Jiu Yuanzi opened the training class just so that Xiao Wanfa could go to the dojo with him openly. He didn't really want to be a teacher.
What can she teach? Can she teach children how to respect her as a teacher?
"Miss Jiu, please come over here." Mr. Ning said standing at the door. He had something to explain before leaving.
Jiu Yuanzi followed him to the door and closed it. Even Xiao Wanfa could no longer hear the sounds outside the glass door, and the outside could not hear what was being said inside either.
To prevent anyone from interrupting the class, Mr. Ning specially hired someone to draw a sound-absorbing array.
He led Jiu Yuanzi to the corner, avoided the eyes of others and said, "Miss Jiu, the Foreign Affairs Bureau attaches great importance to the effectiveness of this study class. Please take the get out of class seriously."
Jiu Yuanzi folded his arms and said, "How do you teach it? Not everyone is like you. They are talented and smart and can learn skills by overturning paper cups a few times."
"..." Mr. Ning didn't think she was praising him at all, "You don't need to teach something too practical, just teach something that looks explosive and cool."
He reminded: "This should be no problem for you at all."
This class is for further study, and it does not teach people who know nothing. It mainly wants to make people from aristocratic families feel particularly handsome.
"Well, I originally planned to find a balloon and let them use their spiritual power to attack the A4 paper attached to the balloon. They will practice until they can cut the paper into a hundred pieces without bursting the balloon. That will be considered graduation." Jiu Motoko said.
When Mr. Ning heard this, he felt something was wrong, "You expanded from cutting tofu shreds on balloons and practicing cooking, right?"
Jiu Motoko said unconvinced: "If I can't do anything, I can do it."
"That's okay, but first of all, just get some cool spells. What you want is to look good." Mr. Ning felt that it was too technical. In the future, it could be compiled into a teaching material for outstanding talents selected by each school to learn. .
As for the aristocratic family, just learn something to bluff people.
"Well, for the sake of finding a job for Niu Xixi, I'll do what you want." Jiu Yuanzi shrugged.
It's as if she didn't share the tuition fee, she said it so righteously.
Mr. Ning warned, "Then I'll leave first."
"Hey, aren't you going to learn from me? Last time you just learned a little trick and left." Jiu Yuanzi asked.
Mr. Ning glanced at her and said, "I haven't mastered it yet, so I'm greedy for more than bad."
Jiu Yuanzi said in surprise: "No way, you are not familiar with it yet, it is just a fragment of spiritual power."
"How long have you been practicing?" Mr. Ning asked instead of answering her.
"In 1900, I am still practicing now." Jiu Motoko answered honestly.
Mr. Ning took a deep breath, "Then you still dislike me for not finishing my training!"
Jiu Yuanzi said calmly: "But now I can draw the spiritual power into a fineness that you can't even see with your eyes, right in front of you."
"I can now control 176 puppets at the same time, but I don't think I should aim too high and just make progress little by little. Anyway, I am just a new little demon and I have plenty of time to catch up." Mr. Ning said with a great attitude.
Jiu Yuanzi patted him on the shoulder, "It's best if Mr. Ning has this mentality. Keep working hard."
Mr. Ning is gone, and there are still many things waiting for him to do.
Watching him walk into the elevator, close the door and disappear, Jiu Yuanzi clicked his tongue.
Damn man, it's only been a few months, and he can actually divide his spiritual power into 176 parts. How long did it take for you to break through 100 points?
...Oh, I forgot.
Anyway, I have a long life, and I have plenty of time to kill you, huh.
Jiu Motoko went back and found that the folding stools had been removed and replaced with small single sofas. Each student found his own place to sit down.
Xiao Wanfa was sitting closest to the big sofa, reading the book in his hand, and had no intention of talking to anyone else.
He has always been like this, not getting close to anyone.
In addition to Liu Ruxian, and not counting the three people from the Xiao family, the other five people had met him when they were children. Every year when the aristocratic family meets, they will take these juniors there to show their faces.
Xiao Wanfa never ignored others, whether he was an innocent two or three years old, an eight or nine year old who hated cats and dogs, or a rebellious period when he was about to confront his elders, he always ignored others.
But the darlings of the family all thought that he just had a bad temper and his cultivation level was not much higher than theirs. Everyone was just Geng 7.
I heard that he recently advanced to Yi 6, so what, it's just one level higher.
Jiu Yuanzi sat back on the sofa and glanced at Liu Ruxian, "Squad leader, check if everyone is here."
"Huh?" Liu Ruxian looked at everyone present in embarrassment. There was no one with a lower background and cultivation level than him.
"Teacher, I have a problem." Luo Danxian said suddenly.
He was a second-generation dandy, now pretending to be an obedient student, with his hair that had just been dyed black, looking at Shu Motoko seriously.
"What's the problem?" Jiu Yuanzi looked at Luo Danxian, the young master of the Luo family who had a grudge against him.
She didn't believe it. Everyone was like Wan Fa, who could turn conflicts into friendship and become good friends even after killing people in his family.
However, if you really want to calculate it, the death of a clan member is not as important as the loss of the company.
I heard that the Luo family had a lot of companies confiscated by the Alien Bureau, and their vitality was damaged, and they probably wished they could die.
Luo Danxian said: "Teacher, the monitor should be the student with the highest cultivation level and the most talent. I think Xiao Wanfa is the right one to be the monitor. This Liu Rushian has the lowest cultivation level among us, and he is only Xin8 now."
"I don't think he's qualified."
Liu Ruxian knew this would happen. The big families looked down on them and didn't even want to hang out here for an hour.
Jiu Yuanzi didn't think about it at all and refused straight away, "Wanfa has other more important things to do. The squad leader has to manage chores. If the one with the best grades is allowed to come, it won't affect his cultivation."
"Whoever makes the worst progress will be the squad leader. For now, Liu Ruxian will be the squad leader."
Luo Danxian was very unconvinced, but pretended to be curious and asked: "Teacher, does Xiao Wanfa have something important to do? Can I help?"
"He wants to play with me." Jiu Yuanzi said.
"..." All the nine students present were speechless. This teacher really had no scruples at all!
After seeing this Luo Danxian shut up, Jiu Yuanzi started the formal class, "You all know how to roll fireballs. You should have learned all the low-level spells that are necessary for destroying corpses and eradicating traces."
"Raise your hands if you don't know."
It's really ugly to talk about destroying corpses and eradicating traces. Now is a legal society.
None of the students raised their hands, indeed all of them knew how to do it.
This kind of casual cultivator has to find a way and spend a lot of money to find a way to learn the spells. The aristocratic family learned them casually in the early days.
If you don't know how to rub fireballs, that means you don't have any spiritual power.
Seeing that everyone knew how to do it, Jiu Motoko said, "Okay, I'll test you and make all the fireballs come out."
Fireball?
Luo Danxian and the others looked at each other, but before they could take action, a fist-sized fireball floated in front of Xiao Wanfa.
This guy is so positive!
When the others saw it, they quickly released their own fire spells.
What else could the fireballs be like? They were like this, each one as big as a fist floating in the palm of the hand or in front of the body.
Jiu Motoko sat on the sofa, raised her index finger, and a fireball the size of a candle appeared, and said, "Follow me. If you succeed, you can go home after class."
Then the flame on her fingertips turned into a finger-high flame fairy, flying around everyone with a lifelike expression.
After walking around for a while, I flew behind Jiu Yuanzi. The whole flame fairy grew taller, and the hair formed by the flames touched the roof, but nothing was burned.
Several meters long flame wings spread out from its back, and instantly countless flame feathers flew out and fluttered in the room.
Feathers were floating in front of the students. Although they were composed of flames, each feather was just like the real thing, consisting of barbules.
There are also feather barbules and feather fiber branches on the barbules, and even the small hooks of the feathers are clearly visible.
This is not a feather shaped like a ball of flame at all, but a fire feather that is actually composed of strands of flame.
The fire feathers floating in the room suddenly turned into little flame fairies and flew back to the big fairy happily.
Finally, the flame fairy shrank again and landed on Jiu Yuanzi's fingertips, where she rubbed it out.
"Okay, you can start making fire."
The second generation immortals of the aristocratic family looked at her dumbfounded. What was that just now? Was it rubbing a fireball?
Who would do this!
"Teacher Jiu, I don't know how." Xiao Wanfa said with a smile.
Jiu Motoko's control over spiritual power was very clear to him when he followed him to the dojo, and now he knows even more how powerful it is.
It's better to just admit that it doesn't work and stop showing off.
