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Chapter 187 Hidden world sweeper?

"Gate to space? It sounds so powerful." Zhou Yue followed the man's words.

The middle-aged man smiled: "You don't have to think so far. The door to space is a type of sub-space."

"Subspace?"

The middle-aged man explained: "For example, the rumored spirit world where miraculous creatures live, the contract chain space where spiritual master monks store their spiritual pets, the space where the Nian Xiu Zhe travels, and the space door opened by the great master, etc.

They all belong to subspace."

"The world we live in and feel is the main space. The secondary space is another layer of space that is attached to the world of our main space. The primary and secondary sequences of the two are only relative."

Zhou Yue nodded slightly: "In other words, compared to our world, subspace is just like pockets on clothes?"

"That's a good metaphor." A hint of appreciation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "If you are interested, you can minor in 'Space Science' in the future. After all, Grand Master Bai Yan is the earliest 'Space Science' master in the Federation, and many of his assumptions are in

Later generations turned it into reality, for example, the concept of travel ball was first proposed by Senior Bai."

"Spatial science? Uncle, can you tell me more about the courses in the college?" Zhou Yue asked, and the vigilance in his heart quietly faded away.

Daze in the back mountain.

Hidden old tower.

Mysterious man.

Ink broom.

The middle-aged man in front of him reminded Zhou Yue of the mysterious and reclusive masters in the novels he had read before.

The representative figures are the Shaolin Temple, the Sutra Library, and the floor-sweeping monk.

Zhou Yue had never thought that the man in front of him with a cultivation level as high as the eighth rank might be one of the three grandmasters of the academy.

But the dean and the superintendent were not in the college, so it could only be Director Nie who had obvious identifying features. However, the uncle in front of him had both legs intact, so it was obviously not him.

The middle-aged man looked at the clear-eyed young man in front of him and secretly marveled.

Over the years, as his cultivation level has improved, his status has increased, and his prestige has grown day by day.

Not to mention the students and teachers in the academy, even some academy leaders, senior officials of the academy, and federal leaders were frightened when they saw him.

The young man in front of him, who had already solved two unsolved mysteries when he first arrived, made him feel a sense of relaxation and comfort that he had not experienced in a long time.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with amusement.

He was not in a hurry to explain his identity and purpose, but explained patiently.

“The courses offered by the college are divided into public subjects and optional subjects.”

"The public subjects are mainly basic courses such as telekinesis practice, basic physical fitness, telekinesis attributes, etc."

"There are many types of self-selected subjects, such as technical space science, capsule science, pill science, and sphere science."

"Skill-based detective science, ancient stripe science, and linguistics of gods and demons."

"Academic New World geography, heritage botany, and miraculous biology."

"Combat-related mental arts, tactics, royal arts, and physical arts."

"Logistics task management, historical data science, etc."

"As long as you have enough contribution points, even if you are just a freshman, you can redeem all the courses you are interested in in the practice system. However, if it is telekinesis, you can only go to the college's practice library to redeem and practice it.

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Zhou Yue nodded slightly, then sighed: "In other words, most courses require contribution points to be redeemed?"

The middle-aged man smiled and asked: "Then do you think everyone should be open to the public?"

Zhou Yue lowered his head and hesitated.

The middle-aged man stared at Zhou Yue without urging him.

Zhou Yue raised his head and said, "It should be so."

The middle-aged man was startled.

Listen to Zhou Yue continue to say: "Those who are capable work harder and act according to their talents. If you can continue to learn, learn more. If you can't continue to learn, learn less. Only by learning what you need to learn can you specialize in your profession and make contributions."

If it is worth learning, you will cherish it more and pay more attention to it."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

The boy at least told the superficial reason.

"Secondly." Zhou Yue's eyes flashed: "By doing this, the academy not only shows its attitude of openness to all information, but also prevents precious knowledge and mental skills from being leaked."

"The contribution value required to redeem those advanced mental skills and core knowledge must be terrifyingly high, right?"

"Those who can make corresponding contributions must be the elite among the academy's elite."

A look of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Your tone sounds a bit disdainful?"

Zhou Yue waved his hand and said in an old-fashioned way: "I'm not disdainful, I just feel that there are some things that even the Relic Academy is not exempt from."

The middle-aged man was amused by the young man's pretentious expression and burst into laughter.

Zhou Yue suddenly asked: "Uncle, are you specifically responsible for guarding this old tower?"

The middle-aged man was startled, then smiled and nodded, thinking that I am not only responsible for this tower, but also for the college where the tower is located, the City in the Sky, and even the entire Mid-Continent area that sometimes needs to be taken care of.

Zhou Yue winked mysteriously: "Although uncle is just a sweeper in this tower, he must have been famous when he was young, right?"

Sweeper?

The middle-aged man's expression stiffened slightly, then he felt relieved for a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhenhun Mucha behind him, who was misunderstood by the young man as a broom, and felt a little dumbfounded in his heart.

"This... is okay." The middle-aged man was thinking about how to bring the topic back to the real purpose.

Just listen to Zhou Yue say: "By the way, uncle, I want to ask you something."

The middle-aged man said: "You say."

Zhou Yue glanced at the man opposite him inexplicably.

The relationship between people is often so magical. Some people have been in the same bed for decades but are still at odds with each other, while some people feel very cordial after just meeting for the first time.

Zhou Yue no longer hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Suppose I want to sell some insights on the practice of mind skills in the academy, what channels can I use?"

"What are your thoughts on spiritual practice?"

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly jumped, but he pretended to be calm: "I'm afraid no one will care about your insights. Besides, only teachers are qualified to sell courses."

Zhou Yue was silent.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled: "Since you have obtained the soul bell of the great master, Senior Bai Yan, and become the successor of his space gate, the insights you want to sell must also come from senior Bai Yan, right?"

Zhou Yue knew that he couldn't hide it, and of course he didn't need to. The other party was just a hidden sweeper who guarded the ancient pagoda. His cultivation was unpredictable. If he had an agenda, he would have done it long ago. There was no need to say so much.

Zhou Yue nodded slightly: "I know that things from a hundred years ago may have lagged behind the times. However, I feel that some of the assumptions and insights are still enlightening."

Zhou Yue spoke from his heart.

Grand Master Bai Yan has so many insights and insights, many of which are unfinished ideas and concepts.

Instead of rotting in his memory palace, it is better to select a small part of it and trade it in a small area to realize cash.

These are all the creative ideas of Grandmaster Bai Yan. Regardless of whether they have actual value or not, at least the feelings are here.

If you select one thousandth of those creative ideas and sell them to others, how much can you exchange for some resources that are useful to you?

The premise is that if the college really has such a channel.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly when he heard this, "My child, things from more than a hundred years ago have to be divided among people if they are left behind."

Grandmaster Bai Yan is a genius whose talent and consciousness are hundreds of years ahead of the entire era.

In today's peaceful era, although there are many elites and great masters in the Huaya Federation's spiritual cultivation world, few people can come close to Grand Master Bai Yan at the level of consciousness.

The insights that Senior Bai left behind, even if they are only a few words or fragments, can often attract many strong masters to pursue them.

The middle-aged man asked again: "About how much do you know?"

Zhou Yue thought for a while and said, "It's quite a lot anyway."

The middle-aged man's heart trembled again: "Why don't you hand these over to the hospital leaders? For example, Director Nie Yuanfeng. Maybe you can directly exchange them for a lot of contribution value."

Zhou Yuezhi shook his head: "Those senior officials have very deep thoughts. I don't know what they are thinking about all day long. First they acquiesced to others to suppress our Nanhe City, and then turned around and tried to appease them. It's just a big stick and a carrot, thinking that others are stupid and can't see it."

The middle-aged man felt a little hot on his face, but he still had to maintain the gentle smile of "a master sweeper outside the world".

If someone else was so disrespectful, no matter whether he was a master or a spiritual master, he would have been blown away by his telekinesis.

But the young man in front of him has received the inheritance of Grand Master Bai Yan and carries the hope of the revival of the Central Continent.

This is also my greatest selfishness.

This kid doesn't seem to realize that he already controls the lifeblood of the entire Central Continent.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the middle-aged man's mind.

This guy’s idea may also work!

If he openly hands over the Grand Master's inheritance, the old-school forces will definitely demand it, and then they will keep it to themselves.

But if Zhou Yue could teach in a small area, he would not only avoid the trouble of the grandmaster's descendants, but also allow the young elites in the academy such as Shi Qing, Song Yuxin, Chen Wenxi and others to advance rapidly.

Kill two birds with one stone.

"Well, let me find a way for you." The middle-aged man said.

Zhou Yue thanked him and was secretly happy. He felt more and more that this "Uncle Sweeper" was not simple.

"By the way, I still don't know what to call you, uncle?"

"Haha, just call me Uncle Feng."

Zhou Yue nodded and exchanged contact information with Uncle Feng. Suddenly something occurred to him: "No, someone is still waiting for me outside."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Then I'll give you a ride."

Before Zhou Yue could speak, Uncle Feng across from him stretched out his finger to point at him.

Zhou Yue felt himself flying up, flying out of the tower and out of the academy.

After a while, the sky and the earth were spinning, the light and shadow were changing, and the wind was howling. He had already flown out of the barrier guarding the academy and returned to the beach.

"It's amazing! Uncle Feng is indeed a hidden master!"

Zhou Yue sighed secretly in his heart.

For a moment, Director Nie Yuanfeng, known as one of the three giants of Zhonglu College, flashed in his mind.

After all, they all have the word "wind" in them.

However, Uncle Feng's intact hands cut off Zhou Yue's association.

What's more, how could a big shot like Nie Yuanfeng come to such a broken tower and listen to his sarcastic comments while always smiling?

call out!

Zhou Yue did not stop, the wind was still howling in his ears.

The blue water droplets suspended on the beach were getting farther and farther away from him.

Zhou Yue's face changed slightly: "No! Why am I still flying? How long has it been since Uncle Feng used telekinesis? Why is his control so poor? Damn it, I can't fly directly to the other side of the school city, right?"

On the nine-story tower.

The middle-aged man "looked" at the young man's floating figure across the sky like a meteor, and shook his head slightly: "Is it necessary to be sarcastic behind someone's back, or for a reclusive 'sweeper'?"

He snapped his fingers, and a projection appeared in front of him, showing the scene Song Yuxin was frantically searching for on the beach outside the barrier.

"Director." Song Yuxin saluted respectfully, her rising and falling chest revealing her irritable heart at this time.

Nie Yuanfeng said: "I won't see Zhou Yue today."

Song Yuxin was stunned: "But didn't you say..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yuxin saw Nie Yuanfeng's legs, and her voice trembled: "Director, have your legs recovered? Have you broken through to the Nine-Revolution Grandmaster?"


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