Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 91 Two words
What kind of people want to take out copybooks?

No matter what, the thousand-character text used for enlightenment will always be silent.

Li Baimao was so happy that his heart came from it, he wouldn't really have a successor of his own, and he didn't care about his calligraphy.

The clear voice was soaked in the sun and lazy, "Qin Shiguan, what words did I write?"

Qin Huan's brows twitched, and he always felt that this student was a bit out of common sense, "Longevity."

"How was it written?" she asked again.

Qin Huan pondered, "It's a good character to be in control of the high but hidden and invisible." This is a bit surprising, the words written by the female students from China are actually very strong.

Moreover, what she wrote was not the small script commonly used in Shenzhou, nor the abbreviated script commonly used in Zangyunjian, but an even more ancient script, so ancient that if he did not study literature and history, he might not necessarily understand it.

Zhan Changfeng said, "Master Qin asked me to wait and use the best words and record the chapters I admire the most. For me, I have used the best words, and 'longevity' is enough to cover all the scenery."

Madness or sophistry?

The most attentive people stopped their pens and looked at the window, whispering and exploding.

Qin Huan's eyes are shrewd, others don't know, he knows that she won't keep silent on other articles, secretly knowing whether this quick wisdom is good or bad, in all fairness, he prefers that his students face up to their own shortcomings rather than cover up the past.

So he deliberately wondered, "Two words are too few to be read in depth, is there anything else?"

Zhan Changfeng refused bluntly, "Enough is enough."

Qin Huan stared at her, as if trying to find something, and Zhan Changfeng looked back calmly.

For a long time, Qin Huan suddenly realized that he was talking to her, and she was talking to him.

Qin Huan thought this was a bit absurd. If a child can understand what Tao is, he just said some ambiguous words on purpose, and it was not enough whitewashing.

He couldn't help shaking his head, "Children don't talk about longevity."

Qin Huan said to all the students, "You all hope that you can cultivate and long for longevity, but you should be pragmatic and don't be fascinated by those vain thoughts."

Many students nod their heads and think, there is a lot of deep meaning in it, and the cleverness is hidden.

Zhan Changfeng just smiled and didn't care to argue.

Suddenly, Li Baimao seemed to have received some kind of amnesty, and he couldn't help raising his hands and shouting, "Master Qin, reciting the general history is a very non-existent thing for me, it's too impractical, can I not recite it? !"

"Delusional." Qin Huan scolded him, and poured a bucket of cold water, "You haven't memorized your book in the morning, come over and pick up the board before you go home, so as not to accumulate it until tomorrow."

At the end of the lesson, Zhan Changfeng wiped off the ink stains that he accidentally got on his fingertips, and his vision suddenly dimmed.

"Okay, sister, just came here, and you have a fight with Master Qin." The people in the corridor outside, most of their bodies lying on the window sill, smiled showing two dimples and a pair of fangs, holding a freshly washed brush and a pair of fangs in their hands. The small blue and white dish was washed quite cleanly.

Zhan Changfeng narrowed his eyes, "Move a little to the right."

"Ah? Oh." Li Baimao moved his body, seeing that the light on Zhan Changfeng disappeared, but he didn't walk away, and complained slightly, "You are really a jerk, Yu Sheng, talking about people What's the word for scumbag?"

Yu Sheng, "Dead skin and shame."

"Yo, did I use the right words?!" Li Baimao exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, you finally found a word that suits you." Yu Sheng was also very happy.

Li Baimao was confused, "What word?"

"Damn it." The tall boy sneered as he passed by.

"You wait for me, Han Zhigao."

Li Baimao has a big heart, how could he use the word "dead skin and shame" as a joke before he knew him. If no one was there to help him, he would have been sacked many times.

Yu Sheng looked at this new classmate with no embarrassment or pretended understanding, as if he was just enjoying the rare shade, which was different from the people he had met before.

Yu Sheng has a beautiful appearance, his Emei is lightly swept, his eyes are like stars, he sits peacefully, his hands are in front of his belly, and he greets Zhan Changfeng across the narrow aisle.

The scribe's attire is commensurate with the beauties, gentle and arrogant.

She said, "Hello, Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng Yu, Yu Sheng's Sheng."

Li Baimao rolled his eyes, "Sister, why don't you introduce it, you know what the word is."

Zhan Changfeng put one hand on his cheek, tilted his head and looked at her lazily, the corners of his eyes seemed to be highlighted with a smile, "Yu Sheng Shang's remarks, the beauty was in the past, and the beauty has not yet begun, and she dares to spend the rest of her life."

Li Baimao couldn't hear the shame, but watched helplessly as Lan Xinting Yiwenba, who was stunned, suddenly became cautious, as if resentful and helpless, "I just accept it as a compliment."

"This is also a compliment." Zhan Changfeng said.

The magnanimity was overwhelming, but luckily the bell rang and the chess lesson began.

Yu Sheng listened to the old gentleman's explanation of the chess manual, but his thoughts drifted to the new classmate unconsciously. In just an hour, his impressions changed three times.

At first, she stood tall at the door, restrained and restrained, polite but ruthless.

The sentence "enough" is full of madman-style persistence and spirit, but when she squinted her eyes and said white, she was gentle and lazy, with a penetrating transparency.

If temperament constitutes a person, then she is probably one point restrained and polite, and nine points dare to challenge the sky.

Zhan Changfeng has no intention of exploring herself in other people's eyes. She takes the chess book and thinks empty. Playing chess is really her shortcoming. What she dislikes the most is walking in this kind of dead game. , and may not jump out of a disc.

The old man who taught chess explained the game of chess while citing the classics. After half an hour, he asked them to fight against each other.

Usually there are two people in the front and rear seats, and you can turn around.

In front of Zhan Changfeng is a young man named Wang Xi, who is holding a chess piece in one hand and his stomach in the other.

Seeing his bad expression, she said, "If you're uncomfortable, you can rest."

"No, no," Wang Xi smiled embarrassedly, "I just get a stomach ache when I'm in a hurry."

"It may be caused by the imbalance of the liver and spleen. It's a small illness and a big one. If you have time, go to the hospital to have a look."

"Hey. Thank you, you will still see a doctor."

"Not only will I see a doctor, I will also see a doctor," Zhan Changfeng said with a blank face, "When you put down your chess pieces, your stomach will definitely not hurt."

Wang Xixuan didn't dare to move his hand on the chessboard. He widened his eyes, looked at the white chess in his hand, and then looked at the vacant seat that was just opposite, "True or false, no, don't lie to me, I know I'm going to lose, and this guy is very useless."

Zhan Changfeng didn't speak any more.

Wang Xi glanced at her, hesitated again and again, and finally dropped the chess piece, and the remaining white chess pieces were connected, and the dragon was alive!
"I won?!" The boy shouted in shock, how did it survive!

Most people have finished a game, and they are not limited by distance, and they walk around to find suitable opponents.

When Wang Xi shouted, he happened to be walking by alone, and when he heard it, he snorted coldly, "What do you think?"

He glanced at Zhan Changfeng with a hint of contempt.

"Who is this?" Zhan Changfeng asked casually.

Wang Xi frowned, "Yu Zhihuai."

Li Baimao's management was very wide, and he twisted his neck and shouted, "Yu Zhihuai, master."

Zhan Changfeng raised his eyebrows, and Li Baimao left his opponent behind and ran over, pressing his voice, "Master of chess, if you win, he won't just pass by."

(End of this chapter)