The scariest thing about this man is actually not his culture but his lack of knowledge. It turns out that Chen Zhi looked like an outsider in front of the little girl. Now that he thinks about it, it’s really fucking ridiculous. After all, what he saw when he came to this place Everything, everything seems to be particularly ignorant of him, pure Homo sapiens surfing.
"Hmm! This is delicious." Chen Zhi exclaimed, holding an octopus leg in his mouth: "This tastes fresh, sweet and crispy, and there is no mucus. It's delicious!"
Brother Zhang smiled and served another portion of braised octopus and fried octopus tentacles. The taste and texture are different. Eating one kind makes you feel like you are swimming in the sea, and eating them all feels like swimming from the Pacific Ocean. Arriving in the Atlantic Ocean and then stopping in the Indian Ocean.
"If I'm exaggerating, do you have any suggestions?"
Brother Zhang personally poured him a glass of plum wine, then asked with a smile: "Or is there any good way?"
"Actually, there is no good way. Experts always have a way to spot it. It's normal for something to happen once or twice. If it happens a few times, you will naturally know that there is something wrong here. If you don't want people to see it, don't do it in front of others. Use it, this is the safest way. Find a place to practice it secretly."
What Chen Zhi said was very sincere. He doesn't dare to play tricks now. Sincerity is a surefire skill at this time. Those who play tricks will be taught how to behave. Although the other party didn't say anything, as a person with super spiritual awareness, A genius, he has this feeling.
But Chen Zhi chatted more with Brother Zhang later, and it felt like oh, not bad. If he didn’t have to face him with trepidation and caution, Chen Zhi found that Brother Zhang was quite interesting. He liked to laugh at himself, He said that he had no knowledge, no culture, and no ability.
In response to this, Chen Zhi said "no, no" on the surface, but his mother-in-law screamed loudly in his heart. If such a person can say that he has no knowledge and ability, how can other people live? But the problem was that he didn't look like he was holding a cup. Chen Zhi couldn't understand this kind of modesty, but it was really shocking. He thought that if he were him, he would be famous all over the world. Playing a big role? Haha, don't talk about being a big name. If he were Brother Zhang, if he went out and didn't let someone lay out the red carpet, it would be impossible for his feet to touch the ground. He would spread it wherever he went.
"Senior, why are you going to school to be a teacher like this? Why do you think so highly of our humble spells?"
"I don't know how." Brother Zhang shook his head and said, "I haven't studied and don't understand anything."
I said you can't tell your own fortune. The divination in the morning said that I can be emo, but now I am really emo. Chen Zhi thought this, but there was no reaction on his face. He just smiled dryly and said, "Senior, you can ask me if you have anything in the future. I am Wudang Chen Zhi, and my magic skills are low. I owe you to my senior for not giving up..." "
Thunder Dragon sneered beside him, and he didn't know what he was laughing at. It was just a laugh anyway, which made Chen Zhi feel somewhat embarrassed, especially after saying these flattering words, Chen Zhi also couldn't keep it off his face.
So he turned back and said to Thunder Dragon very sincerely: "I don't bother to say this in front of others, but..."
"I understand, I understand, it's shocking." Thunder Dragon waved his hand and said with a smile, "But you still don't know who my boss is?"
"ah?"
"Ah, what, you've already got this, and you still don't know?"
Chen Zhi's eyes were very innocent. He really didn't know. He just felt that this person must have status and status and he was very cool. As for who he really was, who could know...
Thunder Dragon didn't waste any time, turned his head and shouted: "Xu Wei, come here."
"Here comes Master."
Xu Wei came over from the front carrying a tablet: "What's wrong?"
"Show him the dragon card."
"Oh, okay." Xu Wei took out the dragon tablet of the Twelve Spirits from her butt pocket and placed it in front of Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi took the dragon tablet and looked at it carefully, and then saw the small characters on it and the ancient bronze dragon tablet with a sense of age. He was confused at first, and kept searching for relevant content in his mind, but by the time he found it, he had almost found it. When reading the content, his hands began to tremble, and then his face gradually became ugly.
The Twelve Spirit Dragon Card means that this woman is the Thunder Dragon of the Twelve Spirits, and the Thunder Dragon of the Twelve Spirits works here, so the identity of Teacher Zhang...
"ah……"
Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at Brother Zhang, then looked at the dragon tablet in his hand, then his hands trembled, and then he lifted the non-existent hem of his clothes: "Disciple Chen Zhi, please bow to the Holy Master..."
"Hahaha, it's a good thing you don't have to pay me a visit, otherwise my big mouth would be confused." Thunder Dragon laughed beside him: "You know now, right?"
I know, I know, I know it completely... The Holy Lord in the world is the common leader of almost all sects in the Central Plains. Starting from the late Shang Dynasty, all inheritances are protected by the Holy Lord, and all the magic in the world is due to the Holy Lord. It continues to this day, so it is not shameful for these disciples to kneel to the Holy Lord. This is the emperor of the mystic world in the human world. Even the kings of the past generations dare not make fun of the Holy Lord casually, and even those tyrants and foolish kings have to be polite. Respectfully.
"There is no need for these etiquettes now." Brother Zhang asked him to get up with some embarrassment: "Get up."
But even so, Chen Zhi still completed the etiquette of three kneels, nine kneels and five body prostrates to the ground. Then he excitedly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his master, saying that he was lucky enough to meet the Holy Lord today, and his master was also the first to do so. I made a video call, and then in the video I insisted on clamoring to see the Holy Lord.
"Ah, there is no time in the mountains. In a blink of an eye, the young master has arrived. I saw the old holy master a few times back then." After seeing Brother Zhang's face, he said with emotion: "It really looks like , it’s really carved from the same mold.”
Brother Zhang also greeted him with a smile: "Come and play in Chang'an Lane when you have time."
"Absolutely, definitely." The old man put his cell phone up and bowed to it three times: "I am over ninety years old and have inconvenient legs and feet. I hope the saint will forgive me, but I must go before I leave if I have the chance."
After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, the other end finally hung up the phone, and Chen Zhi felt a little uncomfortable sitting there. He felt like a child sitting at a banquet with adults, listening to the adults chatting. The situation in Syria, and I obviously wanted to discuss Ultraman's Triple Nimbus with them, but I could never find a chance to intervene.
Finally, they finished chatting, and then it was Chen Zhi's turn. He was like a kid asking adults a hundred thousand questions. He kept trying to figure out his doubts, but the problem was that Brother Zhang really didn't know, Lei. Long knew it but he didn't say it. So over and over again, Chen Zhi felt that he might have offended the Holy Master, and coupled with the Holy Master's inscrutability, this led him to think that the Holy Master said that he didn't understand anything because he was just being modest, so he went to learn those techniques. It just wants to test the level of young people of their generation.
With this idea in mind, Chen Zhi left Chang'an Lane, and when he walked to the big archway, he turned around and clenched his fist vigorously, swearing that he felt that he could not let his sect be embarrassed in front of the Holy Lord.
Of course, there is no basis for his thinking. After all, all magic techniques in the world are in the hands of the Holy Lord. How could he possibly want to learn from others? They are the true source. Why isn't it more convenient to learn their own orthodox magic than to learn the magic of those second-rate dealers?
But in fact, this is the problem. The succession of the Holy Lords in the past generations relied on inheritance. There will be a process of passing on dreams and skills, and the experience, part of the memory and magic skills of the Holy Lords of the past generations will be passed on to the next generation. But Brother Zhang's generation hasn't had time to be taught the practice yet, and the previous generation is in trouble. Although the remaining things are there, Thunder Dragon cannot teach them because it breaks the rules. After all, if he really does that, does Brother Zhang have to recognize Thunder Dragon as his master? How decent is that? Not to mention that there is an emphasis on the "father to son" model. Not to mention Thunder Dragon, who in the world dares to ask Qing Lingzi, Qing Lingzi can mummify that person on the spot.
Therefore, Brother Zhang has no choice, and if there is no guidance to get started in this industry, it is really impossible to just rely on his own understanding, so the only option he can choose is to steal the teacher, at least he can steal himself into the profession.
No one would believe this, but what to do? The more inheritance a place has, the more deadly the rules are. Thunder Dragon even directly told him to teach Brother Zhang. He would rather die than he could survive. Live this fate.
After that, when Brother Zhang went back to school, everything was as usual. Chen Zhi was very smart. In addition to not uttering arrogant words in front of Brother Zhang, and not even daring to call him brothers, there was nothing particularly exaggerated. behavior, and when he found Brother Zhang watching, he would become extra diligent in teaching his students.
Of course there are people from other sects besides him, but they are divided into different areas. Each sect teaches different things. In addition to cultural classes, students in a class don't have much time to see each other. There will be a lot.
And as time goes by, the size of the school can be said to be getting bigger and bigger, not to mention it really has the flavor of there. Some talented students have entered the school in a short time, and there are people on the practice field every day. There are all kinds of spells being cast. Most of them are clumsy, but they are also interesting. Brother Zhang's greatest pleasure these days is to stand by and watch them practice spells, and then learn them himself and secretly go back to practice. Unknowingly, he also mastered many elementary spells.
However, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. As the school gradually gets on the right track, although the four factions here are of the same origin and everyone is considered their own family, after all, there are differences in concepts and systems. If there are differences, there will be conflicts, so After greeting each other with smiles, private rivalry began. Naturally, this private rivalry could not be concealed. Soon the four branches could no longer communicate with each other, and even ridiculed each other.
First, there was discord among the disciples of each sect, and then it evolved to the point where the students in the respective branches also began to discord with each other. Finally, on the twentieth day after the academy was formed, the four major branches began to have their own unspoken rules.
First of all, the Eastern faction did not allow the Lao-Zhuang faction to watch. Naturally, the Lao-Zhuang faction was not willing to be outdone and counterattacked on an equal footing. Then there was a conflict between the Wenwang clique and the Guigu clique, and the two sides never interacted with each other. Finally, the Guigu clique had a dispute between good and evil with the Laozhuang clique, and the two started fighting again, while the Dongfang clique and the Laozhuang clique I didn't deal with it at first, after all, everyone was playing yin and yang, and no one would obey anyone. In the end, the Wenwang faction started fighting with the Eastern faction again. The reason was that the Eastern faction mocked the Wenwang faction for being sissy, while the Wenwang faction called them barbarians.
So all of a sudden, the four harmonious departments were directly hostile to each other. Each of them opened the door outside their own training ground and did not allow other departments to observe and learn.
They are all confident that they don't need to observe other systems, but this is a pain for Brother Zhang. He will be asked a few questions wherever he goes, so he can only explain to people all day long which side he belongs to. I just like these and come and take a look.
However, because of his status as an ordinary person, he was not driven away by anyone, so except for the hard work in the past few days, most of the time he was still able to steal all kinds of tricks unimpeded. However, he has learned well now and is worried that others will not do it. Let him watch, so now he completely regards himself as an ordinary person. He usually doesn't even follow the luck to practice Kung Fu, but just practices secretly by himself in his spare time.
It’s interesting to say that each of these four departments has its own physical arts system, and the physical arts systems of these four departments actually conflict with each other. It seems that the contradiction between these four departments is not two in a day. It's God's problem. Their founders and masters probably don't deal well with each other.
But let them make trouble, because without competition there would be no progress, and besides, it was quite cute, so Mouse didn't interfere even if he knew about it.
Unknowingly, the time has come to the end of May and the beginning of June. The atmosphere of summer is gradually getting stronger, and because the school is about to usher in the first final exam, even Xiao Zhang, who insisted on going home every day before, Now I live in school every other day.
At this time, the size of the school has soared from 600 to 4,800. This has become a quite large school, although Brother Zhang does not know where these people came from. Yes, but now the originally abundant teaching staff is stretched thin, and Brother Zhang is also very busy with his work tasks.
As for the magic teachers, they are even more busy. After all, their sects may not have more than a thousand people in total, but now they have to bring more than a thousand apprentices, so several sects have requested support from the headquarters. Now The number of magic teachers here has increased from the original eight to seventy. In some places, the inner gates have even been emptied out. Except for a few housekeepers with average qualifications, there are also those masters and uncles who are in trouble. In addition to the fact that his status is difficult to mobilize, others can be said to have come out in full force, which is enough to show how much the various sects value this inheritance.
The problem is that the more people they have, the more conflicts they have with other departments. The real show begins with the summer spell training.
"Teacher Zhang! Let's go, there's a commotion over there, they say they're setting up a one-on-one challenge." The teacher who was partnering with Brother Zhang rushed to the office like a whirlwind on the first day of summer vacation: "Hurry up and watch the excitement!"
(End of chapter)
