Anyway, it's okay to sit here, Zhang Yi put his eyes on Mo Xue, it doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, he finds that the aura on Mo Xue's body seems to be a little stronger than the last time he saw her, and it is not much better than the official students of the Martial Arts Academy.

The grading criteria of the martial arts academy are very simple,

Students who first enter the martial arts academy are preparatory students, generally entering the school at the age of seven, and then begin to learn theoretical knowledge plus a small amount of divine training, until the age of twelve.

At this time, the preparatory students will have to take an exam, and those who pass will become regular students of the martial arts academy and have the opportunity to continue to learn further knowledge, and if they fail, they will have a chance to repeat the grade, and if they still fail to pass the second time, they will be ordered to drop out.

Most of the tasks after the godborn graduate are fighting evil monsters, every battle is a battle of life and death, failure is death, rather than letting these guys who go to the battlefield to die be ashamed, it is better to let them do other work,

These people's subsequent courses will be completely liberal arts, learning various skills to assist the gods, intelligence gathering, battlefield analysis, material deployment, etc., are all their tasks.

Regular students who have passed the exam will begin to pay attention to the cultivation of combat, and there will be fewer and fewer theoretical knowledge courses, and there will be more and more courses for combat practice and teaching the cultivation of the Divine Descendants.

The official students are six years old, and after six years, they will travel to various parts of the country to start a new life in the direction they are good at.

Mo Xue is only six years old now, and it will take another year to officially enter the martial arts academy and become a preparatory student, but now Zhang Yi thinks that Mo Xue's strength is no worse than that of the official student, compared to those little children who are still playing with mud, it can be said that this is a high evaluation.

"Mo Xue, your cultivation seems to have improved a lot."

The look of appreciation on Zhang Yi's face was undisguised, although Mo Xue was the granddaughter of Dean Moyu, she must have received training in Moyu a long time ago, but if Mo Xue herself was not angry, it would be useless for Dean Moyu to train.

"Recently, there has been a small breakthrough in cultivation, and it can't be called the word "refinement."

Mo Xue's answer was decent, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth had betrayed her true thoughts.

"Hahaha, Mo Xue, you are still so modest, you really have the demeanor of a teacher, I'm afraid the teacher will train you as an heir, and the position of the teacher in the future will depend on Mo Xue."

Zhang Yi's joke is mixed with seriousness, Mo Xue's excellence is obvious to all, other stars, including her, are very optimistic about Mo Xue, if one day in the future, Dean Mo Yu really announces that his granddaughter, Mo Xue, will inherit his position and become the next Vermilion Bird Star Monarch, then Zhang Yi will definitely not object.

"Aunt Zhang Yi is serious, grandpa's body is still very strong, where do you need an heir."

Mo Xue didn't find Bei because of Zhang Yi's praise or two, she still made a very rational answer.

"Hahaha, I said how do you feel that the weather is extremely hot today, even the cold of winter has dissipated a lot."

At this moment, a neutral voice came from afar.

"Teacher."

"Grandpa."

Hearing this voice, Mo Xue and Zhang Yi looked out of the courtyard in unison, and just happened to see an old man with a tall posture, an extraordinary atmosphere, and white hair walking over, holding a fishing rod and a fish bucket in his hand.

"Hahaha, how can Wing Tsubasa have time to come? I'm a bad old man, don't accompany Dingcheng and Xiao Yuxuan at home, that stinky boy in Dingcheng has complained to me several times, and wants me to transfer you back from the north to accompany their father and daughter. ”

Mo Yu handed the fishing rod and fish bucket in his hand to Mo Xue, who had already reached out to take it, and then went to the stone table in the courtyard, waved his hand, and motioned for Zhang Yi to sit down as well.

"The war in the north is tight, how can I have so much time to come back, if it weren't just in time for the New Year, and now the north is still covered with heavy snow, and the demon beasts are blocked from going down the mountain, plus they are starving, and their combat power is declining, how can I have the opportunity to come back and rest for a while."

Zhang Yi didn't want to stay at home and spend more time with her husband and children, but she was a wife and mother and also a Suzaku Yisu, and it was her responsibility to protect the lives of the Li people.

"Alas, it's also useless for me, an old man, otherwise I wouldn't have needed you to go far away to suppress the north."

"Teacher, how can you say that? I was already ready when I became a wing, and I didn't hesitate to give up my life for the sake of the world, and now I'm just going to the north, which is nothing at all. ”

As soon as Zhang Yi heard Mo Yu blame herself, she immediately defended Mo Yu, she never felt that there was anything bad about her current life, although she spent less time with her family, but when she looked at the emotional expressions of those people who were saved by herself in the north, Zhang Yi could always feel pride from the bottom of her heart.

"Grandpa, Aunt Zhang Yi finally came back once, don't mention the matter of demon beasts again, Aunt Zhang Yi is estimated to be tired of killing demon beasts in the north."

Mo Xue walked out with a pot of freshly brewed tea at this time, ending this not-so-good topic by the way.

"Haha, that's right, is there something wrong with Xiao Wing coming to me this time? It's not just going to be me a bad old man. ”

Mo Yu also realized that this topic was not suitable to bring up now, so he changed the topic according to Mo Xue's words.

"It's like I don't usually come to see the teacher when I have nothing to do."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, and always felt that when he said this, he felt as if he was a person who did not respect his teacher.

"Then let me think about it, most of the times you looked for me for, once you smashed your father's antiques and ran to me to take refuge, and once you accidentally pulled out thousands of miles of herbs as weeds, oh yes, I remember that you once hid the Wei Tuo Demon Pestle collected by Dingcheng to a place where you couldn't find it, and finally begged me to let me help you find it."

"Stop, stop, teacher, I know I'm wrong, don't say it again."

With the black history that could pop out of Moyu's mouth, Zhang Yi immediately surrendered, and raised his hands above his head to indicate that he had surrendered, so shut up.

"Hahaha, Xiaoxue is still here, I'll save you a little face."

Seeing Zhang Yi's embarrassed look, Mo Yu laughed twice before stopping.

Seeing that Moyu really didn't mean to continue to report his black history, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, his image had not completely collapsed.

However, Zhang Yi didn't know that in Mo Xue's heart, her image had already collapsed.