Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 23: Requirements for the Nine Daoist Academies

Senior high school teacher’s office.

Li Xiang rubbed his sore shoulders, looked at Lin Mo in front of him with a bad face, and said:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Lin Mo looked slightly puzzled: "What?"

Li Xiang snorted coldly: "Zhang Dahai has already told me that you deliberately slipped away early."

This thief betrayed his grandfather!
Lin Mo cursed inwardly, and forced a wry smile on his face:

"Teacher Li, it seems that Teacher Nong Qing doesn't like me."

Li Xiang laughed and exposed his lie directly: "Master Nong Qing told me personally that he wants to recruit you into Xuanyuan Dao College. Are you still pretending!?"

This old Deng knows it so clearly... Lin Mo thought to himself that this was not good. It seemed that he would be lectured until the end of the evening study session.

Li Xiang continued to speak:
"Don't you know that you have such talent that you were able to be admitted to Xuanyuan Taoist College because of the good deeds of your ancestors?"

"Let's take a step back. Even if Immortal Nong Qing wants to use you to test Ye Chen, this is a rare opportunity. It doesn't matter if it's a blind cat or a dead cat. As long as it can catch a mouse, it's a good cat!"

At this point, his eyes gradually became serious:

"The road to immortality is long. Don't ruin the hard-earned opportunity because of a momentary anger. Only after you truly embark on the path of cultivation, will you be qualified to fight for the future."

Lin Mo, who was originally preparing to activate the skill "Yin Shen Le Bu", was suddenly silenced by the opponent's "Sincerity" skill.

As he spoke, Li Xiang's tone became excited:

"When Ye Chen just entered Class Ten three years ago, who could have thought that he would be awarded the title of [Son of Luck]?"

"It's the same with you. Not to mention three years ago, even three hours ago, I didn't expect you to get 455 points in the Immortal Examination, and you were even favored by the Immortal Master of the Taoist Academy. You know how great a blessing this is..."

Lin Mo suddenly remembered the rumors about Lao Li. It was said that the latter was only one point away from the admission line for the immortal examination.

Maybe if I can just persevere a little longer in those few days before the exam, that one point will go up.

Old Li would not be a middle-aged old man from an ordinary university, but a cultivator with a face as young as Lin Mo.

The reason why he values ​​Ye Chen so much is probably because the little bit of luck he lacked back then is almost overflowing in a [Son of Luck] like Ye Chen.

Now, there is another Lin Mo in the class.

Li Xiang was very excited, but also a little angry: "You, you should cherish your talent, no, your shitty luck!"

Nong Qing might not know how “good” Lin Mo’s talent is, but as the other party’s class teacher for three years, he certainly knows it.

Why was he able to break through two levels in a short period of time, and even cultivate the Kuixing Post to the peak level? It is naturally unrealistic to say that this was not possible without some good fortune.

However, in the world of cultivation, asking about one's cultivation level, or even testing one's spiritual roots and comprehension, these are nothing, but the only thing you cannot do is test the other party's opportunities.

This is an unspoken rule in the cultivation world, designed to prevent some cultivators from having ulterior motives towards opportunities.

Therefore, Li Xiang did not ask too much about how Lin Mo suddenly broke through to the 4th level of Qi training.

In this era of great spiritual practice, good fortune and opportunities occur every day; this is not uncommon.

Lin Mo looked at Old Li, whose face was red with excitement, and smiled. He handed over the thermos cup with wolfberries on the table and said:
"Teacher Li, drink some water and calm down. I sneaked away for my own reasons."

Old Li glared at him and said, "What are your considerations? Is rejecting Xuan Yuan your consideration?"

After saying that, he grabbed the water cup and took a gulp from his dry throat. Then he heard Lin Mo say something shocking:

"Ye Chen wants to take the entrance exam for the Nine Daoist Colleges. I also want to try. Maybe..."

"puff!"

Old Li spat out the wolfberries in his mouth, widened his eyes and said:
"You're out of breath because I said you were fat, right?"

"Ye Chen is a son of luck. Now his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi training. Naturally, he can try out the nine academies. What about you?"

"You are only at the 4th level of Qi training, and you still want to apply for the Nine Daoist Academy? You can probably do that by raising your pillow at night, humph!"

Old Li looked at him with a sneer on his face.

How come Zhong Deng, who was so kind and earnest just now, suddenly changed his tone... Lin Mo complained in his heart, but still couldn't help asking curiously:

"Teacher Li, are there any special requirements for applying to the Nine Daoist Colleges?"

Seeing that he still refused to give up, Lao Li pointed at him with a look of disappointment:
"You kid, won't cry until you see the coffin?"

He put the cup on the table and snorted:

"Then I'll tell you, the most basic requirements for applying to the nine academies are..."

"Qi training level 7."

Lin Mo nodded with a calm expression: "Oh, so that's how it is..." Old Li was stunned. The other party's surprised expression he imagined did not appear. Lin Mo did not seem to regret his decision to take the immortal exam in the afternoon as much as he expected.

This kid really doesn't know his place...

Even though Old Li has been teaching for many years, he still has a headache about Lin Mo.

Let’s not talk about that self-destructive bastard Zhang Dahai, as long as he doesn’t affect other students, it’s fine.

But if a smart student like Lin Mo becomes stubborn, he will be the most difficult to deal with.

Old Li also felt a little tired at this moment and said:

"You should be down-to-earth. Although your score is pretty good in Nanshan, it is only below average compared to the millions of immortal candidates in Qinzhou."

"You should know that when many Taoist academies recruit students, they not only have requirements for the scores of the Immortal Examination, but also have strict requirements for spiritual roots, comprehension, and so on."

"You should know clearly what it means to give up the recommendation of Xuanyuan Dao College, and I am too lazy to elaborate on it."

"Go back and think about it carefully. You can't get into the Nine Daoyuan just by looking good."

Suddenly he started praising someone... Lin Mo bowed to Lao Li and said:

"Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Li. I understand and will consider it carefully."

Li Xiang's earnest words were certainly not intended to mock Lin Mo.

On the contrary, he knew Lin Mo, a smart student, very well.

No matter how much I try to persuade him, it's useless. I can only put the pros and cons in front of him and let him go back and think about it carefully.

"Okay, go back and have a good rest. Remember to give me an accurate answer tomorrow."

Old Li waved his hand and said so.

He looked at Lin Mo, bowed, then turned around and disappeared at the office door, and shook his head helplessly.

The middle-aged bald man who was watching the show nearby said with a smile:

"Old Li, don't be angry. This kid is very smart and will definitely be able to figure it out."

At this point, he revealed an envious look:
"I'm so jealous. First there was Ye Chen, and now there's Lin Mo. You've made a lot of money. This year's bonus should be doubled again!"

When Li Xiang mentioned the bonus, his expression eased a little, and then he smiled at him and said:
"Can anyone be taller than you?"

The middle-aged bald man sighed and said:

"Don't laugh at me. Zhu Hongyuan was not favored even when he approached others. He is nothing like those two in your class who rejected the Immortal Master twice."

Li Xiang laughed: "Let's not talk about Zhu Hongyuan for now. He is in your class. I heard that he rejected the invitations from more than a dozen Taoist colleges some time ago!"

Speaking of this, the teachers who had been silent nearby also joined the discussion.

"Old Li, your information is outdated. I heard that the Baihua Daoyuan of the nine Daoyuans came to us a few days ago, but was rejected as well."

"Rejecting the invitations from the nine academies for recommendation, this is the first time since the establishment of Nanshan School. This is incredible."

"Compared to Lao Li, Wangtou is really lucky. He actually picked up such a treasure. I am so jealous that I am unrecognizable!"

"By the way, I heard that the admissions teachers from Qingshan Sect and Daoist Academy will come to school tomorrow. This time, they should be able to decide which academy I will go to."

"..."

Everyone was discussing it one by one.

The middle-aged bald man had a faint smile on his face and made a few humble remarks from time to time.

Great, we’re finally starting to discuss our class.

Zhu Hongyuan, whom he had always valued, was actually outshined by the two guys in Lao Li's class, which made him quite unhappy.

No matter how outstanding the two boys in Class 10 are, they are just two "lucky guys".

Only the sweetheart in his class is a true genius.

Whether it is Ye Chen or Lin Mo, they are not on the same level as her.

The middle-aged bald man looked at Old Li next to him, and a barely perceptible smugness flashed in his eyes.

As long as he has this "treasure" in his hands, next year's top class will be his sure thing.

Lao Li, what can you compare with me!

Li Xiang, who was glanced at by him, did not pay attention to him, but scratched his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something important.

A few minutes later, an idea suddenly occurred to him and he slapped his thigh.

It’s over, I forgot to ask that guy to return the red envelope!
(End of this chapter)