How to distribute, how to distribute, no telling.

"How much or how little, I won't interfere."

"The strong have the privilege to dominate the weak, don't they?"

After saying that, throw it away.

He stretched out his hand to catch it and weighed it up and down. It was the same amount as what Tang En had brought out at that time. A student could get at most thirty grains of tribute rice.

Of course, the right to distribute is in his hands, and giving more or less depends on his mood.

Mr. Jie doesn't look like a good person. He believes in the law of the jungle and the strong. He uses his privileges to stimulate his classmates and uses them as targets, right?

"Thirty pills per person. If you take too many, I'll break your hands."

He threw it on the floor casually and motioned to the students to come forward and collect it.

A group of people looked at Zhang Song behind the podium and saw him spreading his hands.

"Wow!"

A large group of people came forward, each took thirty pills, and returned to their seats.

"He Zhao, right? You receive tribute rice from me and distribute it every day."

"Today, before practicing and consecrating the seal, I want to teach you a set of new things."

After finishing speaking, turn on the projector.

A monk wearing cassocks, his legs are like a horse stance, and his hands are clasped together.

On the black screen next to the picture, there are lines of white text written on it.

Detailed introduction to the functions, precautions, and insights at each stage.

"Vajradhara is a method of physical cultivation. You are lucky. When I first went to school, I did not have such favorable conditions."

From the tone of the new head teacher's voice, one can hear his envy for everyone.

'It's like the Zhuang Gong in boxing, but it's a little different.'

Having said that, no matter how strong your body is, can it block long spears and short cannons, or all kinds of extraordinary big hand seals?

"Practice the power of vajra, it does seem a bit useless to you at this stage. However, it will be of infinite use to you in the future. In short, practice well and you will not lose anything."

Zhang Song didn't say much about the deeper meaning. Smart people who can endure hardship will definitely practice hard. On the contrary, those who can't endure hardship and like to be clever can't make them persevere even if they are told.

"Come on, everyone, get up and do what's in the picture."

The students got up from their futons, followed the monk's movements on the projector, walked step by step, and put their hands together.

The man named Zhang stepped down from the podium and began to correct everyone's mistakes one by one.

"If you lower your legs a little later, you say they feel sore? That's right. Otherwise, how can you cultivate your physical body?"

"You, keep your arms straight and place your hands together diagonally. Do you think the triangle is the most stable?"

"Little girl over there, do you think Vajradhara is ugly? You're so coquettish!"

After he corrected himself, he walked to He Zhao's side.

"."

Needless to say, the action is exactly the same as the picture.

"Very good, you are worthy of being the squad leader. From now on, Vajradhara's actions will be based on you."

Nonsense, he congratulated someone for going through multiple simulated scenarios, and a single move was similar to a pile skill in boxing. It would be weird if he couldn't do it.

"Next, King Kong's angry eyes."

The projector screen flashed, and it was still Vajradhara's posture, but the monk on the screen had his eyes wide open with anger.

Even though it is just a picture, everyone can still feel the anger contained in his eyes, which seems to be gushing out, giving people a great mental pressure.

"This is the art of drawing fire, but don't get me wrong. What you draw is anger, maintain an angry posture, and use the anger to stimulate the spirit and make it grow. With the power of Vajra Holding, the physical body and the spirit can go hand in hand, and you can save half of the time.

time."

"Angry, think about the grievances you have suffered. Or, imagine some things that make you angry, and stay angry all the time."

Afterwards, all the students in the classroom bared their teeth.

"."

Zhang Song looked at the expressions of the demons and monsters in the room and fell silent.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"I mean the emotion of anger, not winking and pretending to be angry."

Everyone in the class, including a certain Lang Mie, failed to meet the standard.

The person named He has gone through too many experiences, especially death and death hundreds of times. His anger has long since disappeared, and that emotion can only be called anger.

"Forget it, we still have to rely on external aids."

Lao Zhang sighed, took out a piece of black incense and lit it.

"boom--"

The smoke was swirling and entering everyone's nostrils.

The next second, the painting styles changed one by one, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and they were filled with anger that was about to burst out.

"Remember this feeling, you won't be able to enjoy it every day in the future. Seize it, keep it in your mind, and take the initiative to lure it out next time."

The word "come" didn't come out of his mouth because he saw a person trying his best to keep his eyes wide open, like a husky who had blended into a pack of wolves, pretending.

"Are you okay?"

"fine."

Now that someone saw it out, he simply stopped pretending.

After listening to "This I Smell" all night, I feel so calm and frightened. It is unrealistic to use a stick of incense to induce anger.

"Your talent is indeed powerful. It may be that your spirit is different from ordinary people, which prevents the fear incense from functioning. Or, you may have no fear in your heart."

"Teacher, do you think there is a possibility that I can take advantage of all the above two points?"

Zhang Song: "???"

I don’t know if it’s both, but you’re quite shameless!
Chapter completed!