"If Brother Shen is not at ease, you can let your classmates take a look!"

Wu Ming reminded with a warm smile of 'kindness'.

"Ahem, it's okay, the province makes people say that I take advantage of you!"

Shen Rong coughed dryly and handed the note to a group of followers.

"Second brother, no problem!"

"Second brother, don't worry, forgive him and don't dare to fool us!"

"Isn't it just to meet each other, the most important thing is to get the treasure!"

Everyone looked around twice, but they didn't see a reason, and finally started shouting.

"My father said that the clerical matter must be cautious and not light, and this matter is ......"

To Wu Ming's surprise, Shen Rong didn't shout and shout, but chewed the words.

"Brother Shen, you are such an adult, you still have to make Ling Zun the master of everything, and you are not afraid of being laughed at if you spread it?

Or don't you know how to write your own name?"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

"You, hum, sign it, forgive you and don't dare to lie to me!

Shen Rong had the heart to ask the young Confucian for help, but he had just made a bad deal before, and he couldn't pull his face, and he was hit by Wu Ming's anger, so he immediately gritted his teeth and wrote his name with a pen.

Moreover, according to Wu Ming's requirements, he dipped in ink and pressed his handprint!

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Wu Ming was not ambiguous, he threw the spirit stone to Shen Rong after taking the note, looked at the young man who was overjoyed, and said with a smile, "Brother Shen, the treasure has been paid, and I also ask Brother Shen to inform Ling Zun when he goes home, and the little brother will come to the door tonight to bring Sister Ling into the mansion!"

"Good...... Uh, what? What do you mean?"

Shen Rong happily held the spirit stone, and promised with a sharp expression.

"Brother Shen, it is clearly written on this, a Chenghui Lingshi, let my sister enter the house as a maid for a year, this is not an account?"

Wu Ming smiled lightly.

"How dare you bluff me?"

Shen Rong was furious and stretched out his hand to grab it, but where could he get it?

Several shots, Wu Ming easily dodged them, but under the anger, his breath was not smooth, and he was panting heavily!

A group of friends were also angry, clamoring to besiege and rob them, but Wu Ming had already jumped out a few feet away and didn't give them a chance.

"In black and white, Brother Shen still doesn't have to be so good, otherwise no one will look good on his face!"

Wu Ming shook the paper that had not yet dried, and his expression turned cold.

"Hmph, joke, don't say that you lied to people first, even if it is, what?

Shen Rong gasped a few times and said angrily with a stiff neck.

"Hehe, Brother Shen wouldn't think that if I took out a spirit stone casually, I would let go of the opportunity to let Miss Shen be a maidservant in vain, right?

Moreover, the Shen family has been in business for generations, and businessmen are based on letters, if Ling Zun reads the note, do you say that he will break your leg and send people here, or will he pay a hundred times more compensation and still break your leg?"

Wu Ming smiled disapprehantly.

"You ......"

Shen Rong's fat face gradually turned white, and his eyes showed fear.

With his family background, he can naturally recognize the spirit stone in his hand, and he knows the value even more.

When I thought of my greed, sending my sister into the fire pit, and facing the anger of my strict father, I couldn't help but feel like I was dead!

In the corridor on the fourth floor, the immature faces were full of curiosity, and many people who came after didn't know what was going on.

In the whispers, it gradually became clear what was going on, and many people expressed their dissatisfaction with Wu Ming's behavior of setting a trap for his classmates.

"Little prince, you have also learned a lesson, don't break his sharpness!"

The young Confucian saw that the blow was almost over, and hurriedly came out to play the round.

"Little prince?"

All the students were stunned, and even Shen Rong was stunned on the spot.

Gradually, the dissatisfied people turned suspicious, and what they said was nothing more than a description of Wu Ming.

This is thanks to Wu Ming's growing prestige!

"My father thought you were a good person, so he sent me to the martial arts hall, but I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

Shen Rong cried with a sad face, looking like a little daughter-in-law who had been forced, and she almost wiped her tears.

"Brother Shen, who are you playing for?"

Wu Ming almost laughed, if it weren't for the shrewdness that flashed in the eyes of this little fat man, he would have almost been deceived.

"You are the little prince, why should you get along with me?"

Even if it was exposed, Shen Rong didn't feel embarrassed, and he confessed to being a single.

Now he can also see that Wu Ming is targeting himself.

"If you hadn't led the crowd to openly disrupt the class, why would you have come here?"

Wu Ming handed over the notes to the young Confucian scholars at will, and his meaning was self-evident.

"I ...... I just don't want to study literature, what is the use of studying literature these days? When I go out, don't I rely on the escort of martial artists?"

Shen Rong stared at the note, swallowed his saliva, and said with a stiff neck.

Having been in business for generations, he has heard a lot about caravans being robbed since he was a child.

Coupled with the character he has cultivated since childhood, he doesn't care about learning literature.

His father had no choice but to send him to the True Martial Arts Hall, hoping that there would be a good atmosphere here that would make him change his mind!

"Oh, then in your opinion, the border town needs the great Confucian righteousness to suppress the demons, so it doesn't count as an escort?

Wu Ming's face sank.

"This ...... This ......"

Shen Rong blushed and had a thick neck, speechless.

"Hmph, if you don't learn and don't know how to do it, you have to cause others to be unmotivated, are you guilty?"

Wu Ming snorted coldly.

"I ...... I know I'm wrong!"

Shen Rong bowed his head sweating profusely and admitted his mistake.

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great!"

Wu Ming's face was slightly relaxed, he looked around at the martial artists, and said solemnly, "Most of you are from the homes of ordinary people, I want to know how difficult it is to support a martial artist!"

Everyone nodded silently, and even more so, their faces were confused.

If it weren't for the low threshold of the martial arts hall, the low tuition fees, and the high number of teachers, most of them would not be able to afford it at all.

"You may want to take every opportunity to strengthen yourself, but know that knowledge itself is power.

Think about it, if you have a secret book in front of you, but you don't know the contents, or if there are rare words that you don't know, what will you do?"

Hearing this, Shen Rong and the others lowered their heads.

Shen Rong is okay, after all, his family is well-off, and there will inevitably be a tutor to explain, what about others?

Even so, the preciousness of a cheatbook itself depends on the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Everyone knows, how to call cheats?

If you read it forcibly, you don't understand its meaning, and the consequences of forcibly cultivating, just thinking about it will make these half-grown teenagers creepy!

Coupled with Shen Rong's experience, a simple note can make such a big joke, what if it is someone else?

"Knowledge is power, incisive, this little prince is really smart!"

The young Confucian scholar had a faint appreciation in his eyes and nodded silently.

"You know, the difference between one word is a thousand miles!"

Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for the teachings of the little prince, I will study literature with all my heart in the future, and respect the teacher!"

An older martial artist gave a solemn and deep salute.

All the martial artists have learned the same, hula la bent over!

"Hmm!"

Wu Ming bowed his head slightly and looked at Shen Rong.

"Little prince, I ......"

Shen Rong rubbed his hands stiffly, and his eyes glanced at the note in Confucian Sheng's hand from time to time.

"Disrupting the classroom, saying that if it is light, it is not learning and not knowing, and if it is heavy, it is not a teacher, what punishment do you say?"

Wu Ming said coldly.

"I, I, you won't kick me out of the martial arts hall, will you? I promise, there will be no next time!"

Shen Rong cried and pleaded.

"I have said it first, I will not interfere in the affairs of the martial arts hall, and this matter will be decided by the four masters!"

Wu Ming thought about it in his heart, and did not make a decision on the spot, leaving the public with an unfathomable back, and slowly left.

"Ah, little prince, then you must at least return the note to me!"

Shen Rong pleaded and looked at the note that was put away by the young Confucian student, and like Wu Ming, he waved his hand to let the children disperse, and then left.

"Second brother, what should I do?"

"Do you really want to send the young lady to the palace as a maid for a year?"

"Fart, what kind of character is the little prince, how can he do such a thing?"

A group of followers gathered around, unable to come up with an idea.

"Hmph, it's a big deal to run away from home!"

Shen Rong thought of the consequences of his father Yan knowing about this, and subconsciously touched behind him, and put down his cruel words with a hard mouth.

......

"Poof, you're not kidding kids, are you?"

It was past noon, Wu Ming was called to the guest teacher's lounge by Hu Cang and others, and the tea squirted out as soon as he drank half a sip, and looked at the three old men in the room who were over fifty years old in stunned.

One of them is Hu Cang, and the other two are named Chen Tai and Liu Zheng, both of whom are well-known scholars in the southern outer city.

Originally, they intended to hire scribes to teach, but the two not only came here, but also brought dozens of disciples to solve the problem of martial arts classes.

martial arts

Martial arts, not only martial artists can teach, if no one teaches the theory, the big character does not know half a basket, how to understand the meridians and acupuncture points described in the cheats, how to understand the wonderful reason?

To put it simply, if you don't even understand the most basic truths, how can you learn advanced martial arts?

And to attract two old Confucians, this is thanks to Wu Ming's sparing efforts, and even doing everything to brush up his reputation!

"Little Wangye, this is Mr. Shen's letter, there will never be a fake!"

Chen Tai was dressed in cloth, and the wrinkles on his black and thin face were layered, as strict as him, and he couldn't help but hand over a letter with a faint smile at this time.

The young Confucian student before, named Chen Zihua, was his son.

"The little prince is really amazing, that Mr. Shen's family business is not top-notch, but he is also a famous businessman in Nancheng, you can use a spirit stone to put his palm pearl in the mansion as a maid for a year, this transaction is really cost-effective!"

A smile flashed on Liu Zhenglao's face and he teased.

"It's better for your second elder not to joke, the kid can't stand it!"

Wu Ming smiled bitterly and looked down at the letter.

With only a hundred words, concise and to the point, it was easy to understand that Wu Ming rolled his eyes, and he was almost about to jump to his feet and shout, how can there be such a father in the world?

The general meaning is that his son is not good, thanks to Wu Ming's lesson, and now he has learned his mistakes, and he hopes that the martial arts hall can continue to take him in and admit punishment.

As for the notes, they will be done according to what Wu Ming wrote, and the girls will be sent to the martial arts hall!

Seeing what that meant, he almost had to set up a hundred tables of wine and celebrate with enthusiasm.

It's not like giving a girl to someone as a handmaiden, it's like sending a plague god!

"Cocooning yourself!"

Wu Ming, as the initiator, has a headache, but he still has to take the responsibility of how to deal with this matter!