The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

Ye Wu was stunned when he heard Fang You's words, obviously he had only been separated from them for half an hour.

But what a smart man he is.

He reacted immediately.

The so-called length of time should be that they entered the school at different times.

Huang Shang and Lin Zhishu came in early, so their time was five days.And Fang You came in late, so it was three days. As for Ye Wushen, he just came in.

However, no one found something wrong?

Ye Wu looked at Fang You, who was beside him with his head bowed and writing vigorously, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't tell him the words.

I always feel that the spirits of the people in this school are not normal now, so it's better not to provoke them.

↑The point is that it is useless to say it.

Ye Wushen didn't understand what was going on in this school at the moment. If Fu Xi said it was not an illusion, then it must not be an illusion.Moreover, Ye Wuchen didn't find any traces of illusions here, even if they were illusions, there were traces to follow.

flawed.

But this school right now makes you confused and confused.

If it's not an illusion, what could it be?

Able to affect time...

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However, Ye Wuchen didn't have more time to think about this issue.

because……

Now he is still a student!

Still a student trapped in the classroom, being disciplined by a strict (blackened) teacher!

If you don't want to die, you should study hard and write essays by endorsement.

Those who can't recite it, hehe...

Those shrill screams were still ringing in my ears, and they lasted more than three days!

Ye Wuchen didn't want to experience the pain of being burned by the fire at all, and he didn't want to know where those who were "killed" in the school went.

I always feel that it will be very tragic!

Therefore, in order to save his life, Ye Wuchen also had to indulge in writing small essays, unable to extricate himself.

He picked up the carving knife on the table, and began to write quickly on the blank bamboo slips.

"Is the heaven and earth clear?" Ye Wu pondered, and then began to write on the bamboo slips, "Pangu opened the sky, and there was heaven and earth. The clear air rises to form the sky. The turbid air sinks to form the earth..."

After half an hour.

"The time has come." Said Kunpeng in white, who was sitting above.

He raised his head, stared at the people below, and said, "Submit your bamboo slips."

Everyone who was rushing to the last deadline and finished writing their essays immediately wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and let out a long breath, "Ha, luckily we made it in time, we finished writing."

Then they stood up one by one, left their seats, held their own bamboo slips in their hands, and walked forward in a nonchalant manner.

He put the bamboo slips in his hand on the table in front of Kunpeng.

Even the little phoenix in front of Ye Wushen held a bundle of rolled bamboo slips in his mouth, flapped his wings "pat, clap, clack", and put the bamboo slips on the desk.

Then flew back.

Ye Wushen looked at his appearance, and immediately twitched the corners of his mouth, his face full of sympathy, and his eyes pitying.This is too miserable, tsk tsk...

I saw that Xiao Fenghuang had a distraught expression on his face, dejected and hopeless.

I can't wait to bump my head to death.

How can there be a trace of freshness and agility just now.

Exam-oriented education is really destructive!

Ye Wu sighed deeply, then stood up, picked up his bamboo slips, walked up and handed them in on the table.

After handing in, he turned and walked back.

After all the bamboo slips were handed in, Kunpeng sat on it with a cold and stern expression, picked up the bamboo slips and looked at them one by one.

He saw it very quickly, and it only took an incense stick of time to read it all.

Ye Wushen wondered if he could see ten things with one eye, and scanned them roughly.

Otherwise, how can you see it so fast?

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After reading the last bamboo slip, Kunpeng put it down, looked up at the people below, and said, "Li Yu, Zhang Hong, He Sai, you three failed."

The three people whose names were called by him sat down, their faces turned pale immediately, and they were trembling all over.

As for Kunpeng, he stared down sternly and coldly, "Those who are unqualified, leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the three people's bodies exploded, and the flames sprang up, surrounded them, and burned blazingly.

"Ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Let me go, give me another chance, I'll rewrite, rewrite!"

"Help, save me, save me!!"

"..."

"..."

Ye Wuchen listened to their screams, his heart trembled suddenly, and his face was a bit ugly. Whether it was a real murder or a threat, it was too much...

unacceptable!

He raised his head, glanced at the other people present, and saw that their faces were all pale and frightened, and their eyes were frightened.

Looking at Kunpeng above again, he saw that his expression was still the same cold and serious at the beginning, without the slightest strangeness.

He was not in the slightest moved by his brutality just now.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but said in the sea of ​​knowledge, "This is Kunpeng? Why do you still keep him?"

It's so cruel, it should be shot to death, okay?

Still keep him, let him be a teacher and teach students?

Aren't you afraid to scare the children to death?

Fuxi also had a heavy expression on his face, and said: "He is Kunpeng, but...he is not the Kunpeng I know."

"The Kunpeng I know would never do such a thing." Fuxi said, "Kunpeng is rebellious and will not submit to anyone, even the Demon Emperor. His arrogance will never make him do such a thing." Outrage."

"So, what's going on?" Ye Wushen said.

He didn't doubt Fuxi's words, because Kunpeng was recorded in the legend, and indeed, as Fuxi said, he was a rebellious boy, not the maddened tyrant in front of him who would burn people if he disagreed with him.

"Shen Chen, this is not my teacher."

At this time, the little phoenix in front also flew up, jumped onto his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "My teacher wouldn't treat us like this."

"..." Ye Wu Shen.

So, who is he?

Kunpeng, or sneaky?

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"That's the end of today's class. Remember to come on time tomorrow and don't be late." Kunpeng looked at them, with a stern expression on his handsome face and cold eyes.

Then, he turned around and left the school.

Seeing him leave, Ye Wushen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally gone... get out of class is over." Ye Wuchen has never been like this moment, thinking that it is so beautiful to not have to study after class.

"Ugh--"

The little phoenix on his shoulder also let out a long breath at the same time.

One person and one bird, the expressions on their faces are synchronized.

however--

I haven't waited for them to be happy for 3 minutes.

see you...

At the door, Kunpeng in white, who had left just now, returned again.

Walked in.

"!!!!" Ye Wu sank.

"!!!!" Little Phoenix.

Weed!

How is this going! ?

Why is he back again.

Seeing him going back and forth, Ye Wuchen had a horrified expression on his face, but then immediately comforted himself, saying, maybe he just dropped something, so why don't you come back to get it?

However, soon, his self-comfort was ruthlessly broken.

"Class!" Kunpeng looked coldly at the people below, and said in a stern voice, "Today, what I'm going to tell you is the Tao Te Ching."

"..." Ye Wu Shen.

Little Phoenix couldn't help but said, "Didn't we learn this yesterday?"

Then, Ye Wushen glanced at the school and saw other people with normal expressions on their faces, as if nothing abnormal happened, and they were studying calmly.

seem……

There is nothing unusual about Kunpeng coming back within three seconds of leaving.

This is not right!

Ye Wushen suddenly realized that something was wrong with everyone here.

Not only Kunpeng, but also these students are also abnormal.

Ye Wushen turned his head and asked Fang You beside him, "How many days have you been in?"

"Four days, what's the matter?" Hearing this, Fang You raised his head and glanced at him and said.

"...How many days have I been here?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Why don't you even know that you have been here for a few days? Two days, do you even need to ask?" Fang You said.

"..." Ye Wu Shen.

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Next thing.

It was exactly the same as yesterday, when Kunpeng lectured on the "Tao Te Ching", after a section, he asked people in the school to recite it, and then asked people to ask questions, and those who failed to answer were burned to ashes.

After that, they asked people to write small papers, the topic was the same as yesterday, and then several people were burned to death.

Ye Wushen wrote the same bamboo slips as yesterday and handed them in, but the result was passed.For his paper that was exactly the same as yesterday, Kunpeng didn't show anything wrong.

All these things made Ye Wushen realize something...

He turned his head, looked at Fang You beside him and asked, "Do you remember what the teacher said in class yesterday?"

Fang You heard the words and thought for a while, then frowned, the expression on his face became more and more confused and painful, "I, I, I can't remember!"

"I... ah, my head, my head hurts so much." Fang You stretched out his hands to cover his head, with a painful expression on his face.

Ye Wushen turned his face quickly, and said: "The teacher taught the Tao Te Ching yesterday, why are you so stupid! You can't even remember this."

"Tao Te Ching... yes, it's the Tao Te Ching." After hearing Ye Wushen's words, Fang You's expression gradually recovered, and he said, "It's the Tao Te Ching."

Seeing that he regained his composure, Ye Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Really, I dare not ask him such sensitive questions casually...

Fang You and the others had clearly been affected.

He said to Fuxi in the sea of ​​consciousness, "I think I know what happened, we... were trapped in a memory."

"Here." Ye Wushen raised his head, stared at Kunpeng who was looking down at the bamboo slips submitted by the students seriously, and said, "This is a memory of Kunpeng."

"It's the memory of his teaching on a certain day."