The kid who rushed over was Zhao Lian.
His face was red and his ears were red, and his voice was passionate: "Teachers and classmates, everyone relies on their luck to pick spiritual herbs in the fog. Why can someone take shortcuts and take advantage?"
"This is cheating! It's not fair!"
His preaching was like a pebble dropped into a pond, causing ripples in an instant.
The crowd became noisy and whispered among themselves.
"Who is this person distributing spiritual herbs?"
"You don't even know that person? Yesterday, he passed the seventh level and beat a mid-stage monster wolf to death!"
"Wow! It turns out it's him, awesome! Why does he have so many spiritual herbs?"
"How did I know? I wanted to know him, so I went up to him to borrow spiritual herbs! It's a pity that I only have seven plants!"
"..."
The more Zhao Lian listened, the less he heard it. These schoolchildren did not seem to be filled with indignation as imagined, but mostly expressed emotions such as curiosity, wonder, and envy.
How is this going?
Looking at Yang Zhen again, she didn't defend herself, she just looked at him coldly, with a mocking look on her lips.
On the other hand, Zhao Yue'er, whose face was a little red from holding back, stared at him angrily.
If Yang Zhen hadn't stopped her, she would have stood up and taught Zhao Lian a lesson.
…
There was a slight cough from the high platform.
This voice seemed to ring in the ears of every schoolchild, so everyone stopped talking.
Deputy Hall Master Qin glanced majestically at the audience and spoke in a calm tone:
"What's that schoolboy's name?"
Zhao Lian looked around blankly, and then realized that he was asked to reply.
He swallowed and said uneasily: "Zhao, Zhao Lian."
"Okay, Zhao Lian, let me ask you," Deputy Hall Master Qin put his hands behind his back: "Among the rules I announced this morning, is there a ban on exchanging or giving away spiritual herbs?"
"This..." Zhao Lian was stunned: "No, I don't remember."
"I don't remember, hehe," the deputy hall leader sneered, "Then I'll tell you now, no!"
"But, this is unfair." Zhao Lian blushed and argued forcefully: "We agreed that everyone will depend on their luck..."
"Yes, it depends on luck. Then let me ask you, what is luck?"
Zhao Lian was speechless and could not answer.
In the world of immortality, luck has always been a very mysterious thing, difficult to grasp, but it always exists and is closely related. How could he, a child, explain it clearly?
Deputy Hall Master Qin did not expect him to answer. He looked at all the students and said loudly:
"Every year, people will question Chuan Gong Yuan and our teaching hall, why do we need to assess luck? They think that luck is too random, and it is child's play and unfair to use it to get results."
"Let me ask, do you think so too?"
The crowd was silent at first, but suddenly two or three children jumped out and answered: "Yes!"
"Well, that's not fair." There was also a raging voice, it was that Dou Manxiong.
"Haha!" Qin Chihuo laughed loudly: "You're right, it's just unfair!"
"Luck is never fair!"
"If there was no luck, could you be standing here now? Why do you have spiritual roots? There is a one-in-a-thousand chance that you are one of them! Isn't this luck and fair to those mortals who have lived their whole lives?"
"There are still people who have single or double spiritual roots, while some have four or five spiritual roots. Their future paths are very different. Is this fair?"
…
"The world of cultivating immortals has never been a place that pursues fairness. Among those ancestors who have achieved the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul, which one has not experienced disasters and achieved great fortune? Otherwise, they would have turned into mud long ago!"
The square was quiet, with only Deputy Hall Master Qin's voice echoing.
The disciples in white also temporarily stopped recording and stood solemnly, silently.
Qin Chihuo slowed down and continued:
"Luck is originally a great way that is difficult to understand and comprehend. It involves cause and effect and is everywhere. Even Jindan Zhenren, who specializes in this way, can only vaguely touch it."
"Take today's matter as an example, why don't I ban you from giving gifts to each other? The same reason is the same. At this moment, the classmate you Zhao Lian stopped, he was able to get spiritual grass from his friends. This is a kind of luck. !”
"He needs to know a friend like this, and he also needs this friend to have extra spiritual herbs. Finally, this friend is willing to share his luck with him. These three are indispensable! This is not luck, then What is it?"
"Boom!" As soon as these words came out, the square was like boiling water, and countless school children screamed.
"Zhang Da, do you have any extra spiritual grass? Give me some!"
"Wang Er, you just admitted that you have more than a hundred plants, half of which are divided between brothers!"
"Li Si, give me twenty plants, and the grudge between us will be wiped out!"
"Li Wu, ten plants, no, eight plants! I'll give it to you, little junior sister!"
"Yang Zhen, help me, Lu Li and I both need spiritual grass!" This was Huang Bo.
"Teacher! I want to register again. I borrowed the spiritual grass!"
The last voice was exactly what Dou Manxiong shouted.
Deputy Hall Master Qin looked on with cold eyes and suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Everyone's movements suddenly stopped.
"From this moment on, no exchange or gifting is allowed!" he said one word at a time.
"Why!" Someone expressed dissatisfaction: "I haven't changed it yet!"
"For no reason," the deputy hall leader said solemnly, "If you have a quick hand, you will have a slow hand. This is also luck."
"If you move slowly, you deserve to be unlucky!"
…
The storm passed and counting resumed on the field.
Qin Chihuo secretly wiped his sweat. In just a short period of time, those special students with dual spiritual roots were all arriving at the spiritual grass.
Especially that Dou Manxiong, with the help of his family brothers, he actually got fifty plants.
There should be no chance of losing the selection for Dual Spiritual Roots. He finally let out a sigh of relief.
Some people are happy, while others are sad or even angry.
Huang Bo and Lu Li were very angry.
Just when Huang Bo opened his mouth and Yang Zhen had no time to respond, Deputy Hall Master Qin's order to stop had been issued.
They found nothing.
They were very angry, but not at Yang Zhen, let alone Deputy Hall Master Qin.
But Zhao Lian.
Not long after Zhao Ying got the spiritual grass, they had agreed to ask Yang Zhen for help.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian jumped out and made accusations, causing trouble, but in the end he failed.
The two of them have always had a close relationship because they share the same illness.
After this incident, a gap has arisen.
…
Yang Zhen finally handed over 330 spiritual grasses.
He once considered whether he should keep a low profile and be a happy and honest person.
It's a pity that the previous three competitions have already made him famous.
It's impossible to keep a low profile.
What's more important is that grandma's words last night hinted that luck must be scored as high as possible.
The more you appear to be blessed with good fortune and great blessings, the more no one will dare to underestimate you, plot against you, or take advantage of you.
Otherwise, you will suffer backlash and be plagued by bad luck!
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