The bronze mirror exudes a soft glow. Fan Wou-Ki whispered a mysterious language that his parents had taught him when he was young. The language is mysterious and complex. Fan Wou-Ki's recitation was like chanting a mantra.

As Fan Wuji's voice floated, the bronze mirror in his arms trembled more and more. While the bronze mirror trembled, the soft halo became more and more dazzling, becoming more and more dazzling.

"Shine on me with my bronze mirror, and within the bronze mirror, the power of nature will replenish my body. Fan Wuji recited that mysterious language, and then a pure and refined force of nature overflowed from the bronze mirror. This force of nature entered his body and repaired his own injuries.

Seeing this, Fan Wuji nodded with satisfaction. He continued: "Seal me with my bronze mirror." ”

In the next moment, the bronze mirror vibrated violently, and the dazzling light emanating from it illuminated the entire bedroom. In the end, all the light poured into Fan Wuji's body.

A quarter of an hour later, the dazzling light gradually dissipated. And the terrifying aura in Fan Wuji's body was gone. At this moment, looking at the breath, he is like an ordinary person who has not practiced.

Fan Wuji said: "Only by sealing oneself in this way can the power of nature infused into it not spill out. In this way, the body can be repaired as quickly as possible. And what is sealed is only my physical cultivation. My physical cultivation is too strong, and if someone finds out, it will be easy to expose my identity as a man in black. In this way, sealing the cultivation of the physical body is a matter of killing two birds with one stone. ”

The mystery of the bronze mirror has been experienced by Fan Wuji since he was a child. He had learned from his mother some simple spells and prints for the use of bronze mirrors. Even if it is just a simple use of bronze mirrors, there are all kinds of unbelievable mysteries.

Imbued with the power of nature, it sealed the cultivation of the physical body. By this time, it was dawn. After a while, the first rays of light shone into Fan Wuji's courtyard. The faint sunlight shone on his face, and he felt warm.

Fan Wuji stretched out his waist, ate breakfast, and walked out of his courtyard.

He came to the classroom, still sitting in the seat behind Fu Yiyi. He looked at Fu Yiyi in front of him, still stunned. Sometimes just looking at the back of the person you like is already very happy. Fan Wuji is very content, he likes to be close to Fu Yiyi's days.

At this time, the instructor was cold, his eyebrows were raised, and he showed a displeased expression. She didn't attack Fan Wuji with chalk this time. He called Fan Wuji up and asked him to answer the question.

In Leng Qingqiu's eyes, Fan Wuji was distracted in class, and if he didn't learn and didn't know how to learn, he would definitely not know what she was talking about. So she casually asked a few questions for Fan Wuji to answer.

Fan Wuji nodded slightly, stood up, still with a calm posture and an almost blind confidence. His demeanor was as usual, his posture was elegant, and his voice was full of energy. At this time, he talked eloquently and easily answered the questions raised by the instructor Leng Qingqiu.

Seeing this, the instructor Leng Qingqiu was a little surprised. But she remained silent and continued to ask a few tricky questions. Fan Wuji barely thought about it, and answered the question almost perfectly.

At this time, the instructor Leng Qingqiu and the students looked at Fan Wuji's eyes changed. Who would have thought that a person who was distracted in class and hung up on his children would be able to perfectly answer the questions raised by the teacher. There is no lack of focus and trickery in these questions.

And the instructor Leng Qingqiu sighed in his heart: Could this guy be a genius? No matter how talented a person is, he needs to learn to master knowledge. But this guy gets distracted every time he goes to class, where can I see him studying hard?

Leng Qingqiu looked around angrily. She tries to find an accomplice who cheated for Fan Wou-Ki. She didn't think that Fan Wou-Ki had the knowledge to be able to answer my questions. But she was soon disappointed. With her cultivation and eyesight, she couldn't see the slightest evidence of Fan Wuji's favoritism.

Seeing that Fan Wou-Ki was able to perfectly answer a series of questions he asked. Leng Qingqiu is not good at reprimanding Fan Wuji. Leng Qingqiu suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to lecture.

And this fanny Fan Wuji has no intention of repenting. He was still looking at Fu Yiyi's back, stunned. When Leng Qingqiu saw this, he hated the root of his teeth.

"Class!" accompanied by a burst of bells, Leng Qingqiu spat out these two words in a cold voice. With Leng Qingqiu's order, the students all stood up and shouted goodbye to the teacher.

Leng Qingqiu saw that Fan Wuji was still staring at Fu Yiyi, and she was angry. She gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Fan Wuji, come to my office after class." ”

Leng Qingqiu, as a tutor and a teacher, is known for his iron-faced selflessness and well-governed in the academy. Leng Qingqiu called Fan Wuji to go to the office at this time, and the classmates present all gave him a look of self-help.

When Fan Wuji heard this, he woke up from his trance. Fan Wuji was neither sad nor happy at this time, his heart was not shocked, and he was as calm as a lake. After a while, Fan Wuji Shi Ran came to Leng Qingqiu's office.

As soon as he entered the door, Leng Qingqiu's expression changed, and he became extremely dignified and serious. At the same time, her aura has changed drastically, and it is completely the majesty of being a guide and teacher.

She said coldly: "Fan Wuji, you are distracted in class, answering questions for personal gain, do you know what is wrong?"

"Teacher Leng. I did get distracted in class. But may I ask the teacher, what is the ultimate purpose of the students' lessons?" Fan Wuji generously admitted that he was distracted, and asked rhetorically.

When Leng Qingqiu heard this, he sneered and said lightly: "The ultimate purpose of students in class is naturally to learn cultivation knowledge. Do you think that I don't even have this common sense?"

"That's right. Teacher. I was distracted, but I had all the knowledge I had in the first grade. In other words, my grades were second in the class, and no one dared to call them first. Fan Wuji said, smiling brightly, he still had that smile.

With that charming smile, Fan Wuji said indifferently: "Some people have achieved amazing results by studying hard, and I call this kind of person a scholar. And some people don't need to study hard and can still get amazing grades. I call this kind of person a scholar. Teacher Leng, who is not talented in the next generation, is obviously a god of learning. ”

When Leng Qingqiu heard this, his expression was stunned. This is the first time she has heard of the concept of learning tyrants and learning gods. Her expression then changed, expressing disbelief. Next, Leng Qingqiu began to ask questions about all kinds of obscure spiritual knowledge. This knowledge, even many lecturers, dare not say that they have mastered it all.

I saw that Fan Wuji, witty words, and eloquent talk. Every spiritual knowledge he was able to expound perfectly from multiple angles. Seeing this, Leng Qingqiu realized that the so-called God of Learning really existed. So she looked at Fan Wuji with a complicated face, excited to have such a student.