Taoist Quick Wear

"It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic about learning, and I am very pleased."

Si Qingyan smiled.

"Please copy the content on the screen. The exam will be tested. I will also randomly check. If you answer incorrectly, a certain number of points will be deducted."

The sound of writing was heard in the classroom.

Many people's fists are as big as casseroles, and they hold pens carefully for fear of breaking them. Most of the words are terrible. The outside world has developed to the point where smart butlers can be carried around, and few people still use such primitive writing methods.

Bai Li remained silent, while at the same time comprehending the newly acquired ice element's origin in his heart. He just took a look, even so, he gained a lot.

He did not control the ice and snow in the classroom.

Even if he can achieve this effect, he will be very tired. There is no need to waste energy on such a thing. On the surface it is not difficult, but in fact it places high demands on the operator. Only absolutely precise and delicate control can achieve this effect.

That senior was still calm and calm, even more unfathomable.

Bai Limo really didn't understand. How did this person get caught by the Black Court? Is it because he deliberately cheated? It's scary to think about it.

He didn't dare to ask, since he didn't have to study anyway. If he asked, maybe he would join in.

The ancients said that if a dead Taoist friend is not dead and a poor Taoist, it is better to sit on the sidelines and watch.

"Let's start with Marxist philosophy. Marxist philosophy includes dialectical materialism and historical materialism..."

The people in the audience looked at each other in confusion, and just copied mechanically.

What the hell...

Si Qingyan began to explain historical materialism and dialectics to them, breaking it down into pieces.

The classroom atmosphere is very serious, everyone is serious and their eyes are confused.

Bai Limo thought it sounded good. In fact, this is the most essential way of thinking. Building a logical framework in the brain can also enhance the understanding of the world.

"Has any student taken the initiative to answer questions?"

Silence, silence, silence.

Si Qingyan said again:

"I will randomly select a few students to answer the questions and see who is so lucky."

"No. 1678."

"I don't know." Lu Mao stood up, a little nervous and a little expectant.

"Come here." Si Qingyan waved.

Lu Mao couldn't help but tremble, he was too excited and walked towards Si Qingyan.

Si Qingyan smiled slightly and punched.

The huge impact caused Lu Mao to vomit blood and fly out of the classroom.

Everyone saw the two sides fighting and did not dare to say a word.

Not long after, Lu Mao crawled in, coughing up blood and crawling forward with difficulty.

It took him a while to crawl back to his seat, but he dragged out a long trail of blood on the ground.

Si Qingyan gave an approving look and praised:

"Although this classmate didn't know, fortunately he was honest and dealt with it lightly. I will continue to recruit people to answer questions."

The people in the audience were sweating on their backs, and their hearts were on fire. They lowered their heads and prayed in their hearts, don’t be me, don’t be me.

Every time Si Qingyan read a number, someone would stand up and tremble.

"You can read from the notebook." Si Qingyan was quite gentle.

"Historical materialism is a theory in philosophy about the general laws of the development of human society. It is an important part of Marxist philosophy. The scientific view of social history and..."

The unsmooth reading reminded everyone of the fear of being dominated by the teacher as a child, and it was much scarier than that time. At least the teacher wouldn't punch you half to death and spit out blood.

"That's right. People often miss the worry-free years when they were studying. You are very lucky to be able to relive your school life. Tuition and miscellaneous fees are free, and you don't have to pay for books or make-up classes. I hope you can cherish this learning opportunity and enrich yourself."

Si Qingyan looked around, Lu Mao coughed up blood, and immediately began to applaud. The classroom burst into warm applause again, and the atmosphere was very good.

Bai Limo was in a very complicated mood. He contacted Si Qingheng again but still failed.

It took an hour and a half to go to school in the morning, and then it was time to eat and exercise. Everyone looked not very good and felt miserable in their hearts. I originally thought that Warden Bai, who was good at countering violence with violence, was scary enough, but I didn't expect that the real ruthless person was Lang Mie.

Reading and memorizing in the morning have become the time that everyone resists the most.

No one has resisted yet.

They began to accept the change and adapted well.

Human beings are indeed a tenacious race, able to cope with various trials in life.

Apart from giving lessons to them, Si Qingyan's other times are still the same as before. There is no need to participate in some training on combat power. During the lessons, the points deducted from the prisoners are transferred to his own account. He can order whatever dishes he wants, and the rest of the 4 houses The three roommates would eat some meat in silence.

It’s weekend, and everyone is waiting for the holiday.

The endorsement has made their eyes dull, their energy low, their headaches splitting, their throats inflamed...

However, the five o'clock bell rang on time.

The man who had become their nightmare stood on the podium with a familiar smile.

He's coming, he's coming! He came with Marxist philosophy!

Lang Mie, with a light and gentle smile, stood in the light, as if he were a young and promising university professor who was incompatible with a group of death row inmates in the black court.

"If Blue Star doesn't explode, Black Court won't have a holiday."

"You won't rest until the universe restarts."

"No need to open the notebook today, just take the exam directly."

After Si Qingyan finished speaking, he started to distribute the test papers, and suddenly the alarm sounded.

Bai Limo, who was watching the teaching process from behind as usual, was notified that aliens were attacking the city and the Black Court was joining the battle.

Many prisoners in the black court were shocked and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who used to hate going to the battlefield, but after entering the Black Court on the 188th for a week, they suddenly felt that the battlefield was also a good place. At least they did not need to learn dialectics and methodology, nor did they need to learn materialism and metaphysics.

They all showed happy smiles, even a little impatient.

Bai Limo actually felt a bit like he was in another world.

This is the first time I see these people looking forward to going to the battlefield so much.

"Everyone gathers and prepares to join the battle."

Bai Limo ordered, then bowed slightly and asked Si Qingyan to speak in private:

"You come with me."

"Uncle Master also wants to join the war?"

"Um."

"I will prepare a set of equipment for you, and I hope you can kill as many aliens as possible."

"No problem." Si Qingyan looked very talkative.

Bai Limo got a set of standard equipment for prisoners in the Black Court, the highest level.

There is no difference in normal treatment, and the armor worn in battle is graded. The higher the level, the heavier the armor, the better the defense, and the greater the chance of survival.

In order to hide their identity, the prisoners of the Black Court are equipped with uniform masks in their armor. After Si Qingyan put it on, she found that the mask was not breathable, so she replaced it with a mask stolen from the [Doomsday Herald] in the previous world.

[Incomplete Doomsday-Disaster Mask: You can see the mortal disaster carried by living beings]

Si Qingyan also wanted to try on the matching cloak and put it on together.

[Incomplete Doomsday - Light-seeking Cloak: Perfect concealment, combined with the Disaster Mask, can trigger the target's fatal disaster in advance]

It is probably the ability to turn possible future death into a recent fact.

Si Qingyan did not move away from Bai Limo, who watched Si Qingyan's dressing process and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Bai Limo, the prison warden, was a little nervous.

He sensed a strong danger, which he could not avoid. It seeped into every pore, bringing unknown panic. Death followed him like a shadow, but he didn't know what it would be.

His spiritual awareness is far beyond that of ordinary people, and his experience of death is particularly clear.

After putting on the cloak, Si Qingyan almost lost any sense of existence, like a black shadow with a blank mask on his face.

Si Qingyan condensed an ice mirror.

The reflected image was the same as the [Doomsday Herald] he had seen before. After putting on the cloak, he automatically loses his height, shortness, fatness and other features, leaving only a slender shadow. The mask has no strings and is buckled directly to the face. It is as light and thin as nothing, as if it was born there.

Sure enough, after killing the evil dragon, you will become an evil dragon yourself.

Si Qingyan then thought, I am purifying the minds of a group of bad guys and improving their ideological and moral cultivation. It seems that I am still a good person.

"Let's go."

Si Qingyan glanced at Bai Limo and quickly learned several ways to kill him.

In fact, it has no reference value. Just like when a person sees a small ant, he will not consider whether to attack the ant's left foot or right foot first, nor whether to attack with fire or water.

This mask is a bit useless, but it is a useful tool for laziness.

You don't need to do it yourself, you only need to expand the target's death possibility to achieve your goal, and the ability will increase with the number of uses.

Bai Limo said nothing, but put on his combat uniform as usual, took his silver whip, and joined the battle with the others in the black court.

It's very fashionable that everyone flies.

A group of people wearing armors were sitting in a row on the plane, feeling a little happy.

No one spoke. Si Qingyan sat with three roommates. Today they were members of the same combat team. In fact, Zhao Ritian, Ye Liangchen, and Lu Mao have no sense of security.

Looking at what Lang Mie did makes people extremely defensive.

"This mask is pretty cool, hey, hey, hey..." Lu Mao smiled in awe.

He usually looks abnormal, but in fact his mental state is very healthy. As for Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen, a pair of brothers who rub their backs together every day, they are even more dangerous.

"Don't be frightened when you see anything. Sometimes kings will go to the battlefield, so don't be too pushy. Last time, one of our Kyushu kings died in battle. Even the body was transported back by the alien race." Zhao Ritian was silent.

"Which one?" Although Si Qingyan thought it was not Si Qingheng, she was still a little worried.

"The Moon King. The real body is a fish. We all think that the Moon King might have been eaten by a foreign race." Ye Liangchen sighed.

Even though the Moon King was not a human race, he looked the same as the people of Kyushu after his transformation. He had always been the king of Kyushu and protected the people for decades. It was still uncomfortable to die such a tragic death.

"You should be able to see King Si this time. Those two kings have a good relationship. King Si will definitely avenge the Moon King."

Si Qingyan thought of the fish many years ago. He had forgotten what the other fish looked like after its transformation. He only remembered that Jiang Yue was dull and not very smart.

Si Qingyan silently did some calculations for Jiang Yue in her mind, and found that there was good luck in the misfortunes, and the nobles came to help.

He also gave Si Qingheng a divination, and it turned out that there was still good luck in the misfortunes, and the nobles helped him.

Thinking of Bai Limo's repeated attempts to contact Si Qingheng, he couldn't help but have a guess in his mind and planned to go to the space where the aliens were.

The irreconcilable conflict between Blue Star and the alien race is that the alien race can rely on the flesh, blood and genes of Blue Star creatures to optimize their own race, and they have many high-end weapons, which are enough to crush the newly emerged evolvers of Blue Star. At present, Blue Star has not fallen because the world consciousness has opened the barrier protection to prevent the opponent's high-end force from entering the space where Blue Star is located.

What is very unfair is that the primitive race of Blue Star has no way to rely on the flesh and blood of aliens to evolve.

This unilateral exploitation puts Blue Star in a very dangerous situation.

"Mie'er, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhao Ritian looked over curiously.

"Thinking about unhappy things."

"You'll be happy if you kill a few aliens. I promise you'll hate them very much." Ye Liangchen comforted.

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We won't take a holiday unless the earth explodes. We won't rest unless the universe restarts.

——Said by CCTV joke teller Zhu Guangquan.

Zhu Guangquan is really interesting, B station ghost animal video material.

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