Start From Cultivation University

A course with a high failure rate may be a student problem. But if all the staff fail the course, it must be the teacher's problem.

"How could this be, how could this be?!" Yan Ruyu obviously understood this too, "The old man did it himself, but the students didn't understand at all? Could it be that the current Kunlun students are all a bunch of idiots?"

With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth in the bookstore, squinting at Wei Ze who was concentrating on grading papers. After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't lower his face, but with a shake of his hand, a little word "目" flew out from his cuff, instead of his eyes floating above Wei Ze, looking at the review situation here.

Seeing this, his face became even darker.

Although he is not very used to the modern examination method of choosing to fill in the blanks, he can still understand the drawing methods and formula spells of those talismans.

Compared with the ignorant fools he had seen in the past, these students who had received nine years of compulsory education were obviously more skilled than others. Just looking at the papers in Wei Ze's hand, not only are these kids not dull, but even the comprehension ability of most level people is comparable to the top students in the past.

However, it was such a group of seedlings, but he didn't teach any of them.

Is what the old man said so bad?

Is there really something wrong with my teacher, or is this friend Wei Ze really the patriarch of educating people once in a thousand years?

Is it possible that I really want to ask this fellow Daoist Wei Ze for advice and learn such things as "power drive method", "Ebbinghaus forgetting curve" and so on?

At this time, Wei Ze didn't notice his skeptical expression, and was still focused on marking the papers.

Under the category of spells, only spells and introduction to drawing arrays are closed-book exams. According to the results of the questionnaires, the level of learning of this group of students is very good.

It's only been half a semester, and most of them have been able to recognize the basic symbols and cooperate with spells. Even on the drawing questions that he intentionally made difficult and widened the gap, a few outstanding people drew the correct spells by hand.

Among them, the one that surprised him the most was Xiao Youyu's.

On that big question, this kid actually didn't use the template he gave in class, but forcibly used the combination of basic runes to spell out a complete talisman symbol by himself.

What kind of concept is this? If the spells drawn by other people are just samples on the counter, whether they can be seen or not used, then Xiao Youyu's is a real thing assembled by hand, the kind that can be stimulated on the spot if spiritual power is injected into the paper.

He affirmed it in his heart, and gave it a full score with his backhand.

The overall situation of the answers in the pill class was worse than that of the magic class, but they were basically within the normal range. What attracted the most attention was Yuan Qingqing's one. The foundation of medicinal alchemy is quite solid. If there is a pill furnace in the school, she should be able to directly refine the basic alchemy by now.

It's no wonder that the student's recent spiritual power has been spent on alchemy...

Wei Ze looked at the panel, and it turned out that learning alchemy took a lot of energy from her. The speed of her recent practice is not as fast as before, and she has a tendency to be overtaken by her roommate Jiang Ling.

The children worked very hard, and I am very pleased to be a teacher.

Wei Ze finished approving the last one, put down his pen and stretched, and was about to open the panel to sort out his gains during this period, when Yan Ruyu, who had been standing by the side all along, came over.

"Fellow Daoist, what did you say earlier... Teacher qualification training, what is the specific method? How can it make this student mesmerized?"

"Huh?" Wei Ze raised his head, "Are you going to learn?"

"This..." Yan Ruyu was suddenly embarrassed, "The principles of literature and morality remain unchanged until death. However, all things have their strengths and weaknesses, and so do people. Therefore, good scholars make up for their weaknesses by imitating their strengths..."

"Okay, okay, I know it's the idea of ​​learning from each other's strengths." Wei Ze hurriedly stopped, "Okay, I will teach you in the future, and I dare not say that this method is without flaws. After all, even in this era, learning is not easy. There are also a lot of enlightened students.

There is still a long way to go to inherit the literary way. "

"Hey..." Yan Ruyu looked at the blank papers, and couldn't help but sighed, "I think in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the way of writing was the way of great success in the world, whoever saw this old man didn't call him a saint, why now... no one listens gone?"

"I think the reason for this is that they can't understand the utility of literature from what you say." Wei Ze thought for a while, "Since you are a sage of literature, you should be able to turn literature into power, can you? Demonstrate this ability in the classroom?"

"Now that the old man's spiritual power has been exhausted, he can still use the power of the mountains, rivers, and land in the book pavilion to perform spells. But if he leaves the book pavilion, he will only have his own remnants of cultivation, and most of the literary arts and spells will not be able to be used." Yan Ruyu said this , suddenly his eyes changed, "But if you say it like this...then the way of 'divination' may still be tried."

"Divination? Is it just divination by reading divination?" Wei Ze was also aroused by curiosity when he heard it, "Is this also within the scope of literature?"

"Wen is the thing that conveys the way, and the hexagram image is also the source of the way. The two have the same origin and can be broken naturally. There is a saying in the scriptures that 'the one who talks about the image is also the one who talks about the image'. This is the reason."

As Yan Ruyu said, she picked up a pen and drew a picture of Yin Yang and Eight Diagrams on the paper. Then with a second move, several I Ching on the bookshelf came out.

The originally quiet literary energy was stirred up, Yan Ruyu stretched out his hand to make a formula, and muttered something, the gossip diagram in front of him swam as if alive, and the invisible fluctuations of spiritual power pushed the surrounding scriptures and books over, as if in a wave.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have money to take with you?" Yan Ruyu stretched out her hand and asked him, "The face value is not limited, Tong Yuan, silver taels...or paper money of this era is fine."

"Uh..." Wei Ze scratched his head, "Is Alipay okay?"

"..." Yan Ruyu didn't understand, but she still turned her wrist, found three copper plates the size of buttons from nowhere, and threw them upwards. The copper plate spun rapidly in the golden ocean of literary energy, and as Yan Ruyu suddenly opened her eyes, the fluctuation of spiritual power stopped abruptly, and the copper plate suspended in the air immediately fell down and landed in front of her with a jingle.

"Is this considered complete?" Wei Ze saw Yan Ruyu put away her posture, pinched her chin and looked at the copper plate on the ground in thought, and couldn't help but stepped forward to watch it curiously.

But then, he noticed that Yan Ruyu's expression became particularly serious, and she didn't even say a word - this was really abnormal for him.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ze sensed something was wrong, "What is this you are divining?"

"The old man asked about the hexagram, which is the 'future'." Yan Ruyu pointed to the hexagram image in the middle, "And this hexagram represents 'Kunlun University', and together, it is the way of the future of 'Kunlun University'. "

"The future of Kunlun University?" When Wei Ze heard this, combined with Yan Ruyu's expression, he suddenly had a vague guess in his heart, "Then the final result of the hexagram is..."

Yan Ruyu frowned, and was silent for a while, just staring at the hexagram. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said two words in a deep voice.

"Big fierce."