Start From Cultivation University

On the last day of military training, Wei Ze personally went to the field to review the results.

Needless to say in terms of basics, even Wu Hao, who is at the bottom, can easily use his spiritual power during intense exercise. As for Yuan Qingqing, who is the most advanced, she can already run half a marathon with the support of spiritual power.

Before the stipulated time, the last person had already crossed the key line stipulated by Wei Ze. He just stood on the stands, looking around at the panting freshmen under his feet, his expression of satisfaction was beyond words.

It's quite a feeling that the little chickens raised at home have laid eggs.

The last item of military training is the collective Tai Chi performance.

A group of teenagers and girls in exercise uniforms stood in the middle of the field, clasping their fists in salute. Following the order from the leading student, everyone put into a stance, stretched their bodies, and punched out fists and feet full of aura.

At first glance, this scene really looks like an ordinary university performance, but...

"Eighth Form, Hold the Sparrow's Tail to the Left—"

Everyone turned sideways, waved their right hands together, and saw that the aura carried by that arm immediately set off a gust of wind, and several thinner seedlings in the middle were directly broken by the middle.

"The tenth form, moving, blocking and hammering—"

More than 30 left feet stepped on the ground vigorously, and then Ling Kong's fist suddenly pressed down, only to hear the muffled thud, and the ground in the midfield sank by more than an inch. At first glance, it looked like the surface of the moon full of ravines. .

"The thirteenth form..."

After acting out one by one, Wei Ze was very relieved to see more and more broken branches, gravel, and pits on the ground.

In this way, even if these students really have the application ability. Although it is still very immature, such a control ability is enough to deal with the following basic courses.

From the faces of the students, he also saw the joy brought about by this change.

In this final cultural performance, everyone tried their best. They felt the pleasure of the overflowing spiritual power rushing out of their bodies and hitting everywhere. A month of hard work was like Shattered with the ground.

Wei Ze was very moved by this. So he called Qianshou, gave her dozens of brooms and dustpans, and temporarily changed her position to "cleaner" to sweep up the mess.

...

According to the schedule of ordinary universities, the end of military training coincides with the holidays, which should be the time when students go home for a short vacation. But Kunlun University is in a special situation, and no one is willing to give up their cultivation progress and go home at this juncture.

In order to avoid leaking secrets, the campus is not allowed to use external communication at will, but Wei Ze feels that students must report to their families that they are safe and report their progress in the first month of school.

After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to use the oldest method - family letter.

After the news was released, many students cheered up.

After all, they have become the only group of immortal cultivators in the world! If you tell your family about this matter, it will be comparable to being admitted to the key points to honor your ancestors!

But after the excitement, concerns also follow.

Not to mention whether the school will allow them to do so. Even if let, what should they say?

Come to a university that teaches immortal cultivation, the teacher is a real person cultivating immortals, and the teacher is learning breathing? This is too much. It's okay if the family doesn't believe it, but if they believe it, they might feel like they've entered a pyramid scheme.

This is the time to test your Chinese skills. A group of people are biting their pens, thinking about the use of Spring and Autumn brushwork, and euphemistically telling the family about the existence of Xiuxian without arousing suspicion.

A day later, all these letters were handed over to Wei Ze in a neat stack.

While not explicitly stated, this is something that may involve privacy after all. He didn't look at it much, he just used [Tuning Birds] to attract a group of birds, and divided the letters one by one, and these messengers would take them to all directions.

So, on another sunny afternoon, the elders of the Wu family gathered together at the table, looked up the dictionary, and read the letter from their son with some difficulty.

"...The teachers in the school are very good. I have learned a lot in the past month. I will definitely work hard in my studies. I have seen the food and accommodation in the school. I eat well and sleep well, so I don't need to worry too much. But you And don't come to me, don't send anything, I don't need things outside in school..."

The letter is full of implying that there is no three hundred taels of silver here, which makes Er always confused.

Ever since he was in college, Wu Hao, who had always been a family member, had less contact with them, and he seldom even made phone calls. And a month later, such an unclear letter suddenly arrived, and it didn't go through the post office, but was picked up by pigeons.

"Hao Zi said that this school cannot be found under normal circumstances, and you must be led by an expert?" Wu's mother helped her reading glasses, "According to this, can't the children in the village go to school? What kind of situation is this? School?"

...

At the same time, the girl's letter had also arrived at its destination, and the delicate handwriting was fully displayed before his father's eyes.

"...Dad, there are miracles in the world, and Kunlun University is such a miracle. Believe me, the things taught in this school can really cure my mother. Take good care of her, I will definitely learn..."

Father Yuan took the letter and was shocked by the momentum between the lines. In his memory, his daughter had never believed in something so firmly.

"The doctors said there was no hope... Qingqing said that this university can be brought back to life?" He looked at the white pigeon next to him cooing and shaking his head.

A few tens of kilometers away, someone had the same confusion as him.

Father Xiao had a letter from his son in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face.

To be precise, it cannot be called a letter, it is just a piece of paper, and there are only three sentences in it:

parents

I am at Kunlun University

It's amazing here!

...

...

On the day when the letter from home arrived, dozens of families were immersed in the same subtle feeling.

Their children gave up all normal opportunities for further education and life, and chose the Kunlun University. Since then, I have rarely shown up for a month, and finally got in touch, but it was sent by mail, and it was sent by a bird.

If they didn't recognize the children's handwriting and tone, they would really think that this is some kind of pyramid scheme.

What kind of school is this? ——This night, this has become a common question for the families of these more than forty students.

These questions will surely be answered in the future. But at this time, their greatest significance is——

[Kunlun University popularity +2]

[Kunlun University popularity +1]

[Kunlun University popularity +4]

【…】

Wei Ze was very pleasantly surprised by the fact that his popularity, which had not moved for a long time, finally climbed a few more steps.

A letter should not carry many secrets of the school. This has such an effect. When these students really complete their studies and leave the campus...

He was sitting in the office, looking at the panel and thinking about it, but there was a knock on the door, and a student rushed in with an anxious face.

"Teacher Wei, someone is fighting behind!"