Start From Cultivation University

　　 On the last day of military training, Wei Ze personally went to the court to review the results.

　　 Needless to say in terms of basics, even the bottom Wu Hao can easily operate spiritual power during intense exercise. As for the leading Yuan Qingqing, she can already run half a marathon with the support of spiritual power.

　　 Before the prescribed time, the last person had already crossed the key line prescribed by Weize. He just stood in the stands, looking around at the breathless new students at his feet, his satisfaction was beyond words.

　　 There is a feeling that a little chicken **** raised in her own house has laid an egg.

　　 And the last item of military training is collective Tai Chi performance.

　　 A group of teenagers and girls in practice clothes stood in the midfield, clasped their fists and saluted. Following the order of the leading student, the crowd moved out of their positions, their bodies unfolded, and the slam aura punched out.

　　 At first glance, this scene really looks a bit like an ordinary university art performance, but...

　　 "The eighth style, the left and the tail of the bird—"

　　 Everyone turned sideways and waved their right hands together, and they saw that the aura of the arm was directly blasted by a strong wind, and several thinner seedlings in the midfield were directly broken by the waist.

　　 "Tenth style, move the block and beat—"

More than 30 left feet slammed on the ground, and then the volley fist suddenly pressed downwards, only to hear the muffled sound of bangs. The ground of the midfield sank more than an inch, and at first glance, it looked like the surface of the moon full of gullies. .

　　 "Thirteenth style..."

　　 has been performed one by one, and Wei Ze is very pleased to see more and more broken branches, gravel, and pits on the ground.

　　 In this way, these students are truly capable of application. Although still very immature, such control ability is enough to deal with the following basic courses.

　　From the faces of the students, he also saw the joy brought by this change.

In this final literary performance, everyone tried their best. They felt the overflowing spiritual power rushing out of their bodies, and the pleasure of hitting everywhere on the spot. A month of hard work was like It shattered with the ground.

　　 Wei Ze was very moved by this. So he called Qianshou, gave her dozens of brooms and dustpans, temporarily transferred her position to a "cleaner" and swept away the mess.

　　...

　　According to the schedule of ordinary universities, the end of military training coincides with a holiday, which should be when the students go home for a long vacation. But Kunlun University is in a special situation, and no one is willing to give up the progress of cultivation and go home at this juncture.

　　 In order to avoid leaks, the campus is not allowed to use external communications at will, but Wei Ze feels that one month after the beginning of school, students have to report to their homes about safety and progress.

　　 After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to use the oldest technique-family letters.

　　 After the news was released, many students cheered up.

　　 After all, they have become the only group of cultivators in the world! If this matter is told to the family, it can be compared to being admitted to the key Guangzong Yaozu!

　　 But after the excitement, concerns also follow.

　　 Not to mention whether the school will allow them to do so. Even if you let, what should they say?

　　 When I came to a university that teaches immortality, the teacher is a real immortal person, and he learns to breathe? This is too ridiculous. It's okay if the family doesn't believe it. If they believe it, they might feel like they have entered the MLM den.

　　 This is the time to test the Chinese language skills. A group of people are biting their pens, thinking about the use of the Spring and Autumn Period brushwork, and euphemistically telling the family about the existence of Xiuxian without arousing suspicion.

　　 A day later, these letters were all handed over to Wei Ze, in a neat stack.

　　 Although there is no clear explanation, it is something that may involve privacy after all. He didn't read too much, just used [Tiaoqi] to attract flocks of birds, sort the letters one by one, and these messengers would take them to all sides.

　　 So, on another sunny afternoon, the second elder of the Wu family leaned at the table, looked up the dictionary, and read the letter from his son with some difficulty.

"...The teachers at the school are very good. I have learned a lot in the past month. I will definitely work hard in my studies. I have seen the food and accommodation in the school. I eat well and sleep well, so don’t worry about it. But you guys Don’t come to me, don’t post things either. I don’t need things outside in school..."

　　The letter is full of the meaning that there is no silver three hundred taels here, and the two are always in the clouds.

　　 Since going to university, Wu Hao of Gu's family has always had a sudden decrease in contact with them, and he rarely makes phone calls. And a month later, suddenly such an unknown letter was sent, and it was not from the post office, but was picked up by a pigeon.

"Haozi said, this school can't be found under normal circumstances, it must be brought in by an expert?" Mother Wu helped with reading glasses, "According to that, the children in the village can't go to school yet? What is it like? School?"

　　...

　　 At the same time, the girl's letter has reached its destination, and the delicate handwriting is completely displayed in front of his father.

　　 "...Dad, there is a miracle in the world, Kunlun University is such a miracle. Believe me, the things taught in this school can really cure my mother. Take care of her, I will definitely learn..."

　　 Father Yuan took this letter and was shocked by the momentum between the lines. In his impression, his daughter had never believed in something so firmly.

　　 "The doctor said that there is no hope... Qingqing said that this university can be brought back to life?" He looked at the white dove with his head cooing beside him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, "Isn't it a fairy who went down to earth..."

　　 Some tens of kilometers away, someone has the same confusion as him.

　　 A letter from his son was placed in front of Xiao's father, with a complicated expression.

　　 To be precise, it cannot be called a letter. It is just a piece of paper with only three sentences:

　　 Mom and Dad

　　 I am at Kunlun University

　　 It’s amazing here!

　　...

　　...

　　 On the day when the home book arrived, dozens of families were immersed in the same subtle feelings.

　　 Their children gave up all the normal education and life opportunities that they should have, and chose that Kunlun University. Since then, I rarely showed up for a month, and finally got in touch. It was actually sent by mail, and it was sent by birds.

　　 If they didn’t recognize the children’s handwriting and tone, they would really think it was a pyramid scheme.

　　 What kind of school is this? -This night, this became a common question for the families of more than forty students.

　　 These questions will definitely be answered in the future. But at this time, their greatest significance is—

　　【Kunlun University popularity +2】

　　【Kunlun University popularity+1】

　　【Kunlun University popularity +4】

　　【…】

　　The long-lasting popularity finally climbed a few steps, which surprised Wei Ze very much.

　　 There shouldn’t be many secrets of the school in a single letter. This is all so effective. Then, when these students really complete their studies and walk out of the campus...

　　 He was sitting in the office, looking at the panel and thinking about it, but the door was knocked, and a student rushed in hurriedly with an anxious expression on his face.

　　 "Ms. Wei, someone was fighting behind!"