"Sir, the begonias in Shannan are blooming. Can we go?"
Yan Zi jumped into the courtyard, wearing a pretty green skirt, with a smile like a flower. She held a bunch of newly picked white lotus fruits in her hands. She raised her bare hands lightly and threw a branch to Xu Yi, and hung seven or eight fruits.
"Go, of course, prepare your tent. The weather is good today. The sky will be filled with stars. South Mountain is an empty valley, perfect for watching the stars."
Xu Yi picked a fruit and bit into it. He lazily stood up from the wicker chair under the sycamore tree and expanded his chest.
Yan Zi received the order and ran into the room excitedly to get ready.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside. Xu Yi frowned and said with a smile, "You're already here, come in. Is it necessary for you and me to engage in this set of false etiquette?"
Yan Zi poked his head out from the window and saw Meng Fan walking in with a depressed look on his face. Xu Yi turned around, spread his hands towards her and shrugged. Yan Zi stuck out his tongue and retracted his little head, knowing that this trip to South Mountain was probably in vain.
"I'm leaving."
Meng Fan walked straight to the wicker chair where Xu Yi was lying before, lay down straight, and said these words in a flash.
Xu Yi smiled and said, "It's been three years. It's really not easy for you to hold on. It's time to withdraw. It would be great to go back and be your lord. Why bother hanging on here and looking at other people's faces."
Meng Fan's teaching career was not going smoothly. Strictly speaking, it was very unhappy.
His lecture hall was opened, but almost no one paid attention to it.
It turns out that the local hype industry has long since emerged and developed to a spectacular level. Meng Fan is not a rigid person, and of course he has worked hard on it.
Facts have proved that without profound academic literacy, even teaching to traffickers and lackeys will not work in the Biyou Academy.
What's more, this kind of teaching must be paid.
Originally, Meng Fan could also hire people to teach classes and pay himself, which does not violate the rules.
But the White Wish Pearl totaling tens of thousands, even with Meng Fan's net worth, was impossible to collect at one time. Moreover, half of it had to be handed over to the board of directors for management fees. The cost was too high just to spend money on oneself instead of actually getting paid by selling knowledge.
Xu Yi is aware of Meng Fan's situation. After all, we came together, so how could we not contact him.
What's more, Xu Yi has made quite a breakthrough as a farmer, and is quite famous near and far. When Meng Fan is frustrated, he can't help but come over, complain to him, and eat two bowls of spiritual rice by the way.
His decadence, his sadness, Xu Yi understands it all too well.
But Meng Fan's persistence and Meng Fan's perseverance also made Xu Yi admired.
Not everyone can persist in such a depressed state for three years.
"Do you want this propaganda sign?"
Meng Fan suddenly unfolded a red jade plaque, which was the certificate for his lecture.
Then he saw him urging the ban to be lifted, and a number appeared on the blood-colored jade plate: three hundred and forty-one.
It is exactly the merit points accumulated by Meng Fan in the past three years, and the reward of a White Wish Pearl, is that one merit point has been accumulated.
He needs over 10,000 points to pass the level. Now with only over 300 points, there is really no hope of passing the level.
Xu Yi was extremely puzzled, "Is this thing for sale?"
He suddenly realized that Meng Fan had been persisting here, not only because of his resilience and will, but there might also be interests at stake.
Meng Fan said, "I won't go around with you. For officials like me, there are no less than hundreds of the Biyou Academy, and new people arrive every year. If you just have one term of qualifications and accumulate hundreds of merit points like me, it will be enough. But most people, including me of course, want to get to 10,000 points in their lifetime to get the chance of Trial Daochang."
Xu Yi asked curiously, "Trial Daochang? What is this? Wow, it seems that your surname is Meng is really unauthentic. You have eaten so many spiritual rice from me over the years, and yet you are still hiding your secrets from me."
Xu Yi can be considered a senior "Bipiao". He is already familiar with the life in the Biyou Academy Great World, and has quite a few old and new friends. However, he did not expect to have such a blind spot in knowledge.
Meng Fan slumped on the wicker chair with his limbs relaxed, his eyes looking blankly at the sky in the distance, "You don't know much. Do you think that everyone is just begging for nothing and staying here just because the fairy energy and resources here are abundant?"
"Why is that?"
Xu Yi is interested.
At least as far as he is concerned, he stays here just for the sake of the clarity of God's will here.
Meng Fan said, "Of course it is to enter the major temples. How can you smell the avenues without entering the temples? You have been here for three years, and the excitement you have seen is not one or the other. Why are the top geniuses from all races gathering here? Is it for the long inheritance of these Biyou Academy major temples?"
Meng Fan said that, Xu Yi can understand.
Meng Fan The so-called excitement is that every time a genius comes, Biyou Academy Great World, whether it is setting up the arena to show Divine Ability, or performing Daoist magic, showing his supreme talent, Root Bone, thus gaining huge attention.
What impressed Xu Yi the most was that there was a man in red who, by chance, forged the heart of Yan Yan and became a top Fire element cultivation technique practitioner. As soon as he showed his talent, he shocked the two major circles. He was finally accepted by Qixia Daochang and embarked on the fast track of cultivation that countless monks dream of.
As a bystander, Xu Yi is certainly jealous, but it is just jealousy.
He is a clear-minded guy who knows what he wants.
But now three years have passed, and what he wants has changed again.
He realized that entering the dojo would be the starting point for his new opportunities.
"Except for these extremely talented people, the vast majority of people enter the dojo through Trial Grand Competition, which takes place every thirty years. The qualifications for the competition are on this sign."
Saying that, Meng Fan shook the bloody sign again.
Xu Yi said, "You have persisted for three years and it doesn't work. Now you don't want to persist anymore, so you come to me. What's the use of this brand? I don't know how many more years will this big competition start every thirty years."
According to the analysis of the world situation, Xu Yi believed what Meng Fan said, so of course he was moved by this speech.
However, these days, the world is declining and people's hearts are not the same as before. The more you want something, the less you care about it, so as to conform to the public's aesthetics.
Meng Fan said, "Mid-Autumn Festival of Bingchen Year, it's the time for the next competition."
Xu Yi calculated with his fingers, "So it's the year after tomorrow, less than two years, and there is still nearly ten thousand points left before I can activate your bargaining card. Forget it, I won't take advantage of you. Your brother's stay in the past three years has not been easy. Not to mention, just staying for three years will cost a sky-high price for the wish beads, not to mention other expenses. You can sell this brand to make up for the shortfall. How can I bear with you?"
Under the sycamore tree, Xu Yi raised his thin face and spoke in a gloomy tone, looking like a close friend Big Brother.
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