The correct usage of Tsundere Junior Brother

Pan Yue suddenly took Yang Rongji's hand, and said eagerly: "Come on, let's go to the school to have a look!"

They came to the entrance of a book school. Although the whole town was under martial law, the school did not stop classes, and there was still the sound of reading books.The two followed the sound, and looked in through the back window, only to see a gentleman in Taoist robes teaching a class, and asked, "Who will explain the morality of the five buckets of rice?"

The children in the school raised their hands enthusiastically, and the master ordered one of them, and the child quickly said: "There is no form and no image, Tao produces all things, immortality, cultivation of Taoism becomes immortal."

The gentleman nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Yes, let's learn the next chapter of Wudoumi Daoyi, the master Zhang Tianshi. Zhang Tianshi studied hard at a young age, cared about the world, and hoped to save all the poor people in the world. After he became a fairy, he founded the Wudoumi Dao. No matter rich or poor, high or low, as long as you pay five buckets of rice, you can enter Taoism, and everyone under the sect can practice the true scriptures, and everyone can live forever and become immortals."

"Sir, I want to enter the Tao!"

"I want me too!"

The children raised their hands excitedly, and the master closed the book and smiled: "You are very lucky to be able to get the true instruction of the Five Dou of Rice Dao at such a young age. You must know how much time wasted when your parents entered the Dao at such an old age. So You have to study harder and practice harder, understand?"

The children's eyes shone with hope, and they shouted yes in unison.

This scene is like a pyramid scheme.Pan and Yang, who came from the orthodox school, had never seen such a brainwashing scene, and the expressions on their faces were appalling, but Pan Yue had to admit: "This is really, quite powerful."

However, in the next second, a chill came from behind the two of them, and a sweet fragrance wafted in the air. Yang Rongji subconsciously shouted: "Run!" Sword away.Pan Yue turned his head tremblingly and was startled. He saw a cloud of black mist closely behind him, and in the black mist, a boy with a stern smile was staring at them with hatred. It was Tao Zhizhu.

Tao Zhizhu sternly said: "I will kill everything that obstructs my eyes!" He slapped the two of them with his backhand, and this palm swept towards them with endless hatred and black mist.Pan Yue's eyes widened in fear. He thought of the old woman's screams in front of the city gate. As long as he was covered by the black mist, even a little bit, he would fester like her, until he died in pain!

Yang Volume pushed the frosting speed to the extreme, so that the sword body rubbed against the air, making a whining sound, and the sword body even became hot.

However, the cloud of black mist followed like a shadow, and the speed was even faster, and it was about to pounce on the two of them!It was too late to say, and it was soon, Pan Yue didn't know which orifice he had suddenly opened, and took out the small iron pot that old man Meng gave him, and shouted "big, big, big!" The iron pot suddenly swelled, Magnified several times, it can barely block the black mist.It's just that the trend of the iron pot getting bigger seems to be unstoppable, it's getting bigger and bigger, taller than a person, Pan Yue can hardly hold it, and said in surprise: "Fuck, it's the first time I've been a cook for so many years. See such a big pot!"

"Want to escape?" Tao Zhizhu's expression became more serious, and Yang Rongji's vision blurred, and he caught up with them in a blink of an eye, keeping pace with them.

Pan Yue held the iron pot with great difficulty: "Brother, let's talk if we have something to say, don't do it!"

"Speak well?" Tao Zhizhu laughed sternly, "Tell me now, why didn't you speak well when you killed people?!" He balled a huge black ball on his chest with both hands, and suddenly turned to the two of them. Throw it!

Pan Yue yelled violently, holding the iron pan with both arms, and waved it at Tao Zhizhu!

In an instant, black mist burst out of the sky, and as soon as it fell on the iron pot, it was blown away by it, and the iron pot continued unabated, and hit Tao Zhizhu with a "bang". Tao Zhisuke rolled up in the pot, and then threw him high, throwing him straight out.

Pan Yue was startled, he looked at his hands in disbelief, and murmured: "My, I have finally mastered the technique of turning spoons?!"

At the same time, Yang Rongji turned around abruptly, and pushed his head down, only to see the black mist covering the sky, like a waterfall flying down, submerging them from head to toe.

The two started coughing frantically.Pan Yue tugged on Yang Volume's sleeve, his figure was unstable, and he said with a dazed expression: "Volume, how do I feel, feel..."

Yang Rongji also said: "Dizzy..."

After all, the two fell from mid-air with a sword crackling, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Tao Zhizhu landed lightly on the ground, looking at the two, his face was uncertain.

Pan Yue felt a cold hand touching his face. The hand moved gently, from his forehead down, along his cheeks, until his nose. The fingers gently traced the shape of his facial features, and then stayed on his cheeks. On the lips, nostalgia.Pan Yue thought, who is so affectionate?He slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on Yang Rongzhu's lap, facing Yang Rongju's slightly astonished face.

hand?Where did the hand come from?Pan Yue looked at Yang Rongju's hands wiping Ningshuang, thinking that he was really dreaming.

Yang Rongji said coldly: "Get off me when you wake up."

Pan Yue knocked his head and sat up, wondering, "Why did I lie on your lap?"

Yang Rongji coughed, and said unnaturally: "Of course you climbed up by yourself, could it be that I invited you up?"

Pan Yue recalled it for a while, and he didn't have the memory of crying and crying to sleep on his lap, but thinking with his toes, it couldn't be that Yang Volume took the initiative to do it, maybe he didn't sleep well.He looked around and found that they were in a small woodshed. The room was dark, and they must have been thrown here by Tao Zhizhu.

Pan Yue felt a little itchy on his arm. He looked down, and his heart tightened. He saw several small lumps swollen on the flesh, showing varying degrees of ulceration. Some were slightly broken, while others had sunk deeply.Yang Rongji followed his gaze, and said in a low voice: "Don't panic, there are a lot of rare medicinal herbs at home, there must be a way."

Pan Yue didn't care too much. After saving people in the sea of ​​fire, he took a lot of light on life and death. What's more, if he died in this world, he might be able to return to his real home. Wouldn't it be beautiful?

He looked around, and was about to get up and push the door of the firewood room, but when he got up, something caught him under his feet, and he fell headfirst on Yang Rongju.Pan Yue was dizzy, but felt his face was pressed against something soft and warm.He saw that this was not good, and he found that his face was firmly attached to Yang Rongju's lips.Pan Yue immediately got up repeatedly apologetically, while Yang Rongji stared at him with a look of being defiled by the prodigal son, "Pan Yue! You!"

"I was wrong!" Pan Yue hurriedly hugged his head, fearing that Yang Rongji would slash himself in anger.When he lowered his head, he found a pair of shiny silver shackles on his ankles. He thought to himself why he tripped just now.

Yang Rongji snorted and said, "Is your iron pot still on you?"

Pan Yue touched his bosom, and felt fortunately that he took back the iron pot immediately before fainting, which is really a magic weapon in his hand.He handed over the iron pot that had been shrunk into small pieces. Yang Rongju pinched the body of the pot, revealing a thin handle. With the other hand, he lifted the shackles on Pan Yue's ankle, inserted the thin needle into the keyhole, and stabbed it with ease. After a few clicks, the lock snapped open.

Pan Yue couldn't help exclaiming: "I'm so stupid, you can unlock it!"

Yang Rongji said sullenly: "You can do it even if you are locked up a few more times."

Pan Yue: "???" He was about to ask in detail what it means to be locked up several times, but in the blink of an eye Yang Rongji had already unshackled his own feet and kicked the door open.

Outside is the backyard of a family, and next to it is the back kitchen. There is no one there at this time, and Pan Yue feels that this place looks very familiar.Yang Rongji pondered for a moment, and said, "If you guessed right, this should be the backyard of the Song Mansion."

Pan Yue slapped his head: "Indeed, I said the architectural style here is so familiar."

Yang Rongji gently hugged his waist, stepped on the wall with his breath, and the two quickly walked along the wall without making a sound.Pan Yue thought, Hey, I don't know how many times today he was walked with his arms around his waist like this. Not only was he very used to it, but he even enjoyed it a little bit.

The two came to the front hall of the Song Mansion, looked down, and saw that Heyang, which used to be lifeless in the past, was now in a commotion, and countless people emerged from the streets and alleys, all crowding at the gate of the Song family.Their expressions are no longer anxious and desperate, but full of expectation.Yang Rongji frowned and said, "What's the situation?"

The door of the Song family, which had been closed all the time, was now open to welcome all the people in Heyang, and a group of Taoist priests in robes of Yinghuang Heling were standing at the door with their hands folded.There was a table for the Eight Immortals at the gate, and the people who came came lined up neatly, eagerly waiting for something to be handed out.

Among the five buckets of rice Taoists was Sun Xiu with a delicate face, and the one in the middle was tall, but sharp-eyed, and looked a bit fierce. He was the old Taoist that he saw in Tao's house.

Seeing that there were enough people coming to the door, the old Taoist clapped his hands to make everyone quiet, and began to speak: "Fathers and folks, we have suffered an indiscriminate disaster in Heyang for many days, and how many innocent people died in this disaster. Among them, how did you get here these days? Every day, you worry about watching your relatives and friends die tragically, but you can’t help them. And when we are facing a catastrophe, what did the officials and gentlemen in the imperial city do for us? Did they ever send a grain of rice or a medicine to the city? No, they did nothing but try their best not to let us go out! Why should we have to bear this? Why do honest people who usually work hard , good people who have never done bad things against their conscience have to bear this?"

These words touched the hearts of these people. Thinking back to the pain they had endured during this period of time, everyone couldn't help but feel angry: Why?Why should they suffer these pains?When they were in dire straits, what did the officials who usually collect taxes do?

These words were like igniting a fire, blowing out the darkest and most evil thoughts buried in the hearts of the refugees. I don't know who was the first to shout: "Kill them! Kill the officers and soldiers! Kill them!" the emperor!"

In an instant, everyone started to shout crazily: "Kill them! Let them die badly! Taste the same pain as us!"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and watched all this with a sneer.

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