Li Chenglong sat on the sofa, still feeling indignant and unable to calm down for a long time.
His lungs were about to explode from anger.
When he first heard these things, Li Chenglong already felt like he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. Now that it came out of his own mouth, he became even angrier.
He faintly heard Zuo Xiaoduo murmur a sentence.
"It's just that these people have never met … unreasonable people before …"
Li Chenglong was stunned.
Zuo Xiaoduo had already gone upstairs and disappeared.
Li Chenglong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
For a moment, his hair stood on end.
Because he thought of something.
Zuo Xiaoduo … seemed to … have never reasoned with anyone other than his own people?!
Even if he occupied the absolute height of reason, he still never said anything reasonable from his mouth.
The so-called reason did not exist with Zuo Xiaoduo.
Including that time when Li Chenglong was beaten up by students from other classes, Zuo Xiaoduo blocked the door to beat him up. The reason was completely on Zuo Xiaoduo's side, but Zuo Xiaoduo had never tried to be reasonable from the beginning to the end, and dealt with it in a normal way.
"I'm here to beat people up, or to be beaten up, not to reason!"
This was Zuo Xiaoduo's style of doing things!
Li Chenglong's eyes lit up.
He seemed to understand Zuo Xiaoduo's meaning.
They had already used such dirty means, and they still wanted to look for evidence everywhere, and then take action after getting the evidence?
In this world, how could there be so much reason to talk?
As long as they were sure that they were on the opposite side, they just had to fight!
One by one, one by one, there would be a time when they were right!
"It's a pity that our current strength is far from enough. If only Zuo and I were at the cultivation level above the God Reining Realm, we could ignore everything else and directly fight …"
Li Chenglong muttered to himself.
Zuo Xiaoduo went upstairs and sat in front of the window.
He wanted to calm his heart that was about to explode from the excitement just now.
However, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Then, he suddenly did a few somersaults on the bed and hummed a little tune. "Come on, it's fun … Anyway, there's … plenty of time …"
Then, he winked at the mirror, "Woof woof woof … Awoo … Wahahaha …"
He really succeeded in making himself laugh.
His gloomy mood was swept away.
Only then did he take out the Void Extermination Pagoda from his spatial ring.
He put on all the weights that could be worn.
He took out the training hammer from his ring and entered the Tower of Annihilation in a flash.
The sound of the wind rose rapidly in the Tower of Void Extermination.
But Zuo Xiaoduo's bedroom was silent.
…
In the morning, Class One officially started their first class.
The whole class found that Wen Xingtian didn't seem energetic today. He even looked a little tired and dispirited. His whole person seemed to be haggard.
Teacher Wen went to the podium and was silent for a while. He called out four or five people in a row and used his Primordial Qi to check the meridians of these people again. He was silent for a long time and said, "Your cultivation methods still need to be changed. After days of fighting, I found that I neglected a very important thing after analyzing your performance in the battle. That is, cultivation aptitude and personal intelligence are not equal. So … the few of you still need to change. "
Wen Xingtian paused and said, "Later, I will personally take you to the Pavilion of Martial Arts and choose a few secret books … The kind that doesn't need to use your brains."
The true meaning of this sentence was very funny, but no one in the class laughed.
Everyone could see that Wen Xingtian had racked his brains and spent a lot of effort in these three days of testing.
The current situation of each student was firmly engraved in his heart. Then he carried out a comprehensive analysis.
Everyone's name, height, weight, age when they started, what stage they were at, what achievements they had, the original direction of cultivation, how they changed to other cultivation methods, the best time to cut in …
What kind of evaluation were the three touches and five comments, what level they were at, and what kind of talent they had.
Who had habitual movements in the fist art, who had what kind of subconscious reactions in battle, whether they were good at dealing with different kinds of opponents …
Who had long arms, who had short legs, who had long upper body and short lower body, who had short upper body and short lower body, who had short upper body and short lower body, who had strong bridge and horse but lacked flexibility, who was overly flexible but had an unstable foundation.
Who had excessive pursuit of power, who had excessive pursuit of skill, who had a cold personality, who had a strong desire to kill, who had a big picture view, who was worthy of the students' reliance …
Who was suitable to use a saber, who was suitable to use a sword, who was suitable to use other weapons, who was suitable for assassination, who was suitable to be trained as an assassin, who could be trained as a shadow, who could be trained as a general or a commander …
Who was suitable to be a spy and carry out special missions …
If they were to form a team, other than those who had already formed their own teams, who was the most suitable to form a team with and who could complement each other the most …
Wen Xingtian had sorted out all of the above mentioned matters once through.
Now, it could be said that except for Zuo Xiaoduo, all of the thirty-five students, himself, his parents, and his original teacher, did not know as much as Wen Xingtian!
The effort he had put in to this was unimaginably vast!
For the past three days, the students had been fighting non-stop and cultivating non-stop. Wen Xingtian, on the other hand, had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights. He had been paying attention to the students and paying attention to every detail of the students.
Every student was a book. Some were easy to read and understand and easy to set up. Some were like a deep pool that could not be immediately seen to the bottom. They needed to be explored, analyzed, and targeted.
"How can it be so easy to be a teacher, especially a teacher of high martial arts?"
This was what the old teacher in charge of the teaching group had said when Wen Xingtian had first joined the school.
"In the martial arts schools below, many of the teachers' cultivation levels are not high and their skills are limited. It is very easy for them to teach the students astray. They will impart their own habits, movements, and mistakes to the students. "
"Therefore, in the first month of high martial arts school, the initial period is the most precious. You must, must, must, discover all of their mistakes during this time and correct them as much as possible."
"In the first month of high intensity battles, do not worry about the students getting hurt. Especially remember, in battles between people with similar cultivation levels, if there are frequent situations of rapid defeat or serious injury, the loser must have a major flaw or fatal mistake. "
"The main purpose of the first month is to fix, to change, to straighten all these crooked trees … But for those students with strong personalities, do not force them to fix. Just let their personalities grow wild!"
"Even if you die of exhaustion, within the first week, you must grasp all the information of all the students. Not only must you memorize it in your heart, but you must also engrave it in your mind and heart!"
"In the past, when a teacher saw his own disciple fighting with the enemy on the battlefield, he should have won … But because of a habit that the teacher did not notice, he exposed a flaw and finally died in the hands of the enemy … He felt guilty for the rest of his life! He regretted it for the rest of his life! "
"You must put your heart into it! You can be strict, you can scold, you can mock, you can use any method you want. But no matter what method you use, you must put your heart into it. Put your heart into correcting the flaws of your students, correct the shortcomings of your students! "
"Give your all to your students, because the future of the entire continent is in your hands!"
That year, the old teacher's words echoed in Wen Xingtian's mind day and night.
Since the battle at the Sun Moon Pass that year, he had injured his meridians and felt that there was no hope for him to reach the top in this life. But thinking of his own talent and fighting experience, he was not willing to be buried in the battlefield like this, so he turned back to teach at the Hidden Dragon School.
After seven hundred years of teaching, the number of students who came out under Wen Xingtian's tutelage had long been unknown. Perhaps there were high and low cultivation levels, big and small abilities, but none of them had any basic flaws or unnecessary actions.
He was like a repairman who was strict to the point of almost obsessive-compulsive disorder. He trimmed each tree until it was straight to the point where it could grow into a tree.
He nurtured each and every baby eagle until it could fly in the sky and absorb nutrients in the sky to grow. Then, he let it fly and soar in the sky …
The Hidden Dragon School was plagued by internal and external troubles. Evil winds and evil spirits attacked from all sides, but it was still able to stand tall among the three great martial artists. It was because the Hidden Dragon School had such a group of brilliant teachers who could not be defeated and could not be defeated!
All of them were the dreamlike strength of the high school that Ye Changqing had painstakingly brought up single-handedly!
As the saying goes, a great teacher must have a great teacher before having a great teacher. This was a matter of order!
There were many teachers like this in the Hidden Dragon School. Every one of them poured their heart and blood into their students. Every graduation season, the ones who cried the most often were not the students, but these teachers.
This was because … they had poured too much heart and blood into their students!
They did not cry for departing, but for their own students. Once they left, those students who rushed to the battlefield … would not survive for ten years!
The piles of bones that were sacrificed on the battlefield and turned into tombstones were filled with the heart and blood of the teachers of the Hidden Dragon School. Every death affected the hearts of the teachers!
Every year, the teachers of the Hidden Dragon School would organize a group to go to the frontline cemetery to visit their deceased students.
A teacher held onto his student's tombstone and cried bitterly, "I only hate that I taught you too well! Your bones are too hard! Child, even if you take a step back, so what?! "
In these three days and three nights, Wen Xingtian had created thirty-six files for each of his students. In the future, he would continue to add to the files as he discovered them!
This was his compulsory course. He would do this homework every time he taught a new class!
From now until the graduation season. At that time, every student's file would be at least a foot thick! The amount of heart and blood he had spent on this was unimaginable!
Of course, there were exceptions.
For example, Zuo Xiaoduo.
After he had finished creating Zuo Xiaoduo's file, he threw it aside.
"There is only one way to deal with this b * tch, and that is to ruthlessly beat him up!"
Wen Xingtian looked at Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes with great interest.
This was … a sign that he could go all out.
…
[Maybe some people will think that this chapter is too lame …]
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