Warm and damp with the scent of earth, you will be greeted by patches of greenery and unknown animals.

The six-meter-high roof is evenly distributed with special lamps that simulate natural light, and it is not dazzling when shining on people's faces, but rather a warm and comfortable feeling.

If he hadn't come out of the elevator, Liu Fei would have thought that he had come to some outer space primeval forest.

Lin Guodong explained in a whisper next to him: "This building is funded by the School of Biology, each floor covers an area of more than 30,000 square meters, and is equipped with small energy and material circulation devices, which can keep the ecology from disturbing for a day. ”

"It's only one day, what about after that day?" Liu Fei thought it was constant.

Lin Guodong smiled and shook his head: "The constant ecological balance system can't be done with the current technology, each layer is maintained by a student-level scholar, and there are at least three master-level scholars in the general control room. If it weren't for the support of the biological school, such an expensive experimental base would not have been established at all, and our Department of Agriculture would not have so much money. ”

Liu Fei suddenly realized.

Walking into the "primeval forest" less than 30 meters, the eyes suddenly opened up.

On a whole well-cultivated field, tender green wheat seedlings grow neatly between the ridges.

This is the simulation of the environment of the space outside the "Lingxiao".

There were seven people standing at the front of the ridge, the director of agriculture in the middle, and three people on the left and right, and several people were talking and laughing. Needless to say, these are either scholars from within the Department of Agriculture or scholars from the School of Ancient Literature who have been invited.

"The director's name is Yu Chengwen, a doctor of ancient literature, the same age as the revival of Reiki, he just entered college when Reiki was twenty years old, and is known as one of the new generation of 'Three Masters of Ancient Literature', and is considered to be the most likely scholar to become a master of literature and ancient literature. Lin Guodong said with emotion.

Liu Fei sighed, this was the first time he had seen a doctorate-level scholar outside the school. He wondered, "Since he is expected to impact the master, how can he be a doctor now?"

Lin Guodong sighed: "In the senior year, the director went to the outer space channel of the 'Hades' for an internship, at that time, the outer space of the 'Hades' had not yet been opened, and human beings could only stick to a few outer space passages, and as a result, he was killed by the undead natural disasters, and the whole class lived alone, and since then he has turned into a war scholar, and vowed to slaughter millions of ghosts with one person, and never die." ”

"This is a hero. Li Mumu, who has always been a little talker, said excitedly.

Liu Fei rarely admired: "The old man is really reckless! It's a pity, if you become a master, it is not necessary to really slaughter millions of ghosts." ”

Lin Guodong said strangely: "Who said that the director didn't kill enough millions?"

Liu Fei: "......"

"Do you know that when the director was in the military department, the strongest doctor on the surface! Although the ancient literature school is weak and its combat effectiveness is not good, it is the director who is such a fairy doctor, and he is stunned to convince the doctor-level war scholars of the major outer space development corps and the urban defense corps. ”

Liu Fei gave a thumbs up, this old man is the real bull.

As soon as Old Man Yu Chengwen raised his hand, the experimental base immediately quieted down.

Even the scholars behind him were solemn, and they couldn't be too respectful to treat a legend.

The old man was still full of temperament when he spoke, and he acted like a soldier: "It is said that the ancient literature school is weak, but I don't believe it! One word of the text is the information of all things in heaven and earth, which can describe yin and yang, and can be divided into Xuanhuang." In the form of pictograms, it is called the text, and then the elephant sound, which is the word. The two are combined into one, that is, the foundation of the inheritance of the human race, the upper can go to the battlefield to kill foreign enemies, and the lower can plough the fields to bless the people.

Several scholars behind the old man looked embarrassed, but they had to nod their heads and say yes, who made the old man extremely prestigious in the ancient literature school, and even the few remaining academicians of the ancient literature school were his friends.

Liu Fei almost laughed out loud, this old man's appetite for him.

"Today, no matter who makes a spiritual poem that meets the requirements, scholar, I will give you a doctor's treasure, and for ordinary people, I will ensure that your spiritual body transformation will be increased by 5%!"

The audience was a sensation.

Noble Phantasms are magical items that materialize knowledge and aura, which are equivalent to scholars' equipment and can have various magical effects.

Because the generation of Noble Phantasms is completely random, most of them appear at the scene of intellectual innovation that has a huge impact on the world, and many scholars have never owned a Noble Phantasm in their lifetime, let alone a Doctor's Precious Phantasm.

The few scholars behind the old man were obviously breathing heavily.

Lin Guodong said enviously: "It would be great if I could make poems." ”

Old Man Yu didn't say anything more, and gave up the venue to others.

The first to stand up was a young scholar, who smiled confidently and said: "I am glad to be invited by the director to participate in the agricultural poetry meeting held by the Department of Agriculture. ”

Young scholars pick up their pens, dip their ink, and do it in one go.

Planting wheat has a feeling

Wheat is planted in the high field, and there will eventually be a spike day.

The wind is coming from the flat spot, and the rain is coming down from the fields.

The pen fell, the aura rose from the ground, rolling up a vortex in the air, the vortex was rising from the poetry of the youth, the vortex rose higher and higher, and the aura of the stars became more and more dense, and in an instant, the aura fell like a light rain, and smashed to the table, and the ink mixed with the blue light rose together on the paper.

At the same time, a light rain suddenly fell out of thin air about ten meters square in the experimental field, and where the rain fell, the wheat seedlings were delicate and dripping, and there was really a slight invisible growth!

The entire experimental base burst into applause.

Original Baoguang!

The first poem resonated with the aura! It is not a loss that the young generation of ancient literature scholars should have a much higher level of creation than ordinary people.

Old Man Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Pingkuo's ancient poetry skills are profound, not bad." ”

Chu Pingkuo looked at the dark clouds on the roof in a daze, and shook his head with some disappointment: "It's just the original treasure light, I'm afraid it won't play a big role in the millions of acres of fertile land outside the 'Lingxiao', and it will disappoint you." ”

Old Man Yu patted Chu Ping's broad shoulder: "It's already good." ”

The rest of the scholars also wrote the poems of persuasion of agriculture one after another, but it is a pity that even Chu Pingkuo can't compare, only one person barely resonates with the aura and produces original treasure light, but even the vision has not been formed, which obviously does not help today's poetry society.

Old Man Yu still had a smiling face at first, but the whole person was almost blackened later.

I didn't expect that several scholars in the Department of Agriculture and scholars from the School of Ancient Literature were not as good as one, and they were not as good as young scholars who had just been sophomores, and I really don't know how these people got mixed up with their current status.

The old man's phone rang, he glanced at it, and coldly ordered the mellow bald, "Set up the table and let everyone come up and try it." ”

After that, he picked up his mobile phone and left with a snort.

Chu Pingkuo and several other scholars stayed in place a little embarrassed, neither to leave nor to stay.

"Persuading farmers to do poetry is so easy to do, we scholars are not mud legs, a few of them have gone to the ground and planted fields. ”

"If it weren't for Ping Kuo, today's persuasion of agricultural poetry would be regarded as a failure, we didn't succeed, and the group of ordinary people below would be even more useless. ”

"The main reason is that the old man is too demanding. ”

Chu Pingkuo heard the complaints of several scholars behind him, and silently walked a few steps away.

No school of thought is supported by one or two scholars, and in today's era, various schools of thought are full of spirit, new knowledge systems are constantly being discovered, and more powerful tactics are constantly emerging.

However, the ancient literature school is still guarding one acre and three points of land, eating the old books of the ancestors, and the old man Yu saw this situation before he wanted to take advantage of the slightest opportunity to stimulate the motivation of the ancient literature school.

But it is clear that the old man failed

Some scholars are not even as good as ordinary people, at least they are still self-motivated.

A clutter in front of him interrupted Chu Pingkuo's thoughts.

"Lin Guodong, I told you to move the table, you can't hear me!"