Chapter 479 1 Letter From Home

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For a moment, all the disciples were dodging on the top of Senior Brother's cloud head, their movements were smooth and skillful.

Without saying another word, the Baiyun Tower raised a cloud of green jade smoke and fled far away in an instant.

Only Qingchi, a somewhat dazed Huo Ling'er, and a little red bird struggling in the divine light were left.

It was bustling just now, but now it is extremely clean, and the faint sizzling light on the side is particularly clear.

"Senior brother and sister run so fast..." Huo Ling'er murmured.

"Old sir? Very powerful? How powerful is a senior sister like me..."

While talking, Qingchi found out a ray of spiritual thought and went to the academy. He scanned around casually and found the old teacher. He didn't have any cultivation skills, but he was a little bit tempered.

How could he manage the Qingyun Sect disciples like this? Qingchi thought to himself, then a ray of divine light popped up and penetrated into the old teacher's body, and then left the divine thought in the lecture hall.

Then Qingchi lay down with him, and the clouds under his feet turned into a cloud bed. He raised his hand and a curtain of light appeared in the void more than ten feet away in front of him. Inside was the lecture hall of the poetry class. Qingchi pulled Huo Linger, They leaned on the cloud bed together and got ready to watch a show.

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Sect Master Bai is right. There are quite a few Qingyun Sect disciples taking poetry classes in the academy, as many as ten.

The little fat boy signed up for a poetry class in order to fulfill his promise. Later, when he saw that Luo Li also liked poetry, he started to study seriously.

Fortunately, now that I have cultivated my soul and my spiritual mind has become stronger, it is not too difficult to understand and memorize these complicated poems. However, if I want to write good articles, I still have to work hard.

It's just that I have been asking for leave recently. Although the mountain chief nodded and agreed, I have never missed the poems that should be copied.

Not to mention anything else, the little fat man's chicken claw characters finally came into shape, and Luo Li would also help copy the text, which made the little fat man a little happy.

Nangong Xiaojing had already signed up for a poetry class, but the class still hadn't ended.

In Xiao Jing's words, poetry can cultivate people's sentiments, so it's better to study it for a while. It's just that I seem to have written several articles secretly, but it still hasn't been recognized by the old poetry teacher.

When Bai Zhan saw that his senior brother and second senior sister were both enrolled in poetry studies, he also wanted to apply, but when Xiao Jing found out, he quickly persuaded him to withdraw.

Green Ant was dragged by Caiwei to study poetry and essays. They said they were good sisters and they would study together. Green Ant didn't care. They could learn anything. Memorizing poems and essays was not difficult. Even if they couldn't remember, there was also the little ant demon. Woolen cloth.

Moreover, my little brother, who is not yet born, really likes poetry. He should learn some first and then take some time to recite a few when he returns home.

Yu Tong and Lanzhi were also attracted by Caiwei to sign up for the poetry class, and Luo Xiaoyu was led by Caiwei to sign up for the class as soon as they came to the academy. As a result, they both fell into poetry as deep as the sea.

Miss Caiwei, who pulled many junior brothers and sisters into the sea, was even more splashing in the sea.

However, Miss Caiwei was a little elated on her way to the poetry class today. She really tasted the taste of love. She couldn't control it and kept leaning towards Luo Xiaoyu.

Luo Xiaoyu was also a little distraught, but he couldn't stand the crowd of a group of Qingyun Sect disciples, so how could he dare to be so presumptuous and behave so well.

Fortunately, Master Bai's light escaped quickly, and within a moment, the clouds had already fallen in the courtyard.

At just the right time, Baiyunlou led most of the disciples into the poetry class.

As soon as they arrived at the door and were about to greet him, everyone couldn't help but feel a shiver in their hearts. The old teacher was trembling all over. His messy hair and white strands exploded. He looked almost like A Li.

Is this Senior Sister Qingchi here...

"Senior Sister..." Many young disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Baiyunlou sensed carefully, and he really noticed Senior Sister Qingchi's aura, but he didn't detect it. He turned around and said softly: "Sister, on a whim, she probably saw that the old teacher was weak and gave him some nourishment, so she quickly returned to her seat. Otherwise, when the old gentleman wakes up and thinks we are late, it will be bad."

Upon hearing this, a group of junior brothers and sisters hurriedly returned to their seats and sat down.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, the old teacher woke up.

It seemed that he had not experienced any pain and torture, but was in high spirits.

This is all the tricks of the senior sister of her family. Now she still has her spiritual thoughts in this lecture hall and is ready to watch the excitement. Baiyunlou sighed secretly and couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.

It's rare that Senior Sister Qingchi is interested, so I want to let Senior Sister enjoy herself. After all, they are all in the same camp.

Seeing the students sitting neatly in the audience, the old teacher couldn't help but be stunned, as if he had just been confused, and suddenly the lecture hall was full.

Shaking his head that was a little too sober, the old teacher shouted: "Classes are about to begin..."

"Stand up and salute..." Baiyunlou stood up and shouted, saluting the old gentleman at the same time.

All the students immediately stood up and saluted. At this time, Senior Brother Bai proposed new rules for the students and received support from many teachers. The teacher in front of him was very useful.

"Well, that's good. Everyone is in good spirits today and they arrived neatly... Let's start reciting the old rules... The first one is Nangong Feiyang." The old teacher praised, and then said smoothly Entered the old rules stage.

After each poetry class, the old teacher would leave an ancient poem for each student to be checked in the next class. Each student's poems were different.

Hearing the old teacher's instructions, the little fat man stood up involuntarily and started reciting without saying anything.

It seemed that the little fat man had put in some effort in the past few days and recited it quite smoothly.

Then each student took turns to recite, each with his or her own merits.

As expected, Caiwei's small team was almost wiped out. Except for Yu Tong who recited the complete text very confidently, the other classmates and friends were all honored to be scolded by the old teacher and punished to copy it ten times.

Senior Brother Bai lived up to expectations. He read and recited the poem with emotion in ups and downs, and received loud praise from his old teacher.

Junior Sister Xia recited every sentence and passed the test smoothly.

"Senior Brother of the Academy, you went to the Sea of ​​​​Memory again. Xiao Chaoyang can see it..." Xia Chaoyang sent a message to the senior brother.

"Second Senior Sister of the Academy, Xiao Hua Ling's recitation is quite smooth, hehe..." He and his junior sister looked at each other, their eyes were filled with excitement, and they were both a little proud.

Afterwards, the old teacher officially started today’s poetry commentary.

Luo Xiaoyu persisted in listening for a while, then finally gave up. She quietly took out a pen and paper and went to her desk to write a letter home.

Caiwei, who was mostly focused on Ai Lang, couldn't help but smile when she saw Luo Xiaoyu writing, and couldn't help but look over her head twice.

Naturally, the old teacher saw him clearly and became furious immediately, shouting: "Luo Xiaoyu, stand up..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Xiaoyu stood up immediately, still a little dazed, and didn't know why he stood up.

"What are you writing if you are not paying attention to the lecture?" Seeing Luo Xiaoyu stand up obediently, the old teacher looked a little better and asked aloud.

"I'm writing a letter home..., well, I've been in the academy for a few months, and the students haven't sent the letter home yet. I just listened to the old gentleman's comments. I had an idea and wanted to write a letter home."

As soon as he heard the old teacher's question, Luo Xiaoyu immediately told what he had done. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly put the words back together.