Wang Fu bid farewell to Master Ding's palace and visited three teachers one after another with tea in hand.
In order, they are Professor Lu, Professor Qiwu and Professor Shao.
Unfortunately, Teacher Qi Wu had something to do, so Wang Fu simply put down the tea bag and gave it to his disciple to put away.
"Wang Fu, I heard that you came back from vacation. Why did you come to see me right after you came back?"
"Oh, it turns out that I met Ding Zhangdian first. I should, I should!"
Professor Lu was supervising Lang Xiaochen's practice. When he saw Wang Fu visiting, he smiled very happily.
Wang Fu held a tea bag in his hand and bowed to him first.
"No need to be polite!"
Professor Lu helped Wang Fu up, glanced at the tea bag, thinking it was some kind of tea fruit snack, and subconsciously asked, "What gift did you bring me?"
"I brought some tea."
Wang Fu picked up the tea bag and showed it to him.
"What kind of tea are you bringing?"
Professor Lu said angrily, "Although there are many famous teas in the world, they only have different flavors and tastes."
"For those of us who are cultivators, it is best to order some spiritual tea. As you haven't been here for many days, I haven't tasted some spiritual tea for a long time!"
Having said this, he called Lang Xiaochen beside him, "Xiao Liu, go boil some water and make tea!"
"No need to spend money, just take advantage of me!"
Just as Professor Lu was about to refuse, he saw Wang Fu open the package, and the tea inside was the familiar Dian Ling tea, and it was mid-grade.
"oops!"
Professor Lu was shocked, "How did you get it?"
"From the hands of an evil ghost, eh, eh, Professor Lu, you know!"
Wang Fu gave a "you know" look, and Professor Lu nodded knowingly and asked, "Have you cleaned up?"
“Absolutely clean!”
"That's good!"
After a while, a pot of brewed tea was served, with a rich aroma.
Professor Lu took a sip and opened his eyes, "This tea is so fresh!"
Can it be fresh? It was brought directly from the ghost market.
"I don't know either. That evil ghost should have a way to bring some spiritual tea from the mountains!"
"Absolutely not!"
Professor Lu patiently gave Wang Fu some popular science, "The Dingling tea trees in Gushan are monopolized by a few big yakshas, and it is absolutely difficult for ordinary ghosts to get close to them. To be able to get such good tea, it must be secretly transported and sold by the ghosts below!"
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Whether the tea is good or not can only be known after brewing it.
Professor Lu is also used to drinking tea. As soon as he tasted it, he knew that the tea brought by Wang Fu was definitely the best among the best, and it was extremely fresh, having just been picked not long ago.
The tea distributed by Taoist temples is picked and stored through Gushan, then transported to Yunyang Temple, counted and stored, and then taken out and distributed to individuals.
After such an over and over again process, most of the tea leaves' short shelf life is lost, leaving them with no flavor at all.
In contrast, the tea brought by Wang Fu is extremely fresh and has a vivid taste.
“What a tea!”
Professor Lu was very satisfied with Wang Fu's gift, "Why do you still remember me? By the way, where did Ding Zhangdian give it to me?"
"delivered!"
Wang Fu answered honestly, "He didn't want the middle-grade Lingcha. He only accepted eight golden leaves from the top-grade Lingcha."
“High quality spiritual tea!”
Professor Lu was a little excited, "One day, I will definitely find Boss Ding and see it with my own eyes!"
After drinking most of the pot of tea, Professor Lu couldn't help scolding Lang Xiaochen, "Xiao Liu, look at how long Wang Fucai has been studying with me. He knows how to make good things to honor me."
"Look at you, you have been recuperating for more than a year, and you haven't even started singing yet!"
Lang Xiaochen drank tea sullenly, "Master, it's almost time. I'll be able to start singing by the end of the year!"
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Wang Fu finally went to Professor Shao and brought him some spiritual tea.
Professor Shao has been seriously ill all year round, and the only thing that can relieve his pain is drinking some spiritual tea.
"You are serious, these teas are not cheap!"
When Professor Shao saw the tea brought by Wang Fu, he coughed and nodded, asking him to sit down.
"No trouble, I have some savings on hand."
"Well, how have you been doing in Yi Daoshu's math lately? Don't slack off just because you're on vacation!"
While Professor Shao was coughing, he still urged Wang Fu to practice.
Wang Fu decisively took out an object, which was a hexagonal plum blossom disk, and started practicing immediately.
In these days, he recited the Sutra of Combating Calamity day and night, and his understanding of blessings became even higher, and his state of mind when making divination became more unpredictable.
Some practice...
"Not bad, not bad, great progress!"
Professor Shao inspected Wang Fu's homework and found that his progress was faster than expected, and he smiled happily.
"Wang Fu, if you work hard, maybe in my lifetime, I can add a divine master to Yunyang Temple!"
Master of Divine Machinery, this title was mentioned by Professor Shao before, with his eyes full of expectation and yearning.
It can be seen that this is his obsession to practice and strive for.
"Go, don't forget to practice!"
…
Wang Fu sent tea to the three teachers, and then visited some roommates.
At this moment, the second hall is open to the public, and all the beginner disciples are studying on their own.
As mentioned earlier, Wang Fu introduced the ‘happy education’ from his previous life, directly scrapping the free-range model and transforming it into a competitive model.
In Erjian Hall, the disciples were studying hard, practicing hard, and they were all screaming.
"Students, for the past ten days, we and Sanqing Palace fought at the Mingming Terrace. The winner and loser list has been posted on the front!"
This voice came from a familiar senior brother. He was in the Yangguan Ertier realm and was about to graduate after this summer.
This person is mature and motivated, and has been appointed as one of the leaders of several study groups.
What, you ask why there is only a group leader and no study committee member, monitor or deputy monitor?
Cough cough cough!
Standing outside is the class monitor, study committee member, and teacher's assistant of Ergendo...classmate Wang Fu.
"As you can see, the disparity between victory and defeat is still huge, which is shocking!"
"We use Wang Fu's data analysis method to see where the gap is..."
"..."
"Okay, next is the analysis and summary stage. Please speak freely!"
Next, members of each study group began to speak in turn.
Wang Fu stood by the window and nodded repeatedly. It was good, good, and executed very well. He has not slackened off until now.
It can be seen that the fellow disciples of Nigendo are not just mud that cannot be held up against the wall as seen from the outside world.
"The Sanqing Palace has another advantage. Its outstanding personnel are often rewarded with spiritual tea by their teachers, which can quickly restore mana and save a lot of time!"
"On the other hand, we can only wait for our mana to recover before we can continue!"
"Come and go, how much time is wasted!"
The two halls lamented and complained that there was nothing they could do, this was caused by the gap between the two halls.
There are only five teachers in Leihuo Palace, including Dingzhang Palace. So far, Wang Fu has only seen four of them, and the last one is left, and he probably never expects to see it in this life.
In Sanqing Hall, there are at least seven or eight people who usually attend classes.
The spiritual tea allocated in the temple is based on the number of people, so the Thunder Fire Hall is missing a large piece.
Wang Fu performed well before, and Professor Lu also provided some spiritual tea, but what about the performance of other disciples...