Zheng Wu Hui stood up and asked earnestly, "Sir, can drinking alcohol make one an immortal?"
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's just a legend."
After saying that, Bai Qingqing thought that this place was different from Blue Star; here, one could truly cultivate to become an immortal or god.
Hasn't Master Niu already done that?
Although the Heavenly Dao Laws that enabled him to advance to the Immortal Realm were written for him by himself, it was indeed possible for him to advance.
Thinking of this, Bai Qingqing added, "All paths in the world are the same; as long as you master them to the extreme, you can achieve great things in any of them."
All the cultivators showed a look of sudden realization.
"Thank you for your explanation, sir." Zheng Wuhui cupped his hands and said, "Listening to your words is more valuable than reading a whole book."
Before Zheng Wu Hui could finish speaking, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Wukong couldn't help but roll his eyes.
“A single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of study,” Wukong corrected.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Zheng Wu Hui patted his leg and nodded repeatedly, not feeling embarrassed at all: “Wukong is right, that’s exactly it.”
He doesn't like reading.
I had heard Wukong mention this before, but I hadn't remembered it.
"Lord Zheng, please sit down." Bai Qingqing smiled and said, "Next, I will recite the entire text of 'Ode to a Knight' for you."
"Zhao's guest wears a silk tassel on his hat, his Wu hook sword gleams like frost and snow. His silver saddle shines on his white horse, swift as a shooting star..."
Bai Qingqing's melodious voice seemed to unfold a long scroll and place it directly in front of everyone.
Especially when Bai Qingqing recited "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles," Luo Xingran suddenly trembled, and his eyes instantly turned sharp.
"Who can write the 'Tai Xuan Jing' for you, even with your white hair?" Bai Qingqing quickly finished reciting the entire text.
At that very moment, a commotion erupted in the classroom.
The desk in front of Zheng Wanning exploded.
Fortunately, the people around her reacted quickly, raising their hands to create a spiritual energy shield that isolated the shattered pieces of the desk.
“Wan Ning…” Zheng Wu Hui called out worriedly.
Zheng Wanning did not answer, but instead drew a long sword and flew away from the school.
Right there in the open space outside the house, he practiced swordplay while reciting poetry.
"Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook sword shines like frost and snow..."
With each sentence Zheng Wanning recited, the aura emanating from his longsword suddenly increased.
By the time the entire poem was finished, Zheng Wanning's swordplay had reached its peak.
Then, the longsword slashed down.
A long streak of sword light appeared to cleave the heavens and earth.
Niu Shanming's expression changed, and he immediately summoned the Sea-Turning Seal.
At the same time, a loud phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and the reflection of glass lamps appeared.
Besides the phoenix's cry, there was also a dragon's roar.
In addition, there was a dazzling golden light.
With coordinated movements from all sides, the sword light was quickly dispersed.
Even so, Bai Wenyuan and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment.
Although Zheng Wanning is only at the third level of the Transformation Realm, they could clearly see that his sword moves were extremely powerful.
They are so powerful that even these half-step immortal realm experts might not be able to escape unscathed.
Fortunately, there was Mr.'s glass lamp.
But what about the dragon's roar and the golden light?
As if knowing their confusion, Wukong secretly transmitted a message to remind them: "The dragon's roar is from the Dark Abyss Dragon Land, and the golden light is the plaque inscribed by the master."
Everyone then realized what was happening.
At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "As expected, the gentleman is the most amazing."
Zheng Wanning comprehended such a powerful spiritual skill simply by reciting an ancient poem.
They will definitely be able to do it in the future.
Only after the sword strike subsided did Zheng Wanning snap out of his profound realization.
Recalling everything that had just happened, her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale, and she stammered, "S-Sir, just now, just now I..."
She really didn't mean it.
After the gentleman finished reading the poem, she unconsciously entered a state of sudden enlightenment.
I had no idea that his swordplay would be so powerful after his enlightenment.
Fortunately, Master Niu intervened.
If she damages Tianyuan Academy, she will have made a grave mistake.
Actually, Zheng Wanning was overthinking it.
Putting aside the fact that the Dark Abyss Dragon Soil used to build the academy contained the blood of the divine beast Azure Dragon Xingyi, cultivators in this world simply could not break through its defenses.
Moreover, there is a plaque personally inscribed by Bai Qingqing, and a glass lamp that she personally modified to suppress evil spirits.
It was just a mere wisp of sword energy.
It's no wonder Zheng Wanning overthinks things; Niu Shanming and the others didn't think of it either.
"Impressive," Bai Qingqing praised. "This is only the first lesson, and you've already grasped the sword techniques, and you seem quite powerful."
She saw the shimmering light of the glass lamps, the cry of the phoenix, the roar of the dragon, and the golden light.
I can guess that it's the glass lamp and the dark ravine dragon soil.
As for the golden light, she automatically attributed it to the Dark Abyss Dragon Soil or the Glazed Lamp.
Zheng Wanning suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with joy: "Really, really?"
The gentleman not only didn't blame her, but even praised her.
"Hmm." Bai Qingqing nodded. "It seems this ancient poem is destined for you. I'll copy it down and give it to you later."
"Thank you, sir." Zheng Wanning was even happier.
“Sir, I have only grasped the essence of this sword technique; it doesn’t have a name yet,” Zheng Wanning said. “Please, sir, bestow upon it a name.”
“You learned your sword technique from the novel ‘The Wanderer’s Journey’, so how about we call it ‘Wanderer’s Sword’? What do you think?” Bai Qingqing thought for a moment and said.
Actually, she originally wanted to say "killing sword", after all, the line that impressed her the most in this poem was "killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles".
However, that sounds a bit awful, so let's just call it "Heroic Swordsman".
“The Swordsman…” Zheng Wanning murmured twice, then smiled broadly and said, “This is a good name, I like it very much, thank you, sir.”
In this lesson, Bai Qingqing only talked about one poem, "Ode to a Knight-Errant".
One reason was to help them learn spiritual skills; another was that she wanted to promote Chinese culture.
Everyone listened very attentively.
However, apart from Zheng Wanning, no one else comprehended the spiritual technique.
In the afternoon, after checking the children's homework again, Bai Qingqing went to give a separate alchemy lesson to the ten alchemists.
Although it was called an alchemy class, the first lesson mainly focused on identifying medicinal herbs and their various properties.
Among the ten alchemists, Yun Tong is the best.
She has been an alchemist for many years, has rich experience in alchemy, and is quite famous in the Central Continent.
But after listening to Bai Qingqing's class today, she discovered that everything she had learned, thought, and done was wrong.
Not only was it wrong, it was terribly wrong.
Now, she has realized the mistakes she made in alchemy. As long as she corrects them in time, her alchemy skills will definitely make a qualitative leap.
The gentleman was indeed a gentleman; with just a few words, he was able to guide her out of her confusion.
Yun Tong looked at Bai Qingqing with fervent admiration.
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