Volume 1: Spring in Wulong Town Chapter 23 Love, Patience, and Responsibility
When I woke up, I had already arrived at Tangjiabao .
Tang Zheng told the driver not to tell anyone about his robbery and returned to his courtyard. He put down all his things and ran to the bedroom immediately.
Under the night sky, the flower king, who was dazzled by the world, was swaying quietly on the windowsill...
Tang Zheng touched the deep wound on his neck.
Although the bleeding has stopped, the wound is quite deep and Tang Zheng is not sure whether there will be any sequelae.
"Let's give it a try." Tang Zheng carefully picked a petal from the flower king and covered it with it.
Flower King is a demon flower that has absorbed all the energy of other flowers. All the abilities of the flower king are generated by absorbing the energy of other flowers. If the flower king leaves the flower field, his ability will definitely be greatly reduced.
A layer of faint golden light emerged from the petals and instantly covered the wound on Tang Zheng's neck.
Sure enough, the wound closed and healed quickly. At the same time, the petal withered quickly and finally turned into a pile of white powder.
Without the support of a whole flower field, the effect of Kao is probably only 20% to 30% of the last time. Although the wound on Tang Zheng's neck has healed, the scar is still very obvious and there is still a slight pain.
"It's almost done." Tang Zheng pulled the screen back, continued to block Hua Wang, and returned to the table.
A pile of things were neatly placed on a small table.
Tian Meng's broken jade soul-sealing pendant, ink used to preview the stars, a black pill of unknown name, a fake identity badge, a few silver coins taken from Xiao Gui, and, also taken from Xiao Gui, a book.
With the dim moonlight, Tang Zheng could just make out a few words on the cover: Mountain-Splitting Axe Technique.
"Skill book?" Tang Zheng flipped through two pages casually. "It really is a skill book... No wonder that bastard was able to break through in the middle of a battle! It looks like he is only one step away from breaking through to the one-star level. He has even considered training with an axe after advancing to the one-star level."
Ordinary star power is not extensible and basically cannot be formed into martial arts. Therefore, before Xiaogui advanced tonight, this axe skills book was of no use to him. After tonight, this axe skills book is even more useless because he is already dead.
However, Tang Zheng can learn the principle of star power extension in advance through this axe skills book.
Apart from this, the book had no other use to him - he was an assassin by birth and would never want to practice with such an exaggerated weapon as an axe.
"Ink tattoo, pills..." Tang Zheng rubbed his neck and yawned loudly, "Go to bed first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
A good night's sleep.
Although he killed two people, Tang Zheng still dreamed about the half bowl of instant noodles he had not finished.
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The next day, Tang Zheng got up very early.
It was not that he wanted to get up early, but because he had a nightmare before dawn!
Very horrible nightmare!
He dreamed about his own horoscope!
"Instant noodles! How could it be instant noodles?! Moreover, they have been moldy for more than ten days! They are green! Ugh!!" When Tang Zheng jumped up from the bed in shock, his whole face was green.
Those elastic wave-like objects seemed to have arms and legs, strangling his neck and making him unable to move.
Fortunately, he woke up.
When he discovered that the instant noodle astrology was just a dream, he suddenly felt that the sunshine on the Xingyao Continent was so bright and the life on the Xingyao Continent was so colorful.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to determine his own horoscope.
Because today is his first day teaching in Tangjiabao!
After he cleaned himself up, he immediately rushed to the lecture hall where Tangjiabao arranged to teach.
In fact, there is still about half an hour before the morning class.
But Tang was about to check the classroom in advance...the mechanism inside!
In his previous life, during his short few years at school, he had seen many tricks such as placing basins of water on doors and pouring glue on the podium. Now that it was his turn to be a teacher, he certainly could not afford to suffer such a loss.
"Here I come, you little bastards!" Tang Zheng, carrying a few books on his back, kicked open the wooden door of the lecture hall.
No basin fell off the door.
But the moment he entered the room, Tang Zheng's face looked even paler than if he had been doused with a basin of water.
In the lecture hall, a middle-aged man turned his head stiffly and looked at him with difficulty.
The middle-aged man was none other than Tang Xiaotang's father, Tang Boyuan.
"Master...Master, you're here...you're here very early." Tang Boyuan didn't know what kind of great willpower and cultivation he had, but he greeted Tang Zheng.
"Hey, good morning, uncle. Are you here for class too?" Tang Zheng straightened his expression, put on a smile and greeted Tang Boyuan, as if the person who kicked the door just now was not him at all, but some passerby.
"The weather is nice in spring, I always go out for a walk in the morning..."
"When you know the face of the east wind, you will see the spring in all its glory!" Tang Zheng added a few words and said with a smile, "It's a pity that Tangjiabao has fewer flowers, and thus less spring."
"I heard from Xiaotang that the Master asked her for a flower pot. I didn't expect that Master Tang is a flower lover..."
As a result, Tang Zheng changed the topic of the two people to flowers.
In fact, how could he be a flower lover?
All his knowledge of flowers came from the professions he learned in the game of his previous life. Apart from that, he knew nothing.
However, Tang Zheng could tell that Tang Boyuan didn't know much about flowers. Two people who didn't know anything about flowers were bragging to each other, so of course they were having a great time talking. If Tang Boyuan really understood flowers, he would have kicked Tang Zheng, who was talking nonsense, out of Tangjiabao by now.
As the two were chatting, the children from Tangjiabao who came to the lecture hall for morning class also arrived one after another.
Tang Zheng took a look and immediately changed the subject: "In fact, growing flowers and raising people are exactly the same..."
"Oh?" Tang Boyuan subconsciously looked at the children of Tangjiabao.
"Love, patience, and responsibility." Tang Zheng pointed his finger at the little kids in the front row, "Be loving to the seedlings." He pointed to the bunch at the back, "Be patient with the flowers in their growth stage." He pointed to the last few adults, "Be responsible for the blooming flowers that have countless futures..."
"..." Tang Boyuan was shocked.
Is this the truth behind using flowers to describe people?
Tang Zheng smiled: "As long as a teacher has love, patience and responsibility, he can teach his students everything even if he is not very talented. But if he does not have love, patience and responsibility, his students will not learn anything from him no matter how talented he is!"
Tang Zheng's words were already a way out for himself. After all, he was one of those people with little knowledge and talent...
There's nothing we can do. He was a poor child and he didn't even finish nine years of compulsory education.
But after hearing this, Tang Boyuan was enlightened and bowed deeply to him: "Then, the children of Tangjiabao will be handed over to you, Master!"
Tang Zheng waved his hand and said with a smile, "No problem."
Then, under the gaze of more than thirty Tangjiabao disciples, he threw a few books onto the mahogany low table in the front.
Tang Boyuan had already retreated outside the lecture hall, but he was still standing outside the window watching...
"Today is the first day of my official teaching!" Tang Zheng glanced at the students starting from the kindergarten class with a headache, and then he realized that he had not yet thought about what to talk about in this class.
All the students were very quiet. None of the troublemakers that Tang Zheng had expected showed up. The few kids who had come to find him at the martial arts training ground last time also remained quiet.
Tang Zheng cleared his throat and said, "Let me tell you a story first."
Tang Boyuan outside the window said "Huh" and continued listening.
"Once upon a time, there was an inn owner who was very good at making soup. Her soup was made with the best sheep bones, more than a dozen precious medicinal herbs, and some spices and seasonings. Every day when her soup was out of the oven, countless guests would come to taste it. However, on this day, when her soup was ready, no one got to drink it. Everyone asked curiously, why? She said embarrassedly that when her soup was out of the oven today, a rat shit fell into it... It was this rat shit that ruined the whole pot of soup..."
The students who had gone to him last time to discuss the problem of staying in class after class all lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Tang Boyuan outside the window smiled, said nothing, and turned away.
Shortly after Tang Boyuan left, Tang Zheng continued: "So, this story is the first lesson I want to teach today - as a person, never underestimate your own strength!"
"Ah?" Some of the older people in the lecture hall were stunned by this sudden turn of events.
"A rat shit, is it insignificant?" Tang Zheng asked.
"Small..." Several crisp voices answered.
"Is a pot of soup a big deal compared to a rat shit?"
"Very big..." Still several crisp voices answered.
"But a little rat shit is enough to change the future of a whole pot of soup!"
As he spoke, Tang Zheng picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, turned around and wrote three words on the piece of white paper hanging on the podium.
Me. Tangjiabao. Xingyao Continent.
