Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 242 Don't Be Evil
It was easier for Xiao Wanfa to hit ordinary people than to hit mosquitoes.

It took him 5 seconds to kill directly than to not die from injury. It took him only 1 second to kill.

Looking at the students and gentlemen who were lying on the ground, their bodies twitching and unable to shout, Jiu Yuanzi showed a compassionate expression.

She took out another stack of silver bills and patted them in her hands, as many Ming coins as she wanted, and she made another purchase before entering the dojo.

Jiu Yuanzi walked up to Mr. Song and knelt down, and said to him: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry. To express my apology, how about each of you taking 100 taels of silver to recuperate?"

"Bah! We won't take your filthy money." Mr. Song scolded with backbone, he was the first to be beaten.

Xiao Wanfa didn't control the strength of his shot well, and broke Mr. Song's left hand.

Inexplicably, he was beaten to a bone by an arrogant new student. As a teacher of the academy, how could Mr. Song swallow the anger in his heart.

"This is your fault Mr. Song, you are doing evil." Jiu Yuanzi persuaded.

"I did evil?" Mr. Song just wanted to sit up, but he fell to the ground again in pain, and he cried out.

Jiu Yuanzi nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Song's refusal to ask for medical expenses is just encouraging the wicked."

"Think about it, you are a gentleman, and you have more status in the academy. If you don't want medical expenses, they will definitely not dare to ask for it as a student."

"What should students from poor families do? What kind of money do they use to buy medicine and treat their illnesses, and what to do if they die after delaying their illness? This is the life that my husband killed."

"Even if the family saves money for medical treatment, the mother sells the relics of her deceased husband, and the daughter-in-law sells the dowry, such as silver hairpins or bracelets."

"When the student's injury was healed, he found the jewelry sold by the lady in the hands of the old Wang next door, or the gangster at the street. He thought he was cuckolded, so he couldn't stand it when he returned home and wrote a suicide note, then hanged himself in shame. "

"His wife also went with him because she proved her innocence. This old mother went to the street to beg for food, and the child could only live on the street as a beggar, robbed vicious dogs for food, became a thief, and was interrupted when he grew up."

Jiu Yuanzi's words were like machine guns, spewing out a lot of crackling, which made Mr. Song and all the students unable to recover.

She squeezed out words between her teeth, "Mr. Song, this is all the evil result of your refusal to ask for money."

Finally, someone regained his breath and said dissatisfiedly: "My family is rich, so I will cover all their medical expenses!"

Someone came out to make trouble.

Jiu Yuanzi looked over, he was a chubby senior.

Before she could speak, Xiao Wanfa grabbed a chopstick pillow on the table and threw it at him.

"Bang!" The fat, rich senior fell to the ground with a big swelling on his forehead.

"..." Jiu Yuanzi said to Mr. Song, "Sir, look, the injury this senior is suffering now is your evil."

She smiled and said: "Even if the rich students help you pay for the medicine, have you thought about other common people? I will still give you the money if I hit someone now. If you don't accept it, I will taste the sweetness. In the future If you beat someone else, you won’t pay at all.”

"At that time, there will be many innocent people. Because of your aloofness and pretentiousness, my bad habits will deepen and become worse. After you hurt them, you will not be given money."

"The light ones sold houses and children for medical treatment, and the severe ones had no money for medical treatment. In the end, they died in Huangquan, and the white-haired people gave the black-haired people."

Jiu Yuanzi tapped Mr. Song on the shoulder with his fan, "All this is because of you, Mr. Song."

"Okay! I want money, okay! 200 taels, 200 taels per person, even a penny less!" Mr. Song finally couldn't take it anymore, and cursed fiercely.

Jiu Yuanzi stood up, "I wish I had promised not to, it's really stupid to waste so much of my saliva."

She took out the banknote and asked them to support each other to receive the banknote.

It's not that she is so idle, but that she doesn't know which of these people has no money.

No matter whether you have money or not, now you have taken the bank notes, and you can go to the doctor to see a doctor and recuperate from your injuries.

None of them, because they were poor, looked down on the injury and were too embarrassed to say it, dragged their sick body back to the academy and lost their lives.

Wouldn't it be a waste of my painstaking efforts and money, and I must consider all aspects in doing things.

The students and gentlemen took 200 taels of silver bills, and felt very uncomfortable. The subtle feeling of being humiliated but making a fortune is really uncomfortable.

The third floor was emptied again, and even the fat senior who was knocked out was dragged away by his classmates and friends.

Jiu Yuanzi felt as if he was playing a customs clearance game, and only the last two floors were left before he could meet the prefect.

Speaking of which, the downstairs is like this, but the upper level didn't even take a look at anyone, and the feelings of the students are not very good.

"Wanfa, let's go up and see what monsters and monsters are up there. If it doesn't work, tie them all up and put them in an empty room for three days." Jiu Yuanzi looked at the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

As expected, the students above must be more powerful, and their brains will be better, so it will be a bit tricky.

But it doesn't matter, with little brother Wanfa around, everyone is trivial.

The two went up, and as soon as they reached the fourth floor, they heard someone reciting a poem, "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

"Nice poem!"

"It's really a masterpiece through the ages!"

"I also have a song. Last year on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the lights of the flower market were like daytime. The moon reached the tip of the willows, and people made an appointment after dusk. On the night of the Yuan Dynasty this year, the moon and lights remained the same. I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of the spring shirt were wet with tears."

"This one is also good, really good."

"Sir, I'll write a poem too, the heavens turn around, the sound of Brahma comes from the sky; the tree with thousands of lights shines, and the seven branches of flowers bloom..."

Jiu Yuanzi went upstairs, and saw that the fourth floor was also full of people, but the tables were squeezed to the side, and there was an empty space in the middle, where a few students were composing poems.

They compare with each other and say ancient quatrains.

And most of the students were dissatisfied, especially staring at one of them, that is, the one who said that the person was still there, and the lights were dim.

That look seemed to say, you are shameless, you dare to release a nuclear bomb.

Xiao Wanfa said via voice transmission: "Yuanzi, they are all players, and they all read the poems of the ancients."

"I've already noticed that most of them have short hair." Jiu Yuanzi looked over, there were almost a hundred people upstairs, and more than half of them were players.

Not to mention that the hair is so short, some are even dyed, even those with long hair can be seen from their posture, which is completely different from the aborigines.

She said angrily: "It's too much, we must be targeted by the dojo again. With so many players here, it must be here to enter the dojo, which is so much more convenient than us."

There were more than [-] gentlemen from the Jinming Academy sitting on the field, as well as some nobles in brocade clothes, their palms were all red.

"Good poems, good words! I didn't expect Jinming Academy to have so many talented scholars this year, so many ancient quatrains appeared, and they will definitely be passed down to the palace tomorrow." Those nobles boasted vigorously.

"This time, Jinming Academy will become famous all over the world again!"

The masters of Jinming Academy were also very excited. These are all good poems and words. They have never thought of such a good sentence in their life.

I didn't expect these students, whom I haven't seen before, to be so talented. This year's scientific examination will definitely pass a lot of exams.

It was so exciting.

The players on the fourth floor also saw that Jiu Yuanzi and Xiao Wanfa were players, mainly because they recognized Jiu Yuanzi.

A woman disguised as a man, and this already somewhat famous face.

She wouldn't think that if she combed her hair up, these people would be blind to recognize her as a woman, would she?
There are still several scenes available, why did you choose this place full of men?

You can be an oiran or a harem!
That is the main battlefield where her face should go.

Jiu Yuanzi sat in the middle facing the fourth floor, and the old man who seemed to be full of hearts cupped his hands and said, "Student has seen Mr."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Oh, you are also a freshman this year, you really are a good-looking talent, you are a talent."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Jiu Yuanzi smiled.

Some players said: "Sir, this is a woman disguised as a man."

"Nonsense, I'm not old and dim-sighted yet. This is obviously a man. Your literary talent is already very high. Don't be jealous of other people's beauty." The old man scolded.

"If you can't do Tanhua, you can still be a Juren."

Jiu Yuanzi looked at the man, laughed out loud, and said via voice transmission: "Yuan Zhouli, I'm afraid you are looking for death."

Yuan Zhouli didn't know how to transmit sound, so he lowered his head and looked aside, pretending that he didn't hear the threat.

(End of this chapter)