There's something wrong with my master.

Another day.

Mr. Feng’s latest gossip is fresh out.

When Mr. Feng was studying, he had so many female confidantes that he couldn't remember which one you were talking about...

The story in the teahouse is no longer just about the love-hate relationship between Mr. Feng and Ms. Feng.

Some people said that it was a disaster year, and the academy taught everyone, including both male and female students.

Mr. Feng is so outstanding and excellent. It is only normal that the female students like Mr. Feng.

Some people also think that these stories have been passed down for thousands of years and are no longer consistent with what happened back then.

So I went directly to the address in the story, ready to do some archaeological research and restore the truth of the story.

"Easy."

Mr. Feng in the classroom still had a blank expression on his face, and looked indifferent to the news that was spreading like wildfire in the town.

But when someone was talking about worldly matters in class, he would look down and tell them to be quiet, study quietly and not disturb others.

The wise does not buy rumours.

The rumors eventually disappeared into the years as time passed.

Another year passed in the blink of an eye.

The place is still the same teahouse.

After the middle-aged storyteller collected enough money for the trip, he staggered back to his hometown.

Today's storyteller is Mr. Feng's disciple, who just returned from archaeological excavations in the middle-aged man's hometown.

"Wrong, wrong, all wrong, the wrong person was blamed."

"The person who had a mutual affection with Mr. Feng was not Mr. Feng's husband, but a female student who studied with Mr. Feng."

"Impossible!" someone shouted from the audience.

What's good about two students falling in love? It's not exciting at all.

The people on the stage also felt that it was meaningless for two students to fall in love, so they released the biggest gain of this trip.

"That's Mr. Feng's junior sister, two years younger than you. She really gave birth to your child."

"Have you ever had a child?"

The people below instantly became lively again.

"Junior sister?" Mr. Feng, who was giving a lecture in the academy, looked dazed for a moment.

He felt that the gentleman back then was so strong and powerful, he must be a man.

The descendants of the gentleman mentioned above are probably talking nonsense just to earn travel expenses.

How could the gentleman be a woman?

However, if the protagonist of the story is the junior sister, then he really has such a person in his impression.

A little girl who likes cleanliness very much.

But he and the little girl were at most familiar with each other and had studied together.

Barely a little bit of a favorable impression...

Having children and all that is nonsense.

Half a year later, several more archaeological disciples returned.

Several people pieced the pieces together, trying to gradually restore the truth of the story.

They are all monks in the worldly world, who have not yet seen through it and are just at the stage of walking their birds and dogs and having fun.

"I don't know whether the child was born or not, but I don't know whether the sex was successful or not... hehehe."

"Alas, she was a good girl, but in the end she was let down by the ignorant man when he was young." Someone shook his head and sighed.

Several people immediately gathered around and began to exchange clues and ask around.

"How was you let down?" Several people looked gossipy.

"Let's talk..."

Speaking of Mr. Feng, he claimed to have three thousand disciples back then, but when he first started, there were only two or three of them.

Although he has some cultivation, it is not high.

He taught a whole academy of students, and taught without discrimination, without collecting tuition fees.

In those days, the gentleman's income was barely enough to cover expenses, and the students in the academy could barely survive without starving.

In this kind of environment, it is natural for children to form cliques.

Mr. Feng was only thinking about studying at the time and didn't get involved in these things, but as a result he was always bullied.

Sometimes food for breakfast and dinner would be snatched away.

Sometimes the books in his hands would be hidden by those boys, and his desk was often empty during class.

The teachers in the academy scolded him several times about this kind of thing, but it was useless.

Those little kids thought Mr. Feng was complaining, so they secretly started to bully Mr. Feng even more.

"This is a chaotic world. Sir, you can't protect us forever. You need to become stronger. Otherwise, you will still be bullied when you go out in the future."

This is what the new junior sister said to Mr. Feng after she saw Mr. Feng being bullied.

The junior sister was a very nice person. When Mr. Feng’s food was taken away, she shared half of her food with Mr. Feng.

This new junior sister has also learned martial arts and knows some basic kung fu.

Mr. Feng often hid behind this little sister and watched her swinging branches to hit people.

Since then, my junior sister has taken care of me when I’m sick.

If you are hungry, Junior Sister will bring you food.

When being bullied, the junior sister comes to the rescue.

Until one day, Mr. Feng was holding a book and suddenly said, "I think I have learned it."

From that day on, he finally understood the book in his hand and began to practice.

He was so proud of his success that he didn't notice that the people around him were becoming increasingly inferior.

He bullied back those who bullied him and his junior sister.

Since then, no one came to disturb him. He was immersed in cultivation all day long, but became more and more distant from the people around him.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye.

His junior sister grew up, and he grew up too, but the chaos outside was not over yet.

"I want to learn from you, open a school, take in some children, and save more people."

He said this when he left.

In Mr. Feng’s memory, the story of the two ended here.

Chapter 173: Scumbag!

The story gradually began to make sense.

What happened thousands of years ago was clearly restored by a group of gossipy archaeologists through clues.

Mr. Feng, who was eating his own melon in the academy, thought of what happened in the past, and a trace of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

"That's right."

Although he didn't care much about the outrageous stories that had been spread before.

But now that the verdict has been overturned, he is quite happy.

Mr. Feng answered the students' questions leisurely, but his eyes were still on the teahouse.

I originally didn't want to care about this matter anymore, but as these people chatted, they started talking about the life of the junior sister after she separated from him.

He was also slightly interested in this matter, so he continued to listen.

"I heard that after the junior sister heard about Mr. Feng's ambition to open an academy, she decided to become a female knight."

"They said they robbed the rich to help the poor, but most of the money they robbed was donated to the academy."

"And food, books, and clothes."

"Just like when they were little, she protected him until he was strong enough to protect himself from the wind and rain."

"It's not easy for a woman to survive in troubled times."

"Junior sister is often injured, with new injuries on top of old ones."

"She originally wanted to wait until the academy was stable before showing up to give Mr. Feng a surprise."

"Who would have thought that Mr. Feng was addicted to running academies at that time, because people often donated materials to him, which made him think that running a academy in troubled times was an easy thing."

"Little did they know that all this money and food was earned by Junior Sister at the risk of her life."

“The academy was later expanded.”

"The money and food stolen from robbing the rich to help the poor can no longer support the academy."

"Mr. Feng had just started practicing at that time, and hadn't even reached the foundation-building stage. When he fought, he was almost as good as a martial arts master."

"Besides, Mr. Feng is not good at fighting, and he would never rob the rich to help the poor."

"The expanded academy suddenly fell into a dilemma."

"My junior sister was determined to go up the mountain and become a bandit, specializing in robbing other bandits."

"Later, more and more academies were built."

"When times are tough, there is always a kind person who donates supplies."

"Seventy years have passed like this, and Junior Sister's martial arts have not yet broken through to the level of Shattering the Void."

"She only has a few decades to live."

"She's old."

"Mr. Feng is still in his prime. Over the past few decades, he has seen a lot of life and death. He has shed his mortal body and finally became a spiritual cultivator."

“The little boy who was often bullied in the academy finally has the power to protect himself.”

"So the little sister left with peace of mind."

"Go away."

"Bah, scumbag!" someone whispered.

"Shh...shut up." Several people communicated with each other with their eyes, and they all felt sorry for the little junior sister.

Mr. Feng, who was eavesdropping: …

In those days, there were indeed people who kept donating supplies to his academy.

He thought it was donated by his fellow students who studied together, but he didn't expect it was donated by his junior sister.

However, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Even if she is really my junior sister, and the two of them finally recognize each other, what can it do?

It's just one more regret.

However, what they said next still caused ripples in Mr. Feng's heart.

"It is said that the little sister has the qualifications to practice cultivation."

"Although my aptitude is not as good as Mr. Feng's, if I can continue on smoothly, becoming a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm should be no problem."

"If you are lucky and have a fortuitous encounter, it is not impossible to transcend the calamity and ascend to heaven."

"But at that time, Mr. Feng was only thinking about opening a college."

"In order to help, Junior Sister desperately wanted strength, so she focused on martial arts."