Kill That Man

The Dojo is very different from the Dojo view. Most of Qi's entire country is under the rule of Weekday view. Only six states are under the name of the other three Dojo. Those three views were all opened by disciples of Weekview, equivalent to other courtyards of Weekview.

In this case, the view of the day is different from the others.

It employs semi-open apprenticeships and cultivates a large number of Ordinary Daoists in the Taoist Courtyard. The core members of the monasteries are all disciples of the view of the day. All the Taoists collected in the houses are outside disciples. After selecting the genius, they are sent to Weekview for further study.

In addition to cultivating Taoists, the Taoists also cultivate civilian warlords. Qi Guo Wen Wu Baiguan, the princes, all come from the Taoist court.

Watching this way on a weekday, hold Qi Guo's folklore forces together firmly in hand.

It should be said that Weekday view is the most successful way Yu Qingyao has ever seen it. Zhao Guoyun Haiguan wanted to be a view of the day.

Of course, it takes considerable effort and energy to maintain this scale.

Without unifying the whole country, the other superordinates could not learn.

This way, it looks good, but it also buries the hidden dangers.

The biggest hidden danger is human disorientation. Too much power. Many disciples have never had a view of the day in their lives. How much loyalty do you expect them to have?

Weekday view of the inner courtyard is too big to provide all the courage required for the inner door disciples to practice. When resources are pooled, what is commonly referred to as the gap between rich and poor emerges. The facsimile disciples and inner deans have endless resources in their hands, while the other disciples can only be divided a little.

Most inner door disciples receive less resources than the inner door disciples in other countries.

Many inner disciples are also complaining about this.

The situation of external disciples is even more tragic and is generally similar to that of external disciples with trail views.

Murder cases occur every year for competing seats in the inner house.

The struggle for a facsimile disciple is even more cruel.

Out of the several super gates, the idea of day view is the oldest, the most tired, and usually the lowest.

In the Taoist courtyard, the Taoist disciples are divided into three levels of heavenly and earthly people, with the highest levels of heaven. The human level is from the initial entrance level to the third level of gas maintenance, from the fourth to the sixth level, and from the seventh to the ninth level. Classes are divided within the sky. The first class is the most talented high-ranking disciple. Class 2 is a nine-level apprentice, Class 3 is an eight-level apprentice, and Class 4 is the new seven-level apprentice.

The disciples of Class 2 and Class 3 have essentially cut off their way into the inner courtyard. The best way out is to build a foundation and then serve in the dojo.

Li Cangyue taught the second class.

A significant part of the disciples in the second class were interested in drawing characters. They came to draw characters well and had hope of serving in the Taoist Patriarchate. Ji Ping Dao Court is an avenue, and if you serve here, your salary is pretty good. Second, even if you can't serve in the dojo, you can save a lot of money by drawing your own characters when you do your job.

In one class, there is basically no disciple to think about on the drawings, they are all a hard practice, and the situation in four classes is similar to that in one class.

Class 2 is a large class with more than 200 people, but usually only about 70 people come to class. Most of them are busy going out on assignments or practicing. Usually, there are about thirty people coming to classes.

All Li Cangyue has to do is meet every five to ten afternoons for a syllabus class. Classroom time cannot be less than one hour. Other times can be arranged on your own. If you like, you can do it in the dojo. If you don't like it, nobody cares about sleeping all day.

Li Cangyue turned around and it was lunchtime.

She went to dinner and the professor had a special dining room. When Li Cangyue went to dinner, she found that because she was a professor, it was free. Of course, none of the free ones are too good.

The meal was a little better than what she was eating in Flying Clouds, much like Spring Watching.

Li Cangyue used the food box to eat the food back in his own small yard, not here.

Well, Ice and Snow Girl needs to maintain a full sense of mystery, eat in front of people, it's inevitable that people will see the truth, where is the mystery?

After eating, she began to prepare classes carefully.

It's not a good lesson to hang around here for a long time.

In her previous assignments, she had spoken of paintings in Spring Waterview, participated in many young disciples' law societies, and was also experienced in intercom.

It's just that the pie has changed. It can't be as gentle and touching as it used to be. It has to fit the mysterious girl with the cold and snow.

The next morning, Li Cangyue took the identity card of the newly acquired professor and went to hide the Sutra to borrow the book.

No way, if she wants to play cold, she doesn't have any entertainment activities, she can't go drinking with the son, she can't go mountaineering with the son, she can't spend the month with the son to look, she has to borrow some books to read.

Ji Ping Dao Court is a boulevard with tens of thousands of students. There are many borrowers to the library, the majority of whom are young men, elegant scholars, handsome samurai and drifting preachers.

Li Cangyue couldn't help but feel her heart beat and swallowed her mouth.

Lots of hot pots. How can you break them?

No, I can't be cold, I'm mysterious, I can't break kung fu, people can't recognize me as Yu Qingyao, I have to wait for the wind to pass.

Li Cangyue was dressed in a white robe, with ice and snow all over her body. She walked towards the Tibetan Sutra.

A lot of people looked at her.

Her outfit was too prominent to be forgotten at first sight.

Everyone is sure they've never seen a woman like this before.

That's what Li Cangyue wants. Anyone who has seen Yu Qingyao will not easily connect the two people when they see Li Cangyue.

Li Cangyue is not interested in spell books that can be borrowed easily, because there must be nothing good about them. She went into the library library, where she borrowed three poems, five novels.

The novel is used to find time, and the poems want to see Qi's level of poetry.

The man at the Academy was so excited to guess which class she was in.

The Literature Hall has female classes, filled with ladies or millionaires.

Marry one and struggle less than 30 years.

People were a little confused because Li Cangyue was clearly wearing a robe and a colored bird with a suspicion of being a demon pet was standing on his shoulder.

Li Cangyue did not look away. If no one borrowed the book, he left.

Some students are curious to follow her and want to see which class she is in. Let's talk about it later.

When she saw her way into the professors' yard, she thought it was the professor's lady, and when she heard about it, there was only one young female professor living alone in the small yard over there, everyone was stupid.

Returning to the small courtyard, Li Cangyue began his studies.

Wuzhen, no, the poem said on the side: "Master, you are so weird, I look scared. ”

Li Cangyue glanced at her coldly and the poem shrunk.

“Poetry!” Li Cangyue said ruthlessly.

Little poet flew to the table, shaking his head back against an open collection of poems.

Precious, naturally burglarized tombs wandering outside the city.