Chapter 171 Final Chapter 1

That's a scaled-down ladder model.

A curious eye is reflected on the transparent reflective glass.

The eyes are dark brown with slightly dilated pupils, showing a bit of silly innocence. The eyelashes are very long and thick, pressing on the eyes, making the eyes look quite deep and charming.

Wu You stood up, holding the glue in one hand and supporting his groaning waist with the other hand, then knelt beside the glass coffee table and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He still remembered that a few days ago, he saw a staircase model that suddenly appeared in the living room. At that time, he felt a chill on his back, and he quickly ignored it with a laugh, just wanting to live a life of drunkenness and dreams.

The result was that he got drunk and completely forgot about the thing, without leaving any trace in his memory, so much so that when he entered the living room today, he accidentally swept the thing and the paper towel covering it off the coffee table as garbage.

It was not until he heard a crisp sound that sounded like a moan that Wu You's hair stood on end and he remembered the existence of this thing.

He immediately and hastily turned the thing back from the trash can. There was actually a bag inside the trash can, but because it was too heavy, it hit the bottom for a while.

“…”

Then Wu You felt numb as he looked at the glass that shattered into dozens of pieces.

Help... Is there going to be someone suddenly jumping out and killing him?

The rest of the story is very simple. In order to make up for his mistake, Wu You found glue from every corner, squinted his eyes, and with shaking hands, he worked in front of the coffee table for nearly a day, just like every young person threading a needle, until the last piece of debris was perfectly fitted into the gap.

After Wu You nervously checked repeatedly to see if there were any mistakes or omissions, he finally wiped the sweat off his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

The glass stair model in front of you is extremely crystal clear, like a spring in the Tianshan Mountains, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

It's just glass, what's bad is that there are impurities in it.

There are a total of seven steps inside. Wu You couldn't remember how many steps appeared on the coffee table at the beginning, but it was not seven at least. However, Wu You was not going to explore the mystery of the self-reproduction of the steps. It was already very difficult for a little waste like him to survive. He could live one day at a time. Why bother about these things?

and……

Wu You couldn't help but sigh.

He touched his head which was aching slightly.

Lately his head has been aching from time to time. This kind of pain is almost the same as toothache. It won't kill you, but it can be life-threatening.

Wu You couldn't remember whether he had this hidden disease in his brain, but he took the title of "miracle doctor" that Lao Liu had typed out and gave himself the title. Then he took his own pulse and found that everything about him was fine except that he was a little sub-healthy.

Maybe it's played on an emulator.

Wu You pondered in his heart.

But it is impossible not to play the simulator!

Wu You raised his chin slightly and nodded.

After the tragic incident of the stair model shattering, Wu You stretched out his two little fingers this time and pushed the glued stair model into the coffee table with great caution. This time he did not dare to cover it with anything, but solemnly surrounded the stair model with something, fearing that it would be damaged again.

All kinds of things are arranged in an orderly manner according to Wu You's aesthetic taste, guarding the stair model in the middle. At first glance, it looks like a blooming flower of modern art, which is unforgettable.

Wu You pulled his hand away, nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly pulled his hand away, muttering to himself: "I hope your master will be happy when he comes back and sees such a perfect you."

Then don't bother him when you're happy!

Finally, Wu You tapped his feet, went to the warehouse with a sneaky feeling, took several large bags of potato chips and several bottles of fat house happy water, and left quickly. His movements were skilled enough that even a gust of bloated wind could blow quietly and silently.

Returning to the game room, Wu You immediately felt refreshed.

After all, the game emperor returned to his loyal country. His posture instantly became arrogant. He wrapped himself in a small blanket and put his feet on the game table. Even though he had fallen down before, it couldn't stop him from being so proud at this moment. He drank a sip of happy water and picked up the simulator.

【35 years old: Uh…

Aren’t these people a little too fanatical about who can make it onto the “List of the Gods”?

You are confused and deeply shocked.

No, no, as expected, you still refuse to leave your name on the List of Gods. You feel that if you do, you will have a dark history in your life.

You decisively refused. Facing the earnest doubts of your disciples, you vaguely said that you were not suitable. After all, you were already thirty years old and still acting like a middle school student. This was not very good. 】

The scholar's face was full of nonchalance, his eyelashes drooped, covering half of his slightly dark pupils, and even the two moles under the corners of his eyes showed fatigue. He was flipping through the book in his hands, leaning lazily on the chair, his ears slightly red, and this little bit of bright color subtly brought him a bit of fresh popularity.

What’s more important is the beauty, the ultimate beauty. Even if she is sitting on a high platform in such a leisurely posture, she is still beautiful.

He could hear from his heart that some of his disciples held their breath for a moment, and his eyes could hardly move away from his master. He turned his head and glared at those disciples in dissatisfaction, and the latter's master also slapped them a few times to help them wake up.

When traveling with the teacher, one has to face this situation. The teacher's beauty is unparalleled in the world, almost to the point where people forget the world at first sight. Even if the teacher has pity on you and wants to restrain herself a little, the stunning beauty can never be hidden. That beauty will shine through those gaps and those movements, little by little like the shining sun.

The disciples present were first shocked by the scholar's beauty, and then realized what the scholar had said.

A disciple who had just entered the sect not long ago was afraid that his master would not be able to take advantage of him, so he hurriedly said, "Grandmaster! The Conferred God List, which is led by the Emperor of Zhongzhou and participated in by various states, if it is really successful, then it will be a source of incense for all the states! How can you not have it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the senior sister beside him slapped the boy: "What are you talking about! Does the master need this little thing?"

"Who is the Grandmaster? Why do we need that damned Conferred God List?"

All the disciples present were thinking this.

That's right, they had been thinking wrong before! They always used their own fish eyes to judge the belly of the whale. After the scholar's reminder, they all understood!

The scholar is a weird god from thousands of years ago. He was a huge weird creature that dominated a certain area thousands of years ago. In this new list, the scholar gave it a little face, which is simply raising the status of this thing!

In essence, it is just a list, and whether it can really be successfully deified is still unknown!

Let the scholar give it a look, it will be highlighted! Does it deserve it?

If they don't look at the scholar's attitude, they will ignore it. What if they say something more and are no longer liked by the scholar in the future?

In the eyes of this group of people, the scholar's existence is the only true god in the world. Who else can be so impartial in teaching? He not only teaches them the ancient method of cultivating immortals that does not exist in this world, but also teaches them how to be a human being, a ghost and do other things. He even lets them walk on the streets openly and is envied rather than feared.

The scholar treated them so well, how could they repay his kindness with evil!

Thinking of this, many people and ghosts stared at the silly disciple with unfriendly eyes. They tried to impose their own ideas on the scholar. He really deserved a lesson!

The disciple shrank his head silently.

The scholar sighed slightly, but smiled and said, "The kid is thoughtful, but I'm really not interested in this thing."

He really didn't want to be laughed at by the children in the future. How could a person of his age still play the game of conferring gods? Not to mention feudal superstition, no one would really believe that after conferring gods, he would become a god after death, right? No way, no way?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable all over. When he thought again that hundreds of years later, perhaps a novelist would see this event, get some weird ideas in his head, write a book called "Investiture of the Gods", and then write himself as the emperor's teacher who said "Disciple, please stay", he felt as if countless Yan You were crawling on his body.

Eh… In order to avoid such a tragic future, he should just be a royal teacher whose name will go down in history, and forget about the rest and leave it to others.

Of course! The scholar is the first strange god in the world. He should be the one who announces the list. How come he is on the list? That’s right! If the list of gods is supposed to be conferred, the one who conferred them the title of god should be the master!

Everyone present thought so unconsciously, their eyes slightly brightening.

"Grandmaster!" The disciple was deeply moved and instantly felt like he was given a shot of chicken blood. The grandmaster said that he had a lot of heart! Ahahahaha!

Grabbing a few disciples who seemed to be new to him, he taught them Taoism for a long time. Feeling the accumulation of talent, the scholar left happily. Although he had not used his talent for many years and was a substitute everywhere, he had long cultivated a hobby in it. Seeing the talent accumulating and knowledge being passed on, he would have a kind of pleasure of hoarding, which made him unable to stop.

Most of his disciples have made great reputations, and quite a few of them were included in the initial draft of the List of Conferred Gods. Recently, his disciples have been upset and feel that it is simply unjust that he is not on the list. The scholar thanked God for this, as he did not want such an honor. Fortunately, when they entered the capital to prepare for the Conferred Gods, he gathered them together and had a good talk with them, making everything clear.

The scholar touched his chin. He believed in his appeal among students. Who wouldn't like a teacher who is both talented and good-looking? Moreover, students always loved him extraordinarily. This was a sure thing. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about leaving a black history.

The few disciples who were caught by the teacher for testing and teaching laughed for a long time.

Amid the envious and jealous gazes of his disciples, he coughed twice and showed off implicitly.

"Why did the teacher force you to take the test again? This is the third time!"

"It's obvious to them! They just happened to be standing close to the teacher!"

"That's right! They won't have a chance next time."

Congxin stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "We must fulfill the teacher's wish! The teacher has worked so hard! We must make the teacher live comfortably!"

"That's right! It's right from the heart!"

"That's the truth! Making the teacher happy is my way!"

“That’s my way too!”

"Be careful, the teacher hears you, or he'll give you a beating."

"...Well, it's not that I can't do that, but don't do it for too long, I'm afraid the teacher's hands will hurt, hehe."

"You wish!"

The scholar had no idea that after class, the students were doing activities during recess. He picked up Xiaohong, who had rubbed against his shoes from the house, and said, "Xiaohong, do you want to lose weight? I feel like you've gotten stronger recently."

Xiao Hong let out an angry fox cry. What do you mean by fat? His strength has increased! His body looks a bit fat and strong! He is not getting fat!

The scholar squinted his eyes and sat on the chair: "Well, mom hasn't been to the capital recently. The Conferred God Ceremony should be very lively. Mom really should come and see it. Xiaohong, let's find some time to go back home and bring mom over to watch the fun."

The scholar was secretly thinking about his plan.

Yan You looked at Cong Xin, whose eyes were sparkling and whose words were powerful. He was silent for a moment with his pen in hand, and then asked, "...I say, did your teacher agree to this?"

"Of course!" He was full of confidence.

"puff……"

A suppressed laugh came from beside him. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Liu Wei, the doctor who had taken out the panacea and cured his beloved disciple's illness. He couldn't help but smile at him, his eight teeth flashing brightly.

Liuwei couldn't hold it back any longer, so he leaned back against the young emperor and said with a smile, "I said, just agree. His disciples have all said that he likes it very much!"

Yan You pretended to be embarrassed for a moment: "...That's not good, didn't the Imperial Master say before..."

Liuwei raised his eyebrows when he heard that and exchanged a glance with Yan You. The two had a tacit understanding on their faces, as if they were saying, "We're all the same person a thousand years ago, why play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

Yan You immediately coughed lightly and smoothly changed the subject: "Of course, since the Imperial Master has made such a strong request, considering the Imperial Master's own ability, I really can't refuse!"

So, Yan You picked up the pen, Liuwei spread out a piece of paper for him, and wrote the decree with great swiftness. Yan You reached out and took the jade seal that Liuwei handed to him seamlessly, and with a "snap" sound, he stamped the document smoothly and naturally, as if he was afraid that the other person would go back on his word. Liuwei then took it and handed it to Congxin.

The close coordination and smooth transitions of their movements were almost breathtaking, as if they were afraid that someone would pop up and loudly object at this moment.

After taking the document from the heart, Yan You slowly added: "Tell the Emperor Master for me, good luck!"

And Congxin also happily replied: "Don't worry! It's guaranteed!"