Seeing Lin Yi's murderous eyes, Yin Fang playfully stuck out her tongue, pointed at the sky and said, "Master, let's go quickly, it's going to rain soon..."
"snort!"
Lin Yi shook his head and strode forward.
Taijing Pavilion.
This is the largest library in Taijing Academy. Lin Yi has been idle recently and works as a lecturer here. The main topic of his lectures is the way to cultivate immortality.
As the content about cultivating immortals and seeking the truth is taught among the Chinese, it is obvious that not many people would listen, so this course only has one class a day and is very relaxing.
Because people in Shaolin Temple speak casually and naturally.
There were only three students listening to his lectures. One of them was a girl with the best talent. Her name was Zhang Ziqing and she had already reached the initial stage of internal strength at the age of 23.
Of course, if such an achievement were placed in any of the major sects outside, one would not even be qualified to be a sweeper, but in the Chinese ethnic group, this is considered a top elite.
The other two were older than her and had both cultivated to the point of great success in internal strength, but it seemed extremely difficult to go any further. It could not even be said to be a bottleneck, but rather like an iron wall blocking the way.
No matter how diligent, hard-working or hard-working they are, they cannot break through this level.
However, the internal strength is actually not noticeable to ordinary people. At most, they just gain a hundred pounds of strength. But the time and resources required to cultivate the internal strength are extremely terrifying. This kind of thing where the input and output are seriously disproportionate, naturally normal people will not engage in spiritual practice.
So gradually, almost no one practices anymore, and those who do practice will be considered fools. Now only rich people with extra money at home practice for fun.
These three people are all descendants of aristocratic families in Huagu City.
"Teacher, I have a question." Zhang Ziqing raised his hand.
"Excuse me."
Lin Yi walked through the huge classroom with his hands behind his back and came to her side.
"Why do the Chinese have such poor talents? Why?" Lin Yi said with a faint smile. He was also looking for the answer to this question, so after class every day he would go to Taijing Pavilion to find the real reason.
But so far, he has not found any history books or strange stories that record why the Chinese have no talent points.
"I don't know. Maybe something happened in ancient times. I'm also investigating. I believe there will be results soon."
"Perhaps there will really be a day when the Chinese will regain their talent. By then, with their diligence, they will surely become the mainstream of this continent again."
Lin Yi's eyes were filled with brilliance.
Zhang Ziqing and another student were very encouraged. However, a man, the one in his thirties, was the son of a prominent family. However, because his father was in good health and still energetic at the age of ninety, he had been waiting to take over for nearly forty years.
So when he had nothing to do, he came to attend the class. It was said that he had achieved great success when he was seventeen years old, but he waited for more than twenty years and never made any progress.
At that time, he was a person that everyone in Hua Ancient City had high hopes for, and everyone hoped that the Hua people would produce someone who could break the curse.
But as time went on, it looked like this possibility was too remote.
"I say, stop talking nonsense. Will there be such a day? When will that happen? In my opinion, the Chinese are born with low-level bloodlines. They are unable to practice advanced cultivation methods. They can only make a living by farming and hunting all their lives. They are a lowly race."