Chapter 331 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 26
The Wu tribe is a peculiar race.
There are witch doctors and wizards everywhere, and they have their own inheritance.
Wizards in each place have their own cultivation techniques, gods they believe in, divination habits and techniques, and methods of finding successors.
These are wizards scattered in various countries, and they are protected and passed down by all ethnic groups in various countries.
But there is another race, they are called the Witch Clan, which is the largest gathering of wizards.
Legend has it that a few great wizards escaped from the war and gathered in the mountains to breed and practice.
The Wu tribe respects women and their surname is Si.
He came out of the mountain in the past hundred years and is active in various countries. He makes a living by divination and predicts major events in the world.
Like most wizards, they like to wear purple.
Purple is the unique color of wizards.
This color is difficult to dye, expensive, and symbolizes mystery and purity.
Wan Fan silently looked at this daughter of the Si family, who was short in stature and only five or six years old.
Most of the students this year are between the ages of five or six and twelve, and most of them are geniuses.
Wang Yong is considered the eldest student.
The eldest prince of the Jiang family in the middle seat is 19 years old, ranking second in age.
Si's daughter noticed the gaze, turned her head, looked at Wan Fan, and quickly turned her eyes to Fu Chen.
Fuchen was still sitting on the table eating cakes intently.
She sat on the left side of the table, with Wanfan's bamboo slips in the middle and the Four Treasures of the Study on her right. Next to her was Wanfan's diabolo slips for class notes.
Si's daughter looked at it for a while, then turned to look at her husband.
The Master has already started teaching.
Everyone listened carefully.
Wan Fan lowered his head and stared at the bamboo slips.
Fuchen ate and drank by himself, very quietly. When he was full, he sat at the table and looked at everyone quietly, rolling his eyes from time to time.
When I feel sleepy, I climb down and lie down on my side to sleep.
Sleeping in class is the most comfortable.
Fuchen woke up in a daze and found that the Master was still in class. The hour was about to pass, so he said, "It's time to take a break for a stick of incense."
Everyone started to get up and stretch their muscles.
Wan Fan was still lowering his head and writing something.
Fuchen stood up on his own and walked among the crowd, looking at everyone.
They were both young children, and Fuchen looked very strange. He would also lie on the table and look at others.
Some waved their hands, indicating to leave.
Some will also wave and signal to come over.
Fuchen walked over and the man took out a pastry and gave her a piece.
When Fuchen saw the cake, he turned away and refused to eat it.
Can't eat.
My brother will be unhappy.
Fuchen walked to the front and looked at the Master.
The master stared at her without saying a word.
Fuchen stretched out his hand to touch the Master's white goat's beard. The Master did not say a word, leaning forward and letting her play with her.
Everyone looked at the excitement and laughed.
Someone pushed Wanchang and motioned to take a look.
Wan Fan raised his head and shouted, "Fuchen."
Fuchen immediately let go and looked at the table. She lay on the table and stared at the inkstone.
His nose moved, he reached out to grab it and put it into his mouth.
The master beat his hands with a ruler.
Fuchen retracted his hand, turned around and said to Wan Fan in the back row, "Brother, pine nuts, pine nuts." He pointed at the inkstone with his finger.
The master said nothing.
Zhuge Jin in the front row stood up and pulled Fuchen over, using the handkerchief to wipe her hands and mouth, "That's a pine cang pine inkstone. When it was oiled, rosin was used to match the artistic conception, so it has a pine scent. It's not because you eat the pine cones."
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Fuchen seems to understand but not understand.
After wiping her hands, Fuchen looked to the right. She walked around, raised her head and looked at everyone, looking at everyone.
Finally, he stared at Si's daughter, lying on the table, his eyes lingering on Si's daughter's purple clothes and snake pattern hand gestures.
Si's daughter also looked at her quietly.
"Fuchen, come here." Wan Fan said, his eyes and hands busy on the bamboo slips.
Fuchen said nothing, and ran back with his body propped up. He hugged Wanchang's neck, turned his head, and still looked at Si's daughter.
"Brother." Fuchen turned around and leaned against Wanchang.
Wan Fan held her with his left hand and asked her to lean against him, his gestures unchanged. After he finished writing, he raised his eyes and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
Fuchen shook his head.
"If you want to have fun, go out and play by yourself later. Don't go far, just at the door, you know?"
Fuchen nodded.
"Wan Fanjun, is this your sister? How old is she? I have never heard that you have a biological sister."
Someone asked about Fuchen.
Wan Fan lowered his head, busy with his own business, and did not answer the conversation.
Fuchen was eager and shouted to himself, "Two years old. Three years old soon."
"What a good boy." The person asking was from the Lu Kingdom.
Wan Fan took the cloth from the side and threw the smallest brush to her, "Draw a picture or practice calligraphy."
Write "10,000 chaff" and "10,000 floating dust" on the cloth.
"This is our name. Learn it today."
Fuchen turned his head to look at Wan Fan, pursed his lips, picked up a brush and scribbled on the cloth.
Behind him, students who had gone out for convenience came in.
Young Master Ji and the Eldest Young Master entered the room at the same time. Young Master Ji was in high spirits. When he entered the room, he glanced at Fu Chen and kept his hand on his chest.
It's time to wait until it's time to burn a stick of incense.
The Master began to lecture.
Fuchen was standing, leaning on the table, drawing, with a brush in his hand drawing, one big, one small, one big, one small, and a line, "giggling" to himself.
Wan Fan took a glance and realized that the eldest child was herself, the child was Fuchen, and the thread was her pet snake.
He raised his hand and knocked lightly, then whispered, "Don't make any sound."
Fuchen immediately covered his mouth, with a smile on his face. He put his little feet behind one leg and had a good time.
Mr. Ji in the front row whistled quietly.
Fuchen immediately caught his attention and followed him with his eyes.
Mr. Ji took out the grasshopper from his arms and put it on his finger to scare Fuchen.
Fuchen looked at Grasshopper, thinking it was a competition, and grabbed a long black object from his arms.
Mr. Ji stretched out his neck and took a closer look, only to see that the long black strip was movable, had a head, and was very thick.
"Snake! There is a snake!" Mr. Ji cried out in fear, jumped up and took two steps back, pointing at Fu Chen and yelling.
The class was disturbed.
Everyone looked behind them.
The master was displeased and came over clutching the wooden ruler.
Fuchen looked at everyone blankly, knowing that he was in trouble. He put down the hand holding the snake, put it back in his arms, and pointed at Mr. Ji, "Grasspod. Grasshopper."
The master came over and asked, "What kind of snake?" He turned to look at Mr. Ji, "What is that on you?"
I saw a grasshopper the color of fallen leaves jumping on Mr. Ji's shoulder. When he was frightened just now, the grasshopper also flew onto his shoulder.
Mr. Ji took down the Grasshopper, pointed at Fuchen and said, "There is a snake! She brought a snake!"
The master looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen lowered his head and looked at his brother.
Wan Fan asked, "Want to play?"
Fuchen shook his head.
"If you don't want to play, don't take it out to scare people. If you want to play, go out and play." Wan Fan said, turning to the master and saying, "My sister has a pet snake. Unless it is for self-protection, it will not hurt anyone and will not play here.
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"What kind of pet snake? That's a holy thing! A holy thing!" Young Master Gao was not happy.
"Snake? Is it the witch clan?" Someone commented, "No wonder the two princes from all over the world came forward. It turned out to be the little wizard who offended them."
All eyes were focused on Fuchen.
Si's daughter also kept her eyes on Fuchen, looking closely at him.
Young Master Lu was puzzled: Strange. How could Wan Guo allow Wan Yan to have a wizard heir by his side? It shouldn't be...
The Master stared at Wan Fan with anger, but turned around and scolded Mr. Ji, "Stretch out your hand."
Mr. Ji stretched out his hand, feeling aggrieved.
"Crack."
"Crack."
"Crack."
It fell three feet.
Mr. Ji pointed at Fuchen, "She disturbed the class."
The master looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen looked at his brother, but Wanjian brother remained silent and stared at the Ji family.
Fuchen moved over, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.
Wan Chen suddenly ran out and stood in front of Fuchen, "It was you who attracted her with the grasshopper. It was you who made such a fuss. She thought you were competing with her for pets, so that's why you brought out the snake."
Wan Chen raised his head and looked at the Master and explained, "It's late autumn and it's cold wave again. Snakes have already begun to hibernate, so they won't hurt people at all. Besides, the floating dust is so small, how can her pet snake hurt people? If it hurt people, she
He was bitten to death."
Wan Chen opened his eyes and told lies, but his eyes were still full of sincerity.
