I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

Fang He has heard the story of the broken golden core countless times on Earth.This was the first time a person involved stood in front of him and explained.

The life before Shi Shuo can be regarded as a legend of the last generation.He began to practice at the age of eight, completed Qi refining at the age of 12, reached the peak of foundation building at the age of 17, and can step up to fight against the enemy. At the age of 22, he stepped into Jindan and was besieged by five Jindan mid-term undefeated.

This kind of cultivation speed can be regarded as one of the best in the entire cultivation world, not to mention his brilliant record.At that time, Shi Shuo was so high-spirited and carefree.It's a pity that such a path to arrogance stops at a token fight.

"Token competition?" Fang He was quite interested in this term, sat up straight, and looked at Shi Shuo curiously.Because he was lying on his stomach just now, there were two red marks on his white and tender cheeks, but he himself didn't notice it at all, and pretended to be listening carefully.

Seeing him like this, Shi Shuo's tone couldn't help but soften a lot: "The token is the passport to the First Holy Land."

Fang He knew something about the First Holy Land.Frankly speaking, it is a secret place in this cultivation world.It is rumored that there is an ancient inheritance in the secret realm.There, countless celestial beings have fallen, and every inch of land is buried with a few bones. There, there are also countless unknown people who have risen and achieved the supreme road.

The standard for entering the First Holy Land is to have a Holy Land Token.And this token will be automatically screened every five years and sent to the right person.When the Holy Land is close to opening for 20 days, the token will automatically light up to show others.So far, it is also the time when the bloody storm is coming.

Shi Shuo was not lucky.When the token that belonged to him was transmitted, he was performing a sect mission.In full view, a token with the words "Holy Land" appeared in front of him.Fang He could imagine Shi Shuo's feeling at that time, like a sun-kissed dog.Afterwards, he was first betrayed by the disciples of the same sect, and fled all the way to kill him. In the end, under the siege of five late-stage Golden Cores, he beheaded two of them, but was also smashed by the other three Golden Cores.

And when he returned to the sect, his disciples from the same sect were holding tokens to accept the supreme protection and honor.

No one will call the shots for him.In addition, he was broken at the time, and fairness and justice would not fall on him.

After listening to the whole story, Fang He nodded and chuckled: "It's pretty good."

Shi Shuo:? ? ?

Is it really okay for him to laugh out loud in such a miserable situation!

Fang He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were on the same level as his, and there was light in his eyes: "In this way, you are my only disciple." He paused, and turned his head desperately to take out all the chicken soup for the soul that he saw on the earth: " From now on, all the glory and halo on your body are created by us."

"It has nothing to do with anyone else."

This was the first time that Shi Shuo received such serious and considerate encouragement from Fang He.His eyes seem to carry all things and contain infinite wisdom, soothe the anxiety and worry that Shi Shuo had just had.

Seeing Shi Shuo cheer up again, Fang He heaved a sigh of relief, and his face became serious: "Since we have set our goals now, then you have to hurry up and prepare. After all, you don't have much time left."

Shi Shuo nodded, and then two things appeared in front of him.

A pad and a pencil.

"Classroom time is limited." Fang He coughed lightly, and said solemnly, "You can try to copy textbooks and exercise in extracurricular time."

Shi Shuo lowered his head sullenly, and glanced at the pencil.That pencil was placed before the cram school, and the pen has been sharpened to become very short, and the green skin on the outside is slightly peeled off, making it extremely shabby.

Shi Shuo picked up the pen, held it clumsily like Fang He, and began to slowly outline characters on the pad.

It was extremely difficult to write the first word.Due to the different postures of holding the pen, the direction of movement of the force is also different.When Shi Shuo wrote, he always felt uncomfortable and stumbled.But at the same time, he can also feel the magic of this pen.

It doesn't even need ink!

Most of the literati's copying needs to study the ink and lay the paper in advance, and even the choice of the brush must be studied carefully.However, the pen in front of him was obviously randomly selected by Fang He and handed to him, so there was no need for such complicated procedures.

It is really a fairy method.

Shi Shuo saw everything miraculous about the cram school.He suppressed the excitement in his heart and carefully began to copy this text.Soon, he discovered what Fang He's so-called "exercise" was.

The first sentence seemed to be the same as the previous experience class, just to give him a time to adapt.With every sentence and every word that followed, Shi Shuo's difficulty in transcribing gradually increased.Every time he finished writing a word, he shook his wrist slightly to relieve the remaining pressure on it.

Not only that, every time he finishes writing a sentence, the scene of this sentence will appear in front of his eyes, while deepening his comprehension, it is still consuming his "spiritual knowledge".This is a double torture of spirit and body.

Fang He saw that Shi Shuo was seriously copying beside him, and he couldn't be disturbed for a while, so he found a place beside him.After clicking on the system, the page of the system still stays on lv1, and the task of recruiting a student does not show that it is completed. It is estimated that some aspects of his procedures are not in place.

Fang He thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he closed the page and started to get down to business.

The first upgrade task of the system let him know what the follow-up tasks are - it is estimated that most of them are recruiting students, and if there is one, there will be two.So, all he has to do now is to promote his cram school under limited conditions.

Shishuo's Jianzong Contest was a way of publicity.

He wanted to tailor a cram school uniform for Shi Shuo, so that it would be stylish and topical.If there are many people who ask, he will be able to select suitable disciples from among them.While thinking, Fang He began to draw on the paper.

The chapters of "Encouraging Learning" are taken from Xunzi, and Xunzi's thoughts are Confucianism.Therefore, when drawing the uniform, Fang He specially added some elements of Confucianism to the neckline.He hasn't changed too much, and it's still a simple match for easy action.In the end, he carelessly drew two patterns on his chest.

With a swipe of the pen, after casually designing, Fang He put it aside, took out another piece of white paper, and began to sketch it seriously.This time, he had to design an atmospheric, simple, and pretentious outfit for himself who went to the scene that day, preferably one that looked like a fairy at first glance.

Wide-sleeved robes, white clothing, and gilded patterns are all on the cuffs.

Fang He designed it very carefully.Anyway, he didn't have to fight, so he naturally did whatever he felt comfortable with.After finishing all this, Fang He handed the design draft to the garment shop next to the cram school, and asked the other shop to promise to make the clothes the day before the competition at the price of one spirit stone.

After dealing with this matter, Fang He devoted himself to Shi Shuo.

Now, Shi Shuo is his best chance.

Fortunately, although the course schedule is very tight, Shi Shuo is a good student who can endure hardships.In addition to studying in class every day, he devotes the rest of his time to copying the chapters of "Encouraging Learning".

Finally, hard work pays off.

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The 21 days passed quickly, and the qualifying competition for the disciples of Jianzong came as scheduled.

In the early morning, before the morning light in the distance had completely dissipated, Jianzong's bells and drums began to beat, nine dull, soul-stirring sounds.Cranes are flying in the sky, making clear crane calls. On both sides of the street, the originally low-hanging green trees are rejuvenated, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant.

The area around the cram school is also bustling with crowds coming and going, full of human fireworks.

Shi Shuo was driven back by Fang He the day before.

Fang He got up early in the morning and began to dress up, making sure to look decent.He even bought a bigu pill with his spiritual power, so as not to affect his image by eating buns.After doing this, he followed the crowd all the way and walked north.

The north is the mountain gate of Jianzong.

At this time, countless people gathered at the foot of the mountain.They sat on the ground, looking into the air with fascination.In the mid-air, there are dozens of giant screens scattered here and there.The figures of the various disciples are reflected on the screen.It's like a huge square.

Fang He found a tree to lean against, and looked up at one of the screens.

That screen was once placed in the center, and was stared at, admired and admired by countless people.Now, it can only occupy a small corner.

This change was quickly noticed by others.Some people who used to watch the Jianzong disciple selection competition said in surprise: "Oh no, when I watched it five years ago, this person wasn't in the middle."

This sentence was quickly echoed by the people around.

Things in the realm of comprehension rarely spread to the mortal world. Presumably, not many people knew about Shi Shuo's shattered golden core.For a time, people talked about it.

But soon, someone sneered:

"Because the golden core is broken, it's cold!"

Fang He looked for the sound, and saw a five or six-year-old child sitting on a high place.He was wearing a red coat, with Nezha braids on his hair, and he looked very gratifying.At this time, the corners of his eyes were raised, and he looked at everyone's surprised appearance gloatingly.

He lifted his fat little chin, and kindly said to the group of people looking at him:

"Now in the middle is the new benchmark supported by thousands of people in Jianzong——Yue Zhicheng."

Hearing this name, Fang He's eyes fixed on the face in the center of the screen.That face was wide-eyed, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was talking happily with the surrounding Jianzong disciples with a smile on his face.This must be the traitor who took the token.

Compared with his spring breeze, Shi Shuo was very pitiful. At this time, he was standing alone in the corner, staring at the scene in front of him calmly.

Fang He was a little distressed at this moment, and before he had time to express his feelings, he saw the child who had spoken before standing up, and his red and festive tiger-toed shoes were trampled carelessly on the chair.

He held up his fat little fist, and shouted to Yue Zhicheng in the center of the screen in a dignified manner: "Zhicheng, go!"

Fang He: I checked the eyes, it's the enemy soldier, Xiongzi.