The marrow of wind is as sharp as a knife and can hurt people invisible.
Teacher Lu is a master of Jiuqu, so it is not surprising that he can perform it. But Wang Fu, a newbie, can reach this threshold. It can only be explained by genius.
Although the wind essence cast by Wang Fu is vague and has not yet been finalized, such attainments are already far behind those repeaters who have studied for five or six years.
"Hoo ho ho!"
A strong wind passed through the hall and persisted for a long time.
"A stack of cultivation, and the foundation has been consolidated."
Teacher Lu saw that Wang Fu was not only proficient in spells, but also had profound magical power, and became more and more jealous.
"Good boy, what's your name?
The look on Wang Fu's body changed from looking at the excitement to jealousy.
Everyone else was beaten, but he was not beaten, and judging from Professor Lu's attitude, he was very satisfied with him.
Why?
Tu Dayou showed off to his classmates in a low voice, "Wang Fu, live in the same house as me. We are all good brothers."
"Rewards, there are rewards for many."
Professor Lu suddenly realized that Wang Fu's outstanding performance required clear rewards and punishments. He had been punished just now, and now he should reward outstanding students like Wang Fu.
"This grass dandelion is yours."
After hearing the words "Caowu Dan", the disciples of the Gangren Sect were still asking each other. The senior brothers in the front row took a big breath, obviously they knew it was a good thing.
After this examination, Professor Lu continued to teach.
The Gale Curse is a classroom quiz. The real teaching content is actually the casting, solution, ideas and other knowledge of how to cast a spell.
There is no such basic knowledge in the old ghost's diary. Wang Fuk is lacking this.
He subconsciously took out a pen and paper from his pocket and took notes on the spot.
However, this move attracted attention again.
"Um?"
Wang Fu looked up and saw Teacher Lu's pleased eyes and the unfriendly eyes of the disciples around him.
"It's bad, I'm a hard worker."
In every class, in every office, there is such a person. They take the leader's words as a guideline, take out a pen to record them at every turn, and say "the leader said...". When given the opportunity to perform, they say nothing and take the initiative to express their opinions on behalf of everyone.
There is no ambiguity when asking for credit.
This kind of person is simply called the striving force, the king of involution, and the source of all evil.
Wang Fu just developed a good habit in class, and the old ghost's diary lacked content. He wanted to complete it, but ignored the overall environment.
Are people who take notes in class these days normal people?
Professor Lu admired him more and more. He never thought that he, a big old man, would be able to have someone write down everything he said on paper.
Look at this, it's inconvenient in class, but in private after class, a piece of grass is indispensable.
"Why!"
Wang Fu now has no friends at all.
After arriving at Leihuo Palace, Wang Fu realized that the old ghost's teaching habits were those of famous sects.
There are two classes a day, morning and evening.
Morning classes are arranged in the morning, evening classes are in the afternoon
In the morning class, Professor Lu taught magic, cast spells and recited mantras. In the evening class in the afternoon, it was changed to Professor Qi Wu.
After the morning class, the disciples around him breathed a sigh of relief. They were really relaxed.
However, during evening classes, the atmosphere became surprisingly depressing.
Wang Fu finally understood what 'taciturn' meant.
The class taught by Professor Qi Wu was directly a self-study class. The two halls were quiet and no one spoke.
The content taught by the other party is to draw talismans to set up the altar, which is biased towards utensils.
The disciples lined up tables and chairs, placed pens and papers, rolled up their sleeves and started drawing.
Teacher Qi Wu kept a straight face and said nothing, walking past everyone like a silent ghost.
He put his hands behind his back, and when he saw someone drawing a talisman, but if something was wrong, he would draw it with a ruler.
Don't touch other places, just hit it, it hurts!
Wang Fu finally understood that these days, it is not the famous teachers who produce the best disciples, but the strict teachers who produce the best disciples. The so-called master disciples are all created by fighting.
He fully thought that since he had excellent talent in casting spells, he should also be good at drawing talismans.
After all, in Jingkou Town, the runes for the Belly Pain Curse were pretty well drawn.
However, I am afraid of "what you think" in everything.
In a moment, Professor Qi Wu walked to the back row and passed by Wang Fu.
At this time, Wang Fu had already drawn a 'house-holding talisman' in a fluent manner.
The house-tightening talisman is posted on the beams of the house to protect the peace of the house and prevent disasters.
The difficulty is slightly higher than the runes of the Belly Pain Curse, but not much higher.
Teacher Qi Wu's eyes fell on it, and the pause was slightly longer for a second or two.
"Snapped!"
The familiar sound of the ruler and the hand ringing as usual, and Wang Fu's place was no exception.
How can it be?
Wang Fu rubbed his hands and looked in disbelief. Did he draw something wrong?
After the other disciples were beaten, they pretended to be deep in thought and stopped taking action. After all, they made many mistakes and would still be beaten if they continued to draw talismans.
Wang Fu just doesn't believe in evil. If he makes a mistake once, it is a mistake. If he makes a mistake again, he is incompetent.
I'll paint again!
After a while, Master Qiwu made a tour and came to his side again. He looked down and saw that Wang Fu had already drawn a new talisman.
"Well!"
Wang Fu noticed that the other party's eyes remained for a moment longer.
However, the ruler was still struck.
Snap, the second blow was harder than the previous one.
The surrounding disciples all noticed it and turned around to look, and when they saw it was Wang Fu, they looked gloating about his misfortune.
I asked you to show that Professor Qi Wu is less humane than Professor Lu. Isn’t this a big deal?
After being beaten twice and suffering more pain, Wang Fu became angry. Is the talisman I drew so bad?
Come again...
Wang Fu took a deep breath, suppressed his slightly restless mood, and when the ancient well was calm, he began to study this 'house-destroying talisman'.
The general framework, as well as several key details, need to be re-examined.
Wang Fu pondered for a long time before writing cautiously. He was so absorbed in his research that he didn't realize that Professor Qi Wu had not left since just now, but was standing behind him to observe.
The third time he drew the talisman, the rune in Wang Fu's eyes had changed into a different look, as if he had divine help when he started writing.
It felt like the runes had come to life and poured out of the pen tip automatically, rather than being driven by his wrist.
"call!"
The runes were completed, and Wang Fu took a deep breath. He didn't expect that drawing a rune would be so labor-intensive.
He raised his head to see when Master Qi Wu would come to him, and was suddenly surprised to find that he had been by his side all along.
In other words, Teacher Qi Wu never left and watched him perform the whole process.
Wang Fu felt anxious and waited for the other party's judgment.
People around him were also watching to see when Qiwu Taoist's ruler would fall.
It was only a few seconds, but the time passed extremely long.
Raise the ruler...
Wang Fu's heart sank, is it still not possible?
He began to doubt his talent.
"Snapped!"
The ruler hit his hand with an extremely loud sound, but Wang Fu didn't feel any pain.
He looked up in surprise, only to see Master Qi Wu take away the talisman, turn around and walk away.
The evening class was over, the day's teaching was over, and all the disciples left one by one.
Someone walked past Wang Fu and deliberately said loudly, "I thought he was some kind of genius, but it turns out he only wants to please Professor Lu."
Some people even pretended to feel sorry, "That grass-rooted dandelion was wasted."
Tu Dayou came over and comforted Wang Fu, "These people have pink eye, don't pay attention to them."