Seeing Feng Ziyu's rampant appearance, Qingyun was envious and angry, but when the conversation changed, she still solemnly asked:
"Young genius, even though a monk in the Concentration Realm has just glimpsed the spiritual consciousness and cannot fight with it for too long, even if it only lasts for a quarter and a half, it is enough to kill a low-level monk dozens of times."
Hearing this, the young master nodded very seriously, which also changed Feng Ziyu's sense of him a lot.
"Of course, under normal circumstances, Yuan Hua Realm monks will not be so arrogant as to provoke Condensation Realm monks, but if you really encounter one, use all means to hold on until the opponent is mentally exhausted, and you may have a chance of survival."
"Thank you, Mr. Yu."
Qingyun sincerely clasped his fists.
"You're welcome, starting from the monks in the Concentration Realm, spiritual transformation is no longer a simple dead thing. After injecting the power of divine consciousness, it will transform into a spiritual living thing. Although there is a time limit, you can imagine using the spirit The difference between force control and divine consciousness control."
"Well, it seems that we really have to consider saving our lives first."
"If you have this idea, your chances of escaping will be much greater. It seems that there is only a layer of Yuan Shen's afterbirth between the Yuan Hua Realm and the Condensation Realm, but in fact it is like the abyss to the galaxy. It cannot be easily estimated."
Feng Ziyu warned earnestly.
"Okay! Since we will live next door from now on, the students should ask Master Yu for advice!"
"Hahaha, easy to say ~ easy to say ~"
"Hmph, look at your virtue, let's see if I don't let the poems fool you into using your Cloud-Piercing Palm."
The young man cursed fiercely.
After breakfast, the two of them hurried to the school building. When they entered the classroom, Mr. Fei was already sitting on the podium, as if waiting for Feng Ziyu to arrive.
"Ziyu, why are you late today?"
Fei Lao still looked half-dead with his eyes slightly closed, and asked without raising his head.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fei. I was too exhausted from discussing alchemy with Qingyun last night, so I'm late today. It's the student's fault."
Facing Mr. Fei, Feng Ziyu's attitude was extremely humble.
"oh?"
Mr. Fei said "oh" meaningfully but without comment, then said calmly, "Take a seat," and then opened the textbook.
"Three days of introduction to alchemy. Although the theoretical knowledge is not much, the historical development is also indispensable. I hope you will enjoy the lecture."
"Follow Mr. Fei's teachings!"
Everyone agreed in unison.
The poor young master was still pulled by Feng Ziyu to sit in the front row. Mr. Fei would not say much about this, but Qingyun could clearly feel that the familiar eyes in the back row were obviously more interesting than yesterday. For the surging hostility.
From the unfamiliarity on the first day to the familiarity on the second day, Qingyun has gradually adapted to this kind of learning life, and the history of alchemy told by Mr. Fei from the classics is indeed very attractive.
Especially when it comes to the various versions and improvements of some low-level elixir recipes, he speaks clearly and logically.
Just as Long Fu's poem said, if you only need to change a certain spiritual material or even the dosage, it is very likely that a completely different elixir will be refined.
However, unlike yesterday, Mr. Fei's lecture today did not last too long. It only passed noon. After making another pot of spiritual tea, he first looked at the red sun outside the window and then said:
"Well, it seems that everyone has a good grasp of basic knowledge. It just so happens that a talented young alchemist has also come to Xingzhi Palace. I will be lazy, old man, and let him teach the following lessons."
After saying that, Fei Lao, who had only attended one and a half classes, packed up his teapot and textbooks in a leisurely manner.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old man stood up slowly, walked slowly off the platform, and then sat down again leaning against Qingyun, as if he was a student.
And a moment later, a man with a handsome face, a burly figure, and an eagle-nosed man who exuded an explosive and domineering aura walked in with great strides.
Some students with keen eyesight have already recognized the other person, and even if they don't recognize the person's appearance, his purple pill robe embroidered with a vase still shows his respected identity at all times.
"I've met Teacher Shutong!"
Regardless of whether they knew him or not, everyone stood up and saluted.
In addition to Fei Lao, who had a smile on his face, there was also Feng Ziyu, whose face was covered by a jade plaque, and his cheeks looked like they had been burned with a soldering iron.
"Holy shit, why is it him?"
Qingyun was closest to her and naturally heard the girl's scolding, while Fei Lao seemed to have turned a deaf ear, but his cloudy eyes seemed to have already understood everything.
"Sit down, Qingyun, you should sit down!"
"No one else is sitting down, so why should I sit down? I'm not you, Mr. Yu!"
Feng Ziyu kept using his spiritual consciousness to send messages, which made his head hurt, and he couldn't help but whisper back.
Shutong had a tall figure, standing almost as tall as Fei Lao. After striding onto the podium, he did not rush to speak, so the students could not sit down.
Poor Feng Ziyu didn't dare to look at Shutong at all, so he could only try his best to maximize the jade light screen and cover his face with it, stomping his feet helplessly, looking ridiculous.
"Made, you know how to be ashamed!"
Qingyun complained silently.
What's interesting is that Shutong's face, as fair as a woman's, turned crimson when she saw Feng Ziyu in the first row. Then her eyes began to wander, and the podium creaked with her hands in embarrassment. ring.
The young master was afraid that the elder brother would crush the podium without saying anything.
"Ahem, fellow students, this and this...good morning."
"Hello, Teacher Shutong."
Everyone saluted in unison.
"It seems everyone knows me, so I won't introduce myself."
After saying this, Shutong glanced into the distance. Then he seemed to have calmed down and began to speak eloquently.
"Haha... sit down... everyone, sit down..."
After sitting down in an orderly manner, Shutong followed Fei Lao's example, knocked on the table with an ancient book, and said with a smile:
"As the alchemist of the two palaces, I have the responsibility to teach the younger generations. I happened to meet Mr. Fei here yesterday. At his invitation, I will take over the recent courses and take over from him. Do you have any objections?"
"No!"
"Hahaha, I think back on when I was a student like you. After a few decades, I have become a qualified alchemist and even taught students. What an interesting fate!"
Shutong's hearty laughter echoed in the spacious classroom, which immediately relaxed the nervous hearts of the more than a hundred students, but left them disappointed.
Although whispering is not allowed in Mr. Fei's class, he will order students to discuss with each other after raising questions, including a lot of time for questioning and thinking.
Moreover, the old man may look a bit stern, but the actual classroom atmosphere is not solemn, but this tall Shutong is completely the opposite.
This person looks cheerful and casual, but in class he is strict and rigid.
Not to mention whispering to each other, unless he asks a question himself, the student cannot make any other movements. He must wait for him to finish speaking a certain paragraph before he can raise his hand to report.
"The techniques of alchemy are important, but identifying the pharmacology and remembering the properties of the medicine is even more indispensable. So today we will start with the family and genera of the compendium and roughly sort out the various spiritual materials required for alchemy."
I don’t know if it was because it was his first time teaching, but he probably made a whole book of lesson plans in his jade tablet. The huge light curtain was unfolded, and the wall behind it was not even big enough to project the teaching.
The students all sat upright, not daring to blink. Except for Mr. Fei, who smiled from time to time and straightened his long eyebrows, only Feng Ziyu kept her head lowered from beginning to end, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"The young alchemist is different. The course may seem rigid, but Shutong's thoughts are wild and unconstrained. There is a clear difference between him and Mr. Fei."
Qingyun wrote quickly from time to time, quickly recording Shutong's narration, and was filled with admiration in his heart.
Of course, he also knew that this was because most of what Fei Lao talked about was history and development, and there were very few specific alchemy and pharmaceutical preparations, and even those that were mentioned were just passed by.
The young master guessed that he probably thought that the new students would not be of much use after listening, and the old students would not need to listen anymore. In fact, including Shutong's lecture today, it was not even an introduction. At most, it could only be regarded as a knock on the door.
"I wonder if you have noticed that people generally don't have much appetite when they see blue food. Does anyone know why this is?"
At noon, as today's class was coming to an end, Shutong asked a very interesting question.
"you say."
He pointed at a freshman from Zixia Cave in the back row.
"Because there are no blue foods in our major staple foods."
"Well, that's not entirely true. What's your name?"
"Back to teacher, student Qian Zhong"
"sit down."
Looking at the high-level alchemist who looked sunny and cheerful but was extremely serious when he started class, the freshman from Zixia Cave named Qian Zhong regretted raising his hand to answer.
"Who else knows?"
Shutong's voice was louder than Fei Lao's, and I don't know if it was due to the aura of the Concentration Realm. After scanning around, no one dared to raise their hands to answer.
Immediately afterwards, he returned his gaze to the platform that he had never paid attention to. An inexplicable blush flashed across his face. Shutong coughed twice and said in an extremely gentle tone:
"Ziyu, tell me."
This call made almost everyone feel as if their bodies were crawling with ants, giving rise to countless goosebumps. The word "Ziyu" was so numb to the extreme.
"Ah I?"
Hearing this, Feng Ziyu did not stand up, but suddenly raised his head and said incredulously.
Since Mr. Fei was beside her, the young man who was closest to her only dared to glance at him with his eyes. Then Qingyun discovered that at this time, Young Master Yu had already turned into a peach blossom, his cheeks were blushing, as if he had taken some kind of medicine.
"Well, tell me."
Shutong stared at Feng Ziyu with burning eyes, but Qingyun could see that his big hands began to rub the podium again, thinking that the podium would definitely collapse tomorrow.
"This...this, this, this..."
The teacher was standing and the students were sitting. She was probably the only girl in Zhijing Cave who dared to do this.
After stammering for a long time, Feng Ziyu's face became more and more red, and Shu Tong's face also turned red.
