Chapter 39 Chapter 39 He just wanted to practice swordplay...
Jiang Yan's notes saved many people.
Among them were many mentors including Taoist Wuyun.
Jiang Yan's notebook is placed on the desk in the classroom. It is public and anyone can read it.
Therefore, no one noticed that a few people sneaked into the school when everyone was resting in the dead of night.
There were rustling sounds and deliberately suppressed voices in the dim room.
This was accompanied by the rustling sound of pages being turned.
"Look, my dear colleagues, what did I say... This note is so complete! There are key points that were explained in detail in class, and there is also knowledge that was not explained in detail but that Jiang Yan learned on his own... Tsk tsk."
"Well, it's a good thing!"
"I can't stand it. It's so dark. What can you see? Please move aside and let me light a candle..."
The candle on the candlestick was lit, and the candlelight gradually illuminated the dark classroom, and also illuminated the faces of several people who were bending over the podium and "peeking" at their notes.
Those faces were the instructors who were so engrossed in drinking wine around the fire and appreciating the snow and the scenery a few days ago that they forgot to make time for the exams!
Taoist Wuyun said with emotion: "With this booklet, we don't need to rush to prepare the examination papers, nor do we need to worry about how to mark the key points for the students."
Colleagues praised him one after another: "That's right! Young friend Jiang Yan really saved people from danger."
It is not difficult for the instructors to make the examination papers; the difficulty lies in how to help the disciples of the Hehuan Sect within a reasonable range.
Now that we have this "Exam Question Range", isn't it much easier? It saves a lot of trouble!
As for whether the Hehuan Sect disciples could pass the exam...
The correct answers are all here. If you don’t memorize them, don’t blame them for being heartless!
The instructors were all happy. Each of them had a candlestick and a notebook. They found a table and chair to sit down and began to ask questions based on the key points circled in their notes.
After three o'clock in the morning, they closed the booklets with the questions one after another and put the notebooks back on the table in front of them unopened.
"Daoist friend, let's go make some wine?"
"Walk!"
After blowing out the candles, they walked away arm in arm, swaggering.
The next day, a student stopped the lecturer with a pitiful look on his face and asked, "Sir, you haven't even defined the scope of the exam for us yet."
The lecturer stroked his beard and pointed mysteriously at the notebook on the desk.
"Here they are. They are all there. Carry them yourself."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked away leisurely.
The disciples looked at each other.
"What does this mean?"
"Did the teacher also look through Senior Brother Jiang's notes and find that they overlapped with the test questions, so he kindly reminded us to memorize the answers?"
"That must be it!"
The disciples were immediately excited:
"Oh, the sequence I drew is number 27. I don't know if I'll make it in time... People in front of me, you should copy faster!"
"Why don't we work in pairs and put the notes in the middle? Wouldn't that be faster?"
"That makes sense! Those who have already finished copying can also borrow it from other disciples. This way, everyone can recite it in time."
Everyone organized everything spontaneously and quickly.
I can also find time to send someone to inform Jiang Yan.
**
"……What did you say?"
Jiang Yan was confused.
Standing in front of him was a tall and big disciple, Pang Yunhu.
Pang Yunhu came to relay some "rumors".
"You mean, several instructors unanimously designated my notes as exam-specific review materials?"
Jiang Yan was surprised and confused. This matter sounded unbelievable.
"That's true, Senior Brother." Pang Yunhu said with reason: "Based on our observations and the experience provided by the senior brothers and sisters of the previous class, several teachers have always been procrastinating and are used to preparing test questions at least one month in advance."
"There are only four days left, which must not be enough time. Therefore, some people speculated that the teacher might have looked through the senior brother's notes, was overjoyed, and directly used the scope marked by the senior brother to set questions." Pang Yunhu said.
Jiang Yan: “…”
It’s a difficult operation to evaluate.
Pang Yunhu said, "The other fellow disciples are seizing the time to copy and recite. Because my senior brother gave me some special lessons, I was able to take the time to come and report... Well, having said that, I haven't thanked my senior brother yet."
Pang Yunhu touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and looked a little silly when he smiled.
"We are one family, no need to be polite."
Jiang Yan asked for gossip in a tactful way: "You and Senior Brother Fan Yang——"
Pang Yunhu: "When we get married, we will definitely send you wedding invitations and wedding candies. We will also let you sit at the main table. How about that?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Jiang Yan wanted to say something but stopped.
But Fan Yang has no plans to marry you.
Even with Jiang Yan's emotional intelligence, he knew that if he said this, something bad would definitely happen.
never mind.
Let’s not mention it.
Jiang Yan swallowed what he wanted to say and sincerely wished: "I wish your wish will come true and everything goes well."
Pang Yunhu said happily: "Then I will borrow your good words, brother!"
"...Sure, sure."
Jiang Yan watched Pang Yunhu leave, eyes full of sympathy.
Regarding the test paper, Jiang Yan thought that everyone was just making random guesses, but he didn't expect that they turned out to be right.
In the examination room, no one could understand Jiang Yan's complicated feelings when he saw the test paper.
It looks so familiar.
Every word and sentence can be found in his notes.
He didn't expect that when he casually helped a classmate, his notes turned out to be exam questions!
It's just outrageous.
Jiang Yan flipped through the paper in silence and finished the exam in silence.
He was the first to hand in his paper.
This is normal.
As a reference for the questions, I certainly know the answer to this question. Not to mention that he knows all the knowledge by heart, not only can he recite it backwards, but he can also draw inferences from one example.
All the disciples finished the exam happily and thanked Jiang Yan again and again afterwards.
Taoist Wuyun happened to pass by and also said "thank you".
Jiang Yan: “…”
The mood is very subtle.
**
Time flies, and the New Year is coming soon.
Ever since the end-of-term test, the rich academic atmosphere of the entire Hehuan Sect disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
They started playing cards in the place where they were originally reading. The disciples who used to go to bed late and get up late retreated into their quilts again, sighing a comfortable sigh.
In the grove, either the disciples were talking about love, or Jiang Yan, who was innocently passing by and didn't want to eavesdrop, was practicing swordplay.
“…”
Couple over there, stop kissing!
Jiang Yan couldn't stand it, he just wanted to practice sword skills normally.
Having good hearing is also a torture.
Others couldn't hear him practicing sword, but he could hear the couple's affectionate love.
I really don't understand why they had to go into the woods to kiss!
It's unsightly.
Jiang Yan coldly put away his sword, turned around and left, deciding to take a break during this time.
After working diligently throughout the year, it's time to take a break.
The entire Hehuan Sect was decorated with lights and everyone wore brightly colored new clothes, creating a festive atmosphere.
In a secluded place, Jiang Yan met two groups of people.
One of them was the owner of the Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce in Anshui Town. The other party sent a bunch of gifts, and new clothes for the season were already basic operations.
In addition, there are also elixirs and magic tools suitable for immortal cultivators, as well as several extremely valuable spiritual herbs.
What surprised Jiang Yan the most was that the shopkeeper actually gave him a sturdy box. When he opened it, he found several fat black-armored poisonous insect corpses inside.
"The insect is poisonous. Please be careful when making the medicine. If you get poisoned accidentally, there are antidote pills here." The shopkeeper handed over a jade bottle.
Jiang Yan asked: "How do you know that I like to use poisonous insects to make medicine? ... Making medicine, not refining pills?"
The shopkeeper bowed and said, "Of course there is another master who gave instructions. I am just following orders."
Jiang Yan: “Who?”
The shopkeeper smiled without saying anything, bowed, apologized and went down the mountain.
Jiang Yan seemed to realize something and stood there in a daze for a long time.
The second is Manager Song from the cafeteria.
Manager Song did not send anything that would not go wrong, such as elixirs, nor did he send any expensive spiritual plants.
But he gave me a complete set of new, improved and extremely durable tools for tending medicinal fields, including scissors, hoes, watering cans, and everything else.
If it was something else, Jiang Yan might have nodded and thanked him in a noble and cold manner.
But this is a farming suit!
There is also a farmer's straw hat that automatically grows or shrinks to match the wearer's head shape.
That sounds cool.
Jiang Yan's heart was captured by the straw hat and he put it on happily on the spot.
He thanked me sincerely.
Steward Song said, "You don't have to be polite, Immortal Lord. These are the instructions given by the young master before he went into seclusion."
Jiang Yan paused for a moment: "...it really is Jing Yun."
Steward Song smiled and said, "If it weren't for the young master, who else could understand your preferences so well?"
Jiang Yan thought about it, a slight smile in his eyes.
"That's true."
"Then I will take my leave."
Manager Song bowed, said goodbye and left.
Jiang Yan noticed the subtle difference.
Manager Song is different from the shopkeeper of Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce. The latter always calls himself "villain" or "small one", but Manager Song calls himself "subordinate".
Although he restrained himself very well, Jiang Yan could still feel Manager Song's aura as calm and heavy as an abyss.
It was obvious that he was a powerful cultivator, someone Gu Jingyun specially sent to protect him.
Jiang Yan returned to his own yard.
The farming set that was sent to me was used immediately.
He picked up a hoe and a long-mouthed watering can, took off his shoes and socks, and went to the medicinal field to plant the crops.
Although spiritual plants are delicate, they are not unable to withstand the use of magic spells to turn the soil and water them.
Jiang Yan was simply enjoying the process of farming.
He stepped on the ground, surrounded by flowers and plants, and his hands brushed over petals and green leaves. The breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, and the leaves seemed to sway slightly as if they had spirits, responding to him.
For Jiang Yan, this is the most relaxing thing to do besides practicing.
Jiang Yan opened up a small field in the backyard. When it snowed in the winter, he built a greenhouse and carved a magic circle on the greenhouse to prevent severe cold and snow.
The greenhouse not only grows various native spiritual plants from the world of cultivation, but also plants from the world of magic. In addition, it also grows several elf fruit trees.
It takes time for fruit trees to grow, so Jiang Yan prepared nutritional potions for them and used natural magic to promote plant growth.
Unfortunately, half a year later, the elf tree did not grow as expected.
Some of the fruits couldn't even sprout. Even though Jiang Yan took careful care of them and tried his best, only one successfully broke through the soil and grew into a crooked little sapling with roots.
This doesn't make sense.
The weeds next to it were growing wildly every day, and the first thing Jiang Yan did after class every day was to weed them.
The spiritual plants that were also infused with nutrient potions have already blossomed and borne fruit, but the elf tree is showing no signs of movement.
Jiang Yan adjusted the brim of his hat, leaned the hoe at an angle, and looked down at the slightly swaying single seedling, as if thinking about something.
Could it be that the elven trees cannot grow because they are not adapted to the local climate and environment outside the elves’ territory?
It might be better if it were under the shade of the mother tree.
Jiang Yan carried with him a branch of the Elf Mother Tree.
This is a sacred object given by the tribe to those who go out to study. It is a souvenir and a symbol of belonging to the elves.
The Elf Mother Tree absolutely protects every little elf, just as a mother's love for her children never ends.
Within her absolute domain, any spell will be ineffective and no poisonous or evil creatures can approach. It is the last line of defense of the elves.
The branches of the mother tree have the effect of protecting the elves, but compared to the absolute domain, the effectiveness of a branch is much weaker.
Jiang Yan thought that if he planted the branches in the soil, as close to the elf tree as possible, perhaps the elf tree would be able to sense the call of the mother tree, be protected by the mother tree, and grow and bear fruit smoothly.
He has hesitated for a long time.
Finally gave up.
If the elf tree fails to be planted, the most you can do is save the elf fruit for eating, but you can't sell it for money.
But he could not leave the branches of the mother tree.
The importance of the Mother Tree to the elves is self-evident. In the eyes of Jiang Yan, who was forced to travel far away from his hometown, the branches of the Mother Tree are no different from the spiritual stones left to him by his parents.
Whether or not you can protect yourself is secondary.
It's more of a longing for home.
Jiang Yan did not stay in the medicine field all the time, and the yard was not blocked, so anyone could come in.
Even if the front door is locked, you can still climb over the backyard wall.
Although I don’t want to make malicious assumptions about others…
But for some accidents, it is better to nip them in the bud. This way, it will be better for everyone.
Jiang Yan watered the elf tree with spiritual spring water and touched its leaves.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Yan whispered, "But I still think the mother tree is more important. You think so too, right?"
Of course the elf tree couldn't speak, only its leaves lay gently in Jiang Yan's palm.
Being close to natural spirits is the instinct of plants and trees in the world.
Jiang Yan touched the sapling and decided to stay with it when he had time in the future, hoping that his breath could help it grow quickly.
“…Yan’er, Yan’er——”
The call of Master Hehuan came from not far away.
Jiang Yan turned around and shouted, "Master, I'm in the backyard!"
When Master Hehuan walked around the corridor, he saw his little disciple who was as cold and pure as a snow lotus on an iceberg. He was wearing a small straw hat, his trouser legs rolled up high, his feet dug into the soil, a hoe on his shoulder, and carrying a water bottle and a vegetable basket in his hands.
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
No matter how many times I watch it, it's still so impactful.
The cold beauty image of the little apprentice Gaoling Zhihua can be destroyed with just a hoe.
Lady Jiang came back carrying a hoe. Her legs were straight and slender. Her skin was smooth and delicate under her rolled-up trouser legs. Her toes were round. Even though she was covered in mud and wearing a down-to-earth farmer's straw hat, it couldn't hide her unparalleled elegance.
Master He Huan: “…………”
Um.
It seems that beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. Yan'er is beautiful even when playing in the mud.
I feel relieved.
Jiang Yan bent down to put the tools back into the storage area and hung his straw hat on a hook on the wall. He used a cleaning spell to remove the dirt and dust on his body, then put his trousers down and put on his shoes and socks.
In the blink of an eye, she appeared again as a spotless and cool beauty.
"Master, you called me, is there something you want to tell me?" Jiang Yan asked.
Only then did Master Hehuan react and slapped his thigh.
"Oh, I came to tell you about the mutton pot."
"pot?"
"Yes, this winter is the best time to cook hotpot. Isn't the New Year coming in two days? I was too lazy to go down the mountain, so I asked the canteen's steward Song to help me prepare some mutton for a mutton hotpot. Originally, I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect that when Steward Song heard that our courtyard wanted to eat it, he immediately agreed."
“…”
"He's really nice! He got everything done in less than a day. I've seen the list. In addition to the best fresh mutton, he also prepared a lot of meat and vegetables, and even Huadiao wine. He's really thoughtful!"
“…”
"I also called Yushan and Yang'er to come along. For some reason, Yushan started cursing after learning about this. She also told me to just tell her if I had anything to do and not to go find Manager Song. Have they ever had any conflicts?"
“…………”
He Huan Zhenren wondered, "Yan'er, why don't you speak?"
Jiang Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said weakly: "I, I don't know anything."
He Huan Zhenren was silent for a while, and then said earnestly: "Yan'er, if you can't lie in the future, don't tell lies. I will teach you a trick: silence is golden."
Jiang Yan said obediently: "Oh."
The master and disciple returned to the front yard together.
True Man Hehuan praised his young disciple all the way because his grades were all A's, making him the best student the Hehuan Sect had ever had.
At the end, he sighed and said, "It's a good thing you didn't choose the music class, otherwise you wouldn't have got full A's."
Jiang Yan: “?”
He reminded: "Master, it's not that I didn't choose, but Elder Yu, who teaches music, thinks my flute sound is too perfect and I don't need to go to class. If I insist on going, I will definitely get full marks."
"Uh-huh."
Master Hehuan responded sincerely and smiled politely, never puncturing his little disciple's sweet dream.
Because Jiang Yan was following behind, he did not see the perfunctory smile of Master He Huan, otherwise he would have taken out his bamboo flute and debated with him.
As they walked, perhaps because Manager Song was mentioned earlier, Master Hehuan started talking about his gossip.
He also mentioned the "young man from a noble family" who remains mysterious until now.
"So, it would be great if someone could find out the true identity of that disciple. Let's hear what the sect is saying!" said Zhenren Hehuan.
Jiang Yan probed: "How did everyone spread it?"
He Huan Zhenren: "There are all kinds of rumors. Some say that the man is a royal descendant of the current dynasty, so he has the power to order Zuixianlou around. Others say that he is the son of a wealthy businessman, and he paid a huge sum of money to bribe Zuixianlou."
"If you ask me, he might be a second-generation immortal, and is very much loved by his family. His elder must be a powerful cultivator, and his family has a spiritual stone mine. So he is rich and powerful, and he can get whatever he wants in the world of cultivation. Zuixianlou dare not disobey."
Jiang Yan said, "Master, you are wrong. That person has never threatened Zuixianlou, and he has no power or influence in the cultivation world. He is not famous, and he is not a member of the royal family or the son of a wealthy businessman as everyone has guessed."
Master Hehuan suddenly stopped and turned back like a sunflower.
"Do you know who that person is?"
Jiang Yan nodded.
"Tell me who it is!" Master Hehuan was itching to know the truth.
Jiang Yan didn't say anything.
He Huan Zhenren wondered: "Why didn't you say anything?"
Jiang Yan answered seriously: "Master, silence is golden. You just taught me that."
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Yan'er, did you do it intentionally or unintentionally?
Why are the words so irritating sometimes, but the expression is so innocent.
It's really confusing.
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