"Very good, then you have to practice my alchemy skills with me every day. You are not allowed to learn as much as you like before, whether you like it or not." Mr. Xu requested.

"Okay, uncle, you are really my uncle, please do well and let me sleep first." Zhuo Bufan agreed hastily. If this continues, he will probably become a mummy.

By the way, haven't I already become a monk in the foundation-building stage? Why don't I feel energetic and don't have to sleep for ten days and eight days? Zhuo Bufan wondered in his heart.

Alas, he had forgotten that Mr. Xu once mentioned to him that alchemists are different from ordinary cultivators. Because of Shang Tianhe, when they first entered Taoism, they did not have much strength, especially those who could refine Yin Dan.

Master, the damage to the soul's merit is usually very serious, and sleep is needed to replenish energy.

You must know that the elixir fire is born from the heart. This heart is actually the soul. Every time the elixir is refined, the elixir fire consumes a lot of soul power, but it is hundreds of times stronger than the consumption of mental power that most people say.

Even a thousand times, how could he be as energetic as other cultivators and feel like he could kill a cow with one punch.

Coupled with the divine punishment and the depletion of soul merit, it was already good to be able to survive. What else could he think of being able to be proud of the world like other cultivators?

Of course, alchemists also have their advantages, that is, once their mental power is replenished through sleep and practice, they can be promoted twice as fast as other cultivators. Otherwise, how could Zhuo Bufan be so successful in contacting cultivators?

Breaking through to the foundation-building stage within two years?

Two years later, other cultivators are still struggling with the first level of Qi training.

"Hmph!" Hearing Zhuo Bufan's pleading, Mr. Xu replied dissatisfiedly: "Can't I still be your uncle? I am more than enough to be your uncle's uncle!"

Uh, I almost forgot how old this old guy is. Zhuo Bufan said heartbroken.

"By the way, how will we allocate our time in the future?" Mo Xiaoye suddenly asked.

This sentence attracted the attention of three souls at the same time.

"Let's use rock, paper, scissors to make sure." Zhuo Bufan wanted to sleep, so he came up with an idea directly.

"Okay, let's do it." Mo Xiaoye and Mr. Xu agreed at the same time.

Huang Xuan? In silence. Sometimes, silence is the default.

Then they happily went to rock-paper-scissors, leaving Zhuo Bufan in a daze and falling asleep with pitiful tears.

Who said I was pitiful? I am not done with him. This was Zhuo Bufan's last thought before going to bed.

…

Early in the morning, Zhuo Bufan had just finished washing, and Mo Xiaoye couldn't wait to jump out.

"Well, Afan, I seem to be able to communicate with you spiritually. It's spiritual communication, not ordinary communication." Mo Xiaoye suddenly appeared and said.

"Spiritual communication? How is it possible? You have only been here a few days!" Zhuo Bufan replied.

Spiritual communication is different from ordinary communication. In ordinary communication, Zhuo Bufan treats these souls like ordinary people. Dialogue is needed to carry out, so that it is easy to be exposed and other normal people can hear what he said.

Spiritual communication is different. It uses the subconscious mind to communicate. In layman's terms, it means using your heart and concentrating your mind so much that you forget about things and yourself. Therefore, when Zhuo Feifan communicates with the soul, it will not be exposed to others.

"It's true, even a psychopath can do it. Did you forget in class yesterday?" Mo Xiaoye reminded.

Well, after hearing what Xiaoye said, Zhuo Bufan suddenly remembered that when he and Neuro Huang were studying the three physics problems in class yesterday, they really had a spiritual communication, and others didn't realize that he was actually studying physics problems with Neuro Huang.

"What's going on? Mr. Xu?" Zhuo Bufan couldn't figure it out and asked the expert directly.

"I don't know. The reason why I was able to communicate with you was because of the blood sacrifice. Otherwise, how could I have opened your heart two years ago?" Mr. Xu said in surprise.

"Damn! Are you still a cultivator? You are the initiator of everything, and you don't even know!" Zhuo Bufan was angry.

"Well, I think it may be that your brain waves are different from ordinary people." Nervous Huang said suspiciously.

"Tch, you are not normal! You are a psycho!" Zhuo Bufan almost spat out the breakfast in his mouth. Did they conclude that I am also a psycho?

"Well, do you remember when I explained the physics problem to you yesterday? At that time, I mentioned the concepts of band speed and frequency. I thought that your brain waves may be similar to ours. According to the concept of Einstein's theory of relativity...

Your brainwaves and our souls with soul merit will attract each other, and we will get closer..."

"Pfft!" Zhuo Bufan finally couldn't help but spit out the porridge, ***, after talking for a long time, it means that my brain waves are closer to those of a dead person, then I really am a person from Mars!

Zhuo Bufan really wanted to kill Ning Huang again to see what the dead soul was like.

"Shut up!" Zhuo Bufan roared.

"Hey, I knew this was the result, but you still want to talk to Mr. Zhuo." Old Fox Xu said with a sly smile.

"Shut up!" Zhuo Bufan said bitterly.

Spiritual communication is simpler and faster than ordinary communication, but it is also easy to expose one's innermost feelings, such as some of one's inner thoughts. Of course, this kind of communication can also be prevented with consciousness, but it requires people to be on guard at all times.

Unexpectedly, one day, in addition to Mr. Xu, I would have to guard against two more people. Zhuo Bufan lamented, among the gods and Buddhas in the sky, who will save me...

"Afan, the old man said that I will be a Bodhisattva in the future. When I become a Bodhisattva, I can save you." Mo Xiaoye said.

"Damn! Please pay attention, please?" Zhuo Bufan scolded. He didn't pay attention for a moment, and he was actually spied on.

"Don't worry, I won't tell." It was not Mo Xiaoye who spoke, but Nervous Huang.

Zhuo Bufan collapsed immediately, hid his face and rushed out the door...

**

As soon as he entered the classroom, Zhuo Bufan felt something strange. It was very different. There was a strange atmosphere floating everywhere in the classroom today. Because almost everyone looked at him in a strange way, as if he was the center of the world.

Look at the time, you're not late! What's going on?

Has the matter of the three souls been discovered?

"Okay, everyone is here. Before class starts today, let me tell you something." Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, clapped his hands and said.

"Yesterday, classmate Liu Dan and classmate Zhuo Bufan had an exchange on study. I never thought that our class would have such a talent. After school yesterday, classmate Liu Dan admired classmate Zhuo Bufan very much and said that classmate Zhuo Bufan had the ability to participate.

International Mathematical Olympiad competition. You see, this is the exercise question they exchanged. This exercise question is not an ordinary exercise question, but an International Mathematical Olympiad test question. Not only did Zhuo Bufan solve it, he also used eight different methods from different angles.

The method was cracked, and it turned out to be a talent.”

"I want to emphasize here that if any of my classmates have this kind of strength, I hope they won't hide it. I used to be a teacher and I was too harsh on everyone. I hope everyone won't hide it just because they have opinions about me. If there is anything,

Opinions can be raised in person, or if you are too embarrassed to raise them in person, you can also raise them in private."

Having said this, Teacher Zhang paused, took a deep look at Zhuo Bufan, and said politely: "Student Zhuo Bufan, come to my office after class."

After a while, Zhuo Bufan turned around in a daze, looking at the beautiful school belle, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Those three questions are International Mathematical Olympiad questions? You are wronging me!

School belle Liu Dan's delicate face turned slightly red and she said angrily: "What are you looking at? I've never seen a beautiful woman before!"

Suddenly, the eyes that were originally focused on the two of them burst into laughter.

"Hehe, you are so awesome, you deserve to be from Mars!" Zhang Liang, his deskmate, patted Zhuo Bufan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"You are even better! You have discovered the secret that I came from Mars." Zhuo Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Of course, who am I? I am a student of the world!" Zhang Liang gave Zhuo Bufan a big smile, and he would be able to rely on his achievements in the future.

…

Zhuo Bufan didn't listen to this lesson at all. His mind was heavy and he didn't know what he was thinking. He had no choice. This was the first time he had to face the teacher face to face.

"Teacher Zhang." Zhuo Bufan came to the teacher timidly.

Rumor has it that good students come here to see heaven, and bad students come here to see hell. And bad students like Zhuo Bufan who are considered to be making fun of their teachers are called Avici Prison.

Teacher Zhang's eyes were very stern, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

"Student Zhuo Bufan, what are you trying to do? Do you want to prove that you are superior to others and can read and complete high school without the guidance of a teacher? Or do you want to prove the ignorance of our teachers?" Before Zhuo Bufan could speak, Teacher Zhang

Then he said earnestly, "You are too naive to do this, do you know! Doing this will ruin your future. You have such a good talent, you should cherish it seriously instead of wasting it on those

On the little cleverness, on the small achievements that satisfy your own dignity!"

"Teacher Zhang, you misunderstood me." Zhuo Bufan imagined the acting skills he had learned from Mo Xiaoye in class just now, and pretended to be pitiful, "Teacher, actually I have difficulties."

"What difficulties do you have?" Teacher Zhang was stunned. He didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to have such a problem.

"If you have any difficulties, you can talk to the teacher." Teacher Zhang's eyes gradually softened and became gentle. Teachers always have a loving heart towards students.

"Actually, I have intermittent amnesia."

"Intermittent amnesia?" Teacher Zhang was very confused as to what kind of disease this was.

"Well, to put it simply, I will lose my memory at a certain key point. I tend to lose my memory easily when I am nervous." Zhuo Bufan unleashed his trump card.

"You mean, you lose your memory when you get nervous?" Teacher Zhang said with some understanding.

"Well, that's it." Zhuo Bufan followed the donkey down the slope.
Chapter completed!