The general's son advocates martial arts practice and does not like vocal music, which is understandable, but it seems a bit presumptuous for him to question his teacher so directly.

"This student, it's not too much for you to say such things, but I know that you lack some understanding of Helan Academy, which has the reputation of the world's holy land of cultivation, and even a little less awe, this is very bad!"

The female teacher Xi said, slowly walking towards the student surnamed Cao, and preaching as she walked: "What do you think cultivation is, is it just those swords flying sideways, the sky is spinning? Let me tell you, you are wrong, music is also a kind of practice, a kind of cultivation that is higher and more subtle, but more murderous than any sword! It exists in your body, your heart, your eardrums, and even more so your mind, so the sound of music is everywhere, and practice always runs through it!"

"According to what you said, I can understand that your music can also kill people, sir, but isn't that a little too impractical, because if I hear these music, it is obviously something that sounds very elegant, but does not have the slightest power, and it has nothing to do with cultivation at all!"

The student surnamed Cao was still stubbornly saying his opinion, and he didn't notice that the female teacher Mr. Xi's brows had frowned slightly.

"Okay, since this Cao Gongzi has been saying this, then I can't help but let you see the anger in my music, I hope you don't get scared!"

Saying that, Mr. Xi, the female teacher, turned around and came to the xylophone that had been tuned.

At this time, the students in the hall had already widened their eyes and pricked up their ears, staring at the female teacher Mr. Xi's every move.

She's going to show off her cultivation, and it looks like she's still going to use that xylophone!

Zhang Xiaoxian woke up from his drowsiness at this time, and after waking up, he found that he was about to usher in a surprise.

Privately, he wanted to confirm whether the mysterious and terrifying cultivation methods of the cultivators in Helan Courtyard were as legendary as they were in the outside world.

Although he had never suspected that the Helan Academy Sect Gentlemen were all great cultivators who were ordinary on the surface, but in fact had terrifying cultivation strength.

"Ding ......" The xylophone with a deep echo made a low sound, which seemed to be a gentle and melodious warning from the female teacher to the full class of students.

Then, suddenly, Mr. Xi's slender fingers slid hard against the strings, and the moment they touched the strings, they let out an extremely sharp hum.

When Zhang Xiaoxian heard this sound, the hair on his whole body suddenly stood up, and then, with the sound of close music, he seemed to see countless slender silver filigree sharp weapons suddenly shoot out from the xylophone, with chill and evil breath, and quickly sprayed towards his face.

Zhang Xiaoxian suddenly felt his body stiffen, and subconsciously leaned back violently, trying to dodge the weird and terrifying silver thread that attacked him.

But at this time, he sadly found that his body could not move at all, and he could only watch as the silver thread was about to break through his face, and then die miserably.

"Ahh

However, the scene of fear did not happen, and those strange silver threads froze abruptly when they were about to attack the students.

With another low sound of xylophone, those silver threads, which may only exist in the imagination, finally retracted sharply and disappeared into the sound of the piano.

At this time, the female teacher Mr. Xi's hand slowly withdrew from the smooth strings, turned her head to look at the students in the hall, and smiled.

The first class I took in Helan Courtyard was amazed, which was a huge surprise for Zhang Xiaoxian, not a fright.

Leke, who thought it was boring, immediately became mysterious and interesting, and I am afraid that there will never be a spring breeze in the future, and I don't know how much time has happened.

But this thing that Zhang Xiaoxian secretly called amazing, for some students who had just experienced that strange scene, it was completely frightening.

The son of the general, who had the guts to raise objections to the female teacher Mr. Xi first, was sitting on the ground with a white face and squatting on the ground against a tree at this time, frightened.

The female teacher Mr. Xi didn't know if it made him especially want to remember, this Helan Academy taught Mr. Xi's cultivation of the subtlety, the silver thread that flew as if it was about to pierce his face, and it was only a tiny distance from him as little as a hair.

Just imagine how a normal person can withstand such an impact, so he is so frightened that his heart is still pounding, and his legs and feet are weak.

Presumably from now on, he would never dare to be disrespectful or try to question anything about this Helan Academy's teaching Mr. Xi.

After the mysterious and terrifying first lesson, the next is the second subject of etiquette, the teachers of these two subjects are middle-aged men about thirty years old, knowledgeable, vivid and extremely organized, but it is quite decent, there is no Leke, that kind of shocking situation.

The last class on the first day of admission is the technical course, and this is what all the students look forward to, because what it teaches is actually the most directly related to the practice.

Martial arts, cultivation, the teacher of this lesson, finally began to guide them into the mysterious and sacred path of cultivation.

With the second bell ringing, all the students in the Ding Courtyard straightened their backs together, and then looked in the direction of the door of the house together.

Looking forward to the appearance of their most important teacher.

However, it seemed that a long time had passed, until the straight necks of the students here were about to feel sore.

Finally, there were a few sounds that made people feel a little disgusting, harsh, the kind of thick phlegm stuck deep in the throat, and the sound that couldn't cough out no matter how much they coughed, came continuously.

The students' expressions suddenly became a little panicked, but when such a person appeared at the door of this house, their eyes even showed sadness.

They were very sad because the so-called teacher who could lead them to the path of mystical cultivation was actually such a person.

The man was short and thin, as if he had hung an outrageously wide school uniform on a pile of bones, and rattled as he walked slowly.

He had a yellowish complexion, a face with high cheekbones, very ugly features, a slightly withered yellow messy hair that was fluffy, and barely pulled a bun on the top of his head, which still seemed to be a little crooked.

This is acceptable, but what makes them a little devastated is that this teacher is so young, so young that he doesn't even look a few years older than them.

Such a young person can also be their teacher, does he have such a good fork? If it is really a bull fork, with his so-called talent, shouldn't he teach those top students of the first courtyard, why should he mix in the Ding courtyard, which is the lowest level in this Helan Academy.

"Hey......"

I don't know that the student was the first student, because of the extreme disappointment in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, the students in the entire Ding Courtyard were also like deflated balls, and they went down.

The students' eyes changed from anticipation to disappointment, and it was impossible for the young Mr. Teacher, who seemed to be sick, not to notice it.

But as if he hadn't seen anything, he sat down on the bench on the table with a blank ass, and then lifted one leg and pressed it against his other bony leg.

Lazy, and said with a little weakness: "This teacher Xi Ji idiot, I will be the teacher of the technical department of this Ding Academy in the future, although I have just come to Helan Academy to do this broken teaching, and I am still in the stage of groping and comprehending, but ...... I have a habit of being upset to see students who don't listen to me, or make bullshit remarks about what I say and do.

Therefore, in the future, when you take technical classes, you must be obedient and obedient, just do what I say, don't make me angry, I tell you, I am very terrible to be angry, and the consequences are very serious......"

At this time, the students in the Ding Academy were really silent, just staring blankly at the thin young teacher on the stage, issuing his teaching theories and irreversible remarks about him.

Suddenly, there were thousands of grass and mud horses whistling over his head......

After listening to the lecture of this new teacher, the students looked at each other one by one, you look at me, I look at you, and the shock and sadness on their faces are self-evident.

After going through a lot of hardships and overcoming obstacles, he came into Helan Courtyard and ended up in a low-class Ding Courtyard, even if he was so lucky, why did he happen to meet such a willful and unreliable young teacher?

How bad their character is that they are guilty of this?

"Yes, sir......" Finally, a student's weak and heartbroken response came.

The young teacher Ji Idiot frowned as if he was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more.

Instead, he swapped one of his legs on the other leg and pressed it.

"So, let's start the class now......"

As soon as the students heard this, they forcibly cheered up, although the teacher they met did not look very good, but what if the real person did not show his face, or was ruined?

"Ahem!" Mr. Ji Idiot coughed twice very clearly, and said slowly: "The Yuan of Heaven and Earth, the Initial Theory of Qi Realm, and the Theory of Yuan Policy...... And so on, and read two of them, and remember that they are necessary to read every day, until you are able to memorize them without hindrance, and then you will come to me again...... Okay, the library building is at the back of the Ding Courtyard, you can go to the first floor to find it, and the class is over!"

After saying this, Mr. Ji Idiot, who taught Mr. Xi, waved away like this, without taking a little cloud with him.