At the beginning of July, it is a slight summer heat, and the summer cicadas are chirping. Nursery rhymes resounded in the fields: "Little mud-legged farmer's boy, I sucked in the locusts and felt panic. Don't cry. Don't make trouble. Pull off the locusts and exchange them for sugar cubes."
There was a young man in Qingya Village who was afraid of leeches, and he always worked with Pang San to exchange dried leeches for candy.
There is a swindling Mr. Zheng in the town, there is a Mr. Zheng in the school who doesn't like teaching, and there is a mysterious old monk in Dunan Temple.
Two silly boys became a teacher and practiced Wuqinxi, imitating others to act chivalrously and righteously.
New Year's Eve, Qingwen Hall.
Mr. Zheng, who doesn't like teaching, is the first disciple of the Cicada Saint, the first of the three Saints of the Emperor Star Temple in Tiandu City.
Want to take me, Mr. Zheng Ting, back to the Emperor Star Temple prison?
"Yang Fang, the master of Tianji Pavilion, could beat you ten years ago, and he can still beat you now!"
"Why bother? You and I are other people's pawns, and we have to compete for superiority!"
"Blue sky! The emperor's star is not good, and the teachers are unkind. I, Lord Zheng Ting, have only one sword to split this hypocritical and chaotic world, and restore the clear blue sky to all living beings!"
"Disciple Xiao Han, I will give you this sword as a master, take the sword!"
In the Emperor Star Temple, both Saints fell to the ground and vomited blood. Saint Cicada's vitality was severely injured, and there was no hope of ascending to the upper world!
At the foot of Qingya Mountain, by the bank of the Spring River, a young man was in high spirits, holding a sword and singing. The peach blossoms fell on his clothes, leaving bursts of fragrance that lingered for a long time.
