"Nine hundred and ninety-nine spider's weakness?"
"The seventieth node, the seventh compound eye, the seventh node of the abdomen."
Wei Zeshu leaned on the express truck that came to carry back the notes, and answered the questions raised by Mo Daosang without interruption.
"principle?"
"Nine is the extreme number, and seven is the posterior equinox. It is the sacred number of winter, and the two are incompatible with each other."
"Noctua's weakness?"
"Light, and moonlight, it is afraid of all the sun, including the reflected virtual image."
Wei Zeshu confidently took off the special glasses on his face and answered the last question with great confidence.
Four hours of questioning, 413 notebooks, thousands of anomalies and weaknesses recorded on them, all of it.
The dignified words were remembered by Wei Curcuma in his mind, and he could recite them backwards and forwards!
Mo Daosang closed his last notebook, threw it on top of the mountain of books waiting to be packed in the truck, and rubbed Wei Curcuma's head.
"You kid... 100%."
Mo Daosang's original estimate was that even if Wei Curshu worked harder and harder, he would be able to overcome the mental shock in the notes and pass the test by memorizing only half of the notes.
But I didn't expect that this brat, who seemed to be rational but more insane at heart, actually memorized all 431 notes.
Today's Wei Curcuma can be said to be a mobile "abnormal encyclopedia" and "abnormal database".
With this skill alone, he can be qualified as a lecturer or associate professor in the North!
As for permanent...you can tell whether this thing is successful or not just by looking at it.
The unconcealable magnanimity in Wei Curcuma's body is the best evidence of permanent meditation.
"How about it, Gu Wen, this is the student I told you about."
"Well...we meet again, Junior Wei Curcuma."
After reporting the Maharaja incident with Mo Daosang, he also followed.
Mo Daosang, perhaps not many students know him, because he is too powerful and too senior. Most students have never heard of the "Windless Era", let alone know him as a legendary legend. character.
But Gu Wen, as the most famous senior in the Northern Territory in the past ten years, naturally attracts a flood of attention wherever he goes.
Ranked first-class, a person with great supernatural powers, a red-haired hero, the key is his senior.
Taken alone, each of these is enough to make an ordinary student's heart agitate for a long time, let alone if they are concentrated on one person.
Gu Wen's height, the scars on his arms, and his dark red hair were all very eye-catching. There were more people surrounding him for autographs than there were in the cafeteria at noon on Wednesday.
"Senior, why are you here too?"
Wei Curcuma naturally knew him, and had met him several times before. According to Xuan Qing, it was he who argued with the true king and the iron law to save Wei Curcuma.
In terms of both strength and character, Wei Curcuma has special respect for him, not to mention that he is his senior and savior.
"You two know each other?"
"I was present at the incident on that rainy night before."
Mo Daosang nodded clearly.
"Junior, have you mastered the habit of meditation?"
Wei Curcuma nodded, a little curious, is this easy to see?
"Although I don't have a complete grasp, I still have it..."
Gu Wen felt a little emotional and told him the truth.
"Persistence in meditation is also called the first step of Class A. Perhaps you should be congratulated."
Gu Wen was a little speechless because he had never heard of such an outrageous situation. A freshman who had not yet entered the mainstream completed his permanent residency.
Genius...?
Only at this moment did Wei Curcuma know how cruelly he had been cheated by Mo Daosang.
Let students who have not yet become a delinquent take the first step to challenge the first-class level, and even threaten to be expelled from school if they fail to pass...
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath to calm down his mood. Anyway, from the conclusion, he benefited greatly.
"According to your current condition, it won't be a big problem to live for seven or eight years."
Mo Daosang nodded with satisfaction. Even he did not expect that Wei Curcuma could master such a terrifying achievement in one and a half months.
"Has the admission ticket been redeemed?"
"Exchanged!"
Wei Curcuma quickly took out the admission ticket worth fifty points from his precious pocket.
"Then go and win the title of the Strongest Level 1."
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Gu Wen said goodbye first because he had to go to dinner with Yu Zhiyu.
He was very kind to the girl he saved back then, and he was like her cousin who watched her grow up.
But because of this, Tangtang A, a great supernatural power user who has a good temperament and is not very talkative, is bossed around by Miss Yu Zhiyu.
The worst thing is the taste problem. Gu Wen likes to eat bitter things, such as chocolate or coffee. He can't eat spicy food and can't stand sweet things.
However, Zhiyu's two favorite things were spicy food and sweets, which made Gu Wen miserable.
In a dessert shop outside the school with exquisite decoration style, most of the customers are little girls. Gu Wen, who is more than two meters tall and has dark red hair, carefully pinches the fork that is too small for his size with his thumb and index finger. And a cream mousse cake with big eyes and small eyes.
Opposite him, Miss Yu Zhiyu was obviously in a good mood. She ordered him a portion of her favorite desserts, like a child showing off to her family.
Gu Wen held the fork and faced the sweet mousse cake as seriously as he faced an abnormal monarch.
Meanwhile, the master-disciple pair, Mo Daosang and Wei Eshu, were chatting in front of the Lingshu in the back mountain at their usual place.
Mo Daosang still silently placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the pure white tombstone and remained silent for a few seconds as a memorial before speaking.
"Do you know how many people are suppressing deviants around the world right now?"
"not sure."
Wei Zeshu told the truth that matters related to suppressing anomalies were kept strictly confidential and he would not disclose specific figures to freshmen like him.
"The number of registered anomalies in the upper fifth-level towns remains around 10,000 all year round."
"You may have no idea about this number..."
Mo Daosang lowered his head to pick up a piece of grass and threw it on the lawn.
"How many people are alive in the world right now?"
"Ten billion, no, after last year's statistics were updated, it was 12 billion."
As soon as the wind blows, the grass cannot be found. It is buried by a number far larger than itself.
"Among the 1.2 billion people, there are only more than 10,000 people standing on the front line against anomalies, who can be called "in-flow"."
"Then, among these ten thousand people, what proportion is strong?"
Mo Daosang glanced downwards, and his white night eyes accurately found the swaying grass in the grass.
Just being looked at will lead to being dominated. This piece of grass that disappeared into the lawn was dominated by Mo Daosang's soul pressure at some point and appeared at his fingertips.
"Eighty percent of those who suppress anomalies will remain in the fifth-level position their entire lives."
He pinched off a small portion of the top of the tender grass and let most of the remaining stems slip from his hands.
Mo Daosang stretched out his hand to Wei Curcuma, and in his hand lay quietly the very small and insignificant tip of the grass.
"Currently, there are twenty-one active Level A people in the world. Counting those half-retired old monsters, there are not more than sixty great supernatural powers among the 1.2 billion human population. .”
"There are too few people who suppress abnormality, and there are even fewer strong ones among them..."
"But you are different. You have already taken the first step."
Mo Daosang handed the tip of the grass to Wei Curcuma.
"I don't have many students, and most of them will sleep here forever, but they are all students I am proud of, and they are the best guys."
"I'm actually starting to get old. To be honest, I set such a harsh threshold for you just to make myself give up."
He took out a bottle of strong liquor and drank it.
"If you don't finish it - it's a matter of course that you don't finish it. I will help you find a way to survive, and then just live like this. You will still be my student."
"But you finished it! You actually finished it! You kept all of my one hundred years, four hundred and thirteen notebooks, and three thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine anomalies in your mind."
"You completed your meditation practice before entering the stream."
"Then I won't let you go your own way, but will make you one of the strongest ones to suppress anomalies!"
Mo Daosang pointed at Wei Curcuma with the hand holding the wine bottle.
Wei Curcuma was speechless. He held the tiny tip of the grass and looked down at the lawn at his feet. Endless grass was spreading on it.
The wind blew, and the tiny tips of grass on his fingertips flew into the sky in the blink of an eye, dancing under the clear blue sky.
