Sister Sword

Chapter 2 Private School
The private school in Linshan Village is regarded as an ethnology. Most people in the village are surnamed Zhang. There are only a few families whose ancestors escaped from disaster. However, after several generations of reproduction, they are also related to the villagers. The ethnology is an old talent in the village. In teaching, according to their seniority, they belonged to Grandpa Xingyue, who had great prestige in the village. If anyone didn't listen well in baby class, if he just said a word, he would definitely be beaten when he returned home.

After Xingyue arrived at the private school, she found her seat and sat down obediently.

"Xingyue, did you complete the task assigned by the master yesterday?" asked the little girl from the same village.

"Of course it's done." Xingyue replied.

"You're so smart. I haven't memorized it for a long time. I don't know if the master can play the paddle." The little girl said with tears in her eyes.

"No, the master didn't say to have a check-up today. You'll be doing a lot of reciting when you go home after school. It will definitely be fine." Xingyue comforted her.

It is said to be an endorsement task, but in fact it is just a simple poem to enlighten the little doll. It is not difficult, but it is more familiar to the children who have just learned it.

As soon as he spoke, the master walked in from the door.

Sure enough, as Xingyue said, the master did not select anyone to check, and just said that he should always be familiar with the previous content. After that, he raised his hand to touch his goatee, opened the book in his hand, and started today's teaching.

The master read a sentence, and the children below read a sentence. After learning an article, let the children take out charcoal pencils and small wooden boards to practice calligraphy.

As for why charcoal pens and wood boards are used instead of brushes and paper, it is because pens, inks, papers and inkstones are too expensive, and the little dolls are now unsteady, and they are wasted, and the family can’t afford them, so I used the easiest materials. Charcoal pencils and wood board.

Soon today's teaching will be over. The private schools in the village have classes in the morning and help with homework or go out to play in the afternoon.

Before school is over, the master tells everyone a news.

"Children, if someone is selected for the fairy gate selection once every ten years, our Linshan Village will be blessed."

The children didn't understand, and Xingyue didn't understand what the selection of the fairy gate was, so they all looked at the master with confused faces.

The master looked down at the cute dolls who looked up at him in a daze the previous day, and couldn't help smiling, and then said

"The selection of Xianmen is to pick out talented children from all over the world and send them to Xianmen to study. In our Linshan Village, no one has been selected for decades. I hope someone will be selected this time, so that our village will be spared ten years of hard work. tax."

Of course, the children still don't understand these words, so the husband said again

"These immortals can not only fly into the sky and escape from the ground, but they can also raise their hands to call fire. I heard that there used to be droughts in some places, and some immortals would make the sky rain to alleviate the drought."

The children understood these words, they had heard all kinds of miraculous stories, and they usually yearned for these things like flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, so they all exclaimed.

"Master, are there really immortals?"

"Master, can immortals really fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"

Although Xingyue is very precocious compared to children of the same age, she is only seven years old after all, so she is very excited to hear the news.

I don't know why, but Xingyue just feels that she will definitely become a fairy.

The Master smiled and stopped the children from shouting, and gave the children an affirmative answer.

Although the children were still a little excited and couldn't control themselves, they still held back when they thought about their own butts. After all, compared to the illusory fairy, their own butts that are close at hand are more worthy of care.

(End of this chapter)