind his back, and continued to walk forward in an arrogant manner.
As we were walking, a big white goose flapping its wings suddenly appeared on the road ahead!
"Cuckoo!" The white goose called happily. While calling, it extended its flat mouth and pecked all over the ground bit by bit.
Song Ciwan suddenly felt strange. The moment the white goose appeared, she almost suspected that she had seen her own big white goose.
Of course, she quickly realized that this was not her fault.
Dabai was still lying in her spirit beast bag, recuperating.
The one in front of me looks like a white goose, but it is cooing and pecking all over the ground. It really looks like a goose, but in behavior, it actually looks like a chicken!
The child pointed to the goose in front of him and said, "Look at this chicken."
None of the white-haired students took the initiative to answer. Everyone just looked at the "chicken" immediately.
He refers to a goose as a chicken, but no one refutes it.
The child had a smile on his face and said, "For the second question, how about we recite the poem to the chicken?"
The questions he asked were actually very simple. After all, he only asked everyone to recite poems to the chicken, and he did not ask anyone to write poems.
When it comes to composing poetry, not everyone can do it, but if it’s just about memorizing poetry, is there anyone who can’t do it?
No, there are really people who don’t know how!
After all, not all of this group of people are scholars.
Some of the immortal cultivators are slightly better, such as Xie Yunxiang and others, who come from aristocratic families and always read more books.
But there are also those who don't read, or in other words, although they read, they don't dabble in reading poetry... Among warriors, this kind of people make up the majority.
In particular, some warriors came from lower classes, and they were even less qualified to read poetry.
The child was smiling, moving his fingers, and suddenly pointed at someone at the back of the line.
"Zhang You, come out."
The white-haired student named Zhang You trembled immediately. He stood at the back of the team, with panic and hesitation on his face.
The child suddenly frowned and said in a deep voice, "What? Zhang You, it's just a poem about chickens, can't you recite it?"
Zhang You's teeth chattered and he hesitated for a long time. Then he suddenly gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "Master, student... I am a junior student. I am really beyond my ability. Please punish me!"
He actually honestly admitted that he couldn't do it, and the child's frown relaxed slightly.
But his face still looked a little worried and said: "You are too lax, but since you have the courage to admit your mistakes, I will punish you after you go back to school and copy the poem a hundred times tonight!"
As he spoke, he pointed his hand further back, then pointed at Song Ciwan, and said, "New student, who is your last name? Can you memorize poetry?"
