Crematorium for all staff, and the fairy cultivator will quit with her

Chapter 6 Disciple Training
Su Furong went to give lessons to the new disciples early in the morning, it was a bit noisy between classes, Su Furong mainly taught the beginners of swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship class was on the sect's competition stage. Su Furong briefly taught them the mind method and a few sword moves, and then let them learn to practice by themselves.

They have just started, they haven't exercised yet, and the foundation has not yet been laid. After teaching them all at once, they will backfire.

She glanced at these disciples and found that they were all well-qualified. On the contrary, Yu Qingqing seemed a little ordinary, and even worshiped under Wudu Immortal Venerable. It seemed that this was the treatment of a daughter of heaven.

Holding the sword, Yu Qingqing looked around casually. In the past, Su Qingyun always followed Su Furong, but this time she only saw Su Furong.

She glanced at Su Furong calmly, seeing the woman flipping the yellowed scroll in her hand, she didn't even look up at everyone.

For some reason, she didn't like Su Furong's behavior. She put down the sword in her hand and saw that her companions didn't know what to do next, so she hesitated to ask Su Furong.

She put down the sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the ground to make a sound.

For a second or two, Su Furong still didn't look up at him.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak.

"Senior Sister Su, there are many disciples who have never learned it, please ask Sister to teach it again."

Su Furong looked up and saw that Yu Qingqing was holding the sword, her peach eyes were full of anger, Su Furong put away the introductory book on elixir in her hand.

"What can't you do?" She said, her voice clear and light.

"I..." Yu Qingqing was a little speechless, and went to look at other disciples, who avoided her sight.

"In an hour-long class, Senior Sister Su taught two sword moves, and then hid aside to rest. If you don't want to teach, Senior Sister can apply to the division by yourself, so why waste the time of Senior Sister and everyone else."

Yu Qingqing was eloquent, she felt that Su Furong just didn't want to teach, so she was so perfunctory.

The disciples were a little moved when they heard the words, they didn't show it on the surface, but they began to complain about Su Furong in their hearts.

If you don't want to teach, you don't have to teach, the sect will arrange other teachers to teach, but she is like this, she is unwilling to teach, and wants to dominate everyone's time.

Su Furong could see the thoughts of these people with just one glance, she glanced at them, stood up, her drapey skirt fluttered slightly.

"Don't you want me to teach you?" She walked among several people, and lightly placed her fingers on the hand of a man who raised the sword. The sword in that man's hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it fell to the ground with a thunderclap.

"The strength is vain, and I can't even hold the sword."

She walked slowly through the crowd, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, sweating on their brows nervously, not knowing who would fall next.

Following Su Furong's voice, there were more and more sounds of the sword falling to the ground.

"The calf is weak, and the gait is vain."

"Weak footing, trembling."

"..." She mentioned the shortcomings of these people one by one, and finally she looked at Yu Qingqing, "Come on, recite the magic formula I taught you just now."

Where did Yu Qingqing remember the formula, she was all focused on her mission just now.

Her face was a little pale, and she felt that the person in front of her was a little aggressive.

"Sister, I..."

Seeing this appearance, Su Furong was annoyed, screaming with hatred in her heart.

It's like this again, it's this inexplicable hatred for no reason.

As if being put on the puppet thread of heaven, she lowered her eyes, why did she have to provoke her.

"I was teaching just now, and you were restless, looking around, and now you say that you haven't learned it, so you tell me, I have to teach it several times before you are willing to bring your brain to listen?"

When Su Furong said this, her tone didn't even fluctuate, she was just stating a fact.

Yu Qingqing's face was flushed, and she stood there at a loss, until she saw a white figure outside the crowd, her eyes turned red, and she shouted aggrievedly: "Master."

Wudu Xianzun looked at his little disciple, standing in the crowd with red eyes, looking helpless and helpless, while the face of the woman opposite was frosty.

A trace of sympathy suddenly flashed across his heart, and he was subconsciously displeased with Su Furong, the number one disciple.

"My apprentice, it's my turn to learn from others."

A tall and straight man came from the sky, Yu Qingqing ran to his side, seemed to find someone who could support him, and pitifully called out to Master.

Su Furong watched coldly, and slowly sat back on her bamboo chair.

"Since Uncle Wudu said so, it's better to take it home to teach the exercises by yourself, than to let my apprentice ignore the teacher in class and make provocative words."

Wudu looked helplessly at the little girl in front of him who seemed to be about to cry again.

Looking at Su Furong, who was indifferent all around him, he felt that Su Furong seemed to have become colder than before. When he saw them in the past, although they were not warm, they were respectful enough.

"Afu, Qingqing is young and has a stubborn temper. I will take her back and teach her. Don't worry about her."

Su Furong glanced at him with a half-smile, but didn't say anything.

With this glance, Wudu suddenly felt that he seemed to be a bit shorter in front of this junior.

Yu Qingqing naturally also noticed the weakness in her master's tone. She glared at the person in front of her, but because she was the chief disciple of the sect, she was so arrogant to her master.

She secretly vowed that one day, she would stand taller than her and make her pay for what she did recently.

She grabbed Wudu's robe, "Master, what do you say to her? The senior sister is unwilling to teach her everything she has learned, and she also verbally attacks her disciples. I don't care for this kind of teacher."

Wudu frowned, the fact that the sect sent Su Furong to teach his disciples the skills is naturally reasonable, every time the disciples brought out by Su Furong are faster and better than the disciples brought by others, no matter in terms of physical endurance or swordsmanship.

The most important thing in training is to lay a good foundation. Kunlun Mountain ranks first in strength all year round, and the overall strength of its disciples is stronger than other sects. Naturally, Su Furong's training is indispensable.

Although I don't know what method Su Furong used, it is indeed a fact that the disciple's strength has improved.

Su Furong didn't care about Yu Qingqing's words, and casually glanced at everyone, "You think so too?"

The disciples looked at each other without speaking.

Su Furong stood up, "Those who are willing to follow me in class, stand still, those who don't want to follow me in class, can stand on the other side, and the sect will arrange other elders to teach you."

These words were like a thunderbolt, Yu Qingqing stood up first and stared at Su Furong, "Senior Sister Su, that's good too, so as not to delay each other."

She bit the four words of mutual delay very hard, as if provocative, and even raised her chin slightly.

The other disciples hesitated again and again, and stood behind Yu Qingqing one after another, leaving no one behind.

Su Furong looked at them quietly, nodded without saying anything, "There will be other teachers teaching you tomorrow, so I'm leaving first."

The girl in white Shengxue packed up the books on the chair, turned around and was about to leave, Yu Qingqing and the people behind cheered, as if celebrating her own victory, not knowing what she missed.

She complained to the system in her heart, "As expected of the heroine of the ancient female strong novel, she always pretends to be cold and cold."

The system didn't respond to her.

Wudu frowned, disapproving of Yu Qingqing's behavior, "Qingqing, you are too reckless."

Yu Qingqing grabbed Wudu's sleeve robe, "Master, maybe my senior sister is an excellent teacher, but her education method is not suitable for us. You may not have heard how she humiliated us just now."

"We are both masters, and we are all equal. She just entered the sect earlier than us, but she always puts on the airs of a master. What's more, I can't see her disrespecting you, master."

Yu Qingqing's expression was a little indignant, but Wudu's heart felt warm when he heard the words. It's no wonder that Mingming was so scared at first that he was tearful and speechless, but in the end he bravely reprimanded Su Furong. It turned out it was all because of him.

He felt a little warm in his heart, and rubbed her little head.

"Afu's temperament has always been like this, Qingqing is too worried, this kindness is accepted by the teacher, don't fight with others because of me next time."

Su Furong didn't go far. She heard the conversation between the two and almost laughed out loud. She didn't know which eye of Wudu saw Yu Qingqing because of him.

She couldn't figure it out, she was cold and unlovable, she knew that Yu Qingqing's reckless personality, who was not pleasing to the eye here all the time, was pleasing to the eye?
She wasn't thinking about these things, they didn't want her to teach them, and Su Furong was happy to be at ease.

Just at this moment, a group of people behind him stopped him.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Su..."

When Su Furong turned her head, a group of teenagers with purple badges on their waists looked at her.

They were wearing the same blue Taoist robes in the door, holding wooden swords and other tools in their hands, which looked like wooden swords chopped by themselves, with shy faces and a little bit of embarrassment.

Su Furong recognized at a glance that this was an outer disciple of the sect, with average qualifications, and was left as a free labor force, and could not enter the sect to attend classes with the inner disciples, so he could only steal from the sidelines. Was eliminated from the mountain gate.

Su Furong quietly watched them push each other, and finally one person was pushed out, it was a somewhat slender boy with red lips and white teeth.

Everyone looked at him, and his face blushed instantly.

"Master, Senior Sister Su, can you teach us? We are all willing to learn from you."

The inner disciples laughed together, and someone recognized the slender young man, "Liu Si, you should sweep your land well. It's ridiculous that an outer disciple also wants to practice swordsmanship."

Someone even mocked: "Do you think someone will teach you trash? You know what rotten wood can't be carved. Just pack up your things and get out of the mountain gate after the rookie competition."

They blushed with anger, and Yu Qingqing frowned, thinking that these people had come to slap her in the face. These people had clearly seen Su Furong's superior posture just now, but they were still willing to let her be their teacher.

She originally wanted to stop the cynicism from the companions around her, but after thinking about it, she would wait for Su Furong's refusal, and let them train with her as a show of mercy.

This can also gain the favorability of the masses and increase her koi value.

Then, she heard Su Furong's indifferent voice.

"Okay, but being my student has to suffer a lot. If you can accept it, come to the back mountain to find me tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)