Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

As soon as Ji Mingzhao returned to the small courtyard from the Secret Treasure Pavilion, he welcomed a new visitor.

She had a heart attack for no reason, it was an instinctive reaction, just like when the head teacher came out of the window in high school, she didn't even see the figure, it seemed that the sixth sense could sense the chilling aura, in an instant, the hairs fell down Standing vertically, the two sides are fighting each other, almost wanting to grab the ground with their heads.

A teacher with only two years of teaching experience can skillfully exude this invisible murderous aura that intimidates students, let alone a senior teacher with hundreds of years of teaching experience. It feels that outside the door, it must be Qingyuan.

Ji Mingzhao did some psychological training for himself, took a few deep breaths, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

The door creaked and opened slowly, revealing Qing Yuan's unsurprising face.

At this moment, the expression on Qing Yuan's face was as if her high school class teacher looked at her who just came back from the training camp and knew nothing except her name, and hated iron and steel: "You're back?"

Ji Mingzhao nodded, and saluted Qing Yuan: "Master."

Qing Yuan accepted the gift: "Follow me."

Ji Mingzhao nodded, wondering if Wei Mingyue had told Qing Yuan that her actions were for Xiao Zhe, Ji Mingzhao guessed that Wei Mingyue must not have told the truth, otherwise Qing Yuan would not have been so calm.

When they arrived in the library, the two had a brief apprenticeship ceremony. Ji Mingzhao brought a cup of tea to Qing Yuan. After Qing Yuan drank the tea, the ceremony was considered complete. Ji Mingzhao officially became Qing Yuan's third person who was still alive. apprentice.

Qing Yuan sat back in his seat again, and motioned for Ji Mingzhao to sit opposite him, and then asked very cautiously: "Are you literate?"

Ji Mingzhao knew that Qing Yuan was scared out of PTSD by the illiterate Xu Guangbai, so he immediately gave Qing Yuan a reassurance: "Yes, yes."

Qing Yuan was still worried, he took out a copy of "Thousand Characters" for children's literacy, and put it in front of Ji Mingzhao: "Read."

In order to reassure Qing Yuan fundamentally, Ji Mingzhao picked up the book and read it word by word.

When he read the second page, Qing Yuan stopped, believing that Ji Mingzhao could really read: "With your current cultivation, the most important thing now is to absorb spiritual energy, strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality..." Qing Yuan continued Dao said that Ji Mingzhao's situation should be based on some basics, so there is no need to go to school to learn basic knowledge, Qing Yuan is quite optimistic about this.

He handed Ji Mingzhao a copy of the method of running the mind: "You should have some problems in running the exercises before. Even with meridians like yours, as a single spiritual root, you shouldn't be so slow. Try this method, and it should be within a year. You have made a breakthrough, and when you reach the second floor of Qi training, I will choose a door for you."

"...Master."

Qing Yuan raised his head to look at Ji Mingzhao, for some reason, his heart suddenly jumped for no reason.

Sure enough, Ji Mingzhao said with some difficulty: "I don't know how to practice the exercises."

……

Qing Yuan was silent for a long time, and slowly raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

The fatigue of the middle-aged old teacher rushed to Ji Mingzhao's face, and Ji Mingzhao almost burst into tears.

Of the two newly recruited apprentices, one is illiterate and the other is illiterate.

……

"...Forget it, one is teaching."

One is teaching, and the other is pulling.

Senior Ph.D supervisor Qing Yuan let out a long sigh.

This fate, he admitted.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will personally take you to retreat." Qing Yuan looked at Ji Mingzhao, his eyes flashed with determination that Ji Mingzhao dared not look directly at, "Don't be lazy!"

"……Yes."

……

……

On the other side, a ray of light flew into Wei Mingyue's study room, unfolded slowly in front of her, and turned into a blank sheet of paper. There were still only a few words on the paper: The Western Shuohui Department sent reinforcements.

Wei Mingyue tapped lightly on the table with his hand, and soon Xu Hui came in from the door: "Sovereign."

"Let Zhou Jingzhi bring a few monks from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Shuohui Ministry for support."

"Yes."

……

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In eventful autumn, everything is worrying.

"I don't know how long they can send people over this time."

"...as soon as the letter arrives."

The moon is very round tonight, evenly sprinkled on the grass, and it seems that you can hear the sound of the green growing upwards.

Today is the bonfire festival on the grassland. At this time, the herdsmen will stop and celebrate the richness of the grassland all night, praying that the goddess on the grassland will continue to protect the grassland, so that the cattle and sheep will grow strong, and the milk will flow like a river. .

This carnival usually lasts for ten days. During the ten days, the herdsmen drink and dance happily. The young people of the right age dance a wild dance in front of the girl they like. Dancing together, in the sound of everyone's blessings, they will tie the knot soon.

In such a grand festival, there are always people who seem out of place.

On the other side of the pasture, fifty miles away from the pasture, there is a man and a woman sitting together on the grass. The couple looks to be about 30 years old. The man looks as rough as a yak, and the woman is also very strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Looks enthusiastic.

Judging by their looks alone, these two people are very suitable for this grassland, but these two people are far away from the crowd, sitting alone on the hillside, looking at the sky full of stars.

"...The moon is quite round today." The man sighed.

"Yeah," the woman nodded, "like biscuits."

"I'm hungry for what I said," the man named Xiong Sheng took out a piece of milk cake from his arms, tore half of it and handed it to the woman, "Yuanchi, you have a bite too, it can be considered a festive celebration."

Yuan Chi took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth casually: "This time the situation is a bit tricky."

"...That can't be helped," Xiong Sheng sighed, "Even if we stop it, it won't work."

"Hiss... tell me, is there any way to lure 'him' away from Lu Sanniang?"

"Don't even think about it." Xiong Sheng chewed the milk cake vigorously as if venting his anger. His spiritual sense crossed the hillside and went straight to the singing and dancing crowd, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered by Lu Sanniang.

Faintly, Lu Sanniang and Xiucai, one person and one ghost, were singing and dancing in the crowd, drinking glasses of milk and wine, with smiles on their faces.

"We tried so many times, 'he' just grew on Lu Sanniang's body, and we couldn't even tear it off."

"..." Yuan Chi lowered his head and took another bite of the pancake, "Why don't we just ignore it? Look at it now, it seems that these two people just want to live their own lives... If there is really no threat..."

"What are you thinking?" Xiong Sheng interrupted, "Then the lives of the villagers of Wuhuo Village are not fate, are the lives of those who were killed a hundred years ago not life? They got away with it, it's too much for God."

Yuan Chi lowered his head and looked at the grass under his feet: "...Yeah, 'he' has a low level of cultivation, and every time he picks ordinary people first."

The Fu Mo Sect has not been established for a long time, and there are only three generations so far, so it is not clear about the fact that the defeated sect was driven into the unclean land back then, but only a rough idea.

At the beginning, the monks who came out of the unclean land just wanted to take back the territory and take revenge. Since 'he' started to show his prominence, ordinary people became the first targets of these monks, and they died in the hands of 'him'. Tens of thousands.

Lu Sanniang's life is life, so the lives of other people are also life.

small theater:
Yuanchi: cold pot, cold stove and cold cake.

Lu Sanniang: Hot water, hot room, hot bed.

Xiong Sheng: Hengpi: There is a big difference.