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“I have nothing to teach you. I am not practicing the Heavenly Cry Book. Besides, don't call me Senior Song, call me Book Hang. I can't, I can take Song Yi the Knife.” Song Shuhang replied: “Besides, before you cry... I have warned you before, if Lord Chu does not accept you, you can try, can you directly bait Yas as your teacher? ”

“Senior Song, it is an effect to treat you as a teacher and Fairy Bayesian as a teacher, so take me as your apprentice. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Although I am a bulk repair, Senior Song, you can ask, my character is absolutely reliable.” The crying old man choked.

The Seven Reverends silently carried out a spell, covering Song Shuhang, himself and others, so that ordinary people could not see their figure.

Then the Seven Reverends said: “Crying Friend... think clearly, there is no chance of regret if you take a 'Xuan Sheng’ as your teacher. ”

Though Song Shuhang Xiaomai has only four tastes, his‘ eight pins Xuansheng ’identity is also authentic, and the appearance of sanctity in front of people is not a joke. Once the seal has gathered, some Xuansheng has special abilities, and Song Shuhang Xiao friends will not be spared.

“As long as Senior Song agrees, I will never regret it.” The crying old man looked forward to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang shook his head: “Cry friend, wait for me for a few days. How about I give you another answer when Yas comes out? ”

He really couldn't teach the old man to cry, but if he did, he could teach her how to transcend, refine and knife. But he didn't learn the Heavenly Cry Book.

So, only wait for Ye Si to come out, then ask Ye Si what he means, see if she wants to take the old man crying as an apprentice.

“Senior Song, how long will it take?” The crying old man wiped away his tears and asked.

“Seven or eight days less, and a month more.” Song Shuhang replied, with the contractual link between him and Yas, he can be sure that Yas will be on the loot within a month.

“Understood, Senior Song. I'm going to prep for worship.” The crying old man nodded.

Then he turned around and flew away.

“Actually, little book sailing friend, you can take him.” The Seven Sisters laughed.

“But I really don't have anything to teach him, and you can't see it, seniors. I'm in the name of 'The First Holy of the Millennium', but I'm really only four.” Song Shuhang smiled bitterly.

The crying old man wanted to learn the sequel to the "Heavenly Cry Treasure Book", but Song Shuhang was not sure if Yas wanted to accept the crying old man as an apprentice. If Yas disagrees, Song Shuhang definitely cannot pass on the sequel to the Heavenly Cry Book.

Besides, crying old man doesn't match his style. His seven sermons sent a 'Vajra Gentleman's Knife’ to Xiaocai. Song Yi, the superior knife, was destined to stay. The next woodworkers, white whale knives, Book Mountain Buddhists, Daoist searchers, Brothers of Kindness are just a few sermons. None of them are suitable for crying old people.

“Seven Shu seniors, there is still a little time until night, why don't you go somewhere to rest for a while?” Song Shu Hangdao.

In the afternoon, he and XVI still have classes.

“I'll find somewhere to practice for a while, and the afternoon time will pass.” The Seven Reverends said, he is now playing a meditation moment, it is one afternoon.

Saying, the Seven Patriarchs looked up to the sky: "Looks like it's going to rain. It's a perfect day, and I'm going straight up to the clouds to practice. I'll be in touch at night. ”

“OK.” Song Shuhang nodded.

The Seven Sisters waved their hands with a smile and dispersed the spell that gathered around the three of them. He then flashed and left in the light.

After Senior Qixiu left, Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, and the clouds were dense in the sky. The weather, he said, changed.

“Let's go too.” Song Shu Hangdao, honestly, lately he is a bit sensitive to the clouds. It always feels like when this thing condenses, it suddenly turns into a lightning strike on his head, or it probes into a cannon tube and shoots at him.

“Mm-hmm." Sioux XVI replied with a smile.

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Afternoon classes begin.

Song Shuhang found his roommate and sat beside them.

At this time, Tubo pushed Song Book Hang with his elbow. “Book Hang, you can do it. When did you get Teacher Su from the art department next door? Real people don't show their faces. Teacher and student love is so exciting. ”

Song Shuhang: “…” Is Tubo talking about Ah XVI?

“I've checked that Su teacher is an art department genius who has returned overseas. Her work has even won a world-class award, a true talent. This time, Jiangnan University City also paid a huge price to hire her.” Yangde tapped the tablet on one side and pulled out the profile of ‘Teacher Su'.

“By the way, when did you know Mr. Su?” Gao asked.

Song Shuhang: “You three forgot. Didn't we make a movie with her? ”

“Wait, the little girl in the movie with the knife and no trace? No wonder Teacher Su looked familiar to me.” Tuba pinched his chin.

Due to the size of the AXVI role switch, the three of them were unable to connect the talented teacher Su with the little girl who acted without a trace of the knife.

Kocoum also approached Song Shuhang, laughing: “Well, Shuhang. How far have you come with Teacher Su? ”

Tubo: “Speaking of which, I didn't expect you to find the aesthetics of your girlfriend at Book Sailing to be like Gao's. They all like this delicate woman. ”

Song Shuhang: “...” Why does this mean in Tubo's mouth that he's as guilty as Lori?

“Tubor, you don't understand. You don't understand the cuteness of small women. Little looks, can't help but protect them in their arms and take good care of them. Besides, small looks make them look particularly adorable.” Gao is some kind of proud ocean lane.

“I still like Opie a little bigger.” Tupo compares in front of his chest: “If I'm looking for a girlfriend, I must target the type of Sister Zhao Ya of Book and Aviation. ”

Song Shuhang: “…” Tubo, are you trying to be my brother-in-law?

“Young man, you don't understand. What's wrong with your chest?” A certain face is tall and uncertain.

“Hey, the topic of the discussion is over.” Yang De pushed his glasses: “The poem was sitting beside him. ”

Siroly was looking down at her chest at the moment, and half a mile later, she seemed suddenly awake to something. Then... she quietly moved away from a seat high.

Ko A: “...” Hey, Poetry Girl, you misunderstand, I just like small women, but I'm not a Lori controller, I can't do this to real Lori like you, and I have a ticket!

Song Shuhang's heart was unbelievably happy when he saw that one of Ko's people had been abandoned by Siroli.

“By the way, Book Sailing. Are you feeling better?” Yang De asked out loud, in the morning he remembered Song Shuhang's face from time to time was white and seemed painful.

“Rest assured, my body is twice as good..." Song Shuhang spoke only halfway, then his face twitched.

The shock sensation on your left hand is back, and the shock on this day is stronger than it was in the morning. Song Shuhang finally adapted to the shock intensity in the morning, and did not expect the shock intensity to increase in the afternoon.

Song Shuhang turned silently and leaned against the table, biting his teeth to endure the pain of electric shock.

“Hey, hey, Book Sailing, you better take the day off.” Yang De worried that it didn't look all right at all.

“Don't worry, it's really okay.” Song Shuhang waved.

This day the electric shock came fast, and it went fast. It appears that Senior White discovered something wrong with his left hand, remedied his left hand and strengthened his left hand defense.

Around ten breaths later, the White Venerable placed a note in his left hand.

Song Shuhang moved his mind and transferred the note to the present world.

[Excuse me, Book Sailing. There was an operational error and a nuclear bomb exploded. By the way, Book Sail, do you have a computer around you? Pass me one, it's boring to brush the sky, but I haven't collected all the models of the sky robbery bomb yet, so I don't want to brush it again. So, you send over the computer, and I want to play some games, just one computer.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Is this the White Dowager or the White Dowager?

Song Shuhang tore up a piece of paper and wrote: "No computer, but Senior Bai, you can play mobile games.

After writing, Book Sail sent the note to Heavenly Robbery World.

A moment later, the White Honourable replied: [The phone accidentally blew up in this wave of nuclear bombs just now… why don't you lend it to me? Just the last time I saw your phone screen cracked. After this day's robbery, we'll each go buy a new phone, and then I'll give you a magic change.

Song Shuhang looked at his phone. Since the last time his screen cracked, he has not been repaired by Senior Bai. Plus, after the hijacking last night, his phone was also damaged by the hijacking, flower screens from time to time from morning onwards. I'd like to change the new one.

Therefore, Song Shuhang first removed his card from the phone, and the card also seemed to be damaged, so it was necessary to find time to replace the new card.

Song Shuhang then put the phone back in his pocket, and at this time, pass it on to Baijong.

With the mobile phone playing, the white seniors in this class didn't send any more notes.

Song Shuhang can imagine heavenly robbery in the world. Senior Bai brushed heavenly robbery while playing mobile phone games. Well, Senior White is happy.

……

……

During the class break, Song Shuhang was bored and painted on paper at will.

“Brother Song, what are you drawing?” Siroli turned around and looked at the pattern on Song Shuhang's paper.

Looks like a giant flying sword. But on the flying sword, there's also a bar and a vertical line, and I don't know what it is.

“I'm drawing blueprints.” Song Shuhang is a serious road.

“Blueprints? A new flying sword?” The poem asks curiously.

“It's a knife!” Song Shuhang had a verbal answer of 'Pronunciation into Confidentiality’.

“Oh, what are these black lines up there?” The poem asks.

“It's a guardrail.” Song Shuhang raised his thumb: “Don't you think it's particularly safe to fly with a sword and a guardrail?

Poetry: "…”

Although this may not be a good way to describe Brother Song, she really wants to say: MDZZ.