There is a kind of body method, which is called "light work" in the rivers and lakes.

Here, however, people prefer to call it a "weird pace."

So Su Fan inexplicably became the owner of this "weird step".

The dean was about to say something more, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of Su Fan's room.

"Who?" the dean asked, turning around.

The door opened, and a figure entered.

The three people in the room looked at each other and suddenly found that the person who came was Zheng He, one of the four people of "Tiger Phoenix Xianghe".

Among the four academicians, Zheng He's speed is the fastest.

"Dean, there are some things that you need to deal with. As soon as Zheng He came in, he got straight to the point and didn't talk too much nonsense.

Guo Tianlong, who originally wanted to point out Su Fan, frowned after hearing Zheng He's words.

Immediately, he turned around and said to Su Fan: "In the next three months, perfect your martial arts, this is your third lesson." When I say you've passed, the third lesson will be over. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Su Fan to react, he left with Zheng He.

"Dean..."On the way out, Zheng He seemed to stop talking.

"Say it. "Decades of master and apprentice, what Zheng He is thinking in his heart, Guo Tianlong naturally knows better than anyone else. When you see his expression, you know he has something to say.

Zheng He paused, and then said cautiously: "Su Fan's kid's martial arts are really a bit strange, but why does the dean only guide him, but never ask him about that martial arts?"

The meaning of Zheng He's words is obvious.

Su Fan's martial arts are obviously above the orange quality, and this level of martial arts, looking at the entire Tianwu Continent, is a top-notch existence. Even their Heavenly Dragon Academy couldn't come up with any martial arts that could be compared.

According to Zheng He's meaning, if Su Fan is willing to contribute his martial arts to Tianlong Academy, the strength of the students of Tianlong Academy, no, even the strength of the mentor, can reach a new level.

This was an obvious fact, Zheng He believed that if the dean asked for it, Su Fan would definitely hand over the secret martial arts even if he was reluctant.

But why didn't the dean do it?

He was curious, he couldn't figure it out, so he finally asked.

Guo Tianlong just glanced at Zheng He lightly, did not answer his question directly, and just asked, "Have you ever heard the story of the national teacher buying paintings?"

"The national teacher buys paintings?" Zheng He shook his head.

Guo Tianlong slowly narrated: "There was once a national teacher in the empire, and when he passed by a small town, he took a fancy to the painting in the hand of a painter. The painter's pen is sharp and his style is whimsical, and the few paintings he made are all masterpieces of ingenuity. The national teacher appreciated it and was ready to buy all the paintings written by the painter. Guess how much he offered?"

"The students don't know. Zheng He looked dazed, he really didn't understand what the connection between this story and the question he asked.

But the dean ignored it, and just continued to narrate to himself: "Those paintings, the national teacher offered three hundred gold. But he was rejected by the painter. ”

"Why?" This time, Zheng He, who was not even thinking about this story, was aroused by curiosity.

The dean did not answer, but continued: "After the painter refused, he burned all his paintings, leaving only one of them, and then told the national teacher that the remaining painting would be sold for 3,000 gold at a fixed price." Ultimately... The national teacher was ruthless and bought the painting. ”

"A painting is actually worth more than so many paintings before?" Zheng He felt a little incredible.

"Of course, because that painting is the only painting left by Ji Wucai, the world's first painter. The so-called scarcity is precious, and the only painting of the world's first painter will naturally be much more valuable than the countless paintings he has painted before. The dean smiled, his good intentions seemed to be through this story, so that Zheng He could understand.

Is scarcity expensive?

Indeed, Tianlong Academy is like the first painter Ji Wucai, the students of Tianlong Academy are his paintings, and Su Fan... That's what the rest of the painting is.

Orange martial arts, not everyone can control it, especially those who are not up to the mark.

But now, Guo Tianlong has absolute confidence in Su Fan.

The first lesson of the mind, Su Fan completed it very well;

The tenacity of the second lesson, Su Fan also persevered.

Today's third lesson, compared to the previous two lessons, is much easier for Su Fan.

The dean has reason to believe that Su Fan, the only remaining painting, has the potential to surpass the Qinglong and become the first in the mainland.

And Zheng He just silently followed behind the dean.

He seems to have finally realized the gap between himself and the dean.

He finally knew why the dean could teach students like "Tiger Phoenix Xianghe", but he, as one of the "Tiger Phoenix Xianghe", couldn't teach students who were better than blue?

"It's time for you and the tiger to come to your senses. Guo Tianlong looked at Zheng He's thoughtful expression, and said bitterly: "Look at Chu Feng and Wen Xiang, the two of them, leisurely and leisurely, only teach two or three protégés at the bottom, and the protégés are not too good at all, otherwise, you can't chew too much, how can you have so much time to guide them one by one? Do you know the characteristics of all your protégés? Do you know which of them works hardest and which one is lazy when?"

Zheng He stopped...

Yes, he has always been fighting with Lei Laohu, fighting for who has more students and whose students are better.

There are 36 students in the elite class, and more than half of them are under the door of the two of them.

There are fifteen Lei Laohu, and he Zheng He is twelve.

But as the dean said, he only had a general understanding of the twelve protégés, and he couldn't do everything.

All along, I have only strictly urged them to work hard to cultivate, and this kind of practice, except for adding a certain amount of discipline, is really no different from not having a teacher.

As a mentor, I'm really a little incompetent.

Zheng He expressed such a feeling.

"Teacher, I see. After a long time, Zheng He finally nodded, his expression like the sun after the rain. "Enlightened?" Guo Tianlong asked with a smile.

"Sort of. Zheng He nodded and said with a smile: "But since those children are all my students, from today on, even if I don't sleep, I must train them well." ”

"Go ahead. Guo Tianlong's face was full of joy.

The comprehension of the four people of "Tiger Phoenix Xianghe" is very good, but each of them has obvious shortcomings, which leads to the limited height they can reach, and they can only be limited to Tianlong Academy and be an academician.

But what about the young spirit and Su Fan......

Guo Tianlong couldn't help but think of the two children again.

To be able to surpass the hope of the Qinglong Academy, the talent of these two children is not worse than the four academicians of the current Tianlong Academy, even... Stronger.

But the most important thing is that those two children do not have too obvious weaknesses......

"Teacher, I'll go back first. Guo Tianlong was pondering, but Zheng He's hurried voice suddenly came from his ears, as if the latter couldn't wait to go back to guide because he had a little understanding.

The straightness of that temperament is as fast as his, a little ridiculously fast.

Guo Tianlong subconsciously smiled and nodded, and suddenly thought of the reason why Zheng He came to Su Fan's room to find himself before, and hurriedly shouted towards Zheng He's departing back: "Hey, what happened?"

The speed of sound propagation couldn't keep up with the speed of Zheng He's galloping, and in a blink of an eye, Zheng He's figure had disappeared from Guo Tianlong's sight, leaving only this slightly obscene rickety old man, left alone under the slanting sun of the rising sun.