Chapter 39

This was like poking a hornet's nest. The entire classroom was filled with the sound of children's laughter.

The Daoist priest stood up with a red face. He met the young master Zhou Tao's suspicious gaze and immediately shouted sternly. He pounced in Teacher Jiang's direction. "Demon, where do you think you're going?"

Swish, swish, swish. The Daoist priest rushed in front of Teacher Jiang and played with the peach wood sword. He waved the sword up and down, and his body moved along with it. He looked like he was using all his strength, as if he was really fighting with an invisible demon.

Teacher Jiang was so angry that his face turned red. He dodged the Daoist priest's peach wood sword left and right. He was about to scold the Daoist priest.

Who would have thought that the Daoist priest would not be able to act cool for more than three seconds. He fell to the ground head first. This time, he was really dizzy from the fall. Two streaks of blood appeared from his nostrils.

The Daoist priest was anxious and angry. He roared and jumped up. The peach wood sword fell to the ground with a clatter. He immediately felt that something was wrong. His big head seemed to be attracted by the earth's core and heavily knocked down.

This cycle repeated. The group of children looked at the Daoist priest's miserable appearance of standing up and falling down again and again. They all felt a little frightened.

There was a shocking similarity in history!

The group of students began to realize that the same unlucky thing kept repeating over and over again. Didn't this happen to Little Fatty Zhou yesterday?

"Peng!

Peng!

Peng! "

After the Daoist priest fell again and again, his forehead was red. What was even more embarrassing was that his nose was bleeding, and it flowed all over his face.

After a quarter of an hour, the miserable Daoist priest realized that his big head was finally no longer summoned by the earth's core. However, at that time, he had already been destroyed and lost his last bit of confidence.

He stood up shakily. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were bulging. He looked quite scary.

The Daoist priest suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream as he stumbled out of the school like a madman. The peach wood sword was thrown behind his butt and he didn't care about it anymore.

The little fatty was so scared that his face was a little pale. He tightly held the washbasin-sized protective talisman on his chest and ran two steps after the Daoist priest. He panted and shouted, "Sorcerer, Sorcerer, why are you running?

Sorcerer, Sorcerer, come back!

Don't forget that you took a hundred taels of silver from my father … "

"Too fierce, too fierce!

The ghosts here were too fierce!

Little friend, you'd better run quickly!

This poor Daoist will not earn that one hundred taels of silver! "The Daoist priest wailed and howled as he left, leaving behind a group of students looking at each other in dismay.

Teacher Jiang was so angry that the veins on his forehead were popping out. For the past two days, Little Fatty Zhou had turned the entire classroom upside down. How could he still be in the mood to teach? He waved his sleeves angrily and told the group of brats to scram!

Arbor raised his hand and touched his nose. He had an idea. It was only seven in the morning. Since the Headmaster was not teaching, he might as well … go up the mountain and look for the Secret Realm of Taoyuan.

Arbor had already made plans beforehand, so when he went to school for the past two days, he brought with him a rope for climbing the mountain, a small shovel, a gourd to hold water, and other tools, so there was no need for him to go home.

She dawdled until she was the last to leave the classroom. Seeing that there was no one around, she went around the back of the classroom to a small path overgrown with withered grass and ran up nimbly.

This small path was more steep and desolate than the mountain path she had taken to bring the Tiandao Sect. She had never walked this path in her previous life, so she really did not know where it led to Hulan Mountain.

Arbor raised her head slightly and squinted at the withered forest that was gradually melting into the sunlight.