No matter how Lin Shan explained next, Pei Zhenren shook his head like a rattle and refused to say anything. He swore in his heart.

Not to mention that your kid has caused huge trouble. No one can stop Qianyunge's anger. More importantly, I really don't dare to take in this disaster star like you!

You just get into trouble everywhere, and then you act like a normal person afterwards. How serious are you!

Can't afford to offend.

Lin Shan said with a grimace: First of all, I didn't take the initiative to provoke anyone.

They are all passive takeovers, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Secondly, many of the consequences are chain reactions afterwards. I didn't know about it at all. I really didn't deliberately lie to you.

Although Mr. Pei is very talkative, of course it cannot be ruled out that it is because he is now living under someone else's roof. He still couldn't help but sigh:

"You are hopeless. Don't try to clear your name in this life. You have too many debts to bear, so just follow the devil's path until you end up in trouble!"

Lin Shan's eyes filled with tears and he bowed repeatedly: "Save me, Master!"

With a look of unbearable expression on his face, Mr. Pei stretched out his palm like an old dead tree and patted his shoulder gently: "My child, remember to give birth to a good child in your next life. You are really hopeless..."

At this time, the martial arts instructor happened to be passing by, and when he saw someone stealing away from practicing martial arts, he suddenly shouted: "What are you doing?"

Both Lin Shan and Pei Zhenren were startled, and they quickly stood up, one dared to teach and the other dared to learn, and they really showed off their gestures.

The martial arts instructor stopped and watched for a while, then nodded and turned around to inspect the next team.

Later, Lin Shan did not give up his job just because Master Pei retreated, but instead taught him martial arts diligently. Master Pei also studied very seriously and seemed to have forgotten what happened before.

It was noon, and the sun was high in the sky.

Everyone was exhausted from practicing, their eyes were dizzy, and they could no longer stand firm.

Finally, as time expired, the red-robed young "martial arts instructor" was shaken all over, and his temperament changed drastically in the next moment.

"There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat. If you don't study hard now, how will you be able to be your wife, your wife, your son, and be the king and prime minister in the future!"

"???"

"???"

"???"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Listening to this old mantra, they suddenly had another impression, because this voice appeared the most often with the other two voices in the previous two days and two nights. One of them was the previous "Martial Instructor", and This person is no stranger to them either.

Master Cen,

A teacher at a private school.

This person loves to chatter the most, and his level of chatter is even more terrifying than that of a monk chanting sutras. He always likes to talk about long truths at every turn, which is simply annoying.

The people in the demonic path all lamented that it was over now. The "martial arts leader" was here before, and if they encountered reinforcements from the righteous path, they might be able to protect them. Now if they were replaced by this old master who had no power to restrain a chicken, wouldn't he be captured by then?

People in the righteous way smile happily and study when they are studying. What we are not afraid of most is wasting time. Waiting for us to spend our days leisurely here, people from the righteous way will naturally come to rescue us.

The newly-appeared "Master Cen" ignored this and directly ordered everyone present to sit down cross-legged and start class.

And he himself took out an ancient book from nowhere and began to read from the book.

"The black sky is transformed into demons, and death is like a night. Luohu comes to the world, the sky collapses and the earth splits, evil spirits gather and filth gathers, and blood sacrifices lead to calamity..."

"Sigh, what nonsense!"

This seems to be a magic book. It was originally lying in the storage space of the Dharma Protector, but Master Cen took it out and mistakenly thought it was a teaching material.

Master Cen's face was a little confused, and he was a little flustered in his heart. He quickly continued to flip left and right, took out another classic from another storage space, shook his head and started reading.

"The jade dew returns the elixir, the golden liquid on the top of the dry head, the beads fall into the yellow court, the mind is in concentration, the soul shines silently, the breath is lingering... What is this mess?"

This seems to be a Taoist classic that explains the key to breaking through the bottleneck of the golden elixir stage. It was originally lying quietly in the storage space of Lei Yinzi, the true biography of Zixiao Sect, but was mistaken by Master Cen as a teaching material.

Now the old master became even more panicked. It seemed that he didn't have much ink in his chest and could not survive without the book. He hurriedly continued to search, and after searching for a long time, he finally took out a book again.

This gilt-gilded booklet is full of simplicity, has a strong scholarly aroma, and is very old. The four characters "Zhou Gong's Etiquette" are clearly visible on the cover, and it seems to contain the burning wisdom of ancient sages.

Mr. Cen was now convinced that he finally found a classic of ethics that could teach these "students" a lesson!

"Yin and yang merge, the heaven and earth are in perfect harmony, the man's yang is as hot as fire, the woman's yin is as cold and soft as water, water and milk blend together, yin and yang are in harmony, this is the great joy of creation and enlightenment...ah!"

"WTF!"

Master Cen was so furious that he jumped three feet high and threw the book to the ground. The four big words on the cover "Etiquette of Duke Zhou" looked really hot to the eyes.

"The words of tiger and wolf, the sound of ecstasy, are unlucky!"

A group of "students" below saw the master's anger and hurriedly agreed, but their eyes were erratic, and they were secretly glancing at the "Great Joyful Method" on the ground, feeling itchy and eager to see what was going on.

"I don't know if it's the treasure of the Protector Dharma King or the Taoist Lei Yinzi. The former is fine, but if it's the latter... tsk tsk tsk~"

Everyone secretly gossiped and speculated on the stories of the two dead people.

But Master Cen in front of him was riding a tiger with difficulty, and his heart was in a mess.

Although this old scholar was a private school teacher in the countryside, he didn't actually have much literary talent. He only relied on literacy to read enlightenment textbooks to the children of the villagers in eight villages. He really wanted to let him explain the profound principles of governing the country. , he also had a black eye.

Now I see five to six hundred people below me all staring at me, my mind is in a state of confusion, and I can't recite the Four Books and Five Classics. This is really embarrassing and embarrassing.

But at this moment, it seemed that fate met, and another wave of monks happened to pass by Yimeng Mountain.

Everyone in Zhengdao was instantly overjoyed. The reinforcements finally arrived, and now we were saved.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But then they stopped laughing.

Because the troops passing by this time were not the troops of the righteous path, but the defeated troops of the demonic path. The leader was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, who turned out to be a real person in the golden elixir stage.

When the Demonic Golden Core Protector saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned and felt ridiculous for no reason.

Five to six hundred people from both the good and the evil sides gathered together and were attending class, forget it.

The teacher on the podium is actually just a young man in red robe.

Um?

Does this person look familiar?

The protector of the Golden Core Stage of the Demonic Path took a second look. Although the red-robed young man's temperament had changed drastically, he was still recognized by him.

Isn't this my old rival on the front line, the Zixiao Sect's Nascent Soul seed "Lei Yinzi"?

What a good boy, you actually openly blocked me at the Qingzhou Fortress, and even captured a bunch of demonic monks, pretending to be gods and ghosts, and dancing and writing!

In this case, I will fight you to the death today!

"Lei Yinzi, do you still remember Yin Wuming in the Blood River Palace?"

There was a loud shout from the sky, and the demonic monks on the ground recognized the person. Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace was also famous in the demonic camp.

The leader of the joint law enforcement and detective team of the three demon sects, he was responsible for hunting down fugitives in the East China Sea. He successively captured the Huishan old ghost, killed the three Zhangtai monsters, expelled the turtle master, and violently collapsed the lake.

Later, when he attacked the Song Dynasty, he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. He once fought several battles with the Yuan Ying seed "Lei Yinzi" of the Zixiao Sect. The two of them were indifferent, and he was one of the few rising stars in the battle between good and evil.

However, after the demonic path declined and a defensive strategy was adopted, the eastern hinterland was severely infiltrated by the righteous monks, so the joint law enforcement and detective team was reorganized and Yin Wuming was once again used to search for spies everywhere.

After the avalanche on the front line, Yin Wuming bloodbathed several cultivation families and sects, and found that it was of no use to the overall situation, so he was forced to evacuate to the East China Sea.

As for "Lei Yinzi" of the Zixiao Sect, he never met Yin Wuming again because he spent all his time in the field after being taken away by the "Guardian Dharma King" Nascent Soul.

Now that the two met under such circumstances, Yin Wuming thought that his old rival was blocking the road, so he planned to attack them in one go.

I saw a large blood-colored handprint condensed in the sky, and it suddenly shrouded it. The disgusting smell of blood filled the surroundings. Looking at its coverage, it not only pointed at the red-robed young man, but also included all the righteous monks below!

Everyone in the Righteous Path panicked, and Zhenren Pei even had a miserable face and cold hands and feet. Not to mention that his cultivation level was banned now, even in his heyday, he could not escape the murderous hands. Who knew Yin Wuming from the Blood River Palace? How many Righteous cultivators died in his hands?

It's endless, it's simply infamous.

Everyone in the Demonic Way was beaming and rejoicing. Unexpectedly, the reinforcements from the Righteous Way had not arrived yet, and the Demonic Way's troops were defeated... No, the Demonic Way's reinforcements came back first. This was really the right time.

It just so happens that the "martial arts leader" is silent and the "Master Cen" appears. How to resist a great master like Yin Wuming?

Unfortunately,

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Although Master Cen was a mortal in the past, he also had a lot of fighting experience from the "Dharma Protector King" throughout his life, and he also had no shortage of fighting instincts.

In less than a moment, the Demonic Golden Core Protector and his men were also captured on the spot.

Yin Wuming sat cross-legged on the grass in the forest with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Opposite him, Mr. Pei was glaring at him, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

After searching for a long time, Mr. Cen finally found a worthy "reading book".

So he started shaking his head and reciting again. The monks from both the good and the evil sides had their heads drooped, feeling confused and drowsy. No one was interested in the class.

This old scholar was also a practical person, and he firmly believed that in teaching and educating people, a strict teacher must produce a good disciple. Once he found that someone was not paying attention to the lecture, he would directly take out a ruler and hit the palm of his hand, which made everyone angry and afraid to speak, so they could only swallow their anger.

Especially the Black Skeleton Demon Lord, he was beaten the most.

Who made it have dull eyes, two eye sockets with black holes, and only the soul fire in the skull is occasionally revealed? If the old scholar doesn't hit it, who will hit it?

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord looked at the broken bone hand and was about to cry. Why is it that I am always the one who gets hurt?

I want to go back to the hell world!

Of course, this is just a thought, after all, it is a skeleton with dreams.
To be continued...