Zhang Liufang grew up in Longhu Mountain. The flowers and grass here are really familiar. He can touch down the mountain with his eyes closed. Naturally, there is no freshness, but almost everyone of these college students has never been to this place. Therefore, he feels curious everywhere and makes a fuss when he sees a stone.

Zhang Liufang was so disturbed by the sound outside the door that she swallowed twenty-five little mice in one breath. Her claws scratched her heart. She was stretching her neck to listen to the movement outside, but suddenly heard Zhang Ling scold: "Zhang Liufang, he let him be strong, and the breeze brushed Dagang. He let him be strong, and the bright moon shines on the river! You should have read this poem by Sanfeng immortal?"

Zhang Liufang shrunk his neck and whispered, "I've heard..."

Zhang Ling shouted, "I've heard of it! How do you practice your Kung Fu?"

Zhang Liufang didn't dare to say anything, so she had to honestly close her eyes again, but she couldn't settle how she closed her eyes. The voice outside was too noisy.

There's no way. Practice is like this. The surrounding environment must be better, otherwise it's empty talk.

Otherwise, for thousands of years, which pedestrian has practiced in downtown? Which immortal settled in a prosperous place? Or how can we say that when a practitioner looks for the ancestral court of the Taoist temple, he must look for the remote, quiet and spiritual treasures in the deep mountains and forests?

The reason is very simple. I'm afraid of being noisy!

The more than 2000 students became noisy... It really made Zhang Liufang dizzy. From the morning to the afternoon, the sound at the door didn't stop. Wave after wave, team after team, team after team, it was like carpet bombing, without a break.

It was easy to stay until the sun went down, and the students gradually had to go down and leave. The gate was quiet.

Zhang Liufang lives such a big life that she has never been quarreled from morning to night. After these students leave, she still feels that her ears are buzzing and there seems to be a lingering sound. She rubs her temples painfully with her hands and cries bitterly in her heart. But after she looks at Zhang Ling, she finds that Zhang Ling also frowns and shakes her head, It seems that the residual sound in the ear should be cleared out.

After a while, Zhang Ling's side hall was pushed away. Zhang Ling shouted nervously, "who? What!"

It was her apprentice Zou Ping who came in. Zou Ping was startled and said, "master, it's me!"

Zhang Ling was quarreled for a whole day. On the surface, she was calm and settled, but in her heart, she had already broken Li Yundong's body countless times. She stayed up all day and her nerves were a little abnormal. When she saw Zou Ping, she was a little relieved and said, "it's you. Come in, how's it? Is everything else okay?"

Zou Ping was followed by two Taoists. She and the two Taoists looked at each other. One of the fatter Taoists whispered, "master, here is the accounting list for today. Have a look."