Opening

I am the Black Mother, handsome and invincible in the universe.

I'm Mengqi, a tease of playing rabbit with two ears.

I am an old master, and removing the word "husband" is Lao Tzu.

I'm the Monkey King, an old driver who can't get a driver's license.

I am Zhong Kui, a drama spirit who has been delayed by the great cause of eliminating demons.

I'm Su Lie, a pencil inserted at the head of the Great Wall.

I am Shield Mountain, a tank angel who misses the earth.

I am Luban No. 7, and when I was making the mechanism, I cut the chicken with my hands.

Let's go, brother, broken inscriptions flicker in the sky.

Fight, brother, the sword teases the dust and shapes the hot-blooded me.

It is said that the earth ark under his feet once landed,

It is said that the flowers that bloom in the dark are actually very graceful.

We just want to unfold the long scroll of the Book of Heaven,

Find the Milky Way that appeared in your dream between the words.

It's been a long journey.

Enjoy the moonrise and sunset along the way.

This is a journey full of thorns,

We are in rags, we have no money, but we are happy.

The time when the scorching sun evaporates,

We write the legend of the Twelve Wonders with bravery.

Don't get lost in life with friends,

The era of popular true love is not barren.

Eight ugly people with one heart,

Hand in hand and claw drill mist.

How free we are,

How free and easy we are,

endure loneliness for the mission to travel through time and space,

Then go home together and apply a mask.

Whether in the canyon or in the clouds,

Regardless of whether he is a warrior or a river,

Towards the destination, we shouted in unison:

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Roar, welcome to Glory of Kings!

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Chapter 1 |Sleeping children

In the year 3098, Jixia College was in a bright classroom in the Tireless Library Pavilion.

"If you are respectful, you will not be insulted, if you are lenient, if you are lenient, if you are trustworthy, if you are sensitive, you will be meritorious, and if you are benevolent, you will be able to make people."

......

The sound of reading aloud sounded, and the rhythm was bright and melodious, and it sounded extremely pleasant.

Ten steps away from the wooden door of the carved rhombus, behind the wisteria wood podium, sits the old master.

This person wears a high blue crown on his head, a wide-sleeved green robe, a white beard that is thick like a waterfall, and a blue ribbon tied with a knot, which hangs down to his knees, looking very old.

The bridge of his nose was covered with oily reading glasses, and his face was so wrinkled that it seemed that even his mouth and nose had become folds, and they were crowded together in a mess, like a thousand-year-old dead tree, the kind that had become an elite walker.

The master is old and old, and the recklessness and sharpness revealed between his eyebrows do not show the twilight of old age. The long fine iron ring ruler glowed with cold essence, and he held it in his hand, and his sunken old eyes stared viciously at the middle of the classroom, the student behind a bamboo desk, and the anger that was about to erupt was like a volcano that had been stored for a long time, and it was time to erupt.

The classroom was small, full of twenty students, all nine or ten years old.

The children wore their hair hanging down their shoulders and wore green scarves in small buns on their heads. Wearing a short waist-tied soap jacket and leggings of the same color, the outfit was the standard school uniform of Jixia College. The color of the school uniform is well-toned, and anyone who wears it can also show the style of a big-name school, which can give people a sense of superiority.

Nineteen of the twenty children were reading aloud with emotion, and the children's voice was high-pitched and loud, which should have made the old master shake his head and revel in it, but the one who slept soundly lit his fire, and seeing that the catastrophe was coming, the students still fell asleep by themselves, and their mouths chirped a few times from time to time, sucking the saliva that flowed out.

"Smack~"

Exploded!

The crisp twitching sounded throughout the classroom, the sound of reading stopped suddenly, and the energetic students were frightened, each shrugging their little shoulders to look at the master, and they didn't dare to breathe. The sleeping one looked up in shock, but his eyes were still closed, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and the person had already called the ring ruler to tear him to the front of the podium.

It turns out that the ring ruler is a sacred object, not only has the function of arbitrary telescopic function, but also can not avoid the living and the dead, all of them are caught, so although the old master and the student are separated by three feet, the tip of the ruler can still fall on him, and with the crisp sound to create an unparalleled bass effect, it is strange if the target of the attack can still dream.

"Sleep! Ha, your little fart boy will let the old man stand up and sleep again! ”

As soon as the joints were probed, one of the student's ears was deformed at the tip of the master's fingertips, and a clear scream swept across the roof beams, the beams trembled, and the child's eyes opened suddenly, although the eyes were too small to see clearly, at least two black lights forced out, colliding with the two fierce lights that stared at him.

"At a young age, he should be full of vitality, but he is half-dead all day long, wasting his time in his sleep, crying sadly!" The master laughed strangely, ridiculed without yin or yang, and habitually brought out the word "ha", which made other students want to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and their little faces were deformed.

When he slept in class, he found out, the master blamed, the student should have been afraid, who knew that he woke up more justifiably than asleep, grinning and shouting: "You let go of me!" ”

"Ha~ good boy, what if you don't let it go? Could it be that the old man shouldn't wake you up, and the old man should apologize to you for admitting his mistakes? The master glared, his old face twitched, and he could not bear the stubbornness of the students.

The student was very backbone, and he didn't beg for mercy when he burst into tears, but argued: "Dreaming is also a kind of practice!" Dreams are born from the heart, creativity is the only way to have beautiful dreams, I sleep in the cultivation of the Force, you are old and dizzy and can't see it, and you still misunderstand me to practice? ”

"Poof~ha~"

The nineteen students in the hall couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into laughter, and the chaos in the classroom was so angry that the old master's white hair and white beard struggled to rise like a sudden hurricane, and the sound of the whirring wind could be heard.

"I said, you're practicing Zhou Gong's 'Gong', right? Twelve hours a day, at least half of you are sleeping, and you are still practicing the Force? I'm afraid you don't know what kind of depraved social scum you are messing with, either going up the mountain to steal fruit, or going down to the river to fish, right? The old master blew his beard and glared, vowing to threaten this difficult student with force.

"Hmm~ social scum? What the hell are you talking about, how can I deal with that kind of dick! Do you want to give the stolen fruit and the fish to those fellows? The student refused to admit it, but when the master said that he was the scum of society, he was stunned, and his quibbles seemed pale and weak, as if he remembered some important person.

After three moves, the stuffing was exposed, and you still don't admit that ginger is old and spicy? The master couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't really plan to punish the students with a ruler. That foot down, it's strange if you don't beat the baby to the skin.

Corporal punishment is not advisable, and it is imperative to preach bitterly!

"Black mother, black mother, the poor rich village chief who doesn't even have pants to wear issued a notice to the whole village to cry blood, and only then did he get together half a silver ingot to send you here to study, people want you to become a talent, and you can contribute to their poor mountain village in the future. As a result, since the first day you came, I have worshiped Zhou Gong every day, so I don't know, and the two old men, who is your teacher, how can you get it like this? ”

"Can't I take two teachers' classes at the same time? Those stupid things want to learn from me to spend one family's money to read two books, but they don't have the ability to do it! The student named Heimu argued with reason, and his strong arguments undoubtedly offended the whole class.

"Cut ~ scum!"

"Clean him up after class!"

"Yes, tell him not to leave after school, wait at the school gate!"

Nineteen Sven boys exchanged their heads and expressed their dislike for the Black Mother, if there was no master present, the Black Mother would have been thrown out of the window.

The master was also angry, and shouted: "Wow, if you don't repent, you dare to rudely slander your classmates?" You're dead! The old man is almost the same age as the king of the continent, and he has been preaching and teaching so far, what kind of thorn has he never encountered, and he can't clean up like you, huh? Listen honestly and write me a proposition essay: On the importance of the old master in the mind of the black mother! If you don't write a Ding Chouyin, and how to respect the teacher in the future and succeed in learning, you will stay in the hall until midnight today, and you are not allowed to eat dinner! ”

"Hmm~" The black mother was stunned, and her two eyebrows, which were as thick as spring silkworms, drooped down, but she didn't know that the master had saved his life, otherwise there would really be someone waiting for him at the school gate......

Let's talk about this black mother child, his appearance is too distinctive, his outfit is the same as his classmates, and his age is similar, but he looks shockingly black and fat, with short hands and feet like meat balls, and his skin is hard as if he has been exposed to the sun in the heat of more than 40 degrees for a month, and he is almost black and oily.

Of course, the most prominent feature is not the black fat, but the rampaging strength on his little face, the kind of innate and unruly old master who is a little ashamed when he first saw him.