Chapter 169: Three Days of Separation
The two of them wanted to discuss that they could turn on a one-way soundproof formation so that sound could only come in but not out.
If you feel the sound, you can turn on the anti-interference formation and perform the spell on the spot to prevent affecting others and preventing others from affecting you.
You can even turn on the anti-disturbance listening mode throughout the whole process, so that you can only hear the teaching and not be affected by any external factors.
In short, a simple concave laboratory table-like desk integrates many formation functions that are difficult to achieve with high technology, and almost meets all the listening needs of a disciple.
The podium and desk belonging to the teaching are a large-scale composite formation, mainly illusion formation, which is convenient for Wang Zijia to give various explanations. It can even perform biological mimicry in the entire classroom, turning the classroom into a lawn and other functions.
In other words, the entire teaching room is a large-scale composite formation, the podium is the core of the formation, and the desks below are formation nodes.
Because the functions are more complicated, Wang Zijia was given a relatively thick document, similar to an operation manual.
"I heard that the teacher this time is a senior brother?"
"Yes, I heard that too, so I came here to join in the fun and see what's new."
"I don't know how powerful this senior brother is. I have been stuck in the entry level of rune control for more than three years, and I have almost asked all the second-grade uncles for advice."
"Don't be so fanciful. What else do you want to gain from the C-grade hall?"
"Or should I go to the A-grade teaching hall and find those recognized ace teaching uncles to try to get some special treatment?"
"I do think that I need a connection, and they need to think highly of me. For someone like me who can be stuck in the three basic skills of rune magic for several years without mastering it, then I can't even get those uncles to hide from me."
"Yes, it's easy to make their reputation worse."
"You..."
"I heard that this time it's a genius brother, the kind that the owner of the building personally hired!"
"Hey, isn't it just the big families praising each other and cultivating resumes? Who doesn't know it?"
"Yes, Fulou has hired seven geniuses in the past ten years, and what's the result? The only one who has real skills is Uncle Qiang!"
"Uncle Qiang is now one of the gold medals of the Jiazi Hall, so don't talk about him."
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When Wang Zijia came to the lecture hall, he heard the noisy discussions.
He came to his podium as if he didn't notice it and began to organize some things. After An Xingsheng put down his things, he quietly walked to a corner of the hall and waited.
The discussion below gradually became smaller and quieter. Even those who wanted to discuss subconsciously opened the soundproof ban within the range of their respective concave tables.
After Wang Zijia got familiar with the situation for a moment, he immediately glanced down.
The entire hall was very large. The concave tables that looked like laboratory tables were about one or two square meters, and there were more than a hundred concave tables, covering the entire hall of about three to five hundred square meters.
Probably because this was a free class, more than two hundred seats were already full among the more than a hundred concave tables. The outer disciples, who were either in the middle or late stages of the boyhood, were looking at Wang Zijia on the huge podium with either expectation or scrutiny.
"I am Wang Zijia, a peak boy, and a new Dao Seed in the Sutra Library." Wang Zijia looked at everyone, and without any modesty, he directly threw out the most intimidating title.
"What?"
"Do we have Dao Seeds in Fulou to teach?"
"Is it true!"
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As Wang Zijia introduced himself simply and concisely, everyone below was a little excited and discussed with each other.
Wang Zijia paused for a moment, giving everyone some time to react, and then continued to speak, "Now that I am the second-rank instructor of Fu Lou, I should have a long time to get along with everyone in the future. I hope we can get along well."
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore, and start today's teaching. In these three classes, I will systematically explain the three most basic entry-level techniques of Fu Dao..."
As Wang Zijia explained, one by one, they began to listen attentively. Just based on Wang Zijia's identity as a Taoist seed, even if he spoke badly, they were destined to try their best to curry favor with him in the future, and if possible, just get in touch.
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For the first time in a formal class, Wang Zijia did not do anything small, and explained honestly.
Because he is now considered a major repairer of Fu Dao, and he has created a special Fu Master Dao foundation with the help of the power of Dao Guo Red Copper Weight. His foundation is obviously beyond doubt. Even if he doesn't cheat, many disciples below are surprised and have gained a lot.
After attending classes for half a day, he returned to his own Fulou and slacked off for most of the day. He spent his first day of second-grade teaching very smoothly.
In the evening, when he got off work, Wang Zijia did not leave immediately.
Sitting in his own Fu-making room, his mind moved slightly, and the blood-emerald crystal sand gathered on the table, and finally turned into a palm-sized crystal red flying bird.
The bird was lifelike, and it was completely indistinguishable from a real bird. Its whole body was as crystal clear as jade, and it was very beautiful.
The bird moved its body on the table for a while, and after adapting for a while, it swallowed the storage bag on the table in one gulp, spread its wings and flew out of the window.
After being promoted to the Dharma, although Wang Zijia could not do the same as the flying sword monks, taking people's heads from a hundred miles away, but the range of thirty miles was still no problem.
The bird traveled all the way to the South District, Yufei Street, and the Wax Tea House. Seeing that the familiar private room window was already open, it spread its wings and flew in without hesitation.
As Wang Zijia flew into the room, Ji Chao, who had been waiting for a long time, looked happy. He stopped where he was about to say hello enthusiastically. He looked at the real bird-like flying bird and said hesitantly: "Uncle Li?"
Wang Zijia still cherished his words and said: "It was a lucky break!"
The disguised admission made Ji Chao silent for a long time, and then he said with a bitter look: "Uncle Master came last month, I had some guesses, but it was unexpected. When we meet again, the present will be different from the past."
Wang Zijia glanced at Ji Chao, who had a bitter look on his face, a depressed mood, and a hint of envy in his eyes, and said in a rare move: "I think you're about done. I think the breakthrough is just around the corner."
"I can't compare to a genius like my uncle. I struggled all the way for a foundation-building pill, and the foundation was even looser. I'm not afraid of your jokes, uncle. I've asked, and the chance of me breaking through the wine sacrifice is less than 30%. The ones at the bottom of the door.”
"But I am not willing to give up, develop and operate with peace of mind, and put my hope in the next generation. If I come from a small family like mine and expect the next generation to succeed, the final outcome is destined to leave the sect and become an incompetent person. The road is scattered and repaired.”
Probably it was Wang Zijia's sudden breakthrough that made Ji Chao, who had been preparing for six or seven years but still not very sure, feel too complicated. He rarely talked to Wang Zijia about what was in his heart, and seemed a bit chatty.