Absolute Great Teacher

　　 After dinner, Sun Mo, as the host, took plum fish to visit Zhongzhou Academy, and instantly saw if there were suitable students.

　　 The enrollment meeting has only been seven days, and it is almost halfway through now. If Sun Mo cannot recruit two personal disciples, the task will fail.

　　 "There is the Dark Vision Hall, the most valuable building in our school, and it will become a representative building in the future."

　　Sun Mo introduced: "Would you like to go take a look? There are a lot of dark illusions from ancient times."

　　 "No more!"

　　 Meiziyu shook her head. She has no interest in fighting: "Is there no botanical garden?"

　　 "There is a herbal garden, but in the past few years the school was poorly managed and it was unable to recruit great masters of botany. As a result, a lot of precious herbs in the garden died, and only a few stalls remained."

　　 Speaking of this, Sun Mo felt helpless.

　　Any university that has made achievements in alchemy, there will be a botanical garden including Vientiane. Not to mention that precious herbs can be found in it, at least 70% of them must be guaranteed.

　　Alchemy is the most popular subject in Kyushu, and there is no one.

　　 Zhongzhou Academy wants to return to the list of nine prestigious schools, not to mention that alchemy is the leader, at least it must be in the top ten, but without the herbal garden, this wish will not be realized.

"Pity!"

　　 Plum Fish feels sorry.

　　 Like this kind of botanical garden, it takes decades, even hundreds of years, to slowly collect and cultivate before it can grow.

　　 To use an analogy, like modern fast-growing forests, it will take several years to grow into talents and reach the cutting standards, not to mention the precious herbs such as snow lotus and Ganoderma lucidum.

　　 "Go and see?"

　　 Plum fish proposed.

　　 It took a long time to walk around. When he came out of the herbal garden, Sun Mo was embarrassed to death. He actually wanted Meiziyu to help him manage the school’s herbal garden, but he was embarrassed to speak up with such a shabby family.

　　 "If Vice Principal Sun is not disgusted, I will help you manage this herbal garden, right?"

　　 Plum fish lowered its head.

"what?"

　　 Sun Mo was taken aback.

　　 "If it is not convenient, forget it."

　　 Meiziyu does not force it.

　　 "No, convenient, no, this is not appropriate!"

　　 Sun Mo was a little incoherent. After scratching his hair, he said depressed: "This is too wrong for you."

　　 There is no need to rely on the contacts of her mother Mei Yazhi. Meiziyu's rich botanical knowledge is enough for her to manage a botanical garden in any of the nine famous schools.

　　 "There is nothing wronged, I like to deal with flowers and plants."

　　 Meiziyu smiled, and the warm sun shone on her face, very sweet: "Also, plants are not distinguished between high and low. Even if I grow a weed, I am very happy."

"Ok!"

　　 Sun Mo originally wanted to say that I would build you the largest botanical garden in Central State, but after hearing what Meiziyu said, he closed his mouth.

　　 Stop talking, just do it.

　　 Wait, I must find where the Green Haze Forest is? Then I dug up all the precious herbs there, not a single one left.

and many more!

　　Sun Mo suddenly thought of a question. He has eight golden lock clouds. As long as a portal is built, isn't it possible to build a wild botanical garden?

　　 Every once in a while, send a group of students and famous teachers to experience, then their knowledge and strength will definitely increase rapidly.

　　 It is said that the nine super universities are also in the Dark Continent, with their own botanical gardens, but how tiring the long journey is.

　　 It's like myself, the portal solves everything, and it's there as soon as you lift your foot.

　　 is perfect.

　　 "Teacher Sun is here, please accept me as a disciple."

　　 Just as Sun Mo was thinking about the future, a huge figure rushed over, and then knelt down, yelling, and began to kowtow.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　bang! boom! boom!

　　 The students around heard the movement and immediately stopped.

　　 "Teacher Sun? Isn't it Sun Mo?"

　　 "Hand of God? Where is it? Let me see!"

　　 "I Gan, this time I came here to worship Teacher Sun as my teacher."

　　 The students swarmed.

　　 Sun Mo's head was big for a while, but his face still showed a smile. After all, the students approve of themselves as a teacher.

　　 "Teacher, will you accept me?"

　　 The huge boy clenched his fists and punched his chest hard: "Look, I'm very strong. From the age of five, I can eat two buckets of rice for a meal and dance a sledgehammer of one hundred catties."

　　 hiss!

　　 Hearing these words, everyone gasped, their eyes shocked.

　　 This is the so-called genius, right?

　　 The boy in front of him was nearly seven feet tall, but his face was tender like spring onions dripping with water. Not surprisingly, he was ten, three or four years old.

　　 "I accept disciples, not for being strong or not!"

　　 Even though this boy is stronger than Xuanyuan Po by looking at his body alone, Sun Mo is very reserved and he still needs to examine the other's character.

　　 The boy curled his lips, what do you see if you don’t look at the strong?

　　 Did you know that when I was very young, a famous teacher wanted to accept me as a disciple?

　　My father never agreed, he was just ready to sell it, and now I ran out secretly, wanting to worship you as a teacher, but are you still holding it?

　　 To be honest, the boy is a little unhappy.

　　 After all, those famous teachers have said that as long as you follow them, you can cultivate yourself into a peerless fighter.

　　 "Have you been injured a few days ago? May I help you see?"

　　 Sun Mo saw that the boy had bruises on his body, and he planned to show off an ancient massage technique first, brush his favorability, and check his body.

　　 Although there is no God's insight, Sun Mo still has the hand of God.

　　 "It's just a small injury, don't look at it!"

　　 The boy has a proud face, can he cultivate, how can he not get hurt? He felt that this was his medal, a proof of his hard work, so he never concealed it.

　　 Sun Mo smiled, stepped forward, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and exerted force with his five fingers.

Eh?

　　 Sun Mo's expression remained unchanged, but his heart murmured.

　　 This time, Sun Mo began to look at the boy seriously.

　　 "There is a door!"

　　 Many students onlookers saw Sun Mo's expression and immediately showed envy, and the boy hummed triumphantly.

　　 They said that I am a peerless fighter.

　　 Meiziyu stood beside him quietly, waiting for Sun Mo.

　　 At this time, there is no need to hide it, so the spiritual energy surges and overflows from Sun Mo's arm, condensing into a magic lamp ghost.

　　 Its muscles are knotted, as if coated with olive oil, it is wearing a small waistcoat without buttons, and a purple turban on its head.

As soon as 　　 appeared, the magic lamp ghost dressed as A San bent his arms and showed his muscles.

　　 The students around were stunned for an instant. Some people even felt a little discomfort physically.

　　The magic lamp ghost looked at the boy. After a few seconds of observation, he put his hands on his chest and shook his head towards Sun Mo.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 The boy is puzzled, is it that I can’t?

　　 "It says you don't need treatment."

　　 Sun Mo was sweating from the waterfall, is this magic lamp Asan also conscious?

　　 "Teacher, I said earlier, I am very strong and I rarely get sick since I was a child."

　　 Boys show off.

"Ok!"

　　 Sun Mo nodded, but he curled his lips in his heart. You are not sick, but you often break bones.

　　The magic lamp ghost shook his head, which meant that this boy was a crunchy bone.

　　 Judging from the feedback of Osteopathy, the bone density of the boy in front of him is very low, which means that he cannot withstand the high intensity of the practice.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 just like a few football players, they look tall, but they are often injured during the match and it is not easy to recover from the injury. It takes half a season to lie down, and there is no chance to even look at the drinking fountain.

　　 This is called crispy.

　　 On the contrary, some short players are stout like small tanks. Although there is no advantage in height, they are particularly fierce to grab the ball.

　　Sun Mo checked the boy's body and helped him repair it by the way, but the boy couldn't wait and asked, "Teacher, can you give me a word?"

　　 From the boy's point of view, he came to visit his teacher because of his fame and recognition of Sun Mo. He should be very happy, and then he happily accepted himself.

　　 But this hesitation, what's the matter?

　　 "I am strict in accepting disciples and need to be tested, can you accept it?"

　　 Sun Mo asked back.

"Ha ha!"

　　 The boy curled his lips.

　　 Sun Mo didn't care, he actually wanted to persuade the boy not to practice.

　　 His body is fine now, because the realm is low and the intensity of cultivation is also low. When the realm comes up, he will have a fracture once in ten days and a half.

　　 But these words, Sun Mo couldn't say it, after all, which boy does not have a heroic dream.

　　 Your own words are telling him that you are not suitable for cultivation and that you are a man taller than ordinary people. Who can stand this?

　　 You know, this boy has always advertised himself as a genius.

　　 "You will meet a good teacher!"

　　 Sun Mo patted the boy on the shoulder: "Then, thank you for your recognition of me."

　　 Sun Mo turned and left.

　　 The boy also stood up. He wanted to say that you would definitely regret if you didn't accept me, but he felt that the style was too low, so he went to find other famous teachers.

　　 I heard that there is also a famous Jin Mujie teacher in Jinling, who is not only beautiful, but also powerful.

　　 As for Sun Mo.

　　 Wait and see, you will definitely regret that you missed me today.

　　 "Children~www.wuxiaspot.com~I am unfamiliar. It's normal to have this attitude, don't take it to your heart!"

　　 Plum fish comforts.

　　 "Am I the kind of person who gets angry with children?"

　　Sun Mo laughed at himself.

　　 Meiziyu shook his head, and then curious: "Is his body not good?"

　　 "To be more precise, the bones are not firm enough to support his powerful muscles and veins, hey, what a pity."

　　 Sun Mo sighed.

　　 Peerless warlord, how can there be such a good one, China has five thousand years of history, and there are only so few famous ones. When the boy discovers that he is an ordinary person, he will be desperate, right?

　　 There is also recruitment of students, which is a two-way selection process. Sun Mo doesn't mind students complaining about himself, otherwise after becoming a personal student, he hates himself and regrets it too late.

　　 Behind a flower bush more than fifty meters behind Sun Mo and Mei Ziyu, the three of Li Ziqi hid there.

　　 "This is the third rejection."

　　 Li Ziqi took out a small notebook and made a note.

　　 "I don't like this guy, it's too arrogant."

　　 Lu Zhiruo pouted his lips.

　　 "It's not so good if we follow the teacher like this?"

　　 Win Baiwu tangled.

　　 "You can not follow!"

　　 Li Ziqi doesn't mind.

　　 The iron girl did not speak, but the pace kept on.

　　 "Would you like to visit the Fighting Hall?"

　　Sun Mo suggested, but when passing by the student dormitory, a boy ran out in a panic. When he saw Sun Mo, he immediately looked happy and rushed over.

　　 "Teacher, it's not good, something happened to Wang Meng!"