Tianwu Academy is the only cultivator academy in Tianwu Kingdom. There are more than a dozen sub-academies in various towns in Tianwu Kingdom. However, there are also rumors that Tianwu Academy does not actually belong to Tianwu Kingdom, but is a sub-force of a large force. Of course,
The truth is unknown.
At this time, Qin Tian was sitting in a classroom of Tianwu Academy, sitting upright on a stool, listening carefully to the instructor's explanation on the stage, and taking notes carefully.
Today is the third day that Qin Tian returned to the academy. After dealing with the pharmacist, Qin Tian returned to the academy the next day. Although he understood that his strength growth path was different from that of people in this world, Qin Tian could not help but
The reason for not paying attention to the lecture was because of the appearance of a plot mission.
After Qin Tian swore in his heart that day, a system task appeared in the task interface.
Trigger plot mission: Lin Lan hopes to have a successful child. Because of the strong emotional fluctuations in the host's heart, he hopes that Lin Lan will have a happy life. The mission is generated based on Lin Lan's thoughts, and he gains reputation in the academy. Now his reputation is unknown.
Mission reward: 0 experience.
The reputation experience was more than Qin Tian's task of killing the pharmacist. This made Qin Tian a little strange, but after thinking about it, he understood that in addition to the experience of the task of killing the pharmacist, he also gained the skills of an intermediate pharmacist.
The value of this skill exceeds the experience.
Whether it is for the task reward or to make Lin Lan happy, Qin Tian will work hard to complete this task. However, Qin Tian does not hate this task. In the last world, he was just an orphan and had never gone to school. He has long been interested in going to school.
Full of longing.
To complete the task, the most important thing is to satisfy the teacher. Qin Tian naturally understands how to complete the task.
"The main components of a cultivator's strength are realm, combat skills and equipment. In the same realm, combat skills and equipment are the main differences." An old man on the podium was explaining that this was a theoretical class and the most boring one.
a lesson.
Although the old man spoke with great interest on the stage, there were not many people in the audience who listened carefully. After all, they are all fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys. Who doesn't understand the system of this world? Except for Qin Tian, maybe no one
Will listen.
Of course, it is obvious that the lecturer on the stage also understands this very well. As long as the people below don't make too much noise, he can talk on his own.
Carefully remembering the knowledge the lecturer said, Qin Tian suddenly frowned. He suddenly turned his gaze, and a pair of beautiful eyes appeared in his sight.
The owner of the beautiful eyes has skin like snow, wearing a purple dress, and her shoulder-length hair is tied into a naughty ponytail. There is a trace of inexplicable melancholy in her eyes, which makes people have the urge to take good care of her.
This girl is none other than Qin Tian's divorced fiancée, Chen Xi, one of the beauties of Tianwu Academy.
Perhaps sensing Qin Tian's gaze, Chen Xi's cheeks turned slightly red and she immediately turned away.
Looking at Chen Xi's face, Qin Tian frowned slightly.
"Does she still remember what happened that day?"
As for whether this girl has fallen in love with him, Qin Tian has never had such an idea. In Qin Tian's memory, the girl in front of him has always been very unhappy with him. She always made various accusations against him, and even complained to his father.
When the engagement was broken off, she did not raise any objection.
"Dong dong dong." A clear bell rang. This was the bell for the end of get out of class. There is a special interest in bells in this world. There are rumors that the bell represents the sound of heaven in this world. It is majestic, melodious and full of righteousness. .
However, in the eyes of Tianwu Academy students, the bell represents righteousness. The originally dull atmosphere immediately became lively when the bell rang. Even the old lecturer on the stage had not left yet, and there was no one there.
Tube.
"Goodbye, teacher." Looking at the lecturer who was about to leave the stage, Qin Tian stood up from the table, walked forward and said softly, no matter what others do, he must do his best. He understands that every move he makes will cause consequences.
The progress of the task.
"Yes." In response to Qin Tian's greeting, the lecturer responded with a smile on his face. He felt a good impression of this student in his heart. This student had been listening to his lectures carefully during class. No one paid attention to his lectures here.
Naturally, the lecturer paid special attention.
"Trash is trash. Do you think you can become a genius by pretending to be a good student?" After the old man left, a harsh voice suddenly sounded in Qin Tian's ears.
Hearing the voice ringing in his ears, Qin Tian frowned slightly and turned his head. In his sight, a young man wearing aristocratic robes was sitting on a stool with a look of disdain, looking at him and saying.
The young man clasped his hands on his chest and surrounded him with several flattering classmates. Qin Tian naturally knew who this young man was.
Ouyang Ming is the son of Ouyang Tian, the prime minister of the Tianwu Kingdom. Ouyang Tian and his father have always been at odds with each other in the Tianwu Kingdom. This situation has also been passed down to his next generation. Ouyang Ming will look for bad luck on himself whenever he has the opportunity.
However, although Ouyang Ming's tone is poor, he is really a genius. Now he is sixteen years old, but he is already a ninth-level war slave. As long as he works harder, he can become a war soldier.
A sixteen-year-old warrior is definitely one of the most favored in the Tianwu Kingdom. Even his father became a warrior when he was seventeen.
Before Qin Tian traveled through time, the owner of this body only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and put all his energy on women. Not to mention the warriors, even the warrior slaves did not have the strength. He was able to enter the Tianwu Academy because his father was a general.
reasons.
When the two sides compare, it will be clear which one is stronger and which one is weaker, so every time the two sides fight, the owner of Qin Tian's body is also self-aware and tolerates it every time.
Seeing Qin Tian's turned gaze, Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with disdain, "What are you looking at? If you are not convinced, let's have a fight. As long as you can withstand ten moves in my hand, even if
You win."
Ouyang Ming said contemptuously. He knew that this loser would never challenge him in a duel. The next second, this loser would definitely turn around and walk away as if he couldn't hear him.
"Hahaha, did you hear that? Qin Tian, as long as you can survive ten moves in Brother Ming's hands, you will win. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Yes, Qin Tian, just give it a try. It's a rare opportunity." As soon as Ou Yangming's voice fell, the teenagers who originally surrounded Ou Yangming laughed at him.
These young men are either the sons of officials from the Tianwu Kingdom, or they are from poor families who entered the academy based on their talents.
Although Tianwu Academy is a place for learning, it is also a place where the sons of high-ranking officials in the Tianwu Kingdom form parties to improve their future status in the Tianwu Kingdom. These officials' sons also need a strong support to make their status in the Tianwu Kingdom more stable.
, obviously these people have regarded Ouyang Ming as a support.
How could they give up the opportunity to please Ouyang Ming now?
For a moment, the originally noisy crowd quieted down, and everyone looked at Qin Tian with a hint of ridicule. This kind of thing has happened many times in the academy. Even so, when the son of a general was insulted, everyone still looked at Qin Tian.
