The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Unfortunately, when they rushed to the mountain god temple the next day, the temple keeper had already gone to school, and the one in charge was her senior brother.

Her senior brother smiled and said, "It's the same if you tell me something."

The villagers were very disappointed. On the surface they were the same, but in fact they were very different. The temple keeper was young, so if they praised her more, she would immediately become generous.

Sure enough, the villagers who came to burn incense and worship in the temple praised Wang Feiyin for a long time, but Wang Feiyin did not give them amulets.

Pan Jun flew back to Longhu Mountain overnight.

Unfortunately, it was Zhang Zifang who was on night duty.

Zhang Zifang watched the black shadow skillfully climb over the wall. The fingers hanging in front of his abdomen moved again and again, but he finally held back.

He felt that some content still needed to be taught in class, so he sped up the class at Shihua Academy the next day and deliberately left half a quarter of an hour.

"I have taught you for two years, and we are familiar with each other. Just speak your mind." Zhang Zifang paused, turned his back to think for a moment, then turned around and pointed at them and scolded them: "You behave improperly, make small moves constantly, and jump on the academy rules every now and then, can you use your brains, use your brains!"

The whole class was startled and leaned back together.

Pan Jun also widened his eyes, and couldn't help but quickly recall what he had done. Finally, he came to the conclusion that this must not be referring to him.

She had been in seclusion in Sanqing Mountain for the past three days and just climbed over the wall back last night. It was impossible for her to have committed any crime.

So she sat up straighter, her eyes bright, and looked at Zhang Zifang with sympathy yet confidence.

What's even more outrageous is that under Zhang Zifang's gaze, she quickly glanced at her classmates in the classroom with a look of condemnation on her face.

Zhang Zifang: …

Pan Yun was so confident that the students around him felt guilty and started to examine themselves.

Lian Miaohe and Tao Yanbai did not doubt Pan Yun, but examined themselves.

Only Miaozhen met Pan Yun's gaze and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Dean Zhang seemed to be glaring at Junior Master Uncle all the time. What should I do? How can I remind Junior Master Uncle without making any noise?

Dean Zhang saw that Pan Yun was not only stupid but also heartless, so he pointed his finger at her and said, "The academy has a ban that no flying is allowed above the academy. Since the academy has a way to make you lose control of your energy and unable to fly, how can you think that the academy can't stop the thief who climbed over the wall?"

Pan Yun, who had just climbed over the wall last night, was startled. She blinked and asked in confusion, "But, isn't the reason why the academy tolerates students climbing over the wall to ease conflicts and facilitate teaching?"

Zhang Zifang: …

Zhang Ziwang listened to Zhang Zifang's complaint expressionlessly and said, "She is right. Even if you open the door wide and tell the well-behaved students not to go out, they will still stay inside. Even if you cover the entire academy with a pot lid, the well-behaved students will break through the pot lid and get out."

Zhang Zifang: "So we're just going to ignore this matter?"

Zhang Ziwang: "Every year there are students climbing over the wall to leave. As long as they don't cause any trouble, you don't have to worry about it. Why do you have to keep harassing her?"

Zhang Zifang said angrily, "It happens every year, but no student is as arrogant as her. How long has the school been open? How many times has she slipped out? It was the same last year!

Even Zhang Li, who was so arrogant back then, didn’t do it as often as she does.”

Zhang Zifang stared at Zhang Ziwang with a suspicious look on his face: "Second brother, are you afraid of being punished by the real person? So you keep indulging her?"

Zhang Ziwang closed his eyes slightly and said expressionlessly: "If you want to punish her, go find Lin Jingle. He is the head of the Criminal Law Hall."

Zhang Zifang opened his mouth but said nothing.

He didn't want to deal with Lin Jingle.

He wanted to discipline Pan Jun, but he didn't want to target her. If he really dragged Lin Jingle into this, Pan Jun would be hurt. But Zhang Zifang was unwilling to turn a blind eye.

He sighed, "It would be better if her cultivation level was lower. I could find a reason to train her and beat her up as a lesson."

"Since you have so much free time, why don't you think about the training next month?"

Zhang Zifang's heart tightened.

Zhang Ziwang said: "The Immortal and the elders have already agreed that this training will be in charge of you and Lin Jingle."

Zhang Zifang's eyes widened: "I accepted the offer with reluctance when I was chosen, but why are you still with Lin Jingle? I want to apply for a replacement!"

Zhang Ziwang had a blank expression on his face: "No, this was decided by several elders and the real person."

Zhang Zifang jumped up and down: "How did they decide?"

Zhang Ziwang paused and said, "Draw lots."

Zhang Zifang was extremely angry and turned and left.

Zhang Ziwang sighed and murmured, "Why are you walking so fast? I haven't had time to tell you that Zhang Liuyuan is going too..."

Unfortunately, Zhang Zifang didn’t hear it.

Pan Yun was holding the token and looking at the sunlight.

Miao He came closer, stared with wide eyes, and asked softly, "Little Master, what are you looking at?"

Pan Yun: "Look at the secret above."

Pan Yun touched the token again and again with great care: "It turns out that the token of the academy is not only a symbol of our external identity, but also a key. I was wondering why the academy is like a sieve, so any petty thief can break in?"

Miao He tilted his head and thought for a moment before asking, "What is the little thief doing here?"

"That's right," Pan Yun murmured, "Except for a bunch of poor Taoists, there's nothing in the academy. Everyone's kung fu is pretty good, so are these thieves coming in to get themselves killed?"

Pan Yun turned the token in his hand: "So, the formation is still guarding against us, but it also gives us the key..."

Pan Yun turned around and looked at the academy. There were people coming and going in the academy. It was lunch time and everyone was heading to the cafeteria.

It looks like a lot of people, but in fact, there are a total of 108 students in the five grades of the entire academy. Excluding those who are training outside, there are only 600 to 700 disciples in the academy.

At this moment, she truly felt that the academy was teaching them diligently and carefully, and she finally understood that the eldest senior brother sent them to the academy not only to let them learn Taoism and Taoist magic.

Pan Yun hung the token on his waist and waved, "Let's go and have dinner!"

The old Taoist priest was still serving food to the students at his original position. Pan Yun and the others came over with their bowls and chopsticks. He smiled as he served them the food and asked, "I heard that your sophomores were caught climbing over the wall into the palace last night?"

Pan Jun said seriously, "Really? Who is it? This is too unruly. How can someone climb over the wall?"

The old Taoist priest looked at Pan Yunle, the spoon in his hand trembling, and put less than half a spoonful of cabbage into her bowl in front of Pan Yunle's wide eyes: "Yes, who is it?"

Pan Jun opened his mouth, met the old Taoist's gaze, and lowered his head silently: "I'm sorry."

Seeing her tears welling up, the old Taoist priest's heart softened again, so he gave her an extra steamed bun and said, "It is a great honor to admit your mistakes and correct them. Go and eat."

Pan Yun took the three steamed buns, sniffed and left. (End of this chapter)