Early the next morning, Shi Jieren once again activated the spell of shrinking the ground into inches, ready to shake off Yan Bei while she was asleep.

Unexpectedly, some people were just pretending to sleep, and he walked with her, clinging tightly, like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be torn off.

There's no way, you can't beat it, you can still get away!

The spiritual leader disappeared for five whole days, and everything was cold.

The two entered the city on their front and back feet, and the king's guards had already driven away the Lunatic cultists who were stirring up the hearts of the people in the city, and only a few people were left in the city muttering about the burning of the son of the wicked.

As for the others, what should they do, their livelihood is always necessary, and no one is idle to march and demonstrate against the king every day.

【Ding! Twist +20, current twist 20/100]

The system prompt sounded suddenly, and Yan Bei's smile deepened, and even the world-weary face of Shi Jieren, who was "everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober", was much more pleasing to his eyes.

In Nanzhao, wherever there is a Moon Worship Sect Master, the fiery worship gaze is indispensable at all, Yan Bei followed Shi Jie people back to the Moon Worship Sect General Altar, and felt this kind of high-profile treatment along the way.

Truth be told, people who don't like to be overly noticed may really not be able to stand this feeling.

"Stop!"

Yan Bei was about to follow Shi Jieren to worship the main altar of the Lunatic Cult when the two Lunatic Cultists at the door immediately put up their knives and stopped them in front of her.

"Anyone who is not from my sect is not allowed to enter!" One of them snapped a reminder.

It was as if Yan Bei had defiled the Holy Land if he had stepped into it.

"Do you know who I am?" Although this is a very cliché, Yan Bei feels that she needs to pretend to be this force now.

Shi Jieren glanced back at her, with a mockery in his eyes, turned around and walked away.

The two disciples glanced at each other, not taking Yan Bei's words.

“......”

Inexplicably a little embarrassed, how fat four!

Yan Bei raised his hand to support his forehead, feeling that if he didn't save it, he would collapse.

So, she flirted her bangs domineeringly, and a wall-piercing technique was used, and she passed directly through the two of them.

The two disciples were dumbfounded, and quickly turned their heads to look, but the person was gone, and only heard a woman's banter in the distance.

"Remember, I'm your sect leader's mother, I'll be polite to my mother next time!"

Two Cultists: ⊙_⊙!

Are they dying?

Yan Bei came to Shi Jieren's room with a smile, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw two rows of bookshelves full of books, which were full of books.

If you look closely, there are categories such as agriculture, astronomy, field, water conservancy, philosophy, etc., and there are all kinds of categories.

But this is nothing, the most striking thing is a picture behind the desk, a simple figure with only one circle.

Shi Jieren stood in front of the desk, picking up a pen and practicing on paper, and it was not surprising that she followed so quickly.

Noticing that she was staring at the picture, he put down his pen and asked with a smile, "Are you interested?" ”

"Not interested." Yan Bei shrugged, not at all interested in this circle.

He frowned, disappointment in his eyes.

He thought she was a little different from those ignorant mortals, but now it seemed that he was thinking too much.

"Ignorant mortals!" He sighed.

"You study these things every day?" She flipped out a book of mountains and rivers and asked curiously.

Shi Jie bowed his head, but he didn't have any hope for her, and didn't ask her if she had any different feelings.

"So what did you come up with? Do you know how to draw contour lines? Yan Bei asked casually.

"What is a contour line?" Shi Jieren, who had no hope, heard her words, rekindled his curiosity for knowledge, and stared at her with burning eyes.

Yan Bei was startled, took a step back, and then said, "Contour lines refer to the closed curves formed by adjacent points of equal elevation on the topographic map. ”

"It is to connect the closed curves of points at the same altitude on the ground, and project them vertically onto a horizontal plane, and draw them on the drawing in proportion to obtain the contour line."

After explaining, seeing Shi Jieren's half-incomprehensible inquisitive eyes, he hooked his lips and smiled, stepped forward, picked up the pen and paper he had just put down, and briefly sketched the contour line graphic on it to explain to him.

"Contour lines can also be seen as the intersection of horizontal planes at different altitudes with the actual ground, so contour lines are closed curves, and the numbers marked on the contour lines are the elevation of those contour lines."

"And what is the altitude?" Shi Jieren asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, Yan Bei looked up at him and suddenly realized that he might have said too much.

The result of talking too much is that the more you talk, the more you talk, and there is no end!

That's a whole set of geographical knowledge, she went from junior high school to high school, and she only learned a foundation for six years, if she taught it all to Shi Jieren, how long would it take?

However, if he focuses on studying, it seems that he can divert his attention from wanting to destroy the world.

Thinking of this, Yan Bei raised his hand and motioned for him to wait, and disappeared directly in front of him.

This disappearance is not the kind of disappearance that can still be perceived, but a complete disappearance, as if the whole world can't find her.

Shi Jieren frowned slightly, and he was inexplicably a little panicked in his heart, worried that she would never return.

But no sooner had such thoughts arisen than she returned.

Not to mention the change of clothes, the hairstyle has also changed, it is a strange dress that he has never seen before, and it is even a little explicit.

The red clothes are cut to fit the figure very well, perfectly reflecting her bumpy figure, with a V-shaped neckline, revealing a delicate collarbone, just one glance, Shi Jieren looked away, and said embarrassedly:

"I didn't expect you Central Plains people to be more open than our Miao Jiang people."

Hearing this, Yan Bei, who was about to take out the textbook he bought from the modern parallel world, was suddenly stunned, looked down at the red dress on his body, and looked helpless.

She was in a hurry to move the textbook over, but she forgot to change her clothes.

Hurriedly flashed into the space and changed into a well-covered ancient costume, and then walked out again.

She took out a large stack of textbooks and piled them up on the desk.

"Jieren, let's learn." She held the teaching stick she got from nowhere, pointed to a dark green board, and shouted impatiently.

"What are they?" Shi Jieren asked in surprise.

He looked through the textbooks, and only sporadically understood the words on them, as well as the pictures, and he couldn't understand the rest of the words.

"What you don't understand now, it's all simplified, and it's different from the text you know." Yan Bei stretched out his hand and took down the textbook in his hand and gave him a copy of the language.

"Since you're so studious, let's start with literacy first."

"Yes." He nodded, looking at her wistfully.

He loves to learn, and learning makes him happy!

With such studious students, as a teacher, Yan Bei felt that this feeling was really refreshing.

Especially when this student draws inferences and shows a particularly high IQ, that sense of accomplishment reaches its peak.