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Chapter 46 A traitor's self-cultivation
Lightness kung fu came to an end, Tang Sanjue decided to leave again.

"Master, when will you come back next time?"

"Next time... at least a few days, at most a few months..."

"Um... so long?"

Zhang Twelve felt a little disappointed. After all, it was much better to get Tang Sanjue's guidance than to practice alone.

"Hey, it's been a long time. Now that I think about your story, I really can't bear it—or, you can just tell me the ending!"

"That……"

"Forget it, forget it, let's wait until next time, it's too boring to just listen to the ending."

Tang Sanjue changed his mind temporarily, shook his head and interrupted Zhang Twelve's words.

Zhang Twelve finally discovered that for Tang Sanjue, the only meaning of his existence as an apprentice was to tell stories...

Zhang Twelve, who knew the truth, shed tears...

"Hey, this is for you."

Tang Sanjue stopped suddenly, then took out a slightly flattened white enamel vial from his clothes, and threw it to Zhang Twelve.

"what is this?"

Opening the bottle cap, I saw five or six crimson pills inside, but I didn't know what it was.

"This is Huanyang Pill. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the antidote to all poisons. In this world, apart from the unique poisons prepared by those old guys, which cannot be cured by Huanyang Pill, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Zhang Twelve showed joy, but he was a little puzzled. If you don't keep such a good thing, give it to me?How generous are you?

Yu Shi asked: "Master, this Yang Dan is so precious, don't you keep some for yourself?"

Hearing this, Tang Sanjue said indifferently: "Although this Yang Dan is good, it's just for ordinary people like you, old man, hehe, there is nothing in this world that can escape the eyes of this old man. poison!"

"........."

I feel as if I have been despised again, so helpless...

But thinking about it, Tang San is extremely good at medical skills and is very familiar with all kinds of poisons. It seems a little difficult to poison him...

But this is better, if you don’t want it, then I will!

Zhang Twelve carefully put away the Huanyang Pill. After thinking about it, he was still not at ease, so he went straight into the bracelet and put the Huanyang Pill in.

This is the other use of this bracelet that he discovered a few days ago. At that time, he thought that the pistol could be taken out and put in. What about other things?

I tried it later, and it worked, it was like a virtual space that I could carry with me!

Tang Sanjue left. If he didn't consider that he left Zhang Twelve in the wilderness and left alone, this day would definitely be a very happy day...

Zhang Twelve didn't know the way, so he could only rely on his judgment of the general direction, and ran all the way at night, and finally rushed back to Lu's residence before dawn, and fell asleep tiredly after returning to the house and going to bed.

so tired……

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After a short sleep, Zhang Twelve got up helplessly. Today is not a day off, but he has to go to class...

After a brief wash, Zhang Twelve, who couldn't open his eyelids, walked towards the front yard. Outside the front hall, he happened to meet Chen Qiaoxi and Lu Fujing who came out of dinner. Chen Qiaoxi smiled at him Zhang Twelve just nodded his head in a daze, then ignored Lu Fujing next to him and walked inside.

Lu Fujing gritted her teeth, her teeth itching with anger, wishing she could go up and give him another kick, but for the sake of teaching her arithmetic yesterday, let him be spared...

After entering the lecture hall, the children in the audience had already sat down, looking at him with bright eyes, as if they were looking forward to it - only Lu Yuner hid in the corner, looking at Zhang Twelve with a little dodge in his eyes.

Hey, it's really hard to be a traitor, but what can I do, it's the devil!

Lu Yuner had mixed feelings...

For other children, they had a day off yesterday, so they didn't hear the story, and they didn't sleep well at night, just waiting to hear the story today.

But just because they want to hear it doesn't mean that Zhang Twelve wants to talk now. After saying "I review the homework from the day before yesterday", Zhang Twelve, who is a model teacher, lay down on the table and fell asleep...

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After a whole morning of sleep, he regained some energy. After lunch, Zhang Twelve returned to the lecture hall full of blood. Before telling the story, he gave Lu Yuner a half-day off.

Lu Yuner didn't want to leave at first, but seeing Zhang Twelve's scary eyes, he still... left...

I knew it!Lu Yuner thought with some grief and indignation.

So how can the narrow-minded gentleman not hold grudges?
But he had to leave. After all, he was wronged first, so he could only wait for others to tell him the story after class...

Of course, Zhang Twelve wants to teach this traitor a lesson. He is too irrelevant, and he has failed the organization's trust too much!

So today he specifically talked about the elder Peng of the Beggar Gang in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, how he betrayed the Beggar Gang and then took refuge in Yang Kang, and finally died. Anyway, the theme of today's story is——

Self-cultivation of a traitor...

Lu Yuner will definitely ask other people about the story they told today after class, so Zhang Twelve deliberately told the story of the traitor, hoping he can understand it...

There are too few gentlemen who are as hardworking as myself...

In the evening, of course, I went to Chen Qiaoxi's room to talk about Zhang's arithmetic method. The two of them tacitly understood each other and didn't mention what happened last night. But Zhang Twelve always felt that Chen Qiaoxi looked at him differently, but He couldn't tell what was different.

He also no longer had the opportunity to contact Chen Qiaoxi alone, because the big light bulb Lu Fujing would appear in Chen Qiaoxi's room on time every night, and she would not leave until Zhang Twelve left. Not so relieved.

But there are also advantages, that is, although Lu Fujing still loves to ignore her, the violent incident of black feet has never happened again. Zhang Twelve really wants to say thank you to Lu Fujing for his right leg:

Thank you for your kindness!

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No matter what era, the degree of dissemination of information will always be controlled by those in power. The more well-known the news and the faster it spreads, the background of the protagonist of the story is generally not too big.

The story of gifting poems in Zuichun Tower involved the son of the prefect and the son of the guard, so no one dared to spread it outside. Therefore, the story of "the Lu family's book boy gave the poem Zimo, and the prefect's staff suffered a disastrous defeat" did not spread in Liangzhou city. Spread the word.

Otherwise, those storytellers who have already made a lot of money by relying on "Mr. Zhang was dismissed but competed for a book boy" will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to make money.

Zhang Twelve, who came back from the Zuichun Tower, returned to his simple life of teaching stories to the children during the day and teaching arithmetic to Miss Chen and Lu at night, so he is fundamental to the aftermath of the Zuichunlou incident. unknown……

(End of this chapter)