C242 I'm a Lecturer
C242 I'm a Lecturer
Song Yang also fell to the ground. His face was ferocious, and he was trembling as he stood up. He no longer had any strength left in his body.
Lu Yu's furious roar just now had already shocked his mind. Now, Song Yang could feel that the Golden Core in his body was trembling slightly.
"You are indeed an evil cultivator. Even your moves are so despicable. I will definitely tell the Discipline Hall to punish you!" Song Yang's eyes were filled with anger.
Bang!
Lu Yu's fist landed on Song Yang's body.
Song Yang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He curled up and fell to the ground.
Lu Yu squatted down and looked at Song Yang. He said faintly, "Tell me, what time is it now?"
"Bastard! You evil cultivator, this is the White Deer Academy, don't you dare be so arrogant..."
Bang!
Lu Yu threw another punch, and this time, it landed on Song Yang's body.
Song Yang cried out in pain. He felt as if all the bones in his body were going to fall apart. He didn't dare to say anything.
"Speak. What time is it now?" Lu Yu asked again.
This time, Song Yang did not dare to say anything and answered honestly, "Not yet..."
"Without the clock ringing ten times, do you know what you should do?" Lu Yu directly slapped a book on Song Yang's face.
This book was a scripture of sages.
When Song Yang saw this book, he immediately understood what Lu Yu meant.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation brewed in his heart.
"I'm an inner sect disciple. According to the sect rules, I can arrange my own time. There's no need to study!" Song Yang gritted his teeth.
The corner of Lu Yu's mouth curled up slightly.
"I'm sorry, I have the final say in this Tianwu Pavilion!" Lu Yu took out a token from his pocket.
A true qi fell into the token. The token immediately emitted a dazzling light and floated in the air.
"Lecturer" two big words appeared on the token.
The disciples who were still lying on the ground could not believe their eyes when they saw this.
"You're a lecturer?" A disciple said with a trembling voice.
When did Tianwu Pavilion have a lecturer?
The last time there was a lecturer here, that was a year ago.
Furthermore, he was still so young. Even in the Tianwu Pavilion, he was still young enough.
"It's time. Hurry up and take the books to class!" Lu Yu said in a deep voice.
Some of the disciples were scared silly. Daring to contradict the lecturer was the same as cultivating the evil Cultivation Methods in the White Deer Academy.
More than seventy disciples who were still here immediately left, leaving only four or five people.
These people were all Core Formation cultivators.
"What about you?" Lu Yu looked at them.
Song Yang stood among them and said boldly, "We are all inner sect disciples. According to the rules, we don't need to continue cultivating the way of literature! Besides, we are imitating Gongye Zi. Why not become saints with martial arts? "
"Here, I have the final say."
Lu Yu interrupted Song Yang as soon as he spoke.
Seeing that Lu Yu was still unconvinced, Lu Yu continued, "With your little tricks, you can bully those who are weaker than you. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong. With such a mentality of cultivation, do you think you deserve to become a saint? "
Song Yang was scolded until his face turned red.
The reason why he won a hundred battles in the Tianwu Pavilion was because he only chose those who were weaker than him to duel.
"It's fine if you don't accept it. You don't have to study when you defeat me."
Lu Yu said coldly, "I'll give you ten breaths of time. If you don't go to class, then get out of the Tianwu Pavilion yourself!"