Chapter 97 True Geniuses Are All Weirdos Click, click, click. Chen Mo is a well-mannered person. When he eats melon seeds, he will not throw away the shells but put them in the prepared garbage bag. However, Xu Yin didn't have the energy to pay attention to this. She was only shocked by two things. This student has a solid theoretical foundation, and Why does he love eating melon seeds so much? ".So considering the actual application, in addition to the "Discussion on the Separation of Body and Qi" I just mentioned, I think it is also very necessary to briefly introduce the "Discussion on the Combination of Body" written by Professor Wang Zixiang." Chen Mo was completely unaware. He was holding the thermos in one hand and eating melon seeds in the other. He looked very busy, but it seemed as if he was not doing anything serious. "Wait a minute, junior." Xu Yin listened for an hour and finally couldn't help interrupting him, "You really don't need to practice? The big exam is only two months away." Chen Mo was deeply moved after hearing this: "Senior sister, you actually care about me so much, you are really a good person. I knew that a beautiful sister like you is not only talented in cultivation, but also kind." "Nope either."

Xu Yin felt a little embarrassed by his praise. Then Chen Mo showed his true colors: "So I have to explain things to you clearly. If I run off to do something else halfway through, wouldn't that be ungrateful?" ah? Why? Without waiting for Xu Yin to sort out her logic, Chen Mo continued, "Are you trying to put me in a heartless and heartless situation?!" "Well, okay, you speak first, you speak first." Xu Yin was defeated. Chen Mo was satisfied and continued to talk about the content of "Theory of Fusion". At this moment, the slightly fat male disciple who was holding a grudge could not help himself. He ran to Gao Xing who was instructing the students and whispered, "Teacher Assistant, are you not going to take care of that student?" "Well, what the hell?" "Just practice. Doesn't he practice martial arts?" Gao Xing looked at Chen Mo, who was chatting and laughing with the beautiful senior sister, with a drink in his left hand and sunflower seeds in his right hand, and sighed softly: "My little brother, how many orifices did you open when you were in the second realm?" "Three holes." The slightly fat man smiled and said, "I am from the inner courtyard." "Oh, he's opened all five senses." Slightly fat men: Gao Xing continued, "From three orifices to five orifices, it only took ten days." Slightly fat men: Gao Xing was still outputting: "In the past ten days, I also broke through a realm." Slightly fat men: Gao Xing was so excited: "Then I also learned a very difficult half-style move." "Teacher, excuse me for disturbing you. I have to go practice now." The slightly fat male disciple retreated in dismay, muttering quietly: "It turns out that true geniuses are all weird." Gao Xing glanced at Chen Mo again, hesitated for a long time, and did not go up to persuade him to study, because he knew that it would be useless to persuade him. What he was even more afraid of was that if he went over and told Chen Mo about it, he would wake him up and continue telling him about the 78th profession in Werewolf. That would be too much for him to bear. Of course, out of practical considerations, he could try to persuade them privately, but this place is in public, and if he returns with nothing, his prestige among the students will also be reduced.

Gao Xing shook his head slightly. "Let him be. I can't understand someone who can open up two minds in ten days. As long as he doesn't cause trouble in the martial arts academy, I won't care about him." Qianqing Martial Arts Academy is a very strange martial arts academy. It was like being broken into pieces on a vast grassland, one piece here and one piece there. It takes almost an hour's drive from the small training ground for students of the martial arts school to reach the administrative center of the martial arts academy. There are still walls and several four- or five-story buildings here, and another highway is not far away. There are two extraordinary people standing guard at the gate of the wall. After all, this is a first-class martial arts academy. Whether it is for the purpose of protecting secret intelligence or to highlight the solemnity, it is right to put two guards. "Do they make any contribution or money just standing there?" Kang Long asked. Each martial arts academy may have its own internal currency, but if it is used externally, the unified caliber is contribution, which is the same thing anyway. Song Jin pressed the key to lock the car, made a gesture of invitation, and answered while leading the way: "Yes, but not many." Kang Long shrugged: "I have done this before in our place, but it was a long time ago." As they were talking, the two of them walked around the building in the middle with the flag of the Martial Academy hanging on it and came to a separate villa at the back. This small building without walls was the dean's residence in the Martial Academy. An old man wearing a bamboo hat was sitting on the steps on the first floor, his trouser legs rolled up, wearing slippers, holding a piece of watermelon in his hand, and there were more in the basin next to him. Although he looks like an ordinary old man, anyone who sees him must show utmost respect, because his name is Gu Yan, a real powerful saint who has been stationed on the northern border for many years, making the enemy dare not cross the line. "Senior Gu, I haven't seen you for several years." Kang Long walked closer and sat down beside him casually. Song Jin bowed respectfully, called "Master", and then sat down on the other side. "Well-off." The old man picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it over. "Tell me honestly, why is Lin Xiangyun in Qingcheng? He must have taken someone with him, right?" Kang Long smiled and retracted his hand that was about to take the watermelon: "If you ask that, then I won't eat it." The dean snorted and stuffed the watermelon into his hand. "Forget it. Not answering is also an answer. What exactly is Qingfeng Mountain doing? It has hidden many young people with top talents in the past few years." Kang Long smiled and said, "It has little to do with you." Hearing these impolite words, Gu Yan was not angry but happy. He pointed at Kang Long and said, "You have a conscience." First-rate martial arts academies will receive a lot of national support, but they need to assume corresponding responsibilities. The most important parts are national defense and the underworld. Qianqing Martial Arts Academy is located on the northern border grassland. It was originally established to consolidate border defense forces, so the public tasks assigned to this martial arts academy basically only involve border defense. Then Kang Long said that Lin Xiangyun's actions had little to do with this side, but in fact he was hinting that the other side was preparing for something in Mingyuan. Gu Yan knew that asking more questions would not get any more answers, and he was already satisfied. Just as he was about to reminisce about the past with Kang Long, he heard the sound of running on the stairs behind him. Immediately afterwards, a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old rushed out.

"Grandpa! Can you give me this knife?" He was wearing a long sun-protective robe and had the same hat as the dean on his back. In his hand, he held an unsheathed black knife with a slightly curved blade that was one and a half meters long. Song Jin was horrified: "How did you steal this thing? Put it back quickly, you can't use it now." At this time, Gu Yan also stood up, walked to his grandson and stared at him for a while, then forced out a sickly smile: "If you like it, take it. Grandpa has several high-level spiritual swords, all for you." "Dean." Song Jin looked resentful, "Xiao Xin only asked for one day off, and I will send him back to the martial arts school later. I can't carry a bundle of high-level spiritual weapons back with me, right?" Every pore of Gu Yan's body was filled with doting, and he said in a rather rogue manner, "I'll go talk to Principal Chen and ask for a few more days off." Seeing Song Jin's pained look, Kang Long chimed in, "What about cultivation?" Although Gu Yan was old, he reacted very quickly: "Isn't your student here? Let's practice together." (End of this chapter)