This witch, please stay

Chapter 75
Did a few bubbles pop out of the crimson lava lake, splashing hot lava little by little.

The scalding heat wave swirled on the surging lava and rushed towards the lake.

Standing on the two small snow-white swords, Xun Ming took out a golden talisman, and with a twist of his wrist, he threw it straight over the lava lake.

The ghost-like strokes on the golden talisman paper burst into light and flew away, but just after crossing the crimson rock by the lake and entering the sky above the lava, it seemed to have been hit by an old punch suddenly. The rune dimmed instantly, fell softly, and finally turned into ashes in a cluster of short-lived flames, merging into the golden-yellow-red lava.

The corner of Xun Ming's mouth curled slightly, although he had expected it, but after the real verification, there should be no shortage of regrets.

After sighing helplessly, two small white swords slipped out of his sleeves and landed at his feet, forming four sides of a square with the original two "partners".

Jumping in the air, he took out a white futon from the storage ring and put it under his buttocks, and Xun Ming sat cross-legged steadily on the temporary "small platform".

With a twist of his wrist, he grasped a long and thin white fishing rod, twisted his wrist, and then threw a crescent moon behind him, throwing the line straight into the lava lake. There was a reluctance on the face, but the movements of the hands were not sloppy at all.

Alas, it doesn't mean that our hands are itchy and want to fish.

This is really no way!
Sitting in the sky on the snow-white futon and holding a long snow-white pole, the snow-white clothes are particularly eye-catching in the volcanic cave with red and gold as the background color.

The fairy sits alone on the Diaoyutai.

Indescribable freehand style.

Looking at the snow-white fishing rod with the texture of white jade and the coolness in his hand, Xun Ming was indescribably satisfied. He couldn't help turning his wrist slightly, and at the same time rubbed the handle of the rod with his thumb slightly, becoming more and more fond of it.

This fishing rod, a magic weapon made from Tianyin Yuzhu, has the inscription "Kong Ruo Po Jun" on the rod body, so Xun Ming was given the name "Kong Jun" by "cutting the head and removing the tail". .

If the air breaks the average, the air averages, it sounds good.

At the beginning, Xun Ming was like a blessing to his soul. After he took such a wonderful name, he felt that there seemed to be a law of the universe flowing between the heavens and the earth.

So he was even more sure that the name he chose must be unique!
God can't sit still after hearing this?

However, after getting this fishing rod that made Xun Ming, who is a young suzerain, feel a little painful, before he had time to get addicted to it, he slapped his good master and shattered the prototype of the golden elixir. Then dropped down the mountain.

How can you fish with a fishing rod in the fish pond at the foot of the mountain?
When this fishing rod is lowered, the aura emitted can "drunk" the fish, so what's the fun of fishing?

In addition, the fishing rod was made of Tianyin bamboo, so Xun Ming was afraid that he would catch a water ghost with a single rod.

After entering the empty state of fishing in this way for a long time, Xun Mingcai was agitated and pulled back the hook suddenly, almost yelling.

Damn, I forgot to bait...

Holding the fishing line above the white jade hook that had not been immersed in lava lake water, Xun Ming thought for a while, then took out a fiery red spiritual fruit the size of a lychee, cut off a small piece of it with his sword finger, and put it into the fishhook , issued a "sizzling" sound.

Huo, it's still hot.

After just putting on the bait for a while, Xun Ming felt the heat from his fingertips.

But the thumb-knuckle-sized spiritual fruit still looks tender and juicy because of its fire nature.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, Xun Ming thickened the spiritual power "barrier" around him a few more times, and then took out a snow-white mountain gown and put it on the outside of his original clothes .

After suddenly feeling a lot cooler, Xun Mingcai threw out a crescent moon again and threw the hook into the lake.

Wait for the fish to bite.

……

In the school with the resounding sound of children reading, it took a long time for a few strong men to wake up.

It was as if an iron rod had been stirred through their minds, and the intense dizziness was like a tumbling tide, hitting the back of their heads with pain.

Head hurts……

That skinny monkey-like rickety man had hooked fingers, clutching his head tightly, with a painful expression on his wretched face.

The middle-aged man who was so angry before really wanted to kill him.

A warm and mellow male voice came from in front of them.

"Several, the Shushu has the rules of the Shushu."

Rules, what rules?
Didn't you see that Grandpa is having a headache? !

The thin monkey middle-aged man who was in charge of the group waved his hands casually, without raising his head, he said:

"Don't bother grandpa, stay wherever it's cool!"

As soon as the thin monkey finished speaking, the children's reading in the school stopped abruptly.

In the whole room, the sound of needles falling instantly became audible.

what?What else is there to fix?How much strength does the scholar have to bear to death?
The middle-aged skinny monkey with a splitting headache had his short eyes closed tightly, and hissed non-stop, not noticing the weirdness of the surrounding atmosphere at all.

It was that clever young man again, who stretched out a finger and poked his uncle's waist, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

The group of people was originally "spreading" on the ground one by one, but after waking up, they straightened their upper body and changed into a sitting position.

But at this time, except for the "Tongbei Ape" who was holding his head, the others all unconsciously lowered their bodies, like the farmer who planted rice seedlings on the ground.

The middle-aged man who was poked by the skinny monkey raised his eyebrows angrily, opened his eyes and cursed:

"Poke what! And everyone is dumb..."

The word "la" of "dumb" suddenly stuck in the thin monkey's throat, and his expression froze on his face, as if he had been struck by lightning.

This damn...is the teacher? !
A burly man no less than ten feet tall, with a forehead that looked like it was about to reach the sky, just looked at him quietly, his bulging and knotted muscles stretched out the curves of the incomparably wide blue Confucian shirt.

The rickety and thin monkey known as the "Tongbei Ape" on the mountain swallowed imperceptibly, and then comforted himself in his heart.

The reckless man at the foot of the mountain practiced strength to death.

I said, it's useless.

"Go to the back, one person, one notebook and one pen, and copy the Analects of Confucius once by the most holy teacher. The handwriting must be clear, there must be no typos, and one wrong word will be copied more than once."

That warm and mellow voice sounded again, but in the ears of everyone, it was indescribably awkward.

After being slightly taken aback, the faces of the few people who came to their senses suddenly changed, and they all turned to look at their uncle.

His eyes were full of hope.

Of course, the rickety man knows his juniors very well, just like himself, it hurts his head when he sees those densely packed ghostly symbols.

You can die, but you can't read.

Then those strong young men watched their uncle slap the floor heavily with anticipation, shouted "copy your mother's book" imposingly, jumped up, and his whole body was rolling with anger and blood.

then.

It was just to slap the teacher who looked like a small hill and slapped him into the ground.

Those indifferent eyes looked slowly:
"You guys, carry him to the back, and tell him to copy it twice when he wakes up later."

(End of this chapter)