Nirvana Era, June 3987.

The scorching sun burns the earth. Even if you are surrounded by mountains, you can feel a little hot in such weather.

Tianyuan Sect, an outer academy, is also a top academy for cultivating masters and talents in all aspects for the Great Kun Dynasty. In the outside world, most of the talented boys who can be called geniuses or figures with excellent roots.

The outer courtyard of Tianyuan Sect is an independent branch outside the Tianyuan Sect. Every three years, the more talented children from all over the Dakun Dynasty will be collected through the Dakun Royal Court, so the popularity here is also the most popular. On the bluestone road, Jiang Cheng and Qin Song walked towards the school with a smile on their shoulders and smiled.

"Brother, I really feel relieved this time. I have long disliked Wang Yuan. Relying on his knowledge, he can help him with a few poems and essays, and he doesn't see his identity. No matter how good his knowledge is, what can he do?" Qin Song put his shoulders on Jiang Cheng, with a delighted expression on his face.

"I mean little." Jiang Cheng smiled indifferently. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt cold all over.

"Jiang Cheng, Qin Song!" A majestic voice exuded a bone-broken feeling, which made Jiang Cheng and Qin Song's bodies suddenly froze.

"Yan...Deacon Yan." The two of them turned around at the same time. When they saw the stereotyped face with a hint of disappointment appearing behind them, their expressions suddenly broke.

The person who came was named Yan Cheng, the outer deacon of Tianyuan Sect, and was also the chief supervisor who was responsible for teaching them, the preparation disciples and the mechanism skills. If you want to tell who these preparation disciples are most afraid of, they will definitely not be the leader of Tianyuan Sect. That is too far away for them. What really scares these preparation disciples is this cold-faced deacon, Yan Cheng.

Of course, the nickname of this cold-faced deacon was given by Jiang Cheng. As a powerful person in the Golden Elixir stage, he does not have such a low nickname.

Yan Cheng glanced at Jiang Cheng, then looked at Qin Song and said, "You go back first, Jiang Cheng, come with me."

"Yes." Qin Song's face showed a hint of joy, and he nodded and agreed. After giving Jiang Cheng a look of self-seeking blessing, he ran away without any loyalty.

"Come with me." Yan Cheng ignored Qin Song and took Jiang Cheng all the way to his study in the lower courtyard.

"Sit!" Yan Cheng sat down and pointed to the seat opposite.

"Students dare not." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and complained wildly in his heart, saying that Mao felt like he was called the office by his class teacher when he was in high school in his previous life?

"Don't dare?" Yan Cheng sneered, put a piece of paper on the table with a snap, and looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "Is this what you wrote?"

Jiang Cheng took a secret glance and saw a few poems written on the white paper: The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, so he looked up at the bright moon and thought of his hometown.

I couldn't help but feel secretly hated. These were the few words I wrote casually when I couldn't stand Wang Yuan's arrogant look just now. Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan not only refused to admit defeat, but also went to report to him!

But facing Yan Cheng's gaze, Jiang Cheng could only bite the bullet and said, "Disciple and Wang Yuanqi are angry."

"It's good to write." Yan Cheng glanced at the white paper and sneered: "It's just the handwriting... I'm curious how you won the name of a child prodigy?"

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and didn't speak. He was a time traveler and became a child directly. In his previous life, he was about to graduate from college and became a child again. He was naturally not a difficult task.

"Is this poem famous?" Yan Cheng glanced at the poem and asked faintly.

"Thinking in a quiet night." Jiang Cheng replied honestly.

"Did you miss home?" Yan Cheng looked at Jiang Cheng with a little less majesty in his eyes.

"No." Jiang Cheng shook his head.

Yan Cheng didn't bother with Jiang Cheng here, but just asked, "Do you know Qin Song's origin every day?"

"Know a little." Jiang Cheng nodded. Qin Song's family background was very strong. His father was the third-rank minister of the Great Kun Dynasty. He held military power. His mother's family was also a family of cultivation. The entire Great Kun Dynasty was a number of people.

"So, you should be very clear that even if Qin Song cannot pass the introductory assessment of the Lower Court and become a formal outer disciple, after returning, he still has a lot of resources for him to enjoy. Moreover, his roots and bones are better than you. Now they are already at the ninth level of body tempering. As long as you can break through the body tempering realm and enter the Qi Condensing Realm before the assessment, it is enough to promote him to an outer disciple. You should be very clear about your roots and bones!" Yan Cheng looked at Jiang Chengdao.

A bitterness appeared on Jiang Cheng's face.

As a time traveler, he also wants to do a great career, achieve great success and fight against the sky and the earth like those time traveling predecessors in this magical world.

When he first traveled through time, he did have this sense of superiority. After all, the mind of an adult is very prominent among a group of children. Therefore, he became known as a child prodigy and was valued by the inspectors set up by the Tianyuan Sect everywhere and brought back to the Tianyuan Sect.

At that time, Jiang Cheng was so excited that he could hardly sleep. This was equivalent to stepping into the immortal gate with one foot!

Unfortunately, when he started studying, he gave Jiang Cheng a head-on blow. His roots and bones were too poor. Qin Song didn't practice hard, and he could easily reach the ninth level of body tempering. However, after he practiced day and night, he had only barely broken through the third level of body tempering and reached the fourth level of body tempering. According to the Tianyuan Sect's test, his roots and bones were even worse than ordinary warriors. There was basically no hope of taking the path of immortal cultivation in this life.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng gave up after he could not see hope and began to give up on himself.

In fact, according to the rules of Tianyuan Sect, after the preparatory disciples are selected into Tianyuan Sect, there is not only one way to practice. In addition to cultivation, Tianyuan Sect has other courses, such as alchemy, weapon refining, mechanisms, Feng Shui, and even piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, military strategy, and celestial phenomena. As long as one of them has outstanding performance, you can be selected into the lower court and become an outer disciple and enjoy the resources of the outer disciples.

Unfortunately, as a poor student, Jiang Cheng really has no talent in this area. Moreover, he was devoted to cultivating immortals at that time. After suffering a blow, he had no intention of studying hard. Following Qin Song, Qin Song was rich, and he had some fun, and he just waited to leave Tianyuan Sect in the future. Perhaps he could find a good job through Qin Song's connections and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Jiang Cheng spent most of his previous life on campus and was already tired of studying. If he practiced forever, he could still stimulate his motivation, but if he was studying, Jiang Cheng didn't think that was of use.

"Forget it." Looking at Jiang Cheng's appearance, Yan Cheng sighed and waved his hand, "It seems that you have given up yourself. If I say anything else, you won't listen... Go back."

"Deacon... Why don't you scold me?" Jiang Cheng looked at Yan Cheng with some curiosity. In his memory, the cold-faced deacon was quite strict, so he subconsciously asked a very deaf question.

"Is it useful?" Yan Cheng shook his head, stood up, and said with a little tired expression: "You will eventually become a stain in my career as a deacon in the lower court. I just need to have a clear conscience. As for you... a child prodigy... haha~"

Somehow, Jiang Cheng felt a little depressed and greeted Yan Cheng: "Students leave."

Turning around and leaving Yan Cheng's study and walking on the road to school, Jiang Cheng felt that his heart was unprecedentedly heavy. In his previous life, from elementary school to junior high school to high school, and then to college, Jiang Cheng made rapid progress in the attitude of a poor student. In the eyes of those teachers in his previous life, he could be said to be disgusted by people.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the look of my parents in my previous life from expectation to disappointment to numbness. He had become accustomed to it before, but somehow, the corners of his eyes were a little sour at this moment.

Looking back at this moment, this teacher Yan Cheng was the only teacher who treated him seriously from beginning to end in his two lives. Although he gave him nicknames in private, Jiang Cheng respected this teacher Yan from the bottom of his heart.

But what can he do? He can't learn, he really can't learn.

With a complicated mood, Jiang Cheng walked into the school and the class was already started. The main theme of Tianyuan Sect was still in practice. Most of the preparatory disciples were actively practicing, hoping to reach the best state before the introductory assessment. Therefore, there were not many disciples who came to listen to the class. More than 30 preparatory disciples sat upright and listened carefully. Even Qin Song looked like I loved learning. Of course, with Jiang Cheng's understanding of him, if it were not for the lecturer that Mr. Bai Zhirou, who was known as the number one beautiful teacher in the entire outer school, this guy might have been in love with Zhou Gong's daughter now.

He bowed to Bai Zhirou, then sat to the last row, opened a roll of bamboo paper and started listening.

Although I was still very repulsive to learning, Jiang Cheng's mentality had changed at this moment.

Bai Zhirou is also a disciple who has no roots and bones. I heard that she was famous for her mathematical skills and became an outer disciple. With the cultivation of resources of the outer courtyard, she has now entered the Qi Condensation Realm, and it is the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation. If she goes further, she can reach the Qi Training Realm. Let her give lectures to the prepared disciples, which also means motivation.

The mathematics in this world is different from the mathematics in previous lives, but it is basically the same. It only emphasizes practicality, and incorporates some things that are considered mechanics, chemistry and other things in Jiang Cheng's view, and there are also some simple formations.

"To determine the Bagua, we cannot do without the changes in the mathematics. As long as we reach a certain level above the mathematics, even if you are trapped in the Bagua formation, it is easy to find the place where the life gate is located through the directions of the sun, the moon and even the stars. However, if you want to reach this step, the mathematics is the foundation, so it is not an exaggeration to say that mathematics is the foundation of all knowledge..."

On the podium, Bai Zhirou talked about the uses of mathematical techniques, and from time to time she would intersperse some other content related to mathematical techniques in major subjects such as refining weapons, alchemy and formations.

Jiang Cheng tried hard to concentrate on listening to the class. Although he was mixed with a lot of gossip, mechanism and other things, the content of mathematical techniques Bai Zhirou was talking about at this moment was probably the level of high school mathematics. Although Jiang Cheng had lost those things for many years, he could still understand them.

"Can you actually answer correctly?" Jiang Cheng drew a gossip picture on the blank straw paper and tried to answer it in Bai Zhirou's way. Although he knew it but didn't know why, he was still right after the steps. This made Jiang Cheng smile bitterly. Although it was right, he didn't understand why it was right.

Just as Jiang Cheng wanted to throw the pen, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind:
Chapter completed!