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Above the training ground, a shadow was rapidly passing along the wall, but it was not a straight line. The shadow moved left and right, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Sometimes it suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared ten feet away.

After a few rounds, the afterimage staggered, rolled on the ground a few times, and fell to the ground gasping for breath.

It was Zhao Yushu who tried hard to integrate the stepping shadow step into the fleeting glimpse of light.

It's been more than half an hour. I succeeded 17 times and failed 15 times. It's a 50-50 chance.

Zhao Yushu struggled to get up and sat on the ground. It was not that easy. Even with the Jade Rat's background, it was not that easy.

Moreover, practicing footwork is extremely exhausting. Zhao Yushu is now dizzy, his legs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and his spiritual power is completely consumed. Madam Xu has lost her usual sharpness and is quietly suspended in the sea of ​​qi. Even the coldness has weakened a lot.

After resting for a while and brushing off the dirt on his body, Zhao Yushu slowly walked towards the food court. He needed to replenish his energy.

The whole academy woke up with the sound of a bell. The chef looked at Zhao Yushu in surprise as he walked into the food court with the sound of the bell: "You are hungry so early!"

A big meat bun with small pickles, boiled eggs and rice porridge, a big mouthful of it, indescribably comfortable

There won't be any adventures or romantic encounters for breakfast. After all, we are using the script of the immortal world, not a campus youth idol drama.

The morning class was mathematics. To be honest, modern mathematics was a dimensionality reduction blow to ancient mathematics. Even Lao Zhao, who could get 60 points in advanced mathematics, could understand this entry-level mathematics after a good sleep. A sense of superiority from the modern world gushed out unconsciously.

During the break, a student from Erye poked his head in and asked, "Which one is Junior Brother Zhao Yushu?"

Zhao Yushu looked up blankly: "It's me"

"Liu Jijiu is calling you"

After asking for leave from the professor, Zhao Yushu walked towards Liu Jijiu's study in confusion. Didn't he say that he would go to the military camp in a few days? Could it be that he would go earlier?

Walking into the study, Liu Jijiu was sitting in the main seat, and the guest seat was an old monk with a kind face. The two were drinking tea and chatting. Zhao Yushu suddenly realized that Xiangjiang Temple had come to redeem the person.

"This is the abbot of Xiangjiang Temple, why don't you pay your respects quickly?" Liu Jijiu waved his hand, and Zhao Yushu hurriedly bowed: "I am Zhao Yushu, and I am honored to meet the abbot."

"Donor Zhao is indeed a young talent," the abbot smiled and replied, "A few useless disciples have caused trouble for Donor Zhao."

"How dare I"

Liu Jijiu looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "Okay, you can go back now."

Huh? You wanted to give me a benefit, why did you let me go back? I came all the way here just to say a few words?

No matter how confused Lao Zhao was, he dared not disobey and immediately left the door.

But since I'm here and have taken leave, it's not appropriate to just go back. So Lao Zhao found a shady place, squatted there, and drew circles on the ground. I won't leave. I'll wait and see what good things you want for me.

The two location experts could not hide Lao Zhao's behavior. Lao Liu smiled slightly and then immediately frowned: "I am sorry to make you laugh, Master."

The old monk still smiled and said, "It is rare to see a young man with such a kind heart. I like this honesty very much. I happen to have a string of Buddhist beads. Although it is not a good thing, it has been with me for several years. Wearing it on a daily basis has some effect on my mind. I would like to trouble Liu Jijiu to pass it to Mr. Zhao as a souvenir."

Liu Jijiu took it with a smile: "On behalf of my nephew, I thank the master."

The old monk was startled, but his expression remained calm: "It's getting late, I won't bother you any more."

The two never mentioned the matter of the seven little monks from beginning to end. Except for saying it to Zhao Yushu at the beginning, they never mentioned the conflict in the inn again. It seemed that this matter did not exist from beginning to end.

Face is sometimes more important than anything else.

The two of them walked out of the house together. Liu Jijiu escorted the old monk out of the academy. Seven monks were waiting outside with their heads lowered.

The old monk did not take a car or a horse. After saying goodbye to Liu Jijiu, he walked south first. The seven young monks followed in a row.

"Come out, this is the Seventh Heaven exterior, who are you hiding from?" Liu Jijiu stood at the gate of the academy with his hands behind his back. Zhao Yushu, who was following him secretly, ran over.

"Uncle, what did you give me?"

"The Buddhist beads that the abbot has carried with him for decades are at least of the lower Xuan grade, and are comparable to mid-grade ones when dealing with ghosts and spirits. You've made a fortune." A string of Buddhist beads was thrown over, and Zhao Yushu hurriedly caught it. This was his first magic weapon with a grade, apart from the treasure that Madam Xu didn't dare to take out, and it was directly of the Xuan grade. He quickly put it on.

A wave of warmth came from the Buddhist beads, and my mind suddenly became clear, and the colors in front of me seemed to be brighter.

Liu Jijiu looked at Zhao Yushu's silly and happy face with some envy. Although he had some Xuan-level treasures, they were not many. It was really a blessing for a fool.

"Go to Xiangjiang Temple less often in the future"

"Why, they still dare to hit me?"

Liu Jijiu snorted coldly: "Now that you have taken advantage, don't act like a good kid. Although Xiangjiang Temple is not as good as Dabei Temple, it still has a certain background in Dongdu. If they are really determined to deal with you, unless you reach the inner scene, don't leave the academy in the future."

Oh my god, is it that fierce?

Zhao Yushu hurriedly covered the Buddhist beads on his left wrist with his sleeve, and behaved like a quail.

"Go back to class," Liu Jijiu turned and left

It's not appropriate to go back to class after taking leave.

Zhao Yushu raised his right hand, with a little mud stains on his index and middle fingers. Now that he had already started, why not practice the Cloud-Exploring Hand?

Outside of Liu Jijiu's study, under the shadow of a big tree, a very perfect circle was drawn on the soil. In the circle, dozens of small holes were arranged irregularly. If someone looked carefully, they would find that these holes were very round and the depth was almost exactly the same.

An interesting scene appeared on the official road in the south of Dongdu City. An old monk with white hair and beard walked in front, and seven young monks followed behind like little ducks. The eight monks walked for four hours without saying a word and walked straight to Xiangjiang Temple.

The abbot went to the meditation room to chant sutras after entering the temple. The seven monks were led to a hall by other monks. After entering, they immediately knelt in a row. Beside them, there were three monks, who were the little monks who were released by Liu Jijiu to report the news, and the fellow monks who were on the stairs, looking at Zhao Yushu and discussing how to punish him.

The door of the lobby slowly closed. The sound of wooden sticks hitting backs mixed with suppressed screams came from inside the door and slowly disappeared into the air.

Back in the morning, Lao Zhao was in the academy clinic, looking at a young lady in white holding a wooden figure and explaining the acupuncture points of the human body to him with admiration.

"What's so great about fingering? You are not a monk. Your fingers are just mortal. It will hurt if you poke them. If you must practice fingering, why don't you put a needle between your fingers?"

A cold light flashed in front of Zhao Yushu's eyes, and a silver needle disappeared at lightning speed. With a hiss, a small section of the silver needle's tail trembled slightly on the wooden man's Tanzhong acupoint.

My finger technique is definitely not that fast, and with this speed, my body protection aura may not be able to block this needle. If a mortal has practiced to the extreme, can he kill a low-level cultivator? !

"Even if you are a cultivator, as long as you are not above the third level of the outer world, you will not be able to withstand my needle. What do you think? Do you want to learn?"

If there wasn't a saying in this world that a man's knees are made of gold, Zhao Yushu would have run over without hesitation, hugged the white-dressed lady's pomegranate skirt, and shouted, "Coach, I want to practice silver needles!"