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For a moment, all the disciples flashed onto the big brother's cloud head, and their movements were smooth and skillful.

Without further words, a cloud of sapphire mist rose from the Baiyun Tower, and he fled far away in an instant.

Only Qing Chi, Huo Ling'er who was a little dazed, and a little red bird struggling in the divine light remained on the spot.

It was still lively and lively just now, but now it is extremely clean, and the faint sizzling light on the side is very clear.

"Senior brother and sister run so fast..." Huo Ling'er murmured.

"Mr.? Very powerful? Is it as powerful as my elder sister..."

While talking, Qingchi went to the academy with a ray of divine sense, and scanned around casually, but found the old teacher, who had no cultivation base, just a little bit of a temper.

How can he manage the group of Qingyun sect disciples like this, Qingchi secretly thought, so a ray of divine light popped out and penetrated into the old teacher's body, and then left that divine thought in the lecture hall.

Then Qing Chi lay down with him, the mist under his feet turned into a cloud bed, he raised his hand, and a curtain of light appeared in the void more than ten feet in front of him, inside it was the lecture hall of the poetry class, Qing Chi pulled Huo Ling'er past, Leaning against the cloud bed together, we got ready to watch a play.

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Master Bai is right, there are really quite a few Qingyun sect disciples studying poetry and prose in the academy, there are as many as ten of them.

The little fat man enrolled in the poetry class in order to fulfill his promise, and later saw that Luo Li also liked poetry, so he really put his heart into studying it.

Fortunately, now that the primordial spirit has been cultivated and the spiritual sense is strong, it is not too difficult to understand and memorize these complicated poems, but it takes a lot of work to write a good article.

It's just that I always ask for leave recently. Although the head of the mountain nodded in agreement, he never missed the poems that should be copied.

Among other things, the little fat man's chicken paw characters finally took shape, and Luo Li would also help copy the text, which made the little fat man a little bit of fun.

Nangong Xiaojing had already signed up for poetry class, but she still didn't finish the class.

In Xiaojing's words, poetry and prose can cultivate people's sentiments, so it is better to study for a while, but it seems that I have written several articles secretly, but I still haven't been recognized by the old teacher of poetry and prose.

Bai Zhan sees that both the senior brother and the second senior sister have applied for poetry and prose, and they also want to apply for it. After being found out by Xiao Jing, he hastily persuaded him to quit.

The green ant was dragged by Caiwei to study poetry, and she said that if she is a good sister, she should study together. The green ant doesn’t care, she can learn anything, and it’s not difficult to memorize poetry. Even if she can’t remember, there is still a little ant demon Woolen cloth.

And the younger brother who was not born really likes poetry and prose, so he can read some poems and prose when he has time to go back.

Yu Tong and Lanzhi were also lured by Caiwei to enroll in the poetry class, and Luo Xiaoyu was lured by Caiwei to enroll in the poetry class as soon as they came to the academy, and they both fell into poetry as deep as the sea.

Miss Caiwei, who dragged many juniors and younger sisters into the sea, was even flopping in the sea.

However, on the way to the poetry class today, Miss Caiwei felt a little elated, she really tasted the taste of love, she couldn't control herself, she kept leaning against Luo Xiaoyu.

Luo Xiaoyu was also a little distracted, but she couldn't stand the crowd of Qingyun sect disciples watching, so she dared to be really presumptuous, standing on the head of the cloud in an orderly manner.

Fortunately, the head of the White House escaped light quickly, and within a moment, he had already settled down in the Academy of Arts.

The time was just right, and Baiyunlou took most of the disciples into the lecture hall of the poetry class.

As soon as he arrived at the door, and was about to see the ceremony, everyone couldn't help but tremble, the old teacher was trembling all over, his messy hair and white beard exploded, and he looked similar to Ah Li.

Is this Senior Sister Qingchi coming...

"Big sister..." Many young disciples exclaimed.

Bai Yunlou sensed carefully, and really noticed Senior Sister Qingchi's aura, but she didn't detect it, she turned her head and said softly: "Senior Sister was on a whim, it should be because she saw that the old teacher was weak, so she should make up for him, so she hurried back to her seat, Otherwise, if the old gentleman wakes up and thinks we are late, it will be bad."

Upon hearing this, a group of juniors and juniors hurried back to their seats and sat down.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, the old teacher woke up, as if he hadn't experienced any pain or torture, but was a little more energetic.

This is all the method of my senior sister, and now she is still preparing to watch the excitement in this lecture hall with spiritual thoughts, Baiyunlou sighed secretly, and the corners of her mouth could not help but bend.

It's rare that senior sister Qingchi is interested, so I want to let senior sister have fun, after all, they are all like-minded people.

Seeing the students sitting neatly under the stage, the old teacher couldn't help being stunned, as if he had just been confused for a while, and suddenly the lecture hall was full.

Shaking his somewhat overly sober head, the old teacher shouted loudly: "Class starts..."

"Get up and salute..." Bai Yunlou stood up and shouted, while saluting the old man.

A group of students immediately stood up and saluted. At this time, senior brother Bai proposed the new rules for the students, and got the support of many teachers, and the old teacher in front of him was very helpful.

"Well, yes, everyone is in good spirits today, and they arrived neatly... Old rules, let's start reciting..., the first one, Nangong Feiyang." The old teacher praised, and then entered the room smoothly. The old rules stage.

After each poetry class, the old teacher will leave an ancient poem for each student, which will be checked in the next class, and each student's poems are still different.

Hearing the old teacher pointing at himself, the little fat man stood up involuntarily, and recited without saying a word. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

It seems that the little fat man has worked hard in the past few days, and he recited it quite smoothly.

Then the students took turns to recite, each with its own merits.

Not surprisingly, Caiwei's small team was almost wiped out. Except for Yu Tong who recited the complete essay very vigorously, the rest of the classmates were very fortunate to be reprimanded by the old man and punished to copy it ten times.

Senior Brother Bai lived up to expectations, and read...recited that poem with emotion in cadence, and won loud praise from the old teacher.

Junior sister Xia recited it sentence by sentence, Kaka, and passed the test smoothly.

"Senior Brother Academy, you have gone to the Sea of ​​Memory again, Xiao Chaoyang can see it..." Xia Chaoyang sent a voice transmission to Senior Brother.

"Second Senior Sister of the Academy, Xiao Hualing's recitation is fairly smooth, hehe..." He and his Junior Sister looked at each other, their eyes flickered, and they were both a little smug.

Afterwards, the old teacher officially started today's poetry commentary.

Luo Xiaoyu insisted on listening for a while, and finally gave up, quietly took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter at home.

Caiwei, who was mostly focused on Ailang, couldn't help but smile when she saw Luo Xiaoyu writing, and couldn't help but take a second look.

As a result, the old teacher naturally took a serious look, and immediately became furious, shouting: "Luo Xiaoyu, stand up..."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Xiaoyu stood up immediately, still a little dazed, she didn't know why she stood up.

"Don't concentrate on listening to the commentary, what are you writing?" Seeing Luo Xiaoyu standing up obediently, the old teacher looked a little better and asked aloud.

"I'm writing a letter from home..., uh, I've been in the academy for a few months, and the student hasn't sent the letter home yet. I just heard the old gentleman's comment, and I feel like writing a letter home."

As soon as he heard the old teacher's question, Luo Xiaoyu immediately said what he had done, but luckily he reacted quickly, and quickly rounded up the conversation.