Mo Yan was not surprised by this answer: "Yes." ”

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "However, it will be very hard, so it is better to choose a single specialization." ”

The avenue of cultivation is not a cultivation in the first place, and the more types of exercises the better.

More is better than fine.

Being distracted by too many minor things is not beneficial to your practice. Except for true geniuses, though.

"That's—"

Si Junli thought about it very seriously, "Let's start with the pupil technique." ”

He is not very confident in himself at this stage.

Especially as a newcomer who has just stepped into the threshold.

"Yes."

Mo Yan bowed his head.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a copy of the pupil art classic "Burning the Pupil Technique" from the Qiankun ring, and handed it to Si Junli, "This, you take it back and study it yourself." ”

He himself, not the owner of the bloodline pupil, could not teach this child.

It can only rely on this child's own comprehension ability.

Moreover, the level of this "Burning Pupil Technique" is not low, it was brought out from the library of the Burning Xi Secret Realm, and it is one of the treasures of the Burning Xi Ancestor during his lifetime.

The value of this book, when it comes to the market, I am afraid that it can be auctioned at a sky-high price.

And Mo Yan didn't even blink his eyelids and gave it to Si Junli.

"Thank you, Young Master Mo!"

Si Junli was very happy, opened the book "Burning the Pupil Technique", and began to read it hungrily.

After only a few lines of words, he was deeply intrigued.

It should be obscure content, but he seems to have opened it, he can understand it at a glance, and he can make sense of it with a little deduction in his mind.

It's like...... He instinctively does the same!

Si Junli didn't know why this was happening, but he was very excited, seeing that it was getting late, he said goodnight to his Qianmo sister, and then returned to his room and continued to study the pupil art classics in a fascination.

*。 *。 *

Day 2.

Zi Kun found Zi Qianmo and gave her a large red irregular oval that looked like a turtle shell.

Zi Qianmo took it and looked at it several times, but still didn't understand: "Grandpa, what is this?" ”

"Your admission ticket." Zi Kun explained with a smile, "The Xuanwu Academy freshman exam is tomorrow, and at that time, you can take the test with it." ”

Zi Qianmo: "......"

Xuanwu College's admission ticket?

It's just a tortoise shell!

It's still ugly and dyed.

This taste, tsk. Only Dean Yu, who is extremely spicy in the legend and only likes big red and big gold, can do it.

"Qianmo, grandpa believes in you, with your cultivation and qualifications, you will definitely be able to successfully enter and become a disciple of Xuanwu Academy." Zi Kun was full of anticipation and smiled kindly.

Zi Qianmo's face was expressionless: "Oh." ”

Damn Xuanwu.

Hum!

If it weren't for Mo Dayan being the vice principal, she wouldn't have bothered to go.

Zi Kun seemed to see his granddaughter's reluctance, and immediately said: "Qianmo, you can rest assured, Master Mo has set off today and officially went to Xuanwu Academy to take up a job, and you can meet again tomorrow." ”

Ziqian Mo's ears turned red: "Oh." ”

Really, she didn't ask Mo Yan again.

Grandpa is really getting more and more verbose.

"Qianmo, tell your grandfather the truth, what do you think of Mo Yan?" Zi Kun held back for a long time, but still asked the question in his heart.

"Very good." Facial paralysis jpg.

"No, grandpa means, do you have a good impression of Mo Yan?"