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Chapter 1165 You Don’t Know How Happy I Am

In every sense, the Ming Dynasty naval officers are the group with the highest cultural quality, the most progressive thinking, and the most advanced productive forces in the country, without a doubt.

They enjoy the best teaching resources and welfare benefits and use the most advanced lethal weapons of this era. They are not only the fundamental force to maintain the country's strength, but also the pioneers of the new era.

But sometimes, thinking too fast and too flexibly does not necessarily mean that you will find the right answer. It may also be that you are being too clever and finding a different way. If you succeed, you are called a genius, and if you fail, you are undoubtedly a heretic.

As the basic cultural courses were coming to an end, a wave of blind optimism began to emerge among the freshman group.

To sum it up in one sentence, don't be a palace soldier, work hard to improve yourself and strive to practice chess and become an actor.

The Fu Bing is the simplest and easiest method to understand. Even a soldier can practice it. We are selected from the army and sent to the academy for further study. If we only become Fu Bing in the end, then this study is in vain and will be laughed at if it is spread out.

This is indeed the truth.

But most people think more simply.

It's like when you were a child and told your parents that you had to study hard, get into Tsinghua University or Peking University when you grow up, and become a scientist to contribute to the motherland.

There is nothing wrong with a third-grade student saying this, and your parents will be relieved after hearing it.

But if you are still saying this in your senior year of high school, you should at least consider seeing a psychologist.

Wang Yunxiao is a practical person. He can't say that he has a thorough understanding of the chess and entertainment officials, but he understands it much better than those theoretical people who only rely on textbooks. When he got the test questionnaire prepared by the school, he knew there was a problem after taking a look at it. It was too professional.

When setting questions, the test setters create them based on their own cognitive level, and then fill in the blanks with the cultural quality foundation that school students should theoretically possess.

It’s like when you are arguing with someone online and you are expounding on your own views, you first assume that there is a person sitting in front of the screen on the other side of the network cable, who has received a complete compulsory education and can understand your thoughts and theories.

This is the test questionnaire in Wang Yunxiao's hand.

There is a very classic question among them. It says that the king made a bet with Archimedes that if he put one grain of rice on the first square of the chessboard, two grains of rice on the second square, and so on, how much food Archimedes would get in the end.

The difficulty of this question does not lie in the mathematics, but in the fact that the question setter assumes that students should know what a chess board looks like.

Not to mention ordinary people, Wang Yunxiao even doubted how many of his classmates in this class knew what chess was.

"Change it."

After Wang Yunxiao finished reading the test paper, he said to the head teacher, "I'll give you a set of questions and you can ask everyone to try it out."

"Okay, okay, you come up with the questions."

The head teacher was overjoyed: "You don't have to go to class in the afternoon. I'll lend you my office. Just tell me what you need. What brand of cigarettes do you smoke? I'll buy them for you!"

"Thank you, I won't smoke."

Wang Yunxiao was helpless.

Cheng Feng came here and did nothing, but ended up ruining his own reputation.

Many people saw him passing the cigarette to herself, and the story is now becoming more and more outrageous.

Wang Yunxiao himself does not smoke, and he only brings two packs of cigarettes when he occasionally visits his master.

Now some people are saying in private that he was injured on the front line and has a severe smoking addiction. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't smoke for a day...

In fact, deep down he still wanted to go back to class to study.

Who said I didn't need to supplement my basic cultural knowledge? He knew nothing about naval military terms, flag signals, various parameters, damage control, array firing range...

In the future, ordinary people's understanding of surface ships will at most remain at the level of projectile size. AA is a submarine, and E+ is an aircraft carrier.

The knowledge that the active navy of this era has to learn is more complicated.

Without computer mapping, we had to shoot at each other for three days and three nights at a distance of several kilometers at sea. Whether we could hit the target depended half on luck and half on mental calculation.

That's why we need the assistance and support of the actors.

Sitting in the head teacher's office, taking a sip of tea brewed by the head teacher himself and cracking two melon seeds, Wang Yunxiao placed the telegraph machine on the table in a dignified manner.

The scientific name of this thing is multi-dimensional communicator.

The nine notebooks left behind by the Lord of Change (actually there are ten because of the time and space reversal) were taken away by Xia Yubing and placed in the reception department.

To be honest, it's quite useful.

The side effects are not serious either - I guess this is what the Lord of Change did on purpose. The people of Ming are all pragmatists. As long as the side effects are not serious, it is equivalent to no side effects.

That is to say, only those who have encountered time travelers like Wang Yunxiao and Li Mumu, who have been deeply influenced by online novels of later generations, will always be wary and suspicious of it. The local natives all give it five-star praise.

He felt he still had a chance, and the Secret Service hoped he would think so.

As long as he doesn't do anything desperate and drags it out slowly, the Ming Dynasty's national strength will grow day by day, and who knows when he will become a roadside stray.

The ancients said that as long as you sit on the shore, you can watch the corpses of your enemies drift down day and night.

The Ming Dynasty could use 60 years, or even longer, to change the world and rebuild the country, because the people who grew up on this land had accumulated enough historical wisdom, and no matter what kind of adversity they were in, they could find the right direction and way out from the heritage left by their ancestors.

It’s hard to say about foreigners, who still don’t know the length of the Macedonian clothesline.

Compared to the notebook of the Lord of Change, the multi-dimensional communicator is cumbersome and heavy, but the information transmitted through it will never have the slightest error, and its main feature is that it is sturdy and durable.

Along with the sound of punching, a piece of password paper was spit out from the machine.

Wang Yunxiao is now able to read the information directly without a code book.

"Everything is fine. There are fruits, movies and handsome guys."

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

Li Mumu, you'd better type according to the code book!

What the hell is this?
Aren't you going there to study?

What does it mean to have a movie with handsome guys?

…………

Above the East China Sea, amidst the boundless blue waves, in a hidden corner that cannot be reached by normal routes and ocean currents, a floating fairy island with steep peaks stands shrouded in heavy fog.

The island is rich in water and grass, and there are many birds. There are pavilions and towers in the mountains, and the clouds and mist are lingering, and the water vapor is dense, which is not like the human world. The Taoist temple is constantly burning incense, and lotus flowers grow in pairs in the pool.

Xiao Tingyun was wearing a blue shirt and meditating on a cushion, holding a book in his hand and reciting great maxims.

There were more than 300 disciples in front of him, with different ages, hometowns and races, including Japanese swordsmen, Nanyang wizards, monks and Taoists, witch spirit children... There were even strange-looking demons, monsters, spirits and monsters, from all over the world.

These disciples were all young talents that Xiao Tingyun had personally selected after traveling all over the Nine Provinces over the years. The empire had a territory of thousands of miles, and Tianmen City was just a small corner.

From Kunlun Mountains to the East China Sea, from north to south of the Yangtze River, and from the borderlands to the South China Sea, there are traces of our ancestors' footprints and the blood of heroes everywhere. Wherever the sun and the moon shine, vigorous seedlings can grow.

As Xiao Tingyun spoke, a series of illusory mirages appeared above the heads of the disciples.

Some of them are images he captured with his camera during his travels around the world over the years, covering Asia, Africa and Latin America, from primitive Indian tribes to the pyramids on the Nile River, from the Frankish heavy industrial areas to the magnificent palaces of the Caliphate.

The other part is historical images from different times and spaces, with a time scale spanning more than three hundred years. There are warlords fighting, foreign invasions, natural disasters, man-made disasters, and thousands of famine victims. All aspects are dazzling.

Xiao Tingyun preached here every seven days, and once he started, it would last for four or five hours. Whether the disciples could comprehend the creation depended entirely on their personal understanding. After that, he would leave and continue to recruit disciples in various places.

In the Penglai Immortal Academy, in addition to Xiao Tingyun's own Taoist temple, there are ten other Taoist temples, all of which are famous teachers invited by him from all over the country. All of them are professional authorities in their respective fields and are called professors.

However, the students privately nicknamed them "Ten Heavenly Lords".

The field of research of the Ten Heavenly Monarchs is extremely profound. Disciples who have just entered the Penglai Immortal Academy are repeatedly warned by their senior brothers that without sufficient cultivation, they should not even think about getting close to the Ten Heavenly Monarchs.

The most that Xiao Shanchang can do is force you to write a paper, but when you go to the Ten Heavenly Lords, it will be easy for you to be written into a paper.

Today, Xiao Tingyun finished his sermon, waved his sleeves to disperse all the mirages in the sky, and said to all the disciples: "Three days later, a group of Shuzhong disciples will come by boat. Ji Yan, you go to the dock to meet them, as usual."

The young disciple sitting at the head of the group clasped his fists and said, "Disciple will obey Master's orders!"

Xiao Tingyun added, "In five days, Xiangjiang will also send people here. There is a little girl with a Nine Yin fate, carrying a vicious curse. If she is not handled properly, she will turn into a red ghost. Yin Nan, you will take care of this child. Arrange her to Wanghai Cliff, and then go find Professor Xie. This is the disciple he took the initiative to ask for."

The disciple who was called over said with a smile: "I will definitely take good care of the new sister."

"Xu Changge."

"The disciple is here."

"The Northern Fleet will be clearing out the Deep Sea Mariners in the fall. The situation may not be under control. You should return to Hokkaido and take charge for three months."

"Disciple, obey."

The girl with a ponytail sitting next to him and wearing a men's gown nodded slightly.

Xiao Tingyun called out the names of several disciples in turn, arranged the tasks to be done one by one, and then stood up and left.

When the disciples dispersed in groups of three or five, Yin Nan jumped up and stretched his legs, then said with a smile, "Big Brother, Big Sister, shall we go see the Qilin?"

Ji Yan frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you not to harass that junior sister..."

Yin Nan spread his hands and said, "How can you say I am harassing her? You heard what Master said just now. When I arranged for someone to go to her place, shouldn't I have informed them in advance? I was just afraid that you would think too much, so I asked you to go with me!"

There originally were a dragon and a phoenix in Penglai Fairy Temple. This year, a unicorn was attracted and arranged by Xiao Tingyun to practice at the foot of Wanghai Cliff, so this place was renamed Qilin Cliff.

The Qilin is a female and looks very strange, but it is an ancient mythical animal after all, so it is okay for it to look a little strange. The ancients also regarded the giraffe in Africa as a Qilin. If you compare it with the giraffe, its bloodline is absolutely pure.

Compared with the senior brother and sister, it is nothing.

Yin Nan is a serious person with no problems in his character, but his personal interests and hobbies are not very serious.

He has been very loving since he was a child, and he especially loves small animals, whom he can't live without at every meal.

All the fellow disciples on the mountain looked sweet in his eyes.

"In that case, I'll go with you."

Thinking of this junior fellow's special hobby, even Ji Yan couldn't help but feel a little headache.

His personal reputation has become so bad that there is no room for recovery, but the reputation of Penglai Immortal Academy is still important, and he cannot leave any negative impression on the new junior sister.

"Changge, do you want to go with me?"

"Don't go."

The girl was sober and indifferent. She didn't bother to pay attention to these trivial matters. She picked up the umbrella beside her and turned away.

"Don't, Senior Sister!"

Yin Nan hurriedly stopped her: "There are differences between men and women. It's inappropriate for me and my senior brother to go!"

It would be fine if it was any other junior sister. When studying outside, fellow students would not care about these trivial matters.

But the little female Qilin was not a good person. On the first day of paying homage to the mountain gate, she almost twisted off the heads of the two senior brothers who came up to chat with her.

She said that she came here to practice, and she didn’t want to make an appointment.

As the mountain god, in charge of the underworld, he has his own majestic laws. No one knows how many murders have been committed on his hands. When he gets angry, his sinister eyes are frightening.

Everyone in the family was frightened when they saw her, and Yin Nan was no exception.

"She retired from the front line. It's normal for her to be murderous. It's not directed at you."

Seeing Yin Nan pretending to be pitiful, Xu Changge said helplessly: "Be honest and don't get sick. Tell her clearly what you said. She won't do anything to you."

Yin Nan looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

"You wouldn't...have already committed adultery with me, right?"

Yin Nanku knelt down in front of Xu Changge with a thump: "Senior Sister, save me!"

"Get up and talk properly. What did you do?"

"It's my fault for being rude. She said she was married, and I had never seen what her husband looked like, so I joked with others in private and nicknamed her the Little Widow..."

"Then you really deserve a beating."

(End of this chapter)