After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

Chapter 392 As weak as a delicate flower

The school of Yuehua Sect has the same style as Yuehua Sect as a whole, it is very gorgeous and covers a large area.

The child walked unhappily into the school and turned around as he walked, glaring with disgust at his two masters who liked to fool around.

Qingyun and Cangwu stood there looking at the child's back, feeling very complicated inside.

Qingyun frowned, thought for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"Don't you think it's a little strange? Why is this kid so much shorter than other children of the same age! She grabs things everywhere every day, but why doesn't she grow taller?"

There were almost no children of Ling Miao's age around them.

At first, I thought it was nothing, but now, if you compare this kid with other children of the same age, you will find that this kid is obviously a head shorter than other children of the same age.

Qingyun couldn't help but frown tightly.

This is so strange!

Cang Wu said lightly: "Who knows, maybe he has a special physique."

The child in front turned around again and looked at the two of them with disgust, the condemnation in his eyes undisguised.

Cang Wu waved towards Ling Miao.

"Ling Miao."

The boy turned around and glared at him: "Huh?"

Cang Wu: "If you can get into school, go to school. If you can't, just eat more."

It is the time when the young disciples are growing up, and many of them have not yet reached the stage of foundation building.

The school in the sect provides them with food, and they can get it if they are hungry during class. The Yuehua Sect is rich, and the food in the school is quite good.

But when Cang Wu said such words calmly with such a face, it seemed weird.

Ling Miao and Qingyun: "..."

Ling Miao's eyes twitched and she looked at Cang Wu strangely several times.

This person rarely speaks a word on weekdays, but when he does, does he act like this?

Then it would be better for him to speak less.

The child murmured softly, opened his short legs, and ran away without looking back.

Qingyun and Cangwu stood there, watching the child's small figure shuttle among other children, and finally disappeared from the front.

Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

"Isn't it a little too cruel for us to do this?"

Although I know that this kid has a pesky nature, he is still so cute and cute. When he doesn't talk or behave like a monster, he can still confuse people's hearts.

Regarding Qingyun's speech, Cangwu nodded in agreement.

"really."

"Oh?"

It was rare to see Cang Wu's attitude, so Qingyun raised his eyebrows with interest.

"You really care about this little brat."

Cang Wu glanced at him lightly: "No, I just think that it is a bit cruel for us to send this little girl to the school for the teachers in the school."

After the words fell, Qingyun and Cangwu were quiet for a few seconds at the same time.

Cang Wu sighed, "That's all, that little girl, she should be sensible...probably."

He turned around and said, "Okay, let's go. Now that it's a foregone conclusion that these children have the qualifications to enter the island, it's time for us to discuss going to Penglai Immortal Island."
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On the other side, Ling Miao was really obedient and didn't act like a monster in the school.

The teachers, deacons and disciples of the school treated her very politely.

Especially those young disciples, most of them are outer disciples. On weekdays, they can only stand on the outermost floor and watch from a distance.

This time, I saw a direct descendant at such a close distance. Each one of them was curious and shy at the same time, just like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The gentleman also looked weak and could break into pieces if he was pinched. Ling Miao said that this group of people seemed to be too impatient.

They are as delicate as delicate flowers, and children dare not act rashly.

But what her husband said was indeed too simple for her. Most children of the same age as her are still learning basic knowledge.

Miao gradually cracked in the sound of reading aloud. Why did she have to suffer like this after living for so many years?

The child burst into tears: There was once a professional course in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it...

There is nowhere to release the accumulated resentment.

The child lay on the table and began to take out the elixir and grind it into powder.

After school, the child walked out of the school angrily.

She climbed to the main peak, but did not stop in her small courtyard. Instead, she climbed directly up again and came to the Qingfeng Palace.

The child thought for a moment about his inhuman revenge plan.

He walked around to the side of Qingfeng Hall and climbed up along the wall.

On an open-air attic of Qingfeng Hall.

Qingyun turned the celadon tea cup in his hand and looked at the chessboard in front of him with mixed feelings.

"It's been a long time since we played a game quietly like this."

He glanced at Cang Wu: "Is Li Bin coming back soon?"

Cang Wu raised his eyes and said softly, "Hmm", then lowered his eyes, his expression was also rare and relaxed.

Qingyun: "That's a good relationship. When he comes back, it's time to officially start training that kid."

Cang Wu raised his eyebrows, "You're quite interested, so why don't you start as soon as you come back? Why do you have to drive that little girl to school?"

After all, that kid looked like he was ready to be a reckless man.

Qingyun: "What do you know? I also want to let that brat rest for a few days, but I am afraid that she will cause trouble by running around."

In the battle in Shengluo City, the disciples were more or less attrited, so it would be a bit cruel to start fighting as soon as they came back.

At this moment, the two looked at each other and noticed some movement from behind.

The movement was very light.

It was like someone was approaching them cautiously.

Along the outer wall of Qingfeng Hall.

The two of them remained calm. Looking out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a small dark blue figure crawling on the wall.

The figure obviously wanted to approach them quietly. The speed was not fast, and the crawling route was winding. From a distance, it looked like a blue-black cockroach.

Cang Wu felt his eyes darken again, his hand holding the teacup tightened unconsciously, and he couldn't help but speak out.

"The color of this robe should really be changed."

Qingyun glanced at Cangwu in surprise: No, is this the point?

He glanced at the child on the other side who was still crawling furtively on the wall, and suddenly noticed a more important issue.

"Wait a minute, my impression is that the wall is smooth and there is no place to grab a hand. How did that kid crawl on it?"

Cang Wu: "...I don't dare to think about it."

Ling Miao didn't know that his whereabouts had been locked by the target person.

Still cautiously climbing up, she found an eaves facing the wind and squatted down, then took out a large bag of powder from the mustard bag.

That was the powder she had just worked so hard to select and grind for these two unreliable old men.

Whether he is sleepy, discolored, crawling all over the floor, farts, thins out, or loses hair, there is always one suitable for him!
The child is very thoughtful!

The bag was opened a little, and the wind slowly blew the powder over.

After setting up the trap, she still has enough time to create an alibi for herself!