Zheng Qingfang knew that the Central Province Academy had three headmasters. There was no need to talk about An Xinhui. She was too famous, and everyone in Jinling City knew of her. She had a noble character and was the same as her grandfather. She would definitely not show favoritism and give backdoors to others.
Wang Su was a 4-star great teacher and was famous for being a perfectionist. If one wasn't a perfect talent, he wouldn't even be interested in them.
Honestly speaking, Sun Mo graduated from the Songyang Academy.
No matter how Zheng Qingfang looked at it, he didn't feel that Wang Su would admire Sun Mo. Hence, it was impossible for him to seek a position in the school.
In that case, only Zhang Hanfu was left.
"Uncle Zheng, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Sun Mo was speechless. (How can someone like Potato Zhang give birth to someone as handsome as me?) Even if he found a goddess-like wife, it still wouldn't do!
"Sorry, I misspoke."
Zheng Qingfang apologized and smiled embarrassedly. "Your drawing skills are excellent, and your writing isn't bad either. I believe An Xinhui admires you a lot, right?"
From Zheng Qingfang's point of view, Sun Mo was a famous artist who had grasped the Wondrous Blossom realm. In that case, it wasn't strange that An Xinhui thought highly of him.
"No, she doesn't know that I can draw!"
Sun Mo shook his head. Ever since he had drawn the character illustrations for Journey to the West, he hadn't touched his brush again. He had been drawing spirit gathering runes every day.
"Eh!"
Zheng Qingfang was at a loss for words. He thought to himself, Little Brother, I've never seen you so bad at chatting before. With such an answer, how am I supposed to continue the conversation?
Also, it's such a waste that you don't paint.
"Half a month later, I'm going to enter the Darkness Continent. I won't have the time to write [Journey to the West] for now."
Sun Mo told the truth so that Zheng Qingfang wouldn't keep thinking about it.
"What? Are you crazy? "
Zheng Qingfang frowned. "Have you been schemed against?"
"No!"
Sun Mo didn't understand.
"Then why were you arranged to go to the Darkness Continent when you just joined the job? Do you know what that place is? "
Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo. He was very disappointed when he heard that Sun Mo wasn't going to write [Journey to the West] anymore. Just when he wanted to persuade Sun Mo to not let a divine book see the light of day, he was greatly shocked when he heard these words.
"Got it!"
Sun Mo nodded. His original self had also gone there before, but the furthest he went was only the second level.
Yes, based on the current intelligence, everyone knew that the Darkness Continent had a total of five levels. Each level had a different natural law.
For example, on the first level, the spirit qi of the Darkness Continent wasn't as stable as the Middle-Earth Nine Provinces. It was in a state like the tides of the ocean, seething unceasingly.
This phenomenon also caused the spiritual pressure in each region to be different.
The so-called spiritual pressure was the pressure produced by spiritual energy. The denser the spiritual energy, the higher the spiritual pressure.
It didn't matter if he was in an area with low spiritual pressure, but he had to be careful in an area with high spiritual pressure. If it exceeded a certain value, his organs would be crushed and damaged.
Therefore, if one wanted to explore ruins and excavate secret treasures in the Darkness Continent, the first thing they had to learn was to discern the spirit pressure tide and survive.
"Why are you still going if you know? Do you want to die? "
Zheng Qingfang frowned. As someone with experience, he advised Sun Mo, "What you need to do now is to work hard in your studies and increase your teaching capabilities. After that, you should take in disciples and start classes to stabilize your footing in the Central Province Academy. You shouldn't risk your life in the Darkness Continent."
"But my student wants to go, so I have to follow."
Sun Mo shrugged.
"What?"
Zheng Qingfang thought that he had heard wrongly. "Is it the little girl who was with you the other day? If I didn't remember wrongly, she hasn't succeeded in the body-refinement realm yet, right? Is she going to the Darkness Continent to court death? "
"She isn't the only one."
Sun Mo smiled. "It's good for her to go to the Darkness Continent in advance. I'll protect her."
"Wait a minute, may I be impudent? How many students do you have?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Six!"
Sun Mo replied honestly.
"How many?"
Zheng Qingfang was someone who was used to great storms. In the imperial court, he didn't even bat an eyelid when he saw his political enemies being stripped of their titles by the emperor or being beaten to death by the guards. But now, he was a little shocked!
"Six!"
Sun Mo stretched out his hand and gestured six.
Zheng Qingfang raised his hand and waved it in front of Sun Mo's eyes. "Have you been living a bad life recently? Are you hallucinating?"
It was no wonder that Zheng Qingfang didn't believe it. Acknowledging a teacher was a major event in one's life. After acknowledging a teacher, if one were to acknowledge another teacher, their reputation would be ruined. They would never be able to get rid of the title of a slave with two surnames.
Therefore, who wouldn't be cautious when it came to something that would only happen once in one's life?
It wasn't that Zheng Qingfang was looking down on Sun Mo. (You're just an intern teacher, right? Alright, even if you're employed, how can you possibly take in six students?)
(Wait a minute, this isn't the important point.)
"Little brother, I understand your urgent feeling of wanting to be a teacher, but you can't rush to take in a disciple. Once you do, you have to take care of the student like they're your child. You mustn't slack off in the slightest."
Zheng Qingfang hesitated a little but still said it. "If their aptitude and character aren't good, you can't take them in. Therefore, you have to observe them for a period of time!"
"I know. I'm very satisfied with my six students."
Sun Mo was very grateful to Zheng Qingfang. After all, he was a major character who had retired and had to pay attention to his image. He couldn't say such words that clearly showed that he was discriminating against students. However, he said it for Sun Mo's sake.
"You..."
Zheng Qingfang shook his head, feeling very disappointed. However, everyone had their own ambitions. "I have a student who has been by my side for too long. I wish to let him go to the Darkness Continent to broaden his horizons. Sun Mo, can you help me take care of him?"
Sun Mo started. After that, he felt warmth in his heart as he clasped his fists toward Zheng Qingfang. Zheng Qingfang was going to send an expert to protect him and his students.
Old Zheng was worried that if he said it out loud, he would lose face. Hence, he said something else.
"It's fine if you die, but that [Journey to the West] would be lost."
Zheng Qingfang was originally joking, but after saying that, he hurriedly spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Why did he say that he would die? How inauspicious.
"Why don't I recite it to you? I really don't feel like writing it anymore. "
How would Sun Mo have the time to do this?
"Think about it again. This book is extremely popular and is now as expensive as Jinling paper. In another two months, it wouldn't be a problem for it to sweep through the entire Tang Country."
Zheng Qingfang sighed. This book of Sun Mo's would be able to leave its name in history.
"Hehe!"
Sun Mo wasn't interested.
"You are really wasting a heavenly gift. An incomplete [Journey to the West] is simply the greatest regret in the history of Tang Country's literature."
Zheng Qingfang was extremely disappointed.
"Sorry, my dream is to educate people. Teaching a few good students who can achieve success and fame is more satisfying than writing an explosive book."
Sun Mo apologized.
After hearing this, Zheng Qingfang immediately felt deep veneration. He wore an ashamed look on his face as he clasped his fists toward Sun Mo. "The one who should apologize is you. My horizons are too narrow."
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Zheng Qingfang + 50. Friendly (90/100).
As a scholar and an important official of the imperial court, Zheng Qingfang was even clearer about the importance of talents. One could say that Sun Mo's dream was extremely lofty.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo hurriedly moved to the side. He couldn't accept such a great bow.
"Since I won't be able to see you writing the second half, why don't you recite it to my heart's content?"
Zheng Qingfang immediately turned into a giraffe waiting to be fed. He stared at Sun Mo anxiously.
"Alright!"
Sun Mo started to recite the plot.
Zheng Qingfang was in a daze as he listened. The 81 tribulations were truly amazing. This was especially so when the four of them mistakenly drank the Zimu River and became pregnant. He was instantly dumbfounded.
There was such a thing?
After that, it was Tang Sanzang showing mercy to Womanland. After hearing that Tang Sanzang was in love and Womanland was infatuated with the king, unwilling to marry in his lifetime, Zheng Qingfang immediately sighed.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you have finished massaging ten people and completed the mission. Reward: 1x black-iron treasure chest."
The system's notification suddenly rang out.
"..."
Sun Mo was speechless. (Isn't this delay a little too long?) He reckoned that he would have to stay together with Old Zheng today. Hence, he casually opened the treasure chest.
After a flash of light, there was nothing left.
"I'm very sorry, your luck isn't good. Please come again next time!"
After the system spoke, it couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed uproariously. (I have seen many people with bad luck, but it's really rare to see someone as unlucky as you.)
"..."
Sun Mo wanted to beat someone up. (I know I'm unlucky, but do I have to be so unlucky? Even if you are dark soil, you should at least give me a pinch of it, right?)
After hearing the system's ridicule, Sun Mo was about to scold it back when Old Zheng, who was at the side, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.
"Uncle Zheng?"
Sun Mo jumped in fright and hurriedly stretched out his hand to check his pulse.
"Old Master!"
At the instant Zheng Qingfang fell, seven burly men with anxious expressions immediately scuttled over from the forest at the side.
"Quick, clear the path!"
The burly man in the lead ran the fastest. He stretched out his hand and wanted to carry Zheng Qingfang.
"No way!"
Sun Mo grabbed the burly man's hand.
"Let go. If you delay Old Master's treatment, the heads of your entire family will be chopped off as an apology."
The burly man roared in rage.
"One of the blood vessels in his brain has ruptured. Even if you carry him and run for a minute, the jolting would be sufficient to cause more of his blood vessels to rupture and he would die."
As Sun Mo spoke, he placed his hands on Zheng Qingfang's head and performed the living blood technique.
"Ahh!"
Zheng Qingfang, who had a pale countenance and had already fainted, suddenly screamed in agony. He was in so much pain that his facial features contorted.
"What are you doing?"
The burly men were both shocked and angered. They pulled out their blades and faced each other.
"If you don't want him to die, just shut up!"
Sun Mo roared.
When the students who were passing by saw this scene, they immediately ran over. When they discovered that Sun Mo was surrounded, they immediately cried out.
"Teacher Sun is in danger!"
The students weren't afraid of these burly men. Instead, they stood in front of Sun Mo.
"Scram! Are you courting death?!"
Sun Mo roared at the students. He was really worried that these guards would be too nervous and pull out their blades to attack him.
"This is an old illness of our Old Master. Don't act recklessly, or someone might die!"
"Where's the doctor from your school? Quickly call him over!"
"Go and call your headmaster over!"
The guards shouted loudly.
"I said shut up. Can't you f * cking understand human language?"
Sun Mo was angered. "Don't distract me!"
For such cerebral hemorrhage, even in the modern era, as long as emergency treatment wasn't done in time, even if the patient's life was spared, he would either suffer from dementia or become paralyzed.
Sun Mo's living blood technique was only at the expert-grade. Without the genie's help, he could only do his best. "Go and tell Headmaster An!"
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