Two days later, Li Xinde drove Xia Ju over in a carriage.

Since Xia Ju didn't have one big character, Bu Fan gave Xiaoman the task of literacy.

[Lai Zhi Xiaoman’s negative emotions 11111]

Although Xiaoman looked dissatisfied, she still went to teach Xia Ju how to read.

as expected.

The experience of teaching Xia Ju is indeed higher than that of ordinary disciples.

[Initial guidance to your disciple Xia Ju, reward: one million experience points]

[Your disciple is literate at ten, reward: one million experience points]

[Your disciple is literate twenty, reward: two million experience points]

…

In the past, Bu Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with having a disciple.

But at this moment, he actually felt like he was a genius disciple.

Even literacy is rewarded with such high experience points.

What about practicing in the future?

Bu Fan suppressed his inner excitement.

He knows that the road must be walked step by step, the food must be eaten one bite at a time, and nothing must be done in a hurry.

After all, he still understands the principle of biting off more than you can chew.

It's a pity that if Tianming Search wants to use it again, he can only wait until he breaks through to the tribulation stage.

Can...

Looking at the empirical value like pi, Bu Fan raised his forehead.

We can only take our time.

In the days that followed, Xiao Man taught Xia Ju how to read. Xia Ju learned quickly and knew the common words in less than two days.

Then, Bu Fan took out several medical books on identifying herbal medicines and asked Xia Ju to take them home and read them.

He also told her that when Xia Ju could identify four to five thousand kinds of herbs, she could formally learn medical skills.

Xia Ju's eyes were firm, she nodded, and returned with her medical skills in her arms.

"Dad, why don't you teach Xia Ju how to practice? I checked Xia Ju's spiritual root attributes yesterday. She has a wind attribute spiritual root!"

Xiaoman was extremely puzzled.

She was very confused as to why her salty fish father always received very qualified disciples. What kind of bad luck did this have.

Just bad luck?

Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

He found it through a system search, right?

“Some things can’t be rushed!!”

Bu Fan had his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"I think you are worried that your disciple's cultivation level is higher than yours!" Xiaoman said with doubt on his face.

"Do you think your father and I are the kind of people who care about cultivation?" Bu Fan rolled his eyes at the girl.

Xiaoman: "..."

Speechless.

She is the only one who can talk about laziness so confidently.

"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense to you. I wasted two days practicing and I'm going to make up for it!"

With that said, Xiaoman shook his head and walked towards his house.

Bu Fan shook his head.

Is he lazy?

Is he salty?

In fact, they are all different.

He has always practiced very well.

It's just that his way of practice is different from others.

…

On this day, Marquis Ding'an discovered something in the school.

That is, as he taught in the school for longer and longer, a trace of awe-inspiring righteousness unknowingly emerged in his body.

And this awe-inspiring righteousness can actually suppress voodoo and even reduce it.

After school.

The Marquis of Ding'an couldn't wait to find Wu Xuanzi and told him the news.

"Sure enough, everything that gentleman did was not for no reason!"

After hearing this, Wu Xuanzi stroked his beard and said as expected.

Marquis Ding'an was not stupid and immediately understood what Wu Xuanzi meant.

That gentleman arranged for him to teach in the school.

In other words, the gentleman didn't want to treat him, but was already treating him.

It's just that the other party didn't say it clearly at the time.

This can be said to be a test for him.

After all, if he had left the town in anger because of the other party's words, he would not have discovered the truth behind staying in the school to teach.

As for his voodoo, there is no need to cure it.

Thinking of this, Marquis Ding'an felt a little more reverence for that existence.

…

The next morning.

The weather is sunny and the sky is blue.

Bu Fan usually rides a little white donkey to go for a walk in the town.

The autumn breeze blows.

Gives people a comfortable feeling.

People working with their heads down in the fields.

Someone looked up and noticed him, straightened up immediately, and waved with a smile on his face.

And Bu Fan would smile and wave in response.

Under the big locust tree in the town is always a good place to rest.

Many young children who have not reached school age are chasing and playing under the big locust tree, while the elderly are chatting and cracking melon seeds.

he came.

The young children stopped chasing and playing and waved happily to him, and the old people would smile and nod at him.

Bu Fan also responded one by one.

Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious.

…

In the blacksmith shop.

A shirtless, handsome man held a sledgehammer in his hand and kept hitting the dark red iron bars.

Every time it is struck, a large cloud of sparks will bloom.

Who would have thought that this man was once Duan Zhenghou, a well-known weapon-refining master in the world of immortality.

…

Extraordinary Escort Agency.

A group of burly men sat together and drank heavily.

One of them, a wretched-looking old man, raised his wine glass high, stepped on a stool with one foot and spoke in a hearty voice.

"I won't come home until I'm drunk today!"

And at a corner.
To be continued...