“Pang Shan died in exchange for the young master of the Thunder Fire Territory. He deserves to die. It just so happens that Gongyi Shu will die under the rules of the academy and has nothing to do with us.”
The old students whispered, not shying away from the new disciples, and then dispersed.
“We are all from the same sect and should help each other. Why are you targeting me like this?”
This voice sounded familiar to Mi August, and she saw that it was indeed Hao Min.
One of the old students said coldly: “This is just the traditional rule of the academy. Besides, even if we target you, we won’t kill you, but the Book of Righteousness directly kills you. Why don’t you say which one is more serious?”
Hao Min was speechless.
The old student added: “You must have not listened well to the first lesson yesterday. The strong create or break the rules, while the mediocre adapt and abide by the rules. Learn better next time.”
Hao Xun didn’t know how to refute, and other freshmen refuted, “You can teach us a lesson now. When the Book of Justice was there just now, none of you 100 were his match!”
“Ha.” The old student sneered, “We are not the opponent of the Book of Righteousness. It does not mean that there are no strong people in our generation. It is just that we are not in the academy for the time being.”
“Why bother talking to them so much.”
The morning bells rang one after another.
The old students dispersed and the freshmen rushed to where their classes were held.
It’s just that the conflict has been laid this morning, and there will definitely be no less conflicts between the two disciples in the future.
To put it more closely, most of the freshmen disciples of this year will still choose the calligraphy class at Zenghua Square yesterday. As a result, they discovered halfway that the old students from the previous year who had just had a conflict were also going in the same direction.
Both parties looked disgusted with each other, but no further trouble occurred.
Arriving at Zenghua Square, Qiu Yijian’s dummy clone was sitting in the pavilion.
The old students have already found places to sit down.
Master Qiu in the pavilion had no objection to this. In addition, some old students gave him half-hearted mocking looks. The freshmen disciples carrying desks on their backs still didn’t understand. There was no need to bring their own desks for class.
But so what if you understand?
Yesterday, the teachers and seniors only asked them to move their desks back, but they did not say that they would need to move their desks back when they go to school. They over-understood.
After chewing up the bitterness and swallowing it in his stomach, Jin Duanlang, for example, silently put the desk down in an open space, took out his “Beginner” and put it on the desk, sitting up straight with his back.
All the freshmen disciples who had carried their desks chose to sit next to him.
There are clear distinctions between the old and new students.
Among these people, Mi August, who also took out a table and chairs, was not an eye-catcher.