peerless teacher

But the teachers and students present gasped, thinking that Sun Mo was about to die, do you know how precious our town school magical skills are?

How could it appear on a wooden knife?

"Then, where is the wooden knife?"

Luo Yueman asked.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Sun Mo's waist, where a wooden knife was pinned.

Sun Mo took out the wooden knife and handed it to Ji Shiwen.

He didn't dare to give it to Luo Yueman, if this guy shattered the wooden knife with all his strength, he couldn't explain why: "Everyone can come and appraise it!"

Needless to say by Sun Mo, those high-level officials had already gathered here.

"Old Qian, you are a master craftsman, come and appraise the origin of this wooden knife!"

Ji Shiwen handed the wooden knife to an old man.

He is the principal and supports Sun Mo, so he naturally wants to avoid suspicion, and even though he handed over the wooden knife, he is confident that if anyone wants to destroy the wooden knife, he will take it back.

"Ok!"

Qian Lao took out a handkerchief to touch the wooden knife.

He didn't doubt Sun Mo's character, so if the Great Universe Formless Divine Art is engraved on the wooden knife, then it must be a treasure with a long history and cannot be defaced.

The wooden knife is two fingers wide, the blade is curved, and the shape is very beautiful.

"This wooden knife is made of ebony wood. This wood is as hard as steel. It is not easy to carve characters on it!"

Qian Lao appraised: "This kind of wood emits a faint sandalwood, which lasts for decades and has the magical effect of dispelling nightmares and calming the mind."

"Old Qian, get to the point!"

Luo Yueman reminded.

"Looking at the style of the wooden knife, it should be from Liangzhou master Zou Wuye, Master Zou. This work took at least three years."

Sun Mo glanced at this old man Qian, secretly admiring that he had good eyesight.

Swish!Swish!

Qian Lao held the handle of the knife, felt the good feel, couldn't help but waved it a few times, then twisted his fingers, clamped the blade, and exposed the handle.

Here, there are some teeny lower case characters, with dragon and phoenix flying in the air, elegant and unrestrained.

"Pretty!"

Mr. Qian praised it.

"These characters must have come from a great calligrapher."

Everyone nodded. These fonts were indeed so beautiful that there was nothing to say. They were extremely pleasing to the eye. Some people couldn't help but read them out.

"It's night, the dark clouds are low, I have played chess with my friends for more than three months, and I haven't lost a single game. I am in a good mood, so I engraved Wuxiang magic skills and wooden knives, and gave them to those who are destined."

Everyone looked at each other.

It seems that Sun Mo really didn't learn it secretly. After all, ordinary people can't write this kind of calligraphy.

When Luo Yueman saw everyone's expressions, she felt a little upset. Sun Mo's reputation was too great, and everyone wanted to have a good relationship with him, so these people were instinctively looking for excuses for Sun Mo.

Sure enough, Mr. Qian chimed in.

"Most people can't write this handwriting, and this wooden knife is also quite old."

"Humph!"

Luo Yueman reminded: "Everyone, don't forget that Sun Mo has the reputation of being a master of calligraphy and painting, and he himself is also proficient in archaeology. It is not difficult to make an old wooden knife."

The crowd was startled.

It is indeed possible.

Immediately, they began to marvel and admire again.

This Sun Mo is really talented.

"Luo Yasheng, what do you mean?"

Sun Mo frowned: "Don't you think it's disrespectful to openly slander an eight-star master teacher before there is any result?"

The famous teachers didn't interrupt, but their hearts shuddered, and they felt Sun Mo's domineering and toughness.

"Eight Star vs. Yasheng, there is not much difference between them!"

"In terms of fame, Sun Mo is much bigger than Saint Roya."

"Why bother!"

Everyone murmured, feeling that there was no need to argue about this kind of matter. Anyway, Sun Mo had already learned the exercises. Instead of blaming him, it would be better to use this as a threat and ask for some benefits.

For example, the imperial pattern, such as the Great Dream Heart Sutra.

Looking at Sun Mo's face that was too young, Luo Yasheng was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

As a sub-sage with a high status, he didn't know how many people he sprayed, and no one dared to refute, especially young people, even if they refused to accept, they had to hold back, but today, Sun Mo choked back.

"Everyone, there must not be many people who know the magical skills in your school, right?"

Sun Molang said: "There is also this kind of calligraphy, which not everyone can write, and with the addition of chess skills, a person who is so happy to engrave such a precious skill on a wooden knife because he won chess, must be his The opponent must be a person with outstanding chess skills, because only in this way will he feel proud and proud after winning."

Based on this, it can be inferred that the person who engraved the characters is also very strong in chess.

"Not bad!"

Everyone nodded. Through these three conditions, everyone has actually locked the target.

That is Ji Shiwen's personal teacher, the previous principal of Qingtian Academy, one of his biggest hobbies is collecting chess records.

"Master Luo, in fact, I already knew about this matter!"

Ji Shiwen explained: "I asked Bai Shuang to go to Zhongzhou Academy to investigate this matter. Later, I found out that the wooden knife belonged to my teacher, so I gave up."

This is an endorsement for Sun Mo.

"Why don't you take back the wooden knife?"

Luo Yueman was upset, knowing that she could no longer use this matter to blame Sun Mo.

"The teacher said, how dare I disobey his old man's words when I give it to someone who is destined? And with the talent and potential that Sun Mo showed at that time, why should I make it difficult for him?"

Ji Shiwen asked back.

Everyone was a little afraid. If Ji Shiwen Xing asked the teacher for the crime, he would offend Sun Mo to death. How can there be a happy atmosphere of exchanging lectures now?

Luo Yueman was speechless.

"Actually, I have long been dissatisfied with the magical skills of the town school. No matter how superb the skills are, they are dead. Only in the hands of others can they exert their greatest value. But you always cherish your own."

Ji Shiwen accused: "If you want the Great Universe and Phaseless God to be famous in Kyushu, then more people must learn it, use it to conquer the Dark Continent, and defeat powerful enemies. This is its perfect destination."

"I hope everyone understands that the strength and greatness of my Qingtian Academy is not based on a single exercise, so what if everyone learns it?"

"I hope that in the future, the exercises created by the teachers and students of our school will be qualified to become the magical skills of other famous schools and become family treasures of others!"

"Everyone, the kung fu is a sharp blade. Only when you hold it in your hand can you capture the enemy and kill the general. It is the greatest blasphemy against it if you offer it up as a sacred object."

"I'm here, on behalf of the teachers and students of the whole school, I implore you all, to open up the magical skills of the town school?"

While talking, Ji Shiwen bowed ninety degrees to Luo Yueman and bent down.

Luo Yueman's complexion immediately became ugly.

He knew that he had been tricked.

Ji Shiwen deliberately asked himself to cause trouble for Sun Mo, and then took this opportunity to openly and aboveboard abolish the town-school attribute of the Great Universe Wuxiang Shengong, so that everyone can learn it.

After all, this guy has been thinking about this matter for many years.

The three vice principals present did not dare to speak.

If you refuse at this time, you will be hated by all the teachers and students in the school, and you will never have the chance to be the principal in the future.

Sun Mo looked at Ji Shiwen with admiration.

Isn't this broad-minded?

Ask yourself, Sun Mo is the most, that is, teaching the holy-level peerless exercises to students who are close to him. He is absolutely unwilling to open them to all the teachers and students of Zhongzhou Academy.

Otherwise, what is the difference between this and a prodigal son?

The old ancestor was so angry that he jumped out of the grave and smashed his head with a coffin board.

……

Even though Sun Mo became the vice principal, as a rookie, he is not yet qualified to participate in the high-level power struggle.

Even Ji Shiwen knew that it was unrealistic for all the teachers and students in the school to learn the Great Universe Wuxiang Magic Art, so in the end, the best students who passed the top ten exams at the end of each grade were eligible to learn this Town School Magic Art.

As soon as the news got out, the whole school became a sensation, and immediately set off a great study boom. Everyone was eager to win the first place in the year-end exam.

Sun Mo's popularity became even higher, because he possessed the hand of God, which could allow people to be promoted, so the students chased him every day, hoping to get his advice.

"Why do I feel like I'm busier?"

After Sun Mo got off Gu Xiuxun, he sighed. Ji Shiwen really mistreated him as an outsider and started arranging work for him.

It's completely like being trained by a principal.

"This is an opportunity that no one else can ask for!"

Gu Xiuxun rolled her eyes, feeling that fate was fantastic. The old headmaster gave up on Sun Mo, but there was another village, and Qingtian Academy sent an olive branch, no, it was an olive tree.

"Sun Mo, tell me honestly, are you Ji Shengren's illegitimate son?"

Sun Mo directly pointed a middle finger.

In the following days, Sun Mo was extremely busy, which made him very unhappy. Just when he was thinking of an excuse to avoid it, something serious happened.

Chapter 1303 Ying Baiwu's Life Experience

On the night of the eighth day of the eighth day, Sun Mo finished his class and was going to call Gu Xiuxun out for dinner, and then planned to go to a secluded place, but Lu Zhiruo rushed to tell him that Junior Sister Baiwu was about to die.

"what happened?"

Sun Mo rushed to the medical room of Qingtian Academy while asking questions.

"I... I don't know. When we were hunting a blue-eyed dragon, Junior Sister Baiwu suddenly bled from her seven orifices, her whole body was swollen, and she was about to die."

Papaya Niang was crying, her eyes were red.

After Sun Mo's daily life stabilized, Lu Zhiruo and Ying Baiwu went to the Dark Continent to practice through the teleportation array between cities.

Because of the increase in strength, they are no longer satisfied with taking risks on the bottom floor, so this time they chose the fourth floor. As time went by, her health became worse and worse until she finally couldn't hold on.

"Who told you to go to the fourth floor?"

Sun Mo cursed.

Ying Baiwu's body had a problem that Sun Mo hadn't figured out until now. She was healthy and healthy in Kyushu, but when she went to the Dark Continent, she began to have various uncomfortable reactions.

At the bottom layer, it was just body edema, dizziness, vomiting and nausea, but with the height of the layers, her symptoms became more and more serious, even life-threatening.

"Woooooo!"

Lu Zhiruo wiped her tears, not daring to look at Sun Mo.

Ying Baiwu feels that Sun Mo's current situation is not very good, and maybe one day she will have a conflict with An Zaiyi over the ownership of Zhongzhou Academy, so she is eager to improve her strength, and going to the Dark Continent for high-level training is undoubtedly a the best choice.

"madness!"

After hearing Papaya Niang's explanation, Sun Mo felt distressed and helpless.

When Sun Mo rushed to the medical room, three doctors were already diagnosing Ying Baiwu, and more doctors were rushing over.

This is Sun Mo's direct disciple. If she is cured, she will be favored by Sun Mo.

Who in Kyushu doesn't know that Sun Mo is an extremely protective man, for the sake of his disciples, he dares to hate even the sub-sage.

"Master Lian, Master Zhou, Master Wu, what's the matter?"

Sun Mo squeezed in front of the emergency treatment station and asked a question.