Jiang Yan sat on the chair, and in front of him was an old man who was not young, his face was full of wrinkles, white hair, and a serious expression on his face. The old man lowered his head, as if looking at something. When Jiang Yan entered the door, he felt the serious atmosphere in the room. There were a few pots of plants that Jiang Yan didn't know on the windowsill, and bright sunlight shone in through the windowsill.

"Jiang Yan, classmate." The old man raised his head, Jiang Yan knew that he was about to start speaking.

After skipping classes for a month, he was finally caught. He was called to the office by the Director of Instruction. When Jiang Yan received the notification, his first thought was, WHAT? Does this college still have a teaching office? And then it is, what? Is there anyone else named in this college?

Jiang Yan felt that he had gone to a fake otherworldly college, and the only good otherworldly college was the admissions office, teachers, and deans! This teaching office that suddenly appeared is completely inconsistent with the style of the time-traveling!

"Jiang Yan! Are you listening! "The director of the teaching office is actually a retired teacher, and Jiang Yan doesn't know what lessons he teaches, but he only knows that he retired from his education post when he was about to retire, and used his last residual heat in the teaching office. In his long teaching career, he has met many students, and even the current Four Emperors were once his students. He is knowledgeable and has strange ideas, and after his childhood sweetheart, Plant Niang, dies in a disaster, he renounces his role as a gardener and devotes himself to education, believing that the powerful next generation will drive his enemies out of this world. However, when his students received knowledge from him, they turned their guns on their own people. It was from his first generation of students that the gardeners grew stronger, but the continent became more and more strife. It can't be said that it was his fault, he just gave it a gentle push.

"Ah, yes!" Jiang Yan woke up from the resume of this legendary teacher, and when Bingyi told him about the deeds of this director of the teaching office, Jiang Yan would still be suspicious, how could there be such a powerful guy in this world, and he would disrupt the balance of the world with his knowledge alone.

"I don't know what kind of background you have, though." The old man lifted his glasses, "But since you have come to the Holy Seed Academy, you should study seriously, how can there be such a student who does not come to class for a week!" ”

His words suddenly became stern, Jiang Yan was startled, this expression reminded him of his unbearable good student days, that was in high school, when he fought the Three Kingdoms Killing in the chaotic evening self-study, he looked back and saw the head teacher with such an expression on his face.

"There's a reason for that." But Jiang Yan didn't dare to say it, he couldn't tell the serious old man in front of him that his young man in his twenties was still guilty of middle two.

After coming out of the first line of flowers, Wujian came out quickly, and after a few words of greeting, she left, as if there was something urgent.

After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Yan rarely began to think about the words of the first line of flowers, well, not fully developed...... To be honest, Jiang Yan also knows nothing about his ghost talents, and what "Shennong tastes a hundred herbs to determine his nature" does not seem to be as simple as he understands. When he first knew the usefulness of [Shennong], he was still very excited, thinking that he could rely on this talent to sweep the world and build a great plant mother crystal palace. However, the feeling that appeared before kissing the watermelon did not appear when facing poplar and poplar, and in the dark, Jiang Yan felt that at this time, even if he risked being beaten to death, he would not gain anything by insulting his plant mother.

So Jiang Yan's throbbing heart quickly calmed down, but the words of the silver line that day rekindled a little bit of hope. It turns out that the talent of the gardener can still be developed? It seems that Bingyi doesn't know this, and even Wuji seems to know it for the first time from a line of flowers.

This seems to be a very difficult process, otherwise it would have become an entry into the gardener's compulsory textbook, and then people will see that this group of guys who live on plant mothers all day long are crazy to develop their talents every day, what "Nine Days of Death", "Eight Desolations and Ups and Downs", "Seven Injuries and Six Worlds", all the secrets come to a set.

However, Jiang Yan was also idle, and he actually began to plan his talent development in an orderly manner. The first thing he thought of was to enhance his physique, maybe his physique would go up, and his talents would be naturally developed. Aren't the protagonists of those time-traveling novels all able to feel the aura of heaven and earth and magic elements when they sit on the bed, Jiang Yan thinks about it, he is also a cross-timer, maybe he is also the protagonist of some kind of garbage novel, but he sat on the bed for a day, well, and finally succeeded...... fell asleep, and at the same time frightened the watermelon and poplar, and they rarely went to the academy that day, and stayed with him for a day.

After trying like this for three days, Jiang Yan gave up. He decided to start with external skills, it seems that he has no talent for cultivating internal skills, but isn't there still the legendary external skills that diligence can make up for clumsiness! He also deliberately went to the West Mountain, wanting to stay under the waterfall for more than ten days like those protagonists, and then come out every second. Don't say it, after being plowed over the western mountain by the hillock, Jiang Yan still found the waterfall.

The stream flowing from the cave where I met the unsullied formed a waterfall on the steep rock face. Well, although the waterfall is very small, only as wide as the palm of his hand, it is better than nothing! That night, he was caught by Populus euphratica who had returned from class.

After hitting a wall twice in a row, Jiang Yan finally changed his mind, and it seems that it is not possible to improve his physique (can't you take the regular way to exercise well!). That can improve the level of knowledge! So Jiang Yan walked into the library with his head held high in Hu Yang's pleased eyes.

After reading the novel for more than half a month, he was dragged out of the library by Chen She. You may not believe it, the novels in the library are really rubbish, but I don't know why, he just can't stop, this feeling is similar to him on the earth, bored before going to bed, looking for a novel, only to see late at night, it's called a fascination, and then wake up, damn, what a garbage novel, and then delete half of the novel from the shelf. In the past half a month, he has read nearly fifty or sixty novels, most of which are knightly novels, well, and Tanmei, none of which he has finished reading.

After exchanging a few words with the old man, Jiang Yan finally managed to walk out of the teaching office. But looking at the old man's expression, he can't get rid of the image of a boy who eats and waits for death.

After being stunned at the door of the teaching office for a while, Jiang Yan decided to go back to the classroom first.