Fairyland, Big Problem

Chapter 71 - Fishing in class



Mu’s house, the conference hall.

In Wen Jiu’s view, the spatial pattern is a bit like an ancient martial arts hall.

Entering the door, there is an empty area the size of a badminton court in front of it, and then leaning forward against the opposite wall, there is a Taishi chair with a table with an all-wood floor.

There are only a few tables and chairs on both sides of the vacated area for the clan to sit.

The more in the front row, the higher the status. The most seniors are the brothers and sisters of the same age group of the old family owner, the so-called family elders.

Later, it was Mu Yi’an’s peers, that is, Mu Fengshuang’s parents.

Next is the juniors, the clan is in the front, and the sub-clan is in the back.

Submissives like Wen Jiu stood in a row by the door…

Stop!

Standing!

It was completely different from the imagined school where everyone attended classes together. Wen Jiu played a role similar to that of a waiter in a high-end hotel, standing against the wall with the rest of the entourage.

Enough, 3 hours in the morning, 3 hours in the afternoon, 3 days in a row.

Those who didn’t know thought that Jun Xun was a freshman.

However, thinking of the fee of 20,000 B per day, Wen Jiu felt that he could stand until the Mu family went bankrupt.

Turn on the pumice stone, the body weight will be halved, and the burden will be reduced a lot.

Standing in a row with Wen Jiu were all the cronies of the Mu family members, the dark-sweepers who brushed together, with a desire to gain practice experience in their eyes, and would not consider the problem of standing for too long and their legs numb.

The low-pitched music sounded, a bit like a horn.

The long horn blew before the war had no rhythm, so he held his breath and blew it boldly and boldly to the end.

The wooden door of the back hall was opened, and the red-faced old man was dressed in plain clothes, and his gestures brought a certain energy, which made people unable to look up.

The majesty of the dark-suppressor of the sun level does not have the suffocating feeling of black clouds, but is deep and vast. At first glance, it looks ethereal and thick.

“Congratulations, Patriarch.”

The clansmen who were sitting quietly stood up together, bowed their hands and bowed, Wen Jiu bowed with the rest of the entourage beside him.

“Hahaha, don’t be too polite.”

The old master’s voice was calm and loud, which was somewhat similar to the previous horn sound.

“Today, the old man is here to give a lecture on the experience and insights of the eight-month retreat. I hope that the people of the tribe can understand it and go further on the road of cultivation.”

“Yes!”

There was not a lot of long empty talk, and there was not too much commonplace etiquette. The old owner greeted everyone, sat on the chair of the teacher, and cut to the subject.

There is no image of a beautiful dream around the old master… After all, the pure heart is not so easy to see.

Even if you really like something, it’s also difficult for people with deep stigma to see through.

This is painful, Wen Jiu. The practice method in the mouth of the old master has long been out of the basics, and the first day of the class is to see how the star-level condenses spiritual energy from the perspective of his day-level.

Completely incomprehensible, lethargic, and unable to reach a dream business with the old owner.

Fortunately, there is still a beautiful dream paradise, where we play games quietly and secretly.

The steel-armored crow came with a young blue crow, the blue crow is the mother’s…

“Are you in love?”

[The principal is really, I haven’t reached that stage yet. 】

The Steel Armored Crow put on a serious look, the female Blue Crow beside her blushed, and put an orange fruit on the ticket counter.

A large group of guinea pigs lined up to enter Sweet Dreamland with their rounded bodies. They felt like a rattan bed, and when they were in danger, they could instantly curl up into a ball.

【Huh—】

Following Qi Qi’s screams, many elves in the shape of radishes fell from the sky.

They are shuttlecocks.

It is analogous to a fruit radish in reality, also called cherry radish, which is round and topped with jagged radish leaves.

Shuttlecock grass is very light and will be blown away by the wind, so try to take root on the ground.

When the weather is windy, the shuttlecocks stay together in a group to avoid being blown away.

If there is a strong wind, it will be like what Wen Jiu sees now, twenty or thirty shuttlecocks blowing together and rolling all over the floor.

“Quick, help me pick it up!”

Mobilizing the mountain rats all over the ground, everyone was busy, and a lot of round yellow **** outside the gate of Sweet Dream Paradise tried to catch the round red balls, and they rolled around.

For those who didn’t know, they thought the welfare lottery would be held today.

In the morning, Wen Jiu only focused on chatting with the mountain squirrels and shuttlecocks rolling in the Dreamland, completely unaware of what the old master said.

I tried listening to it for five minutes, and the hypnotic effect was too strong, comparable to the singing of Xiangwei Miao.

It is expected to end at 11 o’clock, and the old master did not delay the class.

“Today’s pulpit is over.”

Wen Jiu’s mentality is like that of a college student full of classes, eager to go straight to the cafeteria to cook.

On the other hand, the others were fascinated and intoxicated, and it was only after a long time that they realized that the applause was followed by neat etiquette.

After a morning of lectures, the old master was still in high spirits. He seemed to have a turbulent start, and disappeared in the back hall.

At this point, the clansmen were evacuated in an orderly manner according to their identities.

Before going out, he felt Mu Fengshuang’s slightly expectant gaze, and Wen Jiu shook his head in response, expressing helplessness.

Mu Fengshuang knew in his heart that his grandfather was a master at the top of the world, how could outsiders understand the samadhi so easily.

In the afternoon, the situation was similar. The old owner of the house spoke in a turbulent manner on the stage, and the audience below the stage was fascinated.

The only difference is that some of the low-ranked Dark Slayers can’t understand or keep up, and their eyes are full of confusion and regret for being too weak.

The next morning, at least half of the members could not understand.

Mu Fengshuang, who was taking notes in the front row, was thinking about how to start writing. Yesterday, she was able to write notes smoothly.

“After class”, Mu Fengshuang, who was outside, specially stopped, and you could see the tiredness in her eyes.

It really embarrassed her to convert what the old Patriarch said into written records on the spot with a low level of practice.

Wen Jiu has some doubts in his heart. Mu Fengshuang is the granddaughter of the old family owner. The family atmosphere is okay. It is not a problem to want to listen to a simple explanation. Why do you force yourself to record it on the spot?

However, now that she is entrusted by others, you must first listen to the reason why she stopped and waited.

“Mr. Wen.”

In the small garden outside the conference hall, Mu Fengshuang, who felt the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, tightened the fleece vest.

“Is there no progress?”

“It’s difficult.”

To be honest, on the morning of the first day, everyone could understand what the master of the hometown said, and Wen Jiu could hear a few words occasionally, and by the afternoon, it was cloudy and foggy.

To this day, I can only understand every word, but not every sentence.

For example, English only recites words and does not look at grammar and reading. When taking an exam, all the words you know are all seen, and you can’t understand the meaning of them together.

It’s like a layman reading a paper. One reason, he knows every word, he’s stunned after reading it.

Mu Fengshuang’s eyes dimmed, “Understood, in this state, psychological analysis is impossible.”

Outsiders understand Wen Jiu as a successor who knows how to look at each other, but unfortunately, the old master is too many people. As the course goes on, the gap with everyone gradually widens.

“Every frost.”

Speaking of who is coming, the vicissitudes of life’s thick voice cheered up Mu Fengshuang, and the old family owner came over, dressed in plain clothes, with a loving face…


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