On the first day when Wang Fu entered the Thunder Fire Hall, he met three roommates and introduced their identities to each other.
The person with the deepest background is the young master-like Lu Hansheng.
He is really a young man, his father is the local county magistrate, and one of his parents is an official.
The three of them were vaguely headed by him, and the other two followed behind, introducing themselves one by one.
Tu Dayou was a big-bodied and round-waisted man with bushy eyebrows and a simple and honest face. His family was a butcher of pigs and he had a monopoly on the entire town's pork market. He was rich.
The remaining Tie Qingfa has a blacksmith shop at home, but he is so thin and short that he may not even be able to lift a hammer.
Officials, businessmen, and urban handicraftsmen, it seems that the disciples accepted by Yunyang Temple are all disciples from good families with a surplus of wealth.
"New here, how about you?"
Wang Fu came to his senses and it was his turn to introduce.｜
"My family is farming."
The three young masters looked at each other, the son of a landlord?
"How many acres does the home have and how many tenants are there?"
This is an interrogation of family background.
"Five acres of land, no tenants."
He is not a landowner, but a farmer.
The young master's attitude cooled down quickly and he greeted the other two, "Sleep."
have got to go!
Lu Hansheng drank a cup of tea before going to bed, blew on the air and turned off the light, and there was no sound again.
Tie Xingfa turned over and pulled the quilt over him.
Wang Fu smiled and bent down to spread the quilt. When he raised his head, Tu Dayou looked at him with his eyes open.
"Is something wrong?"
No matter how you look at it, the other party's physique looks like a bitch, does he have to charge a protection fee?
"Which village are you from?"
This is what we want to talk about!
Wang Fu reported the location of his hometown.
"I've heard about your village. The water and grass there are good, and the piglets are particularly fragrant. My father often goes there to collect pigs."
After chatting for a while, Wang Fu discovered that the butcher's son was very friendly to him.
Lu Hansheng is a county magistrate, his eyes are higher than his head, and the people he associates with are either rich or noble.
Typical university figures, basketball team, student union, flirting with junior girls, getting drunk with tutors...
Tie Qingfa, a thin and weak man, was a low-income person in the market. He knew how to flatter others and ignore others. In layman's terms, he was a diligent loser.
Judging from his appearance just now, this person has become a loyal supporter of the county magistrate.
Among the three roommates, Tu Dayou is the only one worth dating.
"Brother Tu, I just came to Thunder Fire Palace and I don't know many things yet. I will ask you for advice tomorrow."
"OK!"
In the first few days after arriving, Wang Fu followed Tu Dayou and became familiar with the food, clothing, housing and transportation in Leihuo Palace.
The focus is on practice.
"We have five teachers in Thunder Fire Hall. One is often away from home, one is off sick all year round, and one is in charge of Ding Zhang Dian himself, but he rarely teaches. The remaining two are the ones teaching us."
There are five teachers and three are on free salary.
"What's the reputation of these two teachers?"
What Wang Fu is concerned about is whether he can learn real skills.
"Not good at all!"
Tu Dayou said in a low voice, "Professor Lu is very powerful in combat. He kills ghosts like chopping melons and vegetables, but his temper is like a burning fire. He has no patience when teaching. If you don't learn well, he will beat you and scold you."
"Qi Wu teaches, is obsessed with making tools, and is taciturn. He can finish no more than five sentences in one class."
To sum up, the only two instructors are weirdos.
"What about Ding Zhang Palace?"
"Well, the last class I taught was three years ago."
Well, I have no hope of this either.
The two were chatting when they suddenly saw Lu Hansheng not far away, talking with several disciples.
The clothes of those disciples are different from those of Leihuo Temple. They are mainly azure and plain white, with fluttering clothes and sleeves, which is very studio-style.
On the other hand, in the Thunder Fire Palace, black and red are the main colors, and the aura is chilling.
"That's a disciple of Sanqing Palace, basically a disciple of a noble family."
Tu Dayou emphasized, "Lu Hansheng has been close to them recently and has been trying to transfer him to Sanqing Palace."
Then he laughed and ridiculed, "I'm overthinking it. He is a county magistrate's son. Will people like him? He was originally rejected by the Sanqing Palace and was assigned to the Thunder Fire Palace."
Wang Fu nodded as he listened, and there were circles everywhere.
A bell rang suddenly, and Lu Hansheng and Lu Hansheng hurriedly said goodbye to each other.
Tu Dayou, on his side, also pulled Wang Fu and ran quickly in a certain direction.
"Hurry up, morning class starts today."
In such a hurry, do you need to sign in?
Tu Dayou gave the answer, "Professor Lu is teaching today. He has a bad temper and will be severely punished for being late."
When he arrived at the Second Hall of the Thunder Fire Hall, Wang Fu heard gasping sounds all around him. It was obvious that Professor Lu was so powerful that his disciples were frightened and ran over desperately for fear of being late.
"Huhu, Tu Dayou, you're here too."
A young man greeted Wang Fu affectionately, and when he saw Wang Fu next to him, he asked, "I haven't seen this one before. Is he new?"
"This is Brother Wang Fu."
Tu Dayou told Wang Fu that this man's name was Jiang Qianfan. His family was a boat owner and he had been in the business world for several generations. He was a cheerful and generous man, and he was worthy of friendship.
Jiang Qianfan seemed to be very interested in Wang Fu and asked, "Do you have any foundation?"
"I know some breathing and breathing techniques, and I have a lot of cultivation at the moment."
"Not bad, I can keep up!"
Several people sat in the back row and chatted with each other.
It turned out that Jiang Qianfan Tu Dayou and the others entered the Taoist temple in the autumn, and the first class was to teach the breathing and breathing exercises. After a few months, they had developed their magic power and entered Yangguan Yidian.
Well, with a bunch of cultivation, as long as you have magic power, you have just crossed the threshold.
As for those who have not started, go back wherever you came from. Yunyang Temple does not accept fools.
Wang Fu is a transfer student. If he doesn't have a basic foundation, he will have a hard time following the next classes and will not be able to keep up.
There are still many empty seats in the front row, reserved for senior fellow students.
Yunyang Guan opens its doors every year to accept disciples, but also eliminates them every year. There are death targets, and some quit automatically. The remaining ones become senior brothers.
However, no matter how senior the brothers are, as long as they are still beginner disciples of Yang Guan Dao, they must attend classes in Erjian Hall.
Wang Fu was thinking that he was about to break through the second-row level, so he could at least get seats in the first three rows, right?
The chime rang several times, and the hall suddenly became silent, and no one spoke.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of heavy footsteps was urgent and fast, like the drumbeat of an expedition.
Professor Lu quickly walked out from the back of the hall and stood in front of the disciples.
"Good guy!"
The moment Wang Fu saw Professor Lu, the images of Zhang Fei, Li Kui, and Black Bear Spirit came to mind. This Professor Lu could act in three of the four classics, and he was a real fierce brother.
His eyes fell on the opponent's fat palms again. If he didn't have the power to crack monuments and rocks, who could survive such a slap?
What's even more shocking is that Master Lu didn't come alone. Behind him were two young Taoist priests, holding in their hands... instruments of torture.
Wang Fu looked around and found that the students had solemn expressions. Some even had trembling legs and were mumbling something. He listened carefully and enjoyed themselves.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me."
The ‘Spell to Avoid Calling’ is a must-have skill in college. If you recite this mantra, it will backfire as you will be called on to answer questions in nine out of ten cases.
It can be seen from this that Professor Lu left a huge psychological shadow in the minds of his disciples.
The atmosphere in the two halls was tense, and both the old and new disciples felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
In this environment, Wang Fu's first class of admission began.