Old man Chongcheng in Ningxia bowed deeply, "I have a lot of help from teaching, but I have heard from others that teachers are preaching, learning, and answering doubts. A virtuous teacher chooses disciples, and a virtuous disciple also chooses teachers. Although I am grateful to my seniors, I really dare not become a disciple rashly, so as not to hurt both parties by mistake."

He couldn't tell that Old Man Cheng regarded him as a genius and was eager to take him under his command.

He was very willing to find a guide in his practice. Even though Old Man Cheng didn't look too polite, he had no room for picking and choosing at this moment.

But you can't be too rush to do anything. As soon as Old Man Cheng takes it, he will bow down and say, what should I do if I am despised and despised in the future?

Old Man Cheng frowned slightly and said to himself, "It's a rash". He stood up and said, "You kid, don't be too picky. One day, you know who I am, you are afraid you will cry and shout to become a disciple. I remember when I participated in the battle on the battlefield in the prehistoric battlefield, you kid didn't know whether you were born or not.

Now that my tendons and veins are broken, my cultivation is a waste, but my experience and insight are priceless. Do you think I am not good at teaching here to teach a choreographer? You might as well ask Nan Huaiyuan, the palace president of your Donghua Academy, for many times, and asked me to serve as the gold medal coach in the advanced class, but I was given up because I was troublesome.

Believe it or not, as long as I agree, Nan Huaiyuan has to quickly bring the sedan chair and invite him..."

Before he finished speaking, Aunt Zhu's stout figure blocked the light at the door, "My surname is Cheng, you still have shamelessness. If you have money, you won't return it to the cafeteria. You have to bet on the bad bet again. Now you lose your hair and have clean claws. What if you say? You owe the cafeteria 300 yuan, will you not get a knot?"

Aunt Zhu was wearing an apron, holding a shovel in one hand and a spoon in the other, and scolded him indignantly.

Old Man Cheng waved his hand with awkward face and said, "You are a woman, what do you know? You rarely have a few fights in life. If you win, you will naturally have everything. Isn't it just a small account? It will definitely be settled in three days or three days."

Aunt Zhu was still angry and scolded her. Ningxia took out the oil paper bag from her waist, lit out three hundred yuan, and stuffed it into Aunt Zhu's hand.

Aunt Zhu came on order. Although she was embarrassed, she had to accept it. She glared at Old Man Cheng with a angrily glance and turned around.

"A woman who doesn't know what you give him money, I'll use my ability to eat on credit."

Old Man Cheng muttered, he was in a bad mood.

He originally planned to show off his extraordinaryness so that Ningxia could convince himself and obediently worship him.

After Aunt Zhu's stirring up, nothing was left.

Old Man Cheng was in a state of distraction, but Ningxia was in a state of interest, "Dare you ask, did I kill this thousand-minded master to achieve great success?"

Old Man Cheng said angrily, "It's time to achieve great success, and it's still a little distance from the peak."

"Please give me some advice."

"What are you going to give me some advice? Your cultivation is too weak now. Although Qianjun Slash is only a first-level skill, it is more than enough to guide the third level cultivator to urge him to do his best."

"First-level exercises? I wonder how this exercises are divided into grades?"

"There is no level of practice, but there are no level of practice. Don't be too attached to the high level of practice. The so-called level of practice refers to the limit of power that can be carried by practicing the technique to the extreme. Obviously, many people cannot even practice the low level of practice, so they think about the high level of practice, which is tantamount to seek fish in a tree.

Let’s talk about this Qianjun Slash. It is considered a mainstream low-level martial art in the Academy. How many people can truly reach the peak and exert their full power? You don’t have to worry too much about the high and low-level martial arts. Find a path that suits you. If you keep going, your achievements will not be too bad.”

Ningxia said, "What the coach said is very true. Another point is that after I absorbed the spiritual consciousness, I activated the Thousand-Music Slash, and felt that the qi and blood were erect and running smoothly, which was not the same as when I first practiced."

Old Man Cheng raised the green gourd and sipped in a sip of wine, "This is naturally. You are only guiding the first level now. The Qianjun Slash that has been successfully cultivated is enough to greatly stimulate your qi and blood, help you break through smoothly until the third level of guidance. When you reach the third level of guidance, your arms will greatly increase the power of the Qianjun Slash. This is a process of mutual encouragement. Next, all you have to do is concentrate on practicing."

Ningxia nodded, "Teacher, I want to join the school now. Do you think it is feasible?"

Old Man Cheng's eyes lit up and he pondered for a moment, "There are still two years left to take the big test. It is indeed not a good time to join now. But for geniuses, this is both a challenge and an opportunity. On the road of cultivation, there are too many examples of slowing down one step and slowing down one step. It is rare to have a chance, so it's better for you to take a try.

You have accumulated three merit points now. I will recommend it for you. Joining the academy is not a problem. But the study fee in the academy is very high, not to mention the tuition fee of 2,000 copper coins per semester. There are also living expenses and accommodation expenses, and the pressure is very high. Do you have so much money now?"

This question left Ningxia's confidence in asking.

Old Man Cheng said, "You don't have to be depressed. I suggest you stay in the palace guard team for a while. First, you can continue to improve your cultivation and second, you can make a living. If you have the opportunity to take a mission, you might be able to make another profit.

Of course, time does not wait for anyone, and the academic tasks in the school are also very heavy. I will help you get a set of textbooks and I will give you special tutoring. This salary is no worse than when you join the school. But the tutoring fee... I don't want it anymore, just keep the meat, rice and wine."

Ningxia was frightened and thought that Old Man Cheng would take the opportunity to speak up. Unexpectedly, with this request, he felt that he could bear it, and his view of Old Man Cheng changed greatly.

How could he know that because he absorbed the magical skills overnight, Old Man Cheng had already determined that he was a legendary genius and wanted to accept him as his disciple.

Old Man Cheng had no choice. His image was too bad. He was afraid that Ningxia would rather reduce his treatment by himself than confirm the title of the teacher before talking about it.

Just like that, the two hit it off.

The palace guard team has been in peace recently, and Ningxia has begun to concentrate on practicing.

His single dormitory is the room where he practices martial arts during the day, and the class where Old Man Cheng teaches at night.

Ningxia never dreamed that in her dream, she would not only study the "Spiritual Science", "Acupuncture and Stone Science", "Basic Pharmacopeia", etc. related to her practice, but also study the "Poetry", "Book", "Correction of the Classics", "Correction of the Classics", etc.

He asked the old man about the reason, and the old man called Cheng, "Not all children in the ancestral academy can be promoted to the secondary school. Most of them either drop out or graduate or enter the world. They always have to have a skill and a living ability. In addition, practicing "Poetry", "Book", "Character" and "Cultivation" can broaden people's knowledge, enrich people's thinking, and strictly follow people's logic.

It is hard to imagine how many achievements a guy who can’t even understand martial arts will be. Which true monk is not a master of learning? Even those who have developed muscles in their brains often have limited achievements.”

Ningxia recognized Old Man Cheng's explanation and held his heart straight.

He was born in nine years of compulsory education, and the college entrance examination was more than 580 points. He had already possessed the various abilities that basic knowledge needs to be trained.

However, according to Old Man Cheng, the courses he taught will have considerable scores in the big exam.

At that time, you will be admitted based on the comprehensive score. In previous years, there were also people who had high scores in their practice, but they were eventually beaten because of insufficient comprehensive scores.

Since it is a lifelong test, Ningxia can only calm down and study.

As he thought, his basic abilities had been almost done by various textbooks in the People's Education Press.

Old Man Cheng taught Ningxia again. In addition to having problems with unfamiliar nouns, the entire teaching process went very smoothly.

Old Man Cheng kept secretly exclaiming that he was picking up the treasure.

As the days pass by, Ningxia is making rapid progress.

In terms of cultural courses, Old Man Cheng has suspended classes after teaching a month.

Because he found that Ningxia had no problem in the integration of mathematics, physics and writing.

The professor's pharmacology and acupuncture are all required at this stage to memorize and recite.

Therefore, in the following days, Ningxia was lying on the text and memorizing it, stuffing things into its mind.

It is worth writing about it that his cultivation has finally broken through to the second level of guidance.

He did not consume his two merit points to exchange for animal meat, but he broke through the pass by just practicing the Thousand-Music Slash.

Moreover, after his persistent practice, the third orifice, Tianquan Orifice, had already had a slightly cool feeling.

The practice has improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, which has greatly inspired Ningxia.

He buried his head in the small dormitory all day long, and with his strong perseverance, he forced himself to make progress.

That morning, he finished practicing in the dormitory and rushed into the cafeteria for a crazy meal before returning to the dormitory.

On the way, four monks in student uniforms rushed out and rushed forward to capture him, immediately tied up and dragged him away.

The leader was Xia Bing, who spat at him, "If I had known you were not a good person, I would have said, how could you rush out of the disaster area where monsters were infested? Look at you, a tender skin, dare to pretend to be a disaster victim. Bah, damn it, you are traitor."

The arrest was very disturbing, and the onlookers were soon not filled with the onlookers, servants, and students.

Xia Bing couldn't let Ningxia say anything at all, and directly blocked Ningxia's mouth with a bun.

Soon, Ningxia was thrown into a cell, and no one interrogated him. At meal time, there would be quite delicious food delivered.

The cell is dark and there is no sight of the sky.

At the beginning, he was still afraid. After thinking about it carefully, he probably guessed that he must have been used as a prop.

But the life in the cell was really hard, as if it was thrown into a large closed box, and even the passage of time could not be felt.

He could only use the number of times he delivered the meal to estimate the time and mark the lines on the wall.

When he was extremely idle, he began to memorize the classics he had learned in the past few months. Wherever he couldn't think of, he picked up stones and wrote the sentences before and after on the wall, using horizontal lines in the middle, so that he could get out of the cell in the future and then review it.
Chapter completed!