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Wei Ze woke up from his contemplation, followed the direction of his gaze, and sure enough, he saw two figures walking towards the bookstore, they were Yuan Qingqing and his roommate Jiang Ling.

"Hello, Teacher Wei! I'll accompany Qingqing to borrow two herbal medicine books!"

Seeing him, Jiang Ling came up to say hello directly, and then noticed the old man standing beside her, with a bit of surprise in her eyes: "Eh? This is..."

"This is your new teacher, who has just finished retreat, and will teach you the way of literature in the future." Wei Ze introduced.

"Wow! Retreat?! No wonder I haven't seen this teacher before!"

Jiang Ling's eyes widened at once, and Yuan Qingqing also showed surprise.

Although Wei Ze told them before that the experts in Kunlun University often travel in seclusion and do not appear in front of the world, but they did not expect to see an example now.

Before Wei Ze could continue, Yan Ruyu spoke first: "My name is Yan Ruyu, I came from the prosperous age of Kaiyuan, and I am a man of literature and Taoism."

Brother Wensheng... Oh no, Mr. Wensheng, can you please respect yourself...Even ordinary people know the truth of pretending to be a master without talking. You have never stopped talking since you lifted the seal. don't give a chance...

Wei Ze complained in his heart, but the two girls in front of him seemed to be frightened after hearing this.

"Kai, Kaiyuan?!" They all obviously studied history, and looked at Wei Ze, "Mr. Wei, is this Kaiyuan..."

"Well, it's exactly what you think." Wei Ze smiled like a stick, "It's been more than a thousand years since this teacher retreated."

As soon as these words came out, the shock of the two girls was confirmed. Yuan Qingqing was speechless with her mouth open, while Jiang Ling screamed strangely.

"So that means that Teacher Yan Ruyu came from the Tang Dynasty?! There are immortal cultivators from more than a thousand years ago in Kunlun University?! This..."

She exclaimed for a few words before realizing that this seemed to be disrespectful to the ancients, so she quickly stood at attention: "Yes, I'm sorry teacher, I'm so excited, I really didn't expect..."

"You guys just said you wanted to borrow books from Book Pavilion." Yan Ruyu interjected at this moment, "What books are you borrowing?"

"...Eh?" Jiang Ling was probably stunned by his sharp turn, and it took him a while to remember the purpose of this, and tugged at Yuan Qingqing beside her: "Qingqing, what do you want to borrow?"

Yuan Qingqing glanced at Yan Ruyu who suddenly appeared, and also showed some hesitation: "That... "Compendium of Materia Medica", and "Huangdi Neijing"..."

Before the words finished, Yan Ruyu waved her fingers together, and saw two books flying out of the bookstore automatically, and landed in Yuan Qingqing's hands under the surprised gaze of the two girls.

"Go. Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late." Yan Ruyu withdrew her hand, "Since you have entered Kunlun University, don't waste your time."

"Good, good teacher!"

The two girls looked at each other, bowed hastily, and turned to leave.

Wei Ze watched the two walk back to the dormitory where the students gathered, and immediately began to convey the news, especially Jiang Ling, who talked about dancing and dancing, and quickly attracted a group of people.

"Let me tell you, we have a new teacher! It's an ancient man who has been in seclusion for more than a thousand years!"

"It's absolutely true, we just met in Shuge, if you don't believe me, please ask!"

"..."

Soon the news spread among the students. , Many people came to the vicinity of the bookstore, but no one was found—Yan Ruyu's body seemed to have reached its limit after wandering around for a long time, so Wei Ze accompanied him back to the bookstore.

The bookstore that has reached the second stage looks the same as before, but if two girls just entered here to study, they will find that their reading, comprehension and digestion speed is significantly faster than usual. %] brought about by the bonus effect.

From Wei Ze's point of view, apart from this bonus and the appearance of the "Book Pavilion Manager" Yan Ruyu,

There is another change in Shuge.

【Houde Book Pavilion】

[Current manager: Yan Ruyu (bound)]

【Current Book Collection: 610】

[The second stage: Yan Ruyu is in the book]

[Spiritual power remaining: 9999/? ? ? 】

[The third stage of "half study, half study" unlocking condition: more than 30 students have reached the foundation building stage]

【Current progress: 0/30】

On Yan Ruyu's panel just now, there was also such a surplus of spiritual power. It seems that the manager of the bookstore and the situation of the bookstore are indeed closely related...

Wei Ze suddenly had an idea: Judging from the performance just now, Yan Ruyu seems to be relying on Shuge now. So... With the increase in spiritual power, can this old man of Wensheng recover his true strength?

He raised his head and looked at Yan Ruyu who was sitting on the other side.

At this time, the two were sitting in the inner room of the book pavilion, sitting across the table. In the book pavilion, Yan Ruyu's haggard face turned red again, and her old body gradually recovered, showing the appearance of a stern man again.

——If one ignores the nature of his chatterbox.

"Just now that woman called fellow daoist a teacher, which means she is now a teacher? So, the two women are students of today's university? In this day and age, women can also ask about studying... very good, very good."

Yan Ruyu's lips seemed to have never been idle, and as soon as she sat down, she began to nod and sigh with emotion: "Although those two students are mortals, their aptitudes are indeed outstanding, especially the one who came to borrow medical books. It will become a great tool. With such a descendant in Kunlun, it is no wonder that he can survive in this exhaustion of spiritual energy."

Wei Ze raised his eyebrows: "These students have something to do with Kunlun's survival?"

"Among the spiritual veins that are now exhausted, Kunlun University should have declined due to the cut off of spiritual energy supply like other immortal schools. But now, this blessed land is still full of vitality... If the old man is right, it should be the result of these students' cultivation of immortality The spiritual power of the gods facilitates the circulation of spiritual energy and feeds back to the blessed land."

As soon as these words came out, even Wei Ze was slightly startled. No one knew about the picture of the Immortal Mansion in his mind, but this Yan Ruyu actually saw the essence of Kunlun University, and he really deserved to be a literary saint.

"It's just that today's students can only practice in Kunlun University, and there are still many restrictions. If it can be the same as before..." Yan Ruyu sighed, "That's all. At any time, the way that a cultivator seeks is not enough. Change. Since the old man has vowed to help Kunlun continue, he will exhaust all his life's knowledge and lead this Kunlun student to practice the Way of Writing to stabilize his mind."

"That's good." Anyway, Wei Ze is pleased to have one more new teacher, "Then before that, let's do a simple induction training..."

"Training?" Yan Ruyu's expression changed upon hearing this, "Fellow Daoist, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Uh..." Wei Ze looked at the expression on the old man's face, and thought that this literary sage really had a bit of a temper. After deliberating for a while, he said, "In modern schools, regardless of their level, new teachers should have induction training... At least, they must prepare lessons and make some necessary preparations before classes start."

"A man of literature and Taoism, the classics he has learned should be in his chest. What preparation do we need?" Yan Ruyu waved his hand, "Don't talk too much, fellow Taoist. I will start the class tomorrow, and the students will be there then."

That's right, at any rate, the other party is also a literary sage, and he can be regarded as the patriarch of his Chinese teacher, so it's really not his turn to give pointers in terms of seniority.

Wei Ze didn't give any more advice, just stood up: "Okay, then thank you fellow Taoist for your advice. From tomorrow onwards, I will be thanking you for the Wen Dao class."

...

A month later, a group of students gathered in front of him with mournful faces, their faces filled with life rather than death.

"Mr. Wei, please, we really can't take a minute in this literary class—"