Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 7

Master Song kept his face calm and said, "It's okay." He ordered Wang Chong to sit down, and resumed his lecture.

The children in the same class were lacking in academic ability, and each of them listened to Song Gonglian continue to talk about the collection of six countries with sad faces.

The T-shaped class has only one class a day, and after the morning, there is nothing to do in the afternoon.

Song Gonglian stopped school, told the students to go on their own, and hurried to find the dean.

Xun Fa, the dean of Bailu Academy, is a great Confucianist in the world, and his disciples are old all over the world. Seeing Song Gonglian coming here happily, he smiled lightly and said, "Why is Gonglian so happy?"

Song Gonglian replied: "Isn't it a joy to have a smart child get it and teach it!"

Xun Fa was slightly stunned, and asked, "How can there be smart children in the T-shaped class?"

Song Gonglian said with a smile: "The dean doesn't know that there is a child prodigy coming to our hospital?"

Although Xun Fa is the dean of Bailu Academy, he doesn't manage common affairs. Wang Chong, a young boy, came to study, so it wouldn't alarm this great Confucianist. "

Song Gonglian hurriedly told about Wang Chong's recitation of the Anthology of the Six Kingdoms in class, and shouted: "This kind of child prodigy should be in the C class."

Xun Fa was very surprised, and said: "Let that child come to my place tomorrow, and wait for someone to personally assess his homework. If he really has enough academic ability, he will be admitted to Class C."

Song Gonglian had recommended Wang Chong, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What is the origin of the black cloud in the daytime, and Mr. Xiao?"

Xun Fa sighed, and said, "I don't speak strange powers."

Sure enough, Song Gonglian didn't have any more words, raised his hand slightly, and walked away freely.

Bailu Academy only has two meals in the morning and evening, and no lunch. After class, Xiao Chong was about to go back to the warehouse and dormitory, and then go to endorse, when suddenly a flash of light appeared in his mind, and there was an inscription shining brightly.

This inscription is completely different from the one manipulating the ancient bronze ring. It is deep and deep, and the water is endless, and it has the meaning of being irresistible. Not big, but still resistable.

Xiaochong hesitated slightly, but after all, he was young and curious, following the power generated by this inscription, he walked out of the academy leisurely.

Bailu City is built on the mountain, and Bailu Academy is at the foot of Bailu Mountain. After leaving the academy, Bailu Mountain is not far away.

Xiao Chong walked for less than half an hour, and the surroundings were barren mountains and wild mountains, and there was no one inhabited.

Although Xiao Chong is bold and not afraid, he is not a reckless child. Seeing the desolation around him, he hesitated a little and wanted to turn around.

He was thinking about it, and just as he lifted his foot, the inscription in his mind, which was deep and deep, endless, vast, and impenetrable, vibrated slightly, flew out of his mind, and landed in the bushes.

Responding to this, a cloud of black air slowly soared into the air, spinning around in the air above the bushes.

Xiao Chong was a little dumb, and thought: "This cloud of black air looks like the shape of some old demon Luo controlling it, but it is much smaller. Could it be the black cloud and broken horns that fell from the fight between Mr. Xiao and Old Demon Luo?"

He had experience in manipulating copper rings, he thought about the inscription for a while silently, and reached out with his hand, and the black energy was indeed drawn into his hands.

The tentacles of this mass of black air are soft, as if there is nothing, it will shatter when squeezed, passing by like water, it will be divided and closed at will.

Xiaochong played with it for a while, then thought: "I wonder if there are others nearby?"

With this thought in his heart, the inscription on the inscription was pulled straight to the south like a dragon waking up.

Xiao Chong knew that there was no danger, so he went happily. After a while, he found the second cloud of black air.When the two balls of black air touched lightly, they melted into one ball, but it grew stronger and solidified a lot.

After all, Xiaochong is a 12-year-old boy, and his playfulness is not diminished by reading too much.

He ran here and there according to the guidance of the inscription in his mind, which was deep and deep, endless and vast, like a dragon waking up from a sting, with the meaning of being irresistible.When the sky was dark, nineteen black clouds were found, which merged into one whole, with a size of half an acre, within which faint sounds of wind and thunder were bred and swayed back and forth.

Xiaochong wanted to search again, but the inscription in his mind was silent, and seeing that it was too late, he made up his mind and walked back to the academy.

He walked a long way in the afternoon, and he didn't know the way, and he didn't see the wall of Bailu Academy until midnight.

Seeing that the gate of the academy was closed, Xiaochong didn't bother to knock on the door. He found a low courtyard wall, climbed over it, and hurried back to the attic of the warehouse.

Zhu Ying was lying down with all his clothes on, when he suddenly heard some movement, he quickly reached out and grabbed a dagger, and shouted: "Who is it?"

Xiao Chong hurriedly shouted: "Brother Zhu, don't panic, I'm the one who came back."

Zhu Ying didn't see Wang Chong all afternoon, and thought that he had temporarily left the academy for something and would not be returning tonight. Hearing this, she giggled and said, "Why come back at midnight?"

He lit the oil lamp, saw that Xiao Chong had a lot of dust on his body, and his face was tired, he couldn't help being slightly surprised, and asked, "Where did he go, and he was in such a mess?"

Xiao Chong replied: "It's ashamed to say, I was wandering in the back mountain, I accidentally lost my way, and I just found it tonight."

He was about to take off his clothes and lie down, but he saw that Zhu Ying's hair was disheveled, but he was not at all sloppy. Yupan'an and Wei Jiezi are just like that."

Zhu Ying's face flushed slightly, but she didn't show any embarrassment, and retorted with a smile: "You are not an ancient person, how do you know Song Yupan'an and Wei Jiezi?"

Xiao Chong said casually: "Although I don't know, I'm sure I can't compare to Brother Zhu."

Zhu Ying couldn't help but said, "What do I look like?"

The little insect read casually: "Pianpian Zhusheng, like the sun in the east, is ten and four years old, and the light car follows the wind. He has a kind face, smiles, speaks well, speaks a gentleman, and is as gentle as jade. You are handsome in appearance, and you are obedient Yixian, look forward to the flying gods, Yaoyao peaches and plums."

Zhu Ying's face was powdered, and she said, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

"I am angry."

Xiao Chong was slightly stunned, and thought to himself: "What's wrong with father's poems? Why is Brother Zhu angry?"

A few years ago, his father had sent an insurance family to send back a volume of collections, and wrote a letter: "Only show it to Wang Chong, and no second person is allowed to read it." Wang Chong's mother was not uncommon, and gave the collection to Wang Chong I lost my son, no more questions.

Wang Chong's father sent back the collection of the old house, collected more than a hundred poems and essays, dozens of articles, and wrote instructions on the title page, asking his son to recite them thoroughly.

Xiaochong flipped through it a little at the time, and felt that all the poems and essays in it were peerless, and all the articles were amazing. He guessed that it was written by his father. title.

He has great admiration for his father's literary talents, but he doesn't take this matter seriously, and he is determined not to use it, not to be greedy for it.

At this time, I was joking with Zhu Ying in private, and casually recited a poem praising young men's sex, but I didn't expect Zhu Ying not to like it.

Afraid of offending his friend, Xiao Chong hurriedly apologized, but Zhu Ying chuckled and said, "Unless you write another poem, I will forgive you if I am satisfied."

(End of this chapter)