The two of them wanted to discuss it. They could turn on the one-way soundproofing array so that sound could only come in but not come out.
Once you feel it, you can turn on the anti-interference formation and perform on-site spells to prevent others from being affected and others from affecting you.
You can even turn on the anti-disturbance listening mode throughout the whole process, so that you will only hear the lecture and will not be affected by any external factors.
In short, a simple concave experimental desk-like desk integrates many array functions that are difficult to achieve with high technology, and almost meets all the needs of a disciple for attending classes.
The podium and desk where the teaching belongs is a large composite formation, mainly a magic formation, which is convenient for Wang Zijia to carry out various explanations. It can even perform biomimicry in the entire classroom, turning the classroom into grass and other functions.
In other words, the entire teaching room is a large composite formation, the podium is the core of the formation, and the desks below are the formation nodes.
Because the functions are relatively complex, a relatively thick document, similar to an operation manual, was specially sent to Wang Zijia.
"I heard that the instructor this time is a senior brother?"
"Well, I heard about it too, so I came here to join in the fun and see what's going on."
"I don't know what this senior brother's skills are like. I've been stuck in the basics of rune control for more than three years. I've almost asked all the second-grade uncles for advice."
"Don't be so wildly imaginative. What else do you want from the C-sized hall?"
"It's better to go to the Class A teaching hall, find those recognized ace instructors, and try to open a small stove or something?"
"I think, I have to have connections, and people have to like me. For someone like me who can't master the three basic spells for several years, those uncles can't even hide from me. Woolen cloth."
"Yes, it can easily make someone's reputation worse."
"you······"
"I heard that this time he is a talented senior brother, the kind who was specially hired by the original poster himself!"
"Hey, isn't it just the way big families praise each other and build resumes? Who doesn't know about it yet?"
"That's right. Fu Lou has hired seven geniuses in the past ten years. What's the result? Master Qiang is the only one with real kung fu!"
"Uncle Qiang is now one of the gold medalists in the A-shaped Hall, so stop talking about it, you guys."
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Arriving at the teaching hall, Wang Zijia heard their noisy discussions.
He arrived at his podium as if unaware and began to sort out some things. After An Xingsheng put down his things, he silently walked to a corner of the hall and waited.
The discussion below also gradually became smaller and quieter. Even if they wanted to discuss, they subconsciously opened the soundproofing ban within the range of their respective concave tables.
After Wang Zijia became familiar with it for a moment, he glanced below.
The entire hall is very large. The concave table that looks like an experimental table is about one or two square meters, and there are more than a hundred concave tables spread throughout the entire hall of about three to five hundred square meters.
Probably because this is a free class, more than 200 seats at the more than 100 alcove tables are already full. Outer disciples, who may be in middle or late childhood, are either using or looking forward to it. Or looked at Wang Zijia on the huge podium with a critical eye.
"I am Wang Zijia, a peak boy, and a newly promoted Taoist seed in the Sutra Pavilion." Wang Zijia looked at the crowd, showing no humility, and directly threw out the most intimidating title.
"What?"
"Does our Fu Tower have a Taoist seed to teach?"
"real or fake!"
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Following Wang Zijia's simple and concise self-introduction, everyone below was getting excited and discussing with each other.
Wang Zijia paused for a moment, giving everyone some time to react, and then continued to speak, "Now that I am serving as the second-level instructor of Fulou, I should be able to get along with you for a long time in the future. I hope we can get along happily."
"Okay, let me stop talking nonsense and start today's teaching. In these three lessons, I will systematically explain the three most basic introductory techniques of Fu Dao..."
As Wang Zijia explained, everyone began to listen intently. Based on Wang Zijia's status, no matter how bad his speech is, they are destined to try their best to flatter him in the future. If possible, just get on the line.
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It was the first time for Wang Zijia to attend a formal class. He did not make any small moves and explained honestly.
Because he is now considered a major cultivator of Talisman Dao Jijiu. With the help of the Dao Fruit Red Copper Weight, he created a special Talisman Master Daoji. His skills are obviously beyond doubt. Even if he is not cheating, there are many below. The disciples looked surprised and gained a lot.
After attending class honestly for a long time, he returned to the Fu Tower where he belonged and fished for most of the day. He spent the first day of his second-grade teaching extremely smoothly.
In the evening, when getting off work, Wang Zijia did not leave immediately.
Sitting in his talisman-making room, his mind moved slightly, and the blood-emerald crystal sand gathered on the table, and finally turned into a palm-sized crystal red bird.
The bird is so lifelike that it is no different from a real bird. Its whole body is as crystal clear as emerald, and it is very beautiful.
Asuka moved his body on the table, and after getting used to it, he swallowed the storage bag on the table, spread his wings and flew out of the window.
After being promoted to the Dharma Sect, although Wang Zijia was still not able to kill people's heads from a hundred miles away like the Flying Sword Cultivator, the range of thirty miles was still no problem.
Feiniao walked all the way and came to the South District, Yufei Street, and Huoqi Teahouse. When he saw the familiar private room window open, he spread his wings and flew in without hesitation.
As Wang Zijia flew into the room, Ji Chao, who had been waiting for a long time, looked happy. He stopped where he was about to say hello enthusiastically, looked at the real bird-like flying bird, and said hesitantly: "Uncle Li?"
Wang Zijia still cherished his words and said: "It was a lucky break!"
The disguised admission made Ji Chao silent for a long time, and then he said with a bitter look: "I had some guesses when my uncle came last month, but it was unexpected. When we meet again, the present will be different from the past."
Wang Zijia glanced at Ji Chao, who had a bitter look on his face, a depressed mood, and a hint of envy in his eyes, and said in a rare move: "I think you're about done, and I think the breakthrough is just around the corner."
"I can't compare to a genius like my uncle. I struggled all the way for a foundation-building pill, and the foundation was even looser. I'm not afraid of your jokes, uncle. I've asked, and the chance of me breaking through the wine sacrifice is less than 30%. Those at the bottom of the door.”
"But I am not willing to give up, develop and operate with peace of mind, and put my hope in the next generation. If I come from a small family like mine and expect the next generation to succeed, the final outcome is destined to leave the sect and become an incompetent person. The road is scattered and repaired.”
Probably it was Wang Zijia's sudden breakthrough that made Ji Chao, who had been preparing for six or seven years but still not very sure, feel too complicated. He rarely talked to Wang Zijia about what was in his heart, and seemed a bit chatty.
(End of chapter)
