Fang Xie knew that half of the hundreds of candidates who were able to enter the martial arts academy this time had the ability to practice or the potential to practice. These people's ability to stand out among the nearly ten thousand candidates has proved their strength in itself, and as for the other half who have no power of cultivation, they are also superior in martial arts.
Candidates who entered the Martial Arts Academy were very young, and even if they could cultivate, their cultivation power would not be ridiculously high. After all, there are only a handful of guys like Xie Fuyao and Yu Xiao. And for some people who have just started to practice, it is not a great shame to be defeated by an experienced martial artist. Five years later, ten years later, maybe if he was fighting his previous opponent, the opponent might not even be able to get close to him.
Those whose cultivation is above the fifth rank are existences that pure martial artists would never dare to provoke.
About 160 to 70 people were led by the professor to the backyard of the Martial Arts Academy, which was the campus where Fang Jie and the others took the liberal arts exam. Fang Jie and Mo Xidao walked behind the crowd, looking at the eager expressions on the faces of those candidates, Fang Jie no longer had the envy and jealousy he had before Fan Gu.
Fang Jie is not a saint, he will be jealous of those who are stronger than himself. He is not a mortal, so many people are jealous of him.
So even though Fang Jie deliberately kept a low profile, the students still turned their attention to this side. Fang Jie's performance in the exam was too dazzling, and his originally mediocre name is now well known in the imperial capital. Overnight, the people in Chang'an, a hundred miles away, all remembered this name. After more than a hundred years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, he was the second person to get the nine subjects of the Yanwu Academy Examination.
The Sui people were always proud, not only proud of their own pride, but also proud of the strength of the Sui Dynasty and the pride of other Sui people.
And now Fang Jie is not only the pride of Chang'an City, when this news spreads, he will become the pride of the entire Sui Dynasty. As Your Majesty said, this is an excellent omen. During Taizong's reign, Li Xiao, who was excellent in nine disciplines, came out. Since then, Taizong has always been able to open up territories and expand land. And this year, His Majesty the Emperor Tianyou also had an excellent student from the Nine Schools, so will Da Sui usher in another take-off
On the side of the school field, there was a row of more than a dozen professors from the Martial Arts Academy sitting there. There is a table in front of them, and a wooden stool opposite the table. Students with potential for spiritual practice lined up in a long line of more than a dozen, and sat opposite the professor one by one to undergo testing. The so-called detection is pulse diagnosis.
The professors of the Academy of Martial Arts use the pulse diagnosis to know the cultivation level of the students, and also determine which direction they are suitable to practice. According to the rules set by some senior expert, the power of practice is divided into five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, but it is not the same for everyone, and the professors of Yanwu Academy will be based on each person's difference. Individually formulate their practice direction.
This kind of treatment is the best for the children of aristocratic families who have been taught by experts since childhood, or for the children of poor families who are completely on their own. No one dares to say that he is better than the professors of Yanwu Academy for teaching and practicing, not even the Taoists of Qingle Mountain and Wudang Mountain.
Fang Jie was ranked sixth, and it was the female professor Qiu Yu who had a pair of strange white eyes who tested the power of cultivation for his group of students.
Unlike other professors, Qiu Yu didn't need to check the pulse at all. She just sat there, stared at the student in front of her carefully for a while, and then took a pen to record the type of the student in her notebook. Obviously, her white eyes have a very magical power. Fang Xie knew that many people in the Academy of Martial Arts were very talented, and those professors did not rely entirely on the power of practice to achieve their current achievements and status.
It's not just the Academy of Martial Arts, such as Zhuo Buyi. The power of his mind is not obtained through practice, but innate. Another example is Taoist Heju Taoist, the great red-robed priest of Daozong, who was also born with vertical eyes on his forehead. Fang Jie's understanding is that these people with supernatural powers are born strong.
Based on what he saw now, Fang Jie speculated that the female professor Qiu Yu's extraordinary talent is that her white eyes can see through people's physique. You don't need to check the pulse to determine which type of power a person's cultivation belongs to. Of course, if it's just such abilities, it doesn't seem to have much meaning for actual combat, but it is more suitable to be a doctor.
Fang Xie then thought that if Qiu Yu was willing to become a gynecologist instead of being a professor, he might be able to make a lot of money. Those white eyes are much more accurate than instrumental detection.
You are a boy, very healthy. You are a girl, very healthy... A scene of Qiu Yu wearing a white coat to check up on a pregnant woman appeared in Fang Jie's mind, and then he shook his head to get rid of this boring thought. Unwilling to be reconciled, he finally modified the scene in his fantasy and changed Qiu Yu into a nurse uniform with a short skirt.
If Qiu Yu could see through Fang Xie's mind like Zhuo Buyi did, she would surely knead Fang Xie into a ball.
When it was Fang Jie's turn, he had a little hope that this female professor with supernatural powers would see his potential. Although he was sure that he couldn't cultivate or even didn't have Qihai Dantian, Fang Jie still hoped that he could understand his body more specifically through testing.
But when Qiu Yu saw him, he just shook his head lightly: "Go directly to the row of wooden houses behind, I have seen you more than once, no matter how I look at you, I can't see the sea of Qi in your body. I'm more curious It’s because you don’t have a sea of energy. Why are you still alive and well? According to the logic, you should be a dead person.”
Although it was expected, Fang Jie was still a little disappointed. He thought that Qiu Yu's white eyes could see something different, but it was obvious that there was nothing, nothing at all.
"Thank you."
Fang Jie leaned over to salute, and walked towards the row of wooden houses behind. When he turned around, the students couldn't help but start whispering. Although they had already heard that Fang Jie was a person who could not cultivate, they were still a little shocked to get the news from the professor of Yanwu Academy.
How could a trash who can't practice win the Nine Distinctions? A guy who knows he can't practice, why should he come here to make trouble and waste everyone's time
Fang Jie didn't bother to pay attention to those discussions that gradually raised his voice. After tidying up his clothes, he stood at the door of the first room from the left in the row of wooden houses, and said respectfully, "Student Fang Jie, please see the dean."
The room was silent for a while, and a rather old voice said helplessly: "Although according to the etiquette, I should say please come in, but don't you see the sign at the door? This is the toilet..."
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Fang Jie stood awkwardly in the room, not embarrassed to look up at the old man sitting opposite him. After all, just now, because of his habitual thinking and a little nervousness, he didn't notice that the room was actually the private toilet of the dean.
The old man sitting opposite him was indeed very ordinary. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the headmaster of the Academy of Martial Arts, Fang Xie couldn't imagine that if he met such an ordinary old man on the street, would he be able to remember his appearance? . Just like those old elders in the imperial capital, they are dressed casually, with cloth clothes and shoes, and there always seems to be a smoking pipe at hand.
The dean's beard is very long, almost hanging down to his chest. But none of his beard was white, and it looked as young as his hair. And there are no wrinkles on his face, and his face is ruddy like a youth. The forehead is very smooth, and the vicissitudes of the old man cannot be seen.
If you only look at this face, it is difficult to determine the age of the dean. But Fang Jie just felt that the dean should be very old.
"Should I congratulate you on winning the championship first and then talk about business?"
Dean Zhou knocked the pipe in his hand and put it aside, took a sip of tea from his cup and started talking. Fang Jie thought for a while and replied, "Students think you must be busy with a lot of things, so let's talk about the business."
"Um."
Dean Zhou nodded and said, "Actually, it's nothing serious."
The corner of Fang Jie's mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer this sentence.
"You... you should know that you are actually a little lucky to have won nine excellent results."
Dean Zhou said after being silent for a while.
Fang Jie nodded and said: "Students know that this is the care of His Majesty and the dean. If you rely on your true skills, you can be admitted to the Yanwu Academy. Thank you. But the student is sure that under your correct teaching, the student will definitely It will do well.”
"fart."
Dean Zhou curled his lips and said, "Do you think so?"
"Well… "
Fang Jie couldn't figure out Dean Zhou's character, so he planned to deal with it by flattering him. Unexpectedly, the old man didn't seem to have any interest in his compliments, and even felt a little disgusted. Fang Xie knew that his strategy was wrong, so he immediately stood up straight and said seriously: "I can't win the championship, but I'm sure I can get into the top ten."
"This is the truth. Your strength can be ranked among the top five students in this world."
Dean Zhou paused and said, "But do you know why you won the championship?"
When he heard this question, Fang Jie thought of Wu Yidao's entrustment. When thinking about anything, think about His Majesty first. So he replied respectfully: "Because Your Majesty wants me to win the championship."
Dean Zhou frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "You are too slippery, I don't like it."
Fang Jie was taken aback, thinking that the old man's temper was really fucking weird.
Dean Zhou got up, walked to the window and looked at the students who were tested outside, and said in a flat tone: "But it also proves that you are a smart guy. In this case, I will tell you the truth. You know that His Majesty wants you to win the championship." , you can naturally understand the meaning of this. So you have to be prepared... Your Majesty has created a miracle by himself, and it will not be easily destroyed by others. And if this miracle will gradually be pulled down from its height one day, the miracle will be destroyed. What will His Majesty do when it breaks?"
"Students don't know."
"Your Majesty will personally destroy you."
Dean Zhou said indifferently: "Your Majesty created you and made you a miracle. And if your performance in the future cannot continue to be a miracle, he would rather let the miracle die early than let the miracle be shattered. If you are being chased, surpassed or even If your majesty destroys you before you fall into the mortal world, then you can leave a legend for future generations. At the very least, a miracle is still a miracle, even if it is a miracle that fell prematurely."
"In other words, you are His Majesty's face now. Of course His Majesty will defend you, but if it becomes impossible to maintain it, will His Majesty allow others to slap him in the face?"
Fang Jie took a deep breath and asked after a moment of silence, "Dean, please clarify."
Dean Zhou snorted coldly and said, "Isn't that clear enough?"
Fang Jie didn't say anything, because he knew that Dean Zhou must have something to say. He brought himself here not just to remind himself.
"As I said just now, you are a smart man."
Dean Zhou sat back on the chair, looked at Fang Jie and asked with a half-smile: "So do you want to keep doing miracles? Do you want to be a miracle like Li Xiao? Do you want to never be knocked down? Become a very powerful person yourself? Do you want your name to still be legendary after a hundred years? If you want, I can help you, but I think it is necessary to negotiate a condition with you. "
Fang Xie couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, thinking that Dean Zhou is also a salesman of insurance.
"You say."
he smiled.
"Your physique is very special, so special that I have never seen it before. So..."
"Do you want to study me?"
Fang asked.
Dean Zhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Research... that's a good word. Well, I really think so. If you want, we can continue talking."
"What benefits do I have?"
Fang Jie simply let go, leaned forward slightly and said, "Be more specific."
Dean Zhou paused, spread his hands and said seriously: "First of all... I won't play you to death..."
"All right!"
Fang Jie waved his hand and said, "I don't want to listen to the second."