Zhu Changyang attended two days of theoretical classes, and quickly won the admiration of Elder Cen and the friendship of his classmates with his serious attitude towards learning and profound knowledge that was comparable to that of Sect Master Sikou in his time (in fact, it was the same knowledge as Sect Master Sikou in his time).
In sharp contrast, Jun Shu started to doze off on the table lazily in the second class.
The Jijin Sect has a rigorous academic style, so this kind of lawless student behavior is naturally not very popular.
Some students couldn't help but ask Zhu Changyang privately: "Since you don't listen to the class, why do you insist on coming to class?"
Is Ji Jin Zong’s bed uncomfortable
What could Zhu Changyang say? Of course he just smiled and took the blame: "Actually, he is not a weapon refiner. He just came to accompany me to class."
"I see." The man suddenly understood. "Before I started fasting, I often went to the toilet with my friends during breaks. I think Jun and his friends feel the same way. We have a deep bond."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Not to mention, Jun Shu's behavior reminded him of his college days, when a buddy in his dormitory often slacked off in classes of other majors, but that buddy was there to accompany his girlfriend at the time.
Jun Shu's behavior seems much more unpredictable. Maybe it's due to his strange desire to compare with others
During this period, the mechanical pencils and notebooks made by Zhu Changyang gradually became popular. Although some students found it difficult to use them, most people soon realized the efficiency and convenience of this hard pen.
Even Elder Cen came to ask Zhu Changyang if he had any extra pencils, so Zhu Changyang simply made another batch and prepared to give one to each of the other students.
He also made a batch of erasers. He has not yet found rubber in the world of cultivation, but he found another kind of gum with very similar properties in the material store.
Erasers are also easy to make. Mix gum, a substitute for rubber, with ground pumice powder, iron oxide, vegetable oil, sulfur and other substances, then heat and shape them.
After he demonstrated how to use an eraser, the students who originally felt uncomfortable using pencils finally joined in.
This thing is so convenient. In the past, writing with a brush was slow and required a lot of paper, but the biggest problem was that it was difficult to deal with the wrong words. Those with strong cultivation could cast a spell to remove the ink, but it was not worth spending cultivation for such a small matter. Most people would just cross it out and rewrite it, and the written word would easily become a mess.
The combination of pencil and eraser solves these drawbacks well.
So after class the next day, the audience in the live broadcast room saw that Zhu Changyang placed a stack of notebooks, a pile of mechanical pencils and erasers under the eaves outside the classroom, and a group of Ji Jin Sect disciples in short brown clothes lined up and came forward one by one to receive them.
[Hahaha, this picture is so cool, it looks like elementary school students handing out stationery.]
[Pen, eraser and notebook, a very standard three-piece set. If you add an enamel pot, it will be even more perfect. ]
[2333 Can I say that I have adapted to this style of painting in the world of cultivation? I even think that this is what we should watch. ]
[1. My worldview was gradually distorted by Chang Yang...]
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The third day was a practical class, and Elder Cen took everyone to the trial field.
The Ji Jin Sect is indeed one of the top weapon refining sects in the world. Its trial field is several times larger than that of the Bai Gong Sect, and it is also divided into different areas for different weapon refining needs.
Not far from the trial field is the material warehouse of the Jijin Sect, and there is even a field dedicated to growing some spiritual plants. However, this area has a formation set up, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.
Zhu Changyang's eyes became moist as he watched, thinking that the laboratories at USTC were really different. The area, the configuration, the materials!
The funds are burning like crazy!
Then Elder Cen led them around the main entrance of the trial field and turned to a piece of open space nearby that looked a little deserted.
"Let's practice here today." said Elder Cen.
Zhu Changyang looked at the luxurious trial field in the distance, then looked at the bare small field in front of him, and understood. If that was a university laboratory, this was probably a junior high school fun class.
The ground was piled with wood sections and iron tools such as knives, swords, axes, and saws.
"We use spiritual fire to refine everything. A refiner at or above the fusion stage can refine spiritual wood into any desired shape in a single breath. But your current cultivation level does not allow you to control spiritual fire proficiently enough. If it is normal, it does not matter. You can refine slowly until you achieve the desired effect."
"But when you go out to train, you will inevitably encounter emergencies. Especially when you are looking for materials in secret realms or foreign lands, there are many dangers. Many times you need to obtain materials quickly without damaging the materials themselves. At this time, you need to use tools such as swords, axes or saws."
Elder Cen raised his hand as he spoke, and a dagger flew into his hand.
"These are the mid-quality blades produced by our sect. They are more than ten times sharper and more durable than the iron tools of the mortal realm. In addition, everyone must learn to use their cultivation to strengthen the power of these blades and halberds, and to manipulate and use them skillfully. This is the difference between a weapon refiner and a mortal craftsman."
Elder Cen had explained this knowledge point in yesterday's class. Zhu Changyang recalled it while staring at his finger gestures.
Elder Cen focused his mind slightly, flicked his two fingers, and a cold light condensed on the blade of the axe floating in the air. Then he chopped down the piece of wood that was also floating.
With a "crack" sound, the wood was instantly broken, and a piece of wood about one foot long was chopped off.
The block of wood turned in the air, revealing the cross section to everyone.
The cross-section was very smooth, and the annual rings could be clearly seen.
When everyone had seen enough, Elder Cen made hand gestures again, and with a flash of cold light from his sword and axe, he chopped down a bundle of wood piled on the ground.
As the cold light spread, dozens of wood were broken into pieces and rolled down. The exposed cross-sections were all as smooth and flat as the one just demonstrated.
All the disciples cheered.
In the world of cultivation, using one's cultivation to infuse a knife or axe to chop off a giant tree in one breath is just a routine operation. However, chopping off more than a dozen trees at a time and keeping the cut smooth without damaging the material is not that easy.
At least it is not easy for those weapon refiners who are only in the foundation-building stage, are used to using spiritual fire, and are not good at blades.
Zhu Changyang was also very impressed. This famous school was different. Its training methods were very rigorous.
He had previously taught himself, and the textbooks only taught how to use spiritual fire, and rarely involved tools. The disciples of the Jijin Sect were all very talented, and they could have used spiritual fire directly, but they still required everyone to practice the basics well.
No wonder it can become so big and strong.
"Pick any tool you like, as long as it's handy. Practice until you can break more than ten giant trees in one breath like I did just now. You can move on to the next stage of practice." Elder Cen raised his hand, "Let's start practicing."
The disciples then stepped forward and selected their tools. Some of them, who usually used knives, directly used the weapons they brought with them.
Zhu Changyang looked around, and finally took out a sword and smiled at Jun Shu: "It's more intimate to use a sword."
Jun Shu: “…”
If he understood correctly, this meant that his sword would have one more job to do in the future.
Zhu Changyang dragged a piece of wood, held the sword in one hand, and followed the mantra taught by Elder Cen, concentrating his mind and energy, and infusing his cultivation into the sword.
The long sword shook slightly and chopped down at the wood. The wood made a "crack" sound, but only broke in half.
"Your method is not right. You should focus your cultivation on the blade." Jun Shu glanced at him, walked over, raised his hand and placed it on Zhu Changyang's sword-holding hand, put his fingers against his fingers, and slightly condensed his breath, "Like this, let the breath follow your mind and wander until it condenses wherever you want, and let the breath become the blade itself..."
He is usually lazy, and it is rare for him to be so patient. He speaks very carefully and enunciates every word.
Zhu Changyang, however, was inexplicably unable to listen. While Jun Shu's hand was holding his, he naturally stood behind him.
So Zhu Changyang was now half-hugged by Jun Shu in front of his chest. Although the two of them were very close when they were flying swords, they were never directly touching like this.
This picture shouldn't be mosaiced, right
The answer is no, and Pujiang’s old audiences really like it.
[Sticked! The anchor finally stuck with Jun Shu! I took screenshots like crazy!]
[Why are you being so polite? Just hold it closer! Don't worry, it will pass the review, it's not like kissing! ]
Zhu Changyang was lost in thought when he suddenly felt a heat in his ears. Jun Shu lowered his head and moved closer, saying, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"I think I understand." Zhu Changyang felt an itch in his ear and shook his head subconsciously, and then it hit Jun Shu's chin.
"Oh, sorry." Zhu Changyang quickly jumped away, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Jun Shu touched the place where he was hit, with a strange look on his face.
Zhu Changyang thought he was unhappy again and was thinking about saying something to appease him, when suddenly a voice with a hint of disgust came from the side.
"Why is your cultivation so poor? You can't even concentrate on the sword."
Zhu Changyang recognized this voice; it belonged to a student in the same class named Hai Qingshan.
Hai Qingshan possesses superior spiritual roots and studies very hard. He is one of the most outstanding disciples of this generation.
Then came the sound of Jie Li, "It's okay, I'll just practice a little more..."
"Is this a problem that can be solved with practice?" Hai Qingshan said disapprovingly, "Your aura is too weak. Even if you try to condense it, you can't possibly chop through such a thick spiritual wood."
Jie Li was trying to cope with it reluctantly, but when he heard this, his face suddenly froze and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Having his spiritual roots dug out was a lifelong pain for him. He usually didn't even want to think about it, let alone tell anyone about it, so the people in the Ji Jin Sect didn't know about it.
I know Hai Qingshan didn't mean it, but I still feel uncomfortable.
Zhu Changyang frowned slightly, walked up to Jie Li, and said, "It's okay. There are many ways to refine weapons. You don't have to learn this..."
"I don't think so." Hai Qingshan interrupted unceremoniously, looking at Zhu Changyang with disapproval, "The Tao cannot be sought outside. The Tao of our generation should be down-to-earth and seek one step at a time. Excuse me, although fellow Taoists have wonderful ideas, they have put too much energy on mortal things. No matter how clever those mortal things are, they can't improve your cultivation. It's okay for you alone, but friend Jie Li is obviously very talented, so why is his cultivation so weak? Is it because you have been teaching him those mortal things all day long that he neglected the way of cultivation..."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
No wonder he always felt that Hai Qingshan seemed to be unhappy with him, it turned out to be because of this.
Hai Qingshan is a relatively conservative person, and he does things in a methodical manner. He believes that once one has entered the immortal sect, one should practice diligently according to the techniques left by predecessors.
Zhu Changyang has become famous in the world of cultivation, but among the things he has refined so far, the only true artifact is the spiritual power rice cooker, and the rest are just ordinary items that do not require cultivation.
In Hai Qingshan's view, this was just a trick and not a proper job, so he always disliked Zhu Changyang.
Later, Zhu Changyang distributed mechanical pencils and notebooks to everyone. He felt that he was bringing bad habits to the Ji Jin Sect.
What hurt Hai Qingshan the most was Jie Li. Jie Li studied very hard in class, had good comprehension ability, and could grasp a lot of knowledge at a glance. It could be seen that he was a good seedling for refining equipment. Such a person should be enrolled in a famous family, but for some reason he became Zhu Changyang's apprentice.
Until just now, Hai Qingshan realized that Jie Li couldn't even gather his spiritual power, and he felt even more distressed. It must be Zhu Changyang who only used some tricks and didn't guide him well, which caused such a good seedling to end up like this!
Thinking of this, Hai Qingshan no longer cared about hospitality and finally couldn't help but say what he had been holding back for two days.
"That's not the case." Seeing Hai Qingshan's indignation, and Zhu Changyang about to bear the blame, Jie Li no longer cared about dignity and explained, "It has nothing to do with my master. I was injured by accident. My spiritual roots are broken, and I can't practice anymore..."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sudden silence around them, and everyone had a look of slight surprise on their faces.
Elder Cen was watching from the side. When he saw people gathering here, he came over. He happened to hear Jie Li's words and was also a little surprised. He reached out his hand and held Jie Li's Qi channel. After a while, he finally sighed: "There is indeed no place for Qi to gather."
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Hai Qingshan was even more embarrassed. He was silent for a long time before he said with a stiff face: "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"I understand. It's okay." Jie Li pretended to be relaxed and laughed.
No one around could laugh.
Elder Cen pondered and said, "In that case, Young Master Xie does not need to participate in this exercise."
"Okay, thank you Elder Cen." Jie Li nodded.
He knew his own situation best and knew that no matter how hard he tried, the little spiritual energy in his body was not enough to break so many pieces of spiritual wood. Now that everyone knew his situation, there was no need to deceive himself anymore.
It's just a bit regrettable after all.
Studio:
[Alas, every time I see Brother Xixi like this, I feel very distressed. ]
[Brother Xixi was once a man with dreams!]
Jie Li sighed and was about to walk away. At this time, Zhu Changyang suddenly said, "Don't give up so quickly. Although you can't use your cultivation, you can still use tools. Anyway, the final result is the same."
Hai Qingshan was a little displeased when he heard this, and said: "Don't you understand yet? Little friend Jie's cultivation level is simply not enough to be infused into these 'tools'..."
"Oh, these are not the tools I'm talking about." Zhu Changyang took out something more than a foot long from his pocket and put it in front of everyone, "I'm talking about this."
People around:
But what he was holding in his hand was a strangely shaped metal tool. One end of it was a large box-like object, and one side of the box was connected to a long oval metal sheet. The edge of the metal sheet was a circle of serrations, which looked a bit like a saw.
Studio:
[Shit! It’s a chainsaw!!!]
[Hahaha! Don’t mention it, this thing is really suitable for cleavage! ! ]
Hai Qingshan asked everyone's question: "What is this?"
"This is called a chainsaw." Zhu Changyang smiled and pressed the button.
With a buzzing sound, the circle of serrated objects began to rotate rapidly.
Zhu Changyang picked up the electric saw and moved the rotating saw teeth close to a piece of wood.
Then everyone saw that the thick wood was sawed into two pieces in an instant, very easily, without any skill required.
The cut surface is still very smooth.
Everyone: ????!!!!!!
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(End of this chapter)