The First Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-One Chapters
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When Qin Mo went to call Feng Xingying for dinner, he asked her how her grade was certified?
I saw Feng Xingying proficiently sent him a business card.
On the business card is Feng Xingying's basic information, followed by her various certifications, with the highest ranking in the front and the lower ranking in the back.
Looking at the ten golden characters, Qin Mo rubbed his eyes hard.
"Just certify a few with high rewards today, and then certify the others another day." Feng Xingying's indifferent voice came from his ears.
"..." Qin Mo was even more speechless to Feng Xingying, and couldn't help but ask again: "In this period of time, you should study more thoroughly, and you should have the hope of reaching the prefectural level on the comprehensive level of literature."
"I read the prefecture-level introduction. It shouldn't be difficult, but it's too time-consuming. I'm hungry. I'll try it after a while."
"!!!"
The reason why she didn't hit the prefecture-level certification turned out to be: she was hungry!
Seeing Qin Mo's depressed face, Feng Xingying's brows and eyes curled into a smile: "You believe me if I joke with you? How can I reach the earth level, Xuan level depends on luck."
"Well, I'm going to take the prefectural level test tomorrow." Qin Mo's self-esteem was really hurt by the crit.
In terms of culture, Feng Xingying, a modern doctoral student, is of course qualified to pass the prefectural level exam, but she doesn't want to.
Because once they reach the prefecture-level scribes, they will become famous local Confucians, and they have to participate in various scribes activities while earning high incomes.
Feng Xingying's current situation, she has no identifiable identity, and she doesn't know much about this space. If she really rashly becomes a Confucian scholar, she doesn't know how she died. Anyway, her scumbag first-level force value is the best. Headache short board!
But Feng Xingying is not discouraged. It takes 365 years to grow one year old here. Feng Xingying believes that by the time of her seventeenth birthday, she will definitely be able to reach the spirit of honor!
Perhaps it is because force only requires perseverance in cultivation, and the advanced channel above Spirit Venerable is closed again, so it is not so rare.
On the contrary, scribes need to use their brains, be happy, and even more rare.
The so-called happy orifice is to stimulate the brain to increase the utilization rate of the brain. To put it bluntly, it means to artificially increase the IQ!
The method of happiness is generally to refine the corresponding treasures of heaven and earth into pills.
By the way, Feng Xingying's alchemy level, getting a second level, is also considered to be at the bottom.
Because the Divine Phoenix Clan is good at alchemy, this continent is made up of various branches and descendants of the Divine Phoenix Clan, and some people teach top-notch alchemy techniques.
It is worth mentioning that the temple does not allow anyone to use the spiritual power of heaven and earth to make alchemy. Fortunately, this kind of thing is not difficult for Ling Zun.
At the dinner table, Feng Xingying saw that Qin Mo was a little dazed, and was in a daze.
But even in a daze, he could still remember the little things like picking vegetables for her and helping her remove the fishbone.
"Why did you become a teacher?" Feng Xingying suddenly asked Qin Mo.
"Me? Four years ago, I had a serious illness. The dean saved me. After I woke up, I tested my literary grade and stayed in the college to become a teacher. If you want to be a teacher, I will apply for you tomorrow. Otherwise, you are too arrogant."
"Don't, I'm lazy, I don't like lectures." Feng Xingying quickly refused: "I'm very happy to be able to follow you to the lecture."
"real?"
"Of course it's true. Do you want me to take off my clothes and check your sincerity?"
"No, no, no."