i have a sword fairy

Not long after, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was reprimanded by a rigid woman with a cold face.

Although Zhao Rong couldn't bear to look at it, he pricked up his ears and listened.

What made him quite gratified was that Gu Yiwu didn't have the serious demerit of "happy plus one" this time.

It's just that the punishment of "Mr. Behind the Speech", well, he was caught on the spot, which is enough for him to drink a pot.

At this moment, outside the Waterside Pavilion, Meng Zhengjun glanced at Zhao Rong, and then stepped into the Waterside Pavilion.

Zhao Rong looked at her back quietly.

In other words, this Meng Xuezheng walks really silently, um, so does her appearance.

In the blink of an eye before Zhao Rong, Meng Zhengjun appeared behind Gu Yiwu, and quietly listened to Gu Yiwu's experience on how to deal with old women.

Zhao Rong looked at the lakeside, and the old man's boat had already parked.

He looked back again.

Gu Yiwu was shrugging his shoulders, looking at Zhao Rong sadly.

The latter sighed softly, stretched out his hand and patted Gu Yiwu's shoulder, and couldn't help but say:

"Listening to what you say is better than fighting for ten years."

Gu Yiwu who demonstrated personally: "???"

……

After a stick of incense.

Meng Zhengjun walked out from the waterside pavilion, ignored Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu who were outside the door, and left directly.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other and stepped into the water pavilion.

The old Jijiu changed a place to fish.

On a platform near the water.

At this time, he was baiting the fishhook, and there was no one else on the stairs. On the stairs, the footsteps of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu gradually sounded.

This old fisherman, with his eyes downcast, is busy with his hands,

Hearing footsteps at this moment, he smiled heartily, "It's Ziyu and Yiwu, why do you want to visit this old man?"

Seeing this, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu threw out their flattery without any money.

Zhao Rong: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."

Gu Yiwu: "Thinking that I didn't bathe in the elegant brilliance of the old gentleman today, Ziyu and I feel very itchy. After getting up in the morning, we are so anxious that we can't wait to come to you and listen to you."

Zhao Rong: "Brother Yiwu, what you said is wrong. I want to criticize you. How old is Mr. Jijiu? Don't talk nonsense. In my opinion, Mr. Jijiu is not old at all, and will always maintain a young heart." Heart."

Gu Yiwu: "..."

He glanced at Zhao Rong speechlessly.

The latter's face is not red and his heart is not beating.

Gu Yiwu had no choice but to nod his head in agreement, united the front, and continued to flatter: "Ziyu is right, I was confused because of my brother, I must have just bumped into a ghost just now. Mr. Jijiu is not old, as long as the heart is not old, people will not be old..."

While swinging his club, the old Jijiu listened cheerfully, stroked his gray beard, and nodded from time to time.

He was refreshed, and turned his head to look at these two young people who were so pleasing to the eye.

Some emotions.

The old Jijiu only thought that his old bones had cultivated two promising pillars for the academy.

He smiled and said: "Ziyu, Yiwu, sit down wherever you want, don't look outside."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he exchanged a glance with Gu Yiwu.

The eyes of the two scanned the surroundings again.

Besides the small bench under the buttocks of the old Mr. Jijiu, where is there a seat?

But the two of them don't care, there are more important things to do today - make a small report.

They took a few steps forward and squatted beside the old Jijiu.

One left and one right.

According to what was discussed outside, Gu Yiwu was the first to spit out his bitterness, and described in detail what Meng Zhengjun had done in the academy these days.

However, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu have a tacit understanding, there is no extra oil and vinegar, and there is no need to add oil and vinegar.

As soon as Gu Yiwu mentioned his new cuju court, his nose burst into tears.

Every word cried blood.

Zhao Rong couldn't bear it, not to mention the old Jijiu who always loved students like children.

"It's unreasonable. This girl is so determined to do things. She doesn't leave any room for anything. She doesn't agree with her concept. The cuju incident in your justice hall was personally approved by the old man. Cuju is also a matter of physical fitness. She dared to withdraw as soon as she said it. !"

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu's eyes lit up.

There is a play.

It's just that before they could add more oil, the old Jijiu's words made the two of them feel a little thump.

"Hey, but ah, Ziyu, Yiwu, you also have to be considerate of the current situation in the school, the mid-month exam is about to come, and your school is supposed to let you study hard..."

"Or, this time, you should work harder for the big exam. After the exam, if you get good grades, the old man will go with you to argue with her. It doesn't make sense to keep targeting Ziyu, you and Zhengyitang. The old man will make the decision for you. Make her give in."

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were still not satisfied.

Let's not talk about whether the days before the mid-month exam can survive.

Being missed by Meng Zhengjun, do you still want to get good grades in the etiquette exam in the mid-month exam?

Difficult.

The two still didn't give up, and said something from the bottom of their hearts.

Gu Yiwu also talked about Meng Zhengjun's unfair treatment of Zhao Rong.

It's just that Lao Jijiu is always practicing Tai Chi, and occasionally explains a few words to Meng Zhengjun.

But most of the time, the old man is comforting Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, sharing the same hatred with the two, and criticizing a certain old-fashioned and serious woman.

Gu Yiwu was in a hurry, it was useless to complain like this.For the exam results of Justice Hall.

He frowned and said seriously:

"Old man, let me say something rebellious but true. This Meng Xuezheng, it seems that the elders or teachers in the family have not taught him well before. He is so old-fashioned in holding grudges. Ziyu and I feel that we still need you to go..."

Snapped--!

Gu Yiwu's words stopped suddenly, because he was suddenly slapped on the back of the head.

The old Jijiu withdrew his hand with a smile.

Gu Yiwu was stunned, "Jijiu, you hit me..."

The old Jijiu nodded and said, "Oh, Ziyu also thinks so."

Snapped--!

Zhao Rong leaned back tactically, raised his hand and rubbed Chi Yu's forehead.

"I'm her father." Old Meng Jijiu said leisurely.

"..." Zhao Rong.

"..." Gu Yiwu.

Chapter 314 Unknown assessment, strictly guard against death

In fact, Zhao Rong did not agree with Gu Yiwu's remarks on family education.

However, he and Gu Yiwu are now in the united front, so they can't hold back.

So it is represented again.

result……

In the tower and water pavilion at this moment.

One old and two young, there was a moment of silence among the three men.

Except for the dull bells not far away.

The air inside the tower was as silent as the surface of the water where Meng Lao's fishhook was placed.

The old man surnamed Meng was still sitting upright, with the fishing rod in his hand motionless.

Even if he freed up a hand just now, he gave a little lesson to the two people next to him who rushed to sue his daughter in a hurry, and complained about the students he didn't teach well.

The postures of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu at this time are somewhat unique.

The two of them squatted on the left and right sides of Meng Lao's offering wine, but their upper backs were on their backs, and their hands were propped back on the cold ground.

No image.

If Meng Zhengjun sees them, he will definitely reprimand them for misbehaving and not doing right.

And this is also an overly formalistic little gift that Zhao Rong has always been vaguely opposed to.

At this moment, Gu Yiwu's heart, like the cold touch from his hands, is also refreshing.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old fisherman with a kind face who felt easy to talk to just a second ago.

Zhao Rong rubbed the back of his head.

Just now he didn't see clearly how the old man made a move.

Is a master, solid hammer.

Zhao Rong nodded affirmatively.

But right now is definitely not the time to feel this, Gu Yiwu is making eye contact with him.

The two looked at each other.

Eye to eye, no, message.

Zhao Rong frowned: Jijiu is also surnamed Meng?Why didn't you say it earlier.

Gu Yiwu stared: How the hell did I know that this school was opened by their father and daughter?Generally, no one dares to call out the names of the elders of this kind of academy, and it's normal not to know.

Zhao Rong frowned and frowned: Then what should we do now?All the embarrassments were committed.

Gu Yiwu closed his eyes: Hey, just wait until you die.

Zhao Rong: ...

It's just that they haven't waited for the two to decide whether to run or surrender.

Old Meng Jijiu, who was carrying his back in front of him, had already opened his mouth softly.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

Zhao Rong coughed, ignored Gu Yiwu, who was pretending to be stupid, and squatted back beside Meng Laojiu again.

The latter smiled and said, "Have you guessed it?"

Zhao Rong clapped his hands, narrowed his eyes and said, "I thought about this, but it's just...too unreal."

Old Meng Jijiu looked at the unmoving bait calmly, "Xiao Meng is indeed not like the old man, but who said that a daughter must be like a father."

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's the reason."

Old Meng Jijiu was a little talkative, his wrinkled face was wrinkled, and he said with a smile:

"I think it's pretty good now. The younger generations have their own destiny, why should they be the same as the elders, follow the same steps, and walk the same path."

The old man paused, suddenly lost his mind.

"Well, it's like Mr. Zhu from your school. The old man likes this girl's temperament. It's very good to teach and write like this and raise orchids, but there is an old guy..."

Old Meng Jijiu shook his head.

Zhao Rong didn't ask any further questions.

He looked down at his hand, and sighed softly, "It's good? It's just a pain for the younger generation." For the old man in front of him, Meng Zhengjun is the younger generation, and Zhao Rong is the younger generation's younger generation.