I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Qingyang Huaxian fled in panic, and when he ran out of the door, he bumped into someone.

He was about to curse, but when he looked up, he saw a group of strong men surrounding him.

He swallowed back the curse words that were rising up in his throat and could only say "Just wait for me!" before running straight towards the Human Painting Association.

"Sister Qingyi," Yan Liben nervously tugged at the corner of Jiang Keer's clothes, "If the teacher gets mad at us and runs away, my dad will scold me to death..."

"It doesn't matter. From today on, I will be your teacher," Jiang Ke'er said without taking it seriously. "You go back to sleep first. We will have our first lesson tonight. Tonight... there will be something interesting to watch."

"Oh."

Yan Liben seemed to understand, but he was really too sleepy. When he got the permission to go to bed, he immediately relaxed... He hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

With the old man's arrogance, he will never swallow his anger. He will most likely come to cause trouble for the Yan family tonight... After all, Hua Xiu is best at doing some small tricks in the dark, which can make people lose their souls silently.

And even if he didn't come to find her, Jiang Ke'er would go find him... The grass must be cut at its roots.

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73. Preaching

"Okay, it's time for class!"

Ming Ling had already been waiting outside the Yan family with her clansmen. They also witnessed with their own eyes the scene where Jiang Ke'er beat and drove away Qingyang Huaxian.

They couldn't help but twitch their lips, thinking that this teacher really has a personality... He doesn't seem reliable no matter how you look at him.

Yan Liben's mansion was ridiculously large, so Jiang Ke'er borrowed a small house in it as a temporary classroom.

Jiang Ke'er didn't waste any words and got straight to the point: "This first class is called physics. What is physics? Physics, professionally speaking, is a subject that studies the movement and basic structure of matter. In layman's terms, it is the rules and principles that govern the operation of all things in the world."

"For example, if you punch a wall and the wall collapses, that's physics, and your hand hurts, that's also physics."

Jiang Ke'er thought for a moment and then said, "Energy is conserved in all things. When we use combat skills during training, the spiritual energy in our bodies will decrease. This is also physical."

When studying physics in the world of cultivation, one must adapt to local conditions and teach according to actual conditions. One cannot blindly worship the science on Earth.

However, even in the world of cultivation, most of the physical laws can be applied. After all, the only difference between here and the Earth is the presence of a substance called spiritual energy.

By adding the variable of spiritual energy to the original physical rules, it is possible to construct fantasy physical rules that conform to the conditions of the world of cultivation.

Ming Ling seemed to understand but not quite.

"Physics is closely related to our lives, from the use of optical illusions to the proper way to avoid thunderbolts. If you learn physics well, you will not end up knowing the results but not the reasons behind them."

"Today I will start by teaching you the simple rules of physics. You may find it a little boring, but as you continue to study in depth, you will gain the benefits that physics can bring you, not just in terms of cultivation."

Most monks have strong memories, so Jiang Keer teaches very quickly.

As she explained, the descendants of the Mingzhou around her gradually showed expressions of enlightenment.

Although there still seems to be some fog that prevents them from grasping the core meaning of physics, they have quietly realized that physics will definitely be a profound and practical inheritance!

Ming Ling was the first to wake up, she covered her mouth and shouted in shock: "I understand! So that's how it is, physics...isn't it the rules of the world run by the way of heaven! Oh my God!"

Jiang Ke'er looked at Ming Ling with admiration. It seemed that this girl was quick-witted and realized the key point quickly.

"On a daily basis, we all live in the rules of heaven. Although these rules are closely related to us, we have never paid close attention to them," Ming Ling said in a trembling voice. "If we can study these rules thoroughly, it will be of great benefit to our cultivation and combat!"

With Ming Ling's guidance, the surrounding Mingzhou descendants also became enlightened. They looked at Jiang Ke'er in shock, their eyes full of admiration.

For cultivators, the ordinary physics in Jiang Ke'er's eyes is actually a great feat with immeasurable merits like "preaching"!

This desperate man found Princess Houtu and it seemed...he gave them a big surprise!

"That's right. Okay, calm down now," Jiang Ke'er showed an evil smile, "Just memorize the laws and formulas! Don't think about those things for now. There will be an exam tomorrow, and those who fail will be punished!"

Physics followed by chemistry, chemistry followed by mathematics.

Halfway through every class, there were students exclaiming in amazement, looking at Jiang Keer in admiration, as if they were looking at a deity.

These are things they have never heard of. Perhaps they have only been exposed to some extent in the hidden large sects of the human race. This knowledge covers various fields such as cultivation, refining, alchemy, etc. As long as they learn one of them, they will definitely have a bright future!

Jiang Ke'er tried her best to pass on the knowledge in her memory to the descendants of Mingzhou. Fortunately, although she was not a good student back then, she basically memorized everything she should memorize, and she had a lot of knowledge stored in her mind.

When the get out of class was over, Ming Ling couldn't help but ask Jiang Ke'er: "Why do you know so much?"

Jiang Ke'er didn't expect to be asked this question. She pondered for a moment and said, "I learned it from humans."

"Humans?" Ming Ling was horrified. "Have humans become so powerful?"

"No, not the humans from Shenzhou," Jiang Ke'er shook her head, "The worlds where those humans live don't have spiritual energy."

"…Then how did they survive?"

"With wisdom."

Jiang Ke'er smiled, a hint of pride on her lips: "They don't have spiritual energy, but in my heart, they are worthy of being called the orthodox of the human race! Through studying the rules of heaven and through unremitting self-improvement and reproduction, they have achieved the ability to fly thousands of miles without relying on cultivation! They have achieved the great feat of moving mountains and filling the sea with just a touch of their fingers! When I left, they had already broken through the void and were heading towards the more vast and profound stars!"

Jiang Keer is proud of her former identity.

Thank God, I am from Earth.

"And the humans here are shit!" Jiang Ke'er curled her lips in disdain, "I wouldn't feel bad even if they were all slaughtered."

She no longer viewed the human race of the Shenzhou Continent as human beings. They were just reptiles in human skin... No, to say that was an insult to the reptiles.

Compared to humans, the demon clan and the underworld clan now make her feel a greater sense of belonging. Even if she will endure a lot of pain from the human race because of this... she will not waver.

Jiexian Palace, you.are.dead.right.

*******

Jiexian Palace - Xuanling sweat and blood supreme moral divine horse - the king of ten thousand horses in the fairy palace: "???"

Graduate.

*******

The first day of classes ended quickly. After a whole day of classes, the descendants of the Netherworld felt a little unsatisfied.

I really want to be filled with knowledge! These damn tempting physics, chemistry, and mathematics, please come in, come into my body!

Fortunately, Jiang Keer promised them that they would have classes tomorrow, and the knowledge-hungry descendants of Mingzhou finally left with peace of mind.

Yan Liben was still asleep, so Jiang Keer closed her eyes and began to sense her surroundings.

The benefits brought by the position of Hou Tu are really too outrageous. Now her spiritual awareness can cover the entire city. As long as it spreads out, the private conversations of every household in the city will not escape her ears.

*******

With the help of the faint starlight, Qingyang Painting Fairy carried the painting scroll and sufficient brushes and ink and headed straight for the Yan family.

But he was not alone. There were three old men following him. Each of them had a Taoist air and was not inferior to Qingyang Huaxian in aura and style.

They also carried scrolls and pens and ink and headed towards the other three directions, as if they were going to block off all four directions of the Yan family.

"Thank you all for your help." Qingyang stood on the roof, bowed to the other three old men from a distance, and transmitted his voice.

"Anyone has the right to kill the demon painters. This is their job... There cannot be another Jiang Ke'er, especially among painters." One person echoed.

"Then let's do it!"

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74. Yanpi

"Um... Sister Qingyi," Yan Liben rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, "What time is it now?"

Jiang Ke'er thought for a while and said, "It's midnight."

She was still not used to using the ancient timekeeping method. The hour of Hai was between 21 p.m. and 23 p.m., which meant that Yan Liben slept for about nine hours.

"Oh no!" Thinking of what happened during the day, Yan Liben's face was filled with horror. "It's over! I pissed off the teacher and he left... Oh no, my dad will beat me to death!"

Yan Liben was too sleepy during the day and did not realize how serious the consequences of this incident were.

Now that I'm awake, I'm scared out of my wits.

"Don't be afraid. We can just drive away that kind of trash painter. Besides, he was beaten out by me. It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Ke'er said.

"You're quite courageous!" An angry shout suddenly came from not far away.

Of course, this was not said by Yan Liben.

The gate of the Yan family opened in response, and a man in silver iron armor walked into the courtyard with a clanging sound.

This is just a phantom incarnation, but it seems to have a real entity, carrying the aura of its owner's majesty without even being angry.

The moment Yan Liben saw the man, his face fell and he fell to his knees in fear.

"My name is Yan Pi. May I ask what hatred or grudge does the Yan family have against you? Why do you want to harm my son?" The man glared at Jiang Ke'er.

Jiang Ke'er had no guilt at all. She bowed to Yan Pi and said, "My status is humble, so it's not worth mentioning."

Of humble status... Changsun Qingyue, who witnessed this scene not far away, curled her lips... Queen Hou Tu is of humble status, you are kidding me.

Without waiting for Yan Pi to speak out, Jiang Ke'er confessed, "I was the one who drove away that useless Qingyang Painting Fairy. He was such a loser that he rode on the demon tribe's heads and shit on them, abusing your son. I couldn't stand it."

Yan Pi's eyes were cold and grim: "I know his level, but you know that you have ruined my plan!"

Jiang Keer frowned slightly: "Master Eunuch, please speak."

"My Yan family has been practicing painting for generations. Although we are not well-known and are far behind the powerful human painters, we are still quite capable. It is not an exaggeration to say that we are the number one painting family in the demon race," Yan Pi said as he waved his hands in the air twice. The flowing spiritual energy immediately formed the shape of a vicious tiger and pounced towards Jiang Ke'er.

Halfway through the pounce, the vicious tiger in the painting disappeared into the air. Yan Pi obviously had no intention of hurting Jiang Ke'er. He was just too angry and wanted to scare Jiang Ke'er.

The Yan family was originally a family of painters... This was something Jiang Ke'er had not expected.

"The painting path that my Yan family has been able to reach is close to the extreme through our own exploration. That's why we need a human painter to enlighten my son, so that he can receive human painting education and combine it with my family's inheritance to break through the shackles... But you have ruined the grand plan that my Yan family has carefully planned!"

Yan Pi's eyes were filled with anger and seemed to spit fire.

"I see!" Jiang Ke'er suddenly realized and seemed relieved. "That's it. I thought you were worried about something."

"Just? How dare you say just?" Yan Pi couldn't believe it - how ignorant was this little girl.

"That Qingyang Painting Immortal is really a wimp. His understanding of painting is probably still stuck in the past thousands of years. If you let your son learn from him, let alone break through any shackles... it's good enough that he doesn't get led into a ditch and ruin his life!" Jiang Ke'er didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt and smiled, "Fortunately I discovered it in time, otherwise your Yan family would be gone."

Yan Pi was so angry that his fists were clanging. If his strength had not been limited and he could not enter the beginner level, he would have punched Jiang Ke'er in the face.

Jiang Ke'er sensed it, but she was neither panicked nor annoyed, and said, "Master Yan, please be patient. I understand your feelings. No one can stand having high hopes but having Cheng Yaojin come out of nowhere and mess it up."

Yan Pi was stunned when he heard this: "What happened to Cheng Yaojin? Is this matter related to him? Damn, I think this kid deserves a beating. I will beat him until his butt is bruised..."

Jiang Ke'er was stunned. What kind of chat was this?

Speaking of which, Cheng Yaojin was indeed a figure of the same era as Li Shimin. It seems that I accidentally pitted him by playing with allusions...

Cheng Yaojin, who was caught in the crossfire, felt a chill on his butt.

"Ah, sir, that's not what I meant," Jiang Ke'er explained hurriedly, "In short, if you don't dare to wait, you will see it clearly later."

Yan Pi thought about it. Although he was at the front-line camp in Nanzhan at the moment, the war on the front line had just subsided. Moreover, there were generals such as Li Yuan and Li Jing beside him. There should be nothing important, so it would be okay to stay here and see.

"Hmph, I want to see what tricks you can come up with!"

Since time was running out, Yan Pi decided to stay here for a while to see what Jiang Ke'er was up to... although he had no hope at all against Jiang Ke'er, the girl who had ruined his plans.

"Master Yan Pi, you don't know how Yan Liben suffered when you were away," Jiang Ke'er touched Yan Liben's little head, "That Qingyang Painting Fairy is cruel and ruthless. He is usually too harsh on your son, which can be called abuse. Now that his face has been exposed, he is even more narrow-minded and is even ready to kill all the servants and women of the Yan family, as well as your son."

"He dares?!" Yan Pi widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Even if he dares, you know the methods of Hua Xiu. He kills people without being seen. He will sink the ink into the river without leaving any clues. No one will know it was him who did it."

Jiang Ke'er sensed it for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm here, Yan Liben, help me prepare paper and grind ink!"

Although Yan Liben was frightened by Yan Pi's gaze "full of fatherly love", he still gritted his teeth and did as he was told.

——If you don’t want to get beaten, you can only put all the pressure on Sister Qingyi.

——Although I don’t know what you are going to do, but Sister Qingyi, please help! Otherwise, we are both doomed!

The breeze blew the edge of the paper, and the rice paper made a rustling sound.

Jiang Ke'er's long hair was blown up. She held a brush in her hand and looked at the paper intently under the moonlight.

"Ji Liu Liu——"

His ears moved slightly, and he heard a sound of flowing water coming from the west. It was the sound of ink leaving the paper and falling to the ground being driven by the painter.

Next comes the east, south, and north.