The old priest would touch his white beard, look up at the sky, and sigh:

I am looking at the future pillars of the academy.

At this moment, at the back door of the Shuxing Hall, Zhao Rong thought about it and explained:

"Sacrifice, there were some minor problems in the school just now..."

The old priest waved his hand and broke his words.

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I am the most trustworthy of Ziyu. You can handle it with all your powers, don't worry about the old guy."

He reached out and patted the shoulders of the "Academic Peers" in front of him and nodded seriously.

Zhao Rong glanced at the shoulder, and said to the warm big hand full of trust,

The corners of the mouth were slightly pulled.

That's what you say to every teacher and every student.

Zhao Rong complained in his heart. When he first met Jijiu, he was still quite reserved and embarrassed when he was so kindly respected. But within a few days he found out... the pillars of the old Jijiu were everywhere.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Thank you for your trust in the wine."

It is said in any book or in a story.

Old grandfathers who like to smile are usually masters who cannot hide themselves.

Or the past is a bad thing, or the present is a bad thing, or the past is a bad thing, or the past is a bad thing, and the present and the future are a bad thing.

Moreover, according to Zhao Rong's summary, these old men will bring great enlightenment and inspiration to the practice or life of the sons of destiny.

And his eyes were like a torch, and he could tell at a glance that the protagonist was the protagonist, but he just looked ordinary at the moment. In fact, he was the only one who saved Xuan Huang's cultivation world.

Then he has a good eye for his eyes and cultivates it carefully.

If necessary, the old man must be martyred to make the protagonist realize his enlightenment...

This was what Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu thought before, and for a while, they often went to find Lao Jijiu for no reason and got close to him.

It turned out that the competition was too fierce.

It turns out that almost half of the students in the Mochi Academy are familiar with Lao Jijiu and are getting close to each other...

By the way, there are quite a lot of destiny sons in our Mochi Academy.

At this moment.

The old priest looked at Zhao Rong with wine, and suddenly raised his white eyebrows.

"By the way, there is a small thing. Mr. Xuezheng from the school has been back recently. Well, Tzuyu, please pay a little attention."

Before he could finish his words, he had already twisted his waist and left with his hands behind his back.

The pace seemed a little rushing.

I suddenly told him why this is done, and Mr. Yan is also... I mean, our Luxing Hall etiquette class is about to start?

All told him to pay attention?

Zhao Rong stood there, looking at the old priest's back as he left, his eyes were a little confused, and he was also a little curious.

He felt that he was quite at ease in class, not the kind of person who caused trouble. Such a low-key person would even provoke Mr. Xuezheng.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

Walked back to Luxingtang.

He was about to raise his foot and buried it in the door, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a strange woman standing in front of Yu Huaijin's table in the lobby.

The school was extremely quiet, and everyone sat upright, and they looked at the woman who suddenly appeared with serious expressions.

This strange woman is somewhat similar to Yu Huaijin, and both of them are holding hands.

She stood upright, like a statue of a god in the Confucian Temple, looking meticulous.

At this moment, the strange woman looked down at Yu Huaijin who was copying the word "正" carefully, and suddenly spoke.

"Xuanji, why did you copy this word? Who is punishing you?"

Zhao Rong outside the door couldn't help but stop and suddenly felt an unknown premonition.

Sure enough, the next second, all the students in the Ruxing Hall turned their heads and looked at him with their eyes straight.

Zhao Rong: “…………”
Chapter completed!