[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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"Goodbye, Mr. Zheng."

     On this day, Ye Qing was carrying a small schoolbag, walked briskly, obediently bid farewell to the most outstanding young disciple of Fulu Peak in the past century, and bounced home step by step.

     He is a good boy who respects teachers and knows how to be polite. He says hello to the teacher in the morning and goodbye to the teacher after school!

     "See you tomorrow."

     Zheng Yunxiao nodded, and he responded lightly, showing no emotion. When the other students in the dry writing class saw it, they whispered incessantly, "Wow, my little brother is so good, Mr. Zheng is deflated."

     "Under the crowd, Mr. Luo doesn't have a good face. Tell me, junior brother, does he know that Mr. Zheng is the only son of the elder of Fulu Peak?" Little things and powerful people are at a loss, and the old students know it well.

     Zheng Yunxiao's father is the elder of Fulu Peak, his mother is Fairy Lingyao of Xianmen, and he himself is an extraordinary talented talisman master, the orthodox second generation of immortals.

     Teaching classes is purely out of interest.

     In the world of comprehension, mortals are like ants, and immortals are born different. For more than 20 years, he has persuaded many mortal students like Ye Qing who have no foundation and can't read a few words. It is the first case in Mr. Zheng's career.

     Ye Qing naturally didn't know anything, he wasn't a person who was good at making money, he had practiced immortality for four days, and he was still clumsily memorizing the names of teachers and classmates, and he hadn't had time to figure out the background of the teachers of each subject.

     Children are easily satisfied creatures. They are happy to get a little interest from boring reading, and eat an extra bowl of rice at night.

     Good appetite to see him.

     Yan Chili smiled, and gave him an extra bowl of white rice with rich spiritual energy. This time, Ye Qing supported his round belly, and before he had time to chew the rice in his mouth, he quickly refused, unable to do anything.

     Four meals a day, with occasional fruit snacks.

     He is probably the child who eats the most in the whole sect, so he can't eat any more.

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     There is a class the next morning, which is a practice class.

     The location is at the main peak square of Guiyuan Sect, where there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, and there is also a cold pool where the aura of the sect gathers.

     In the realm of comprehension, cultivation is the most important thing, and the basis of cultivation is to draw qi into the body.

     Facing a group of new disciples, Chen Dai did not put on the airs of a deacon disciple, he had a kind smile on his face, cleared his throat, and explained how to draw Qi into the body.

     The surroundings of Hantan were full of people's voices, but following Chen Dai's narration, the voices gradually died down, and many disciples of Gui Yuanzong lay cross-legged, listening to the teachings.

     There are thousands of disciples in the square, half of them are old students. The school uniforms of the inner disciples are pure white, looking like immortals descending from a distance, but the new students of the outer sect are dusty and the cloth is extremely plain.

     But the simple and ordinary clothes can't stop the aura of some young Zhuo Zhuo. Yu Jinghan is one of them. His thin lips are slightly pursed and his eyes are slightly closed, which has made many disciples unable to look away.