Zhang Qianlin's pace became even slower, and he concentrated all his attention, fearing that he would miss any word.
"Keep it secret for now!"
Sun Mo smiled.
"Teacher, don't be like this!"
"We are all your loyal fans, can you bear to treat us like this?"
"Teacher, tell me secretly, and I promise not to tell anyone else."
The students were complaining, but their expressions were very relaxed. After attending Sun Mo's class for so many days, they also knew that this teacher had a good temper and felt like getting along with friends, unlike other teachers. The majesty is terrifying.
"hehe."
Sun Mo raised his index finger and shook it: "Don't say it."
"Nima!"
The corners of Zhang Qianlin's mouth twitched, and he really had the urge to rush over and pry his mouth open.
"Let's do this. If anyone finds the origin of this spiritual pattern, I will use the ancient dragon-capturing hand to massage him for a month!"
As soon as Sun Mo said these words, the whole audience exclaimed.
"real?"
The students' eyes instantly lit up, and some of them couldn't wait to leave and go to the big library to check information. Otherwise, if it was too late, the information books might be borrowed by others.
"real!"
This is what Sun Mo wants. Learning is a chore. Without some rewards, students will always lack motivation.
It's not that Sun Mo is bragging, his 'hand of god' is enough for a prize.
"Students, listen to me. Everyone must keep it a secret and don't leak this reward. Otherwise, others will come and snatch it from us."
A boy suggested.
"Absolutely, you won't say it unless your brain is rusty."
The students were very excited. Sun Mo could advance a student to a higher level with just a pinch. If he pinched it for a month, my God, what a big improvement would that be
Tsk, I dare not think about it!
"Fang Yan, why do you learn spiritual patterns?"
Sun Mo looked at the boy who looked like an iron tower.
"like."
Fang Yan spoke concisely and to the point, and his two-word answer was full of willfulness.
"If it doesn't have particularly profound meaning, I advise you to give up. You have no future in spiritual pattern studies."
Sun Mo advised, he really didn't want to see such a good cultivation prodigy wasting his time.
Hearing this, Fang Yan's face changed and he became a little angry: "How do you know I have no talent?"
Yes, everyone was stunned. Sun Mo had a divine hand, but that thing couldn't even tap out such a talent, right
Besides, Sun Mo has never touched Fang Yan.
"Do you think what I drew is an ordinary spirit-gathering pattern? I saw your indifferent and contemptuous expression, and I knew you didn't understand!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
Even without the Divine Insight Technique to obtain data, Sun Mo could still roughly tell that the one with real talent was Lu Changhe.
"Ha, are there any unusual soul-gathering patterns?"
Fang Yan was happy.
When Lu Changhe heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore. Teacher Sun was his idol and he would never allow others to question him.
"Classmate Fang Yan, that spirit-gathering pattern is a simplified version."
"Simplified version?" Fang Yan blinked and instantly changed from German Shepherd to Erha, with a confused look on his face: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Qianlin, who was standing next to him, was horrified. He was indeed right. This Sun Mo had a lot of skills.
"That is to say, Teacher Sun's spirit gathering pattern omits twelve spirit pattern lines, which is different from the common ones."
Lu Changhe explained.
"impossible!"
Fang Yan shouted, with an expression that said, "Don't fool me, I also understand the science of spiritual patterns: I have saved more than a dozen spiritual pattern lines, but the spiritual patterns are still effective?"
"Others may not be able to do it, but Teacher Sun can."
Lu Changhe smiled, how could Teacher Sun's talent be understood by a mediocre person like you
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Changhe is +30, friendly (270/1000).
Fang Yan put aside his contempt and looked at Lu Changhe: "Can you show me the spirit gathering pattern in your hand?"
In Sun Mo's spirit pattern class, there is a custom that the spirit gathering patterns drawn in class will be randomly given to the students who listen most attentively in class.
Lu Changhe worked very hard, and Sun Mo was willing to teach him, so every time he drew a new spirit-gathering pattern, he would give it to him.
"Sorry, this is my treasure."
Lu Changhe refused.
Gudu!
Zhang Qianlin stared at the spirit pattern paper held by Lu Changhe and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Classmate Fang Yan, let me tell you one more thing. Teacher Sun not only simplified this spirit gathering pattern, but up to now, he has taken a total of 25 spirit pattern classes and drawn seven simplified versions of the spirit gathering pattern."
Lu Changhe broke the news.
"impossible!"
Before Fang Yan could say anything, Zhang Qianlin shouted first.
You said you were so inspired that you improved the spirit-gathering pattern once. I believe it, but how is it possible to improve it so many times? You must know that these basic spirit patterns are the most used in the cultivation world, and are also the ones that are most exposed and studied by spirit pattern masters. Therefore, they have become the most perfect patterns and are almost irreversible.
"I have five pictures of this teacher at home, and when Teacher Sun described it, everyone saw it. There is no need to lie."
Lu Changhe answered.
Zhang Qianlin was speechless. Yes, Sun Mo couldn't lie about this kind of thing, otherwise he would be the one who was embarrassed.
But...but improving the spirit-gathering pattern seven or eight times? Too fake
Zhang Qianlin's face was full of tangle and loneliness. He had always boasted that he had an impressive talent in the study of spiritual patterns, but now, he was deeply shocked.
In fact, Zhang Qianlin thought wrong. Sun Mo simplified the spirit gathering pattern, but it was meaningless because the effect of gathering spiritual energy was also weakened.
Sun Mo was bored by asking him to draw the spirit-gathering patterns every day, so he found some fun by himself, constantly changing patterns and simplifying the spirit-gathering patterns.
This is intended to be used on the Spirit-Gathering potted plants. After all, different plants have different leaf sizes and different meridians on the leaves. Therefore, when Sun Mo painted the Spirit-Gathering pattern on it, he was not pursuing the maximum effect, but pursuing completion.
As long as it can take effect, it doesn't matter if the effect of gathering spiritual energy is weaker. Anyway, there are so many leaves, gathering spiritual energy day and night, maintaining a relatively high concentration of spiritual energy, which is much more cost-effective than a single spiritual gathering pattern.
In fact, the spirit-gathering pattern has been developed to this point by using the simplest patterns to achieve the greatest effect. Even if Sun Mo has quasi-grandmaster-level spirit-gathering pattern drawing skills, he has no choice but to change it.
"Fang Yan, if you focus on cultivation, you can definitely reach a height that many people cannot reach."
Sun Mo persuaded.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Sun, I know you do it for my own good, but I really like the study of spiritual patterns, and I won't give up even if I die."
Fang Yan bowed slightly, and after speaking, turned and left.
Anyway, Teacher He Yuanjin valued herself very much and was willing to teach her. Her level was much higher than that of Teacher Sun. As for whether she could get massage from Sun Mo's divine hand, Fang Yan didn't care at all.
"I, Fang Yan, will firmly study spiritual patterns for a hundred years without wavering!"
Fang Yan cheered himself up, I must make extraordinary achievements in this subject and shut up all those of you who doubt me.
Sun Mo shook his head, but everyone had their own ambitions, so it was hard for him to say anything.
Sun Mo left, and Lu Changhe was about to leave, but within a few steps, he was surrounded by a group of students.
"Are you telling the truth?"
The students were shocked, and a few of them stared at the spirit pattern paper in Lu Changhe's hand, pleading in a low voice: "This classmate, can we see him?"
"Don't even think about it!"
Lu Changhe refused directly. This was his treasure. What if it got broken
"Classmate, I am Zhang Qianlin, a one-star famous teacher, a teacher in this school. Can I admire the spirit-gathering pattern in your hand?"
Zhang Qianlin really loved the study of spiritual patterns. Although he knew that Sun Mo was his enemy, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked with a smile.
Upon hearing the title of One-Star Master Teacher, the students around him immediately shut up, looked very respectful, and bowed towards Zhang Qianlin.
Zhang Qianlin smiled slightly, put one hand behind his waist, raised his chin slightly, and showed a reserved and confident smile.
"Feel sorry!"
After Lu Changhe finished speaking, he suddenly ducked out of the crowd and ran away.
"ah?"
The students were shocked, Lu Changhe, you are so courageous, you don't even give yourself the honor of a one-star famous teacher
Zhang Qianlin's smile froze on his face, and then sank again. My one-star famous teacher opened his mouth, but was rejected
What is the name of this hateful student? Go back, check, and get rid of him.
If you are disrespectful to the teacher, you should be punished!
Zhang Qianlin walked out of the classroom. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He punched the wall of the corridor and became a little jealous of Sun Mo.
Lu Changhe didn't let himself see it, which showed that in his heart, Sun Mo was more important than himself, a one-star famous teacher.
"Damn it, you actually look down on me?"
Zhang Qianlin was depressed and wanted to kill Sun Mo quickly.
"Humph, you don't understand how outstanding Teacher Sun is!"
Lu Changhe curled his lips. In his opinion, as a teacher, Zhang Qianlin didn't even see the mystery of this spirit gathering pattern during class, so he was not qualified to see it.
Sure enough, I am the only one who knows how to appreciate Teacher Sun’s talent. I don’t know if he will accept me as his disciple if I become his disciple
…
After class, Gu Xiuxun walked to the office with a novel in hand. Because she was bored, she flipped through a few pages.
"What the hell? Why is the protagonist a monkey?"
Gu Xiuxun glanced at it, and after being astonished, he quickly flipped through a dozen pages and found that the protagonist was really a monkey, called Sun Wukong.
This book was confiscated from a boy when Gu Xiuxun was in class. The boy came to class, glanced at her secretly, and lowered his head to read a novel. He was so arrogant.
Do you really think you won’t get angry
In fact, Gu Xiuxun knew that at this age, it was normal for teenagers to be lustful and admire Shaoai. It didn't matter if they peeked at their own breasts, legs, or even feet, but it was unbearable to peek at novels in class.
Are you not blatantly saying that the classes I teach are unattractive
"'Journey to the West'?"
After looking at the title of the novel, Gu Xiuxun was a little curious and turned to the first page. Tsk, the writing is really white. It was written by a primary school student, right
Dou M sneered, glanced at ten lines, and read it roughly. But after three pages, the speed slowed down involuntarily, and he even turned back and read it again.
This monkey is quite interesting.