Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Of course, it is impossible for Zhenyan to just listen to what Mr. Yu has to say.

He checked the student work himself.

Mr. Yu was very careful. She not only brought all the students' homework, but also math books and scratch paper, and arranged them in the order they were found.

Therefore, comparing the homework of the other two classes, one can see that the homework of the Caoguo class is blank.

"This group of people who don't learn well! They are going to copy their homework!" Mr. Ji, who teaches mathematics, shook his head.

"But since they have already borrowed other people's homework, they have no reason to go out!" Mr. Yu said.

Zhenyan didn't care about the blank homework. What he noticed was the math book with the scratch paper sandwiched between them.

This math book was edited (copied) by Zhenyan.

Although the smart core he picked up is for infrastructure purposes, teaching facilities are indispensable in large bases, so there are teaching materials from elementary school to university in it.

It's a pity that Zhenyan didn't have time or money to popularize compulsory education, so he hastily condensed the content of three years of primary school into a book, and added a lot of chart statistics in his own mind, trying to make these children "graduate" Sometimes he can at least learn basic arithmetic and help him do some measuring work.

The scratch paper was seemingly randomly inserted in the second half of the math book.

"Is this piece of paper here?" Zhenyan confirmed.

"Yes." Mr. Yu nodded.

Mr. Ji squinted his eyes and looked: "I haven't taught that far yet."

In fact, Mr. Ji Lao is quite unacceptable to Arabic numerals.

Although this old gentleman is a generation of fortune-telling masters, he is still in his 60s and [-]s. He has no spiritual roots and cannot use jade slips to cheat. , I didn’t feel that it was inconvenient, so I was quite disapproving of the variant characters (simplified characters) and Arabic numerals that Zhenyan taught the children: Isn’t learning all about suffering?If you want to be lazy from the beginning, you can still learn well?

Fortunately, the old man is an honest man.

Although he was dissatisfied, he still taught according to the math textbook, and he taught very seriously. It took only a few days for the students to memorize the numbers and fill in a form. On the contrary, his own progress was a bit slow.

Of course, Zhenyan also knew that Mr. Ji didn't teach this far.

However, Zhenyan took a closer look at the creases on the spine of the book, and found that the marks were very deep in just a few days. It was obvious that he had read them frequently, and some exercises had answers written on them, which were not scribbles!

Zhenyan took the draft paper and looked at the lamp again.

The draft paper itself is blank, and there are some faint marks on it. It is hard to see the details, but the traces of the graph are quite obvious, which coincides with the content of the page where the draft paper is located.

"I can't tell, we still have a math genius here!" Zhenyan snorted and laughed.

He asked for a pen and drew the curve as well.

Others also knew that this was probably related to the reason for the disappearance of the children, so they came over curiously.

"This number doesn't seem normal?" Mr. Yu said.

Zhenyan couldn't help but look at Mr. Yu more.

Although he was teaching the children mathematics, he did not force the teachers to learn it too. Mr. Yu obviously taught himself.

In contrast, cultivators have much less trouble.

It's the same thing I haven't touched before, but I just need to write the content of the math book into the jade slip, and then I will learn it with a pat on the head.

The left-behind villagers looked at the graph, frowned, and said, "The moving aura...could it be 'corpse aura'?"

"moisture?"

"Corpse," the villagers explained, "that is, the residual gas of the dead body."

It turns out that in the cultivation world, after the death of a creature with spiritual power, the spiritual energy will immediately disperse and return to the world, but when there are too many dead spiritual creatures, or when the dead spiritual creatures are too high-level, the spiritual energy cannot be completely absorbed for a while. When it dissipates, it will wander between the sky and the earth, moving slowly by itself.

"White Deer Mountains once encountered a demon disaster, and I don't know how many monks and demons died during the period, so there are a lot of corpses like this." The villagers said so.

"Is it harmful?" Zhenyan asked nervously.

Looking at the name of this aura group, one cannot help being nervous.

"It depends on good luck," the villagers shook their heads: "Some corpses encounter spirit grasses and elixir, and they are dissolved in this way, which nourishes the vegetation, but some coincidentally encounter corpses and murderous creatures that have not been completely dissolved. Instead, it became a monster."

"Those silly kids won't think it's a good thing, so go find it yourself! And then just happened to meet a spirit transformed from corpse energy..." Mr. Yu worried.

"No, no! That's not possible!" The villager realized that he seemed to be frightening people, and he hurriedly waved his hands: "There is no need to worry about such things around Bailu Village! We will deal with the ominous creatures early, no Such hidden dangers will be left!"

"Even if you don't become refined, will it be harmful to your body?" Mr. Yu was still worried, and frowned slightly.

"No! Although there are different states depending on the source of the corpse gas, it is absolutely harmless to the body of ordinary people!" The villager said more and more panicked, but the person he panicked and feared was actually Mr. Yu.

Although the villagers are immortal cultivators, they are all from mountain people, and they are most afraid of a beautiful woman from the palace like Mr. Yu.

"That's not necessarily the case!" Zhenyan said.

He drew a picture on the drawing with a pen, and then pointed to a certain position: "If those little bastards chased after the corpse, then according to the movement of the corpse, I'm afraid it happened to be at this position—"

That location happened to be a pool of water.

The water there was not very deep, but it was no problem to drown a child or two.

This has nothing to do with spirits, it's purely a safety issue.

"I'll go there and look for it!" Zhenyan said.

"We're going too!" The others said anxiously.

"No, there must be someone guarding this side." Zhenyan glanced at the children and shook his head: "It's enough for someone to notify the village chief! I still have Shengyu here!"

"Yo yo! I will protect the young master!" Sheng Yu shouted.

When it saw Zhenyan came to the village, it was looking at something it didn't understand. It thought it wasn't going to look for someone, so it hid aside and dozed off. Now that Zhenyan said that he was going outside, Shengyu suddenly regained his energy.

The golden-red appearance of this bird is still very bluffing, with it following, it seems that there is nothing to worry about.

Only someone suddenly said:

"Please let me follow! Although I'm a useless person now, my hands and feet are still pretty good."

Zhenyan glanced at the other party in surprise.

The other party is the last of the five teachers in the "Teacher's Day Gift Package".

If you look at the appearance alone, he is also the most disturbing thought.

This gentleman is pretty handsome, but a scar has been drawn from his forehead to his chin, running through the entire left side of his face, and he looks a bit fierce, because he heard from Nangongqin that this person has been abolished and only has martial arts. Yan arranged for him to be a physical education teacher, and usually taught the children some boxing skills.

But Zhenyan didn't know the other person's name, because this person refused to bring up the past, saying that he was "anonymous".

Zhenyan called him "Mr. Wu".

"Mr. Wu" was silent most of the time, as invisible as a shadow, and he hadn't spoken just now. This was the first time he offered to help.

Zhenyan thought about it, and felt that if a child really fell into the water, it would be better to have a quick help.

Zhenyan didn't refuse: "Please trouble Mr. Wu."

"Mr. Wu" nodded, and strode behind Zhenyan.

"I hope Little Immortal Nangong can successfully retrieve the children." Mr. Yu looked at their backs worriedly.

Azusa nodded in agreement.

She was very worried about the whereabouts of her servant girl, but unfortunately, her body is still very young, so going with her would add to the confusion.

But what really surprised Ziran was that Nangong Zhenyan was more and more different from what she thought!

Unexpectedly, Nangong Zhenyan was so smart that he could find the clues of the missing children from such tiny traces.

And now it seems that this measurement also has its purpose.

Although Ziran also heard in her previous life that some formation masters could capture corpse energy and use it in her own formation, she never expected that Zhenyan could allow such a young child, even a mortal, to easily infer the trajectory of corpse energy.

Azusa thought so, and couldn't help but glance at the math textbook on the table in admiration.

Then Azusa saw that Mr. Ji was still concentrating on looking at the graph on the table, his eyes were very shaken, he even picked up a pen at last, and buried himself in calculations.