The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 292 Are you a monk?

Tang Yixien was wearing a plain and elegant green gown and a light green cloak, looking like a handsome and elegant scholar.

But in his hand, he held a sword.

"Who are you? Who are you trying to scare with a broken sword? Are you a monk?" The scarred man asked tentatively, but did not dare to step forward.

There are so few monks in this place that no one has ever seen it.

"I am their teacher." Tang Yixianhu said in front of the children.

He naturally didn't want to be exposed, so it was most reasonable to say that he was their master.

"Why...sir, are you all going through the window?" the scarred man sneered.

"I like it, what's it to you?" Tang Yixien crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows slightly.

When his disciples were not around, he revealed some of his true nature.

The man with the scar didn't expect that such a handsome young man would be so unreasonable.

When Guoguo saw Tang Yixien, she sniffed her nose in surprise and her eyes widened.

Tang Yixien looked down at him and chuckled.

Guoguo also smiled foolishly immediately. His older brother actually smiled at him.

At this time, Agui got up from the ground and looked at Guoguo with a hint of fear, and the flesh on his fat face trembled.

He pointed at Guoguo and shouted:

"In the academy competition in three days, I'll beat you to a pulp. Our academy has invited famous monks to be our teachers. They're much better than your fake ones. Just wait and see."

As Agui spoke, he glanced at Tang Yixien.

Adults tell children that monks are all fierce and cannot be this good-looking.

Therefore, he felt that Tang Yixien looked fake.

"I'm not afraid! Come on, come on."

Guoguo took his wooden sword and fiddled with it in front of him.

Seeing that Tang Yixien was there today and holding a sword, the two men turned around and left timidly.

As soon as the two of them went out, they heard a "wow".

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with two randomly tied buns on her head and a dirty face, sat on the ground and burst into tears out of fear. She had been holding back her tears just now.

"Don't cry." Guoguo took out a steamed bun and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl was still crying, and you could see her little tongue.

A child's crying is contagious. As soon as she started crying, the children around her began to sob, and even the older children began to have red eyes.

Tang Yixin had never coaxed a child before. When little Xuanwu came to him, he was already a teenager.

He took out some bear biscuits from his spirit storage bag and fed them to the little girl. The little girl took the biscuits and immediately shut up.

He gave some to the other children.

The little bear biscuits looked so good that the little girl couldn't bear to eat them. When no one was paying attention, she carefully put them in her arms.

"Thank you, sir." The old man bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Tang Yixien quickly returned the gift.

"This is my benefactor. He lives in my house." Guoguo said without any cunning.

It was too late for Tang Yixien to stop them, but he thought it should be okay since these were all children from this village.

"Are you a monk? Today, I, an old man, actually saw a living monk." The old man said with his eyes shining.

He had been teaching for so long, but he had never seen a living monk.

Tang Yixian coughed lightly and said,

"I only have a little knowledge of this sword. It's just for bluffing."

The gentleman seemed a little disappointed, sighed and slowly sat back.

"What do they mean by quota?" Tang Yixin heard what the child said and knew that they were trying to grab a quota, so they came to their "Ba Wang Academy" to provoke.

"Young Master, have you heard of the Tang family, the leader of the cultivation world?" the old man said in a dull voice.

Tang Yixien's expression remained calm and he didn't say anything.

The old man stroked his beard and slowly explained the reason.

It turns out that the Tang family recruits disciples every year, and this year there are especially many, and most of the disciples come from families of cultivators.

A small number of disciples come from ordinary people. If they are talented, or can develop spiritual roots after building a foundation, they can also become disciples of the Tang family.

Therefore, being a disciple of the Tang family became the dream of these children.

However, the number of places provided by the Tang family is limited. There is only one place in their village and two colleges.

Moreover, this quota only allows you to take a test at the Tang family, and you are not directly becoming a disciple.

Their college was competing with another college for a place, and the most competitive ones were Guoguo and the kid Agui.

Three days later, the two academies will compete, and the winner will get this spot.

Tang Yixin knew how strict the Tang family was in recruiting disciples. Even if Overlord Academy won, it would probably be difficult based on Guoguo's qualifications.

Why not stop fighting? Isn’t it good to live a quiet life?

His expression darkened, and he took out ten taels of silver from his spirit storage bag, placed them on the table next to him, and said softly,

"Guoguo, this silver is for you to buy food and provisions. As for the competition spot, forget it, okay?"

Tang Yixin felt that perhaps it was better for these children to live a good life than anything else.

"I want to be a monk who stands tall and proud. I don't want money. Can you teach us, benefactor?" Guoguo asked, pulling the tassel pendant on Tang Yixin's body.

Guoguo happened to be pulling the little fat phoenix that Xuan Yuran gave to Tang Yixian. Tang Yixian was afraid of pulling it off, so he pulled it gently.

Guoguo looked at the wooden carved chicken and knew that it was a very important thing to Tang Yixin, so she quickly let go.

Seeing that Tang Yixian didn't understand, the gentleman quickly explained:

"Guoguo's parents were murdered. No one knows what monster killed them. The other children also had relatives killed."

When the gentleman said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Tang Yixin finally understood why no one took care of these children.

"My benefactor, can you accept me as your apprentice?" Guoguo raised his eyes and asked.

"No." Tang Yixien answered without hesitation.

He only had three disciples, and three were enough. He instinctively didn't want to accept any more disciples.

Guoguo was a little disappointed and pulled at her clothes in grievance.

"I will teach you some basics." Tang Yixien said in a gentle tone.

All the children present were delighted.

Tang Yixin actually felt that they had no idea what they were happy about.

"Benefactor, are you serious?" Guoguo's lips, which had been turned down just now, curled up again, and the sword in his hand swung back and forth.

"But you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" Guoguo opened his eyes wide and looked up at Tang Yixien. What could he give to his benefactor?

"Use this silver to buy steamed buns and candies for everyone, as well as your own cotton-padded clothes. If you don't have enough silver, I have more here." Tang Yixien said softly.

Then he handed the heavy silver to Guoguo.

Guoguo felt that God really favored him. Although he took his parents away, he sent a big brother who was as beautiful as a fairy to save him.