Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 828 I am an honest person

"This, what is this place?" Black Soil and Dragon Sword Sage looked at the monk in front of them, their faces were very gloomy, and they were terrified.

Their holy power, including physical power, was sealed.

"Welcome to Kongliu Academy, both of you. From today onwards, Dean Ye will be the lighthouse on your life journey, and we will be your mentors on your life journey!"

A woman in a cloud robe and a man with a face like indigo and hair like cinnabar came floating in. These two are the green fox and the sand monk who like to teach people to sing nursery rhymes.

Hei Tu and Dragon Sword Sage were dumbfounded for a moment, they actually came to Ye Mao's lair - the famous and mysterious Kongliu Academy.

Just now they were plotting, how to plot against Ye Mao, how to make Ye Mao bear a bad name, but when they turned around, they were sent to his lair.

The saddest thing is that they still don't understand how Ye Mao got them here.

There is more or less hope in the Jidao Evil Sect, but here, all they have in their hearts is despair, feeling that everything is over.

"Come with us!" Green Fox waved.

Black Soil and Dragon Sword Saint walked out of the guard tower like walking corpses as if they had lost their souls, and they saw the vibrant academy.

Every monk was holding thick materials in his hands, walking in a hurry, and some people were still chanting words, as if they were reciting something.

There are many familiar faces among them, they are the disciples of the extreme evil sect.

In some classrooms, many reformers are reciting - love the Sea Clan, love Yemao, love Kongliu City;

In some classrooms, many reformers are singing - the smoke rises, the country looks north, the dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, and the sword is unparalleled;

In some classrooms, many reformers are reciting aloud-the grandeur is still too empty, and the loyalty shines through the ages.He did not serve the country in his life, but kept it as a loyal soul...

"You follow me to transform!" Qinghu took away the dragon sword saint.

Drifting looked at the Black Soil Saint and said: "There are many ways to transform here, and there are many tricks, but I am an honest person, and I don't like to play with that. Let's do something simple."

He led the Black Soil Sage into a room, brought a pen and paper, and said, "Write 'I hate Qianlong Demon Sect' on the paper, and read it loudly while writing."

"If you want to kill, kill, I will never write." The black soil sage put on a gesture of fighting.

"Hey, why are you forcing me." Drifting stuffed it into his arms, took out a black pill, removed the black soil saint's jaw, and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

The black soil sage uncontrollably grabbed the brush, wrote vigorously, and said loudly: "I hate the Qianlong Demon Sect, I hate the Qianlong Demon Sect..."

He repeated reciting and writing over and over again. At first, there were a thousand or ten thousand resistances and unwillingness in his heart, but as he wrote and wrote, it seemed that he had hypnotized himself, and that resistance gradually faded.

After repeating this for more than a month, the words almost melted into his soul, and the effect of the pill disappeared.

"This honest man is not honest at all." The black soil sage had an infinite murderous intent towards Drifting Monk in his heart, "I have the guts to fight with me. As long as you beat me, I will do whatever you say in the future."

"I just admire you for being straightforward." Drifting just flicked his fingers, and the Black Soil Saint immediately felt his cultivation level fully recovered.

In his opinion, apart from being unique, this red-haired ghost is actually a very mediocre person, and his cultivation should not be too strong.

The Black Soil Saint moved in an instant, mobilized all his holy power, and punched the Drifting Monk with the momentum of suppressing the eternity.

Drifting patted casually, and with a "pop", he slapped the Black Soil Saint lightly into the ground, causing the holy power in his body to be scattered and unable to gather.

"You, you..." The black soil sage was terrified in his heart, this, this person's strength was too terrifying.

"I hope you are a person who keeps your promise." Drifting sealed the black soil saint's cultivation and physical strength casually, "Today you will be a training partner for a group of children in the city."

In the eyes of the Black Soil Saint, these little kids are just a bunch of little pigs and puppies, and serving them as a training partner is the greatest insult to him.

But he has no right to refuse at all, he can only use his eyesight and knowledge to play around with those little kids, but as soon as that damned red-haired ghost pointed out, he started to be unlucky-he was kicked in the face, Got punched in the nose...

The Black Soil Saint was about to die of aggrievedness. He was a Saint, a high and mighty Saint, but he was beaten in the face by a group of ants, pigs and dogs.

His self-esteem was stepped on and crushed, which was a mental torture to him.

After the sparring session, he returned to the academy, and when he passed a classroom, he saw the dragon sword sage dancing shyly in the classroom, and he was still singing something: "When the sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, The bird said early, why do you carry a small schoolbag on your back, I have to go to school, I am not late every day, I love studying and working..."

The Saint Moon Worshiper and the Black Sun Saint were still pointing him seriously, one said that his movements were not correct, the other said that his voice was not soft enough.

"Pfft..." The Black Soil Saint couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud. After such a comparison, he felt that being a training partner today was nothing at all.

"What are you laughing at?" Qinghu came out with a straight face.

The saint of worshiping the moon and the saint of the black sun are like two big diamonds, surrounded by green foxes, staring at the saint of black soil together.

The saint who worshiped the moon said: "Our Dean Ye said that nursery rhymes can arouse the truth, goodness and beauty in people's hearts, and cleanse our filthy souls. This is a very sacred thing."

"You dance too!" The Black Sun Saint said coldly.

"Go, I just want to go back and rest." Drifting left the Black Soil Saint and left.

As a result, the almost crying singing of the Black Soil Saint sounded in the classroom, and beside him were the scolding voices of the Moon Worshiping Saint and the Black Sun Saint.

"Your family is dead, is this singing, what kind of pleasant feeling?"

"Are you dancing? You're so stupid. Your movements should be gentle, and you should dance out of the innocence of a child."

……

Seeing that the dragon knife saint was accompanied by someone, his bad mood improved a lot.

Under the effect of the Great Sun Thunder Sound Array and the atmosphere of the academy, the resistance in their hearts became weaker and weaker, and they slowly accepted everything and began to integrate into the academy.

These are all things to say later, but it is said that after Ye Mao sent the Dragon Sword and the Black Earth Saint, he asked Tang Liuwei to return to the Yunshui Pavilion.

Seeing that the red-robed patriarch went to the suzerain hall, he took a break from his busy schedule and went to Danfeng to attend the appointment.

"Master Ye, you are here, I have been waiting for you to come over these days." Dan Chenzi was very enthusiastic, "Luoluo, hurry up and make a pot of Shenque tea that I got, and bring it to Master Ye. "

"Oh, yes!" Yang Luoluo responded with a voice.

"The patriarch passed away more than [-] years ago. During this period, countless talents entered the Firewood Temple. They may be the successor of the patriarch. Master Ye is the only one..."

Ye Mao had no choice but to interrupt Dan Chenzi's words, and said with a smile: "Don't flatter me, if you have any new doubts recently, tell them all, and let's discuss it together."

"Okay, okay..." Dan Chenzi smiled brighter.

Yang Luoluo brought tea, poured it for Ye Mao with a smile, sat beside him gracefully, and refilled his tea while listening to their conversation.

(End of this chapter)