My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 13: Give me back the martial arts entry?
silence.

The whole school was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes widened.

Staring at the white light between Zeng Anmin's fingers without blinking!

The students had just seen the same white light.

But that is at the Master's fingertips!
But this...

The one who reacted the strongest was Master Han. His pupils suddenly shrank and his face was full of disbelief.

He stared at the middle finger in front of his nose, his lips were a little chapped...

"This is……"

Master Han stretched out his trembling hand, trying to touch the white light, but retracted it halfway.

"Wen Qi!"

It is indeed the realm of self-cultivation!

Master Han, who has been dealing with Wen Qi all his life, is so familiar with it!

He looked at Zeng Anmin, who had a calm expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Hold your breath, concentrate, and don't move."

After saying that, he reached out and touched Zeng Anmin.

After hearing this, Zeng Anmin put away his literary spirit and looked at Master Han's big hands touching his body.

Hey, old man, stop it!

Stop touching it, or you'll pay more!

Zeng Anmin felt a little uncomfortable being touched by an old man.

"Bone age is sixteen, that's right!"

After confirming Zeng Anmin's bone age, Master Han could no longer hold back. He stood up suddenly, staring at Zeng Anmin intently:
"Did you feel anything unusual when you were flipping through the book just now?"

Zeng Anmin frowned and thought carefully, then said calmly:
"I just feel warm and can't help wanting to read."

Right!
After hearing what Zeng Anmin said, Master Han tensed up completely.

His breathing became heavier, and he asked carefully:

"In other words, from the time you started reading to the time I interrupted you just now, it took less than a moment?"

"probably."

Zeng Anmin pondered for a while, in fact he was a little unsure.

But it is definitely less than a moment!
"Hi~"

Master Han took a breath of cold air.

In less than a moment, he realized the first hint of literary spirit.

Never seen, never heard!!
This……

"Dang~"

At the same time, the bell for dismissal rang.

The Master was still lost in thought, like a sculpture, motionless.

At this time in the school, Zeng Anmin has become the center.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

There is envy, admiration, and jealousy...

"Master...school is over..."

Zeng Anmin looked at the Master who looked like a sculpture and gave him a kind reminder.

The teacher reacted immediately and looked fiercely towards Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin looked at him calmly.

After a long time, the teacher slowly extended his hand.

In full view of everyone, he bowed to Zeng Anmin.

Bend your body:

"Just now, I was prejudiced. It was my fault."

Hiss~!!
Not to mention the students were all staring with their mouths opened wide.

What did they see?
The teacher apologized to the students?

This kind of highlight moment that only appears in history books actually appeared in reality!

Even Zeng Anmin didn't expect that this teacher would have such a character!
At this moment, he was caught off guard.

"Master, you don't have to do this."

"Ah."

The Master was helped up by Zeng Anmin, his face extremely serious:
"Since you have already comprehended the literary energy and entered the realm of self-cultivation, it is not appropriate for you to stay in this hall. I will arrange for you to be promoted to the hall."

Having said that, he turned and left, looking at the remaining students and said seriously:

"Let's go. You must not be absent tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The students were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

……

Zeng Anmin looked at the Master's receding back.

His eyes were somewhat helpless. Well, he had to skip a grade when he first started school.

Now I have become someone else's child.

Just as he was about to stretch and pack up to leave.

Suddenly paused.

Zeng Anmin looked at the three options in front of him in astonishment.

[Congratulations on breaking through the grade]

[Martial arts entries loaded]

[Please choose one of the following three martial arts terms. 】

[(Silver) Martial Arts Foundation: When the martial arts realm breaks through to the Martial God Realm, 999999999 taels of gold will be awarded]

[(Silver) Unyielding Warrior: Immune to the first attack of all enemies. ]

[(Silver) Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon: Instantly obtain a Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon (will be directly delivered to a safe location)]

[Note: Unselected entries will disappear permanently. Countdown 30, 29, 28...]

……

Zeng Anmin saw these three options.

He was complaining like crazy in his heart.

Learning is valuable than anything else!
Why do you keep giving me this entry about a crude warrior?
Because his predecessor was deeply influenced by his father, Zeng Anmin at that time also had a tinted lens towards physical cultivation.

The first one is [Martial Arts Background]

I'm already a martial god, so all the gold in the world belongs to me, right? Why would I need that?

The second one: [Unyielding Warrior]

Let me say it again, I practice Confucianism and Taoism, which is about understanding the heaven and earth and using the spirit to resist the enemy. Only those crude warriors are afraid of spiritual attacks.

As for the third [Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon]

Spiritual weapon?

Zeng Anmin seemed to be thinking about something.

As far as I can remember, spiritual weapons are extremely rare. One must make contributions to the country before the Holy Dynasty will reward one with a spiritual weapon made by the Xuanzhen Division in the capital.

Apart from anything else, even Qi Bo in the family, the iron whip in his hand is just an ordinary product made by a blacksmith.

After much thought, he made the decision when the countdown was about to end.

……

Water Supervisor College, back mountain.

Dean Qin Shoucheng stood up with a gloomy expression.

He looked around and when he didn't see anyone around him, his gloomy expression faded away.

He stood up as if nothing had happened.

I glanced at the still empty fish basket.

He frowned and thought:

"Hmm...it must be bad bait!"

Then he put away his fishing rod and prepared to go to his bedroom.

"Master Dean."

A voice sounded in his ears.

Qin Shoucheng quickly turned around, used his body to block the empty fish basket behind him, and looked at the person who came.

It was the butler who had just left.

"Why are you back again?"

Qin Shoucheng asked calmly.

The butler's expression was somewhat complicated. He bowed to the dean and said:

"Dean, the academy's introductory teacher Han Lide just came to report something important."

"What's the matter?" Qin Shoucheng asked with a frown.

"Among today's new students, there are some who, after just a moment of reading Imperial College, have already understood a glimpse of literary spirit!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shoucheng's hand holding the fishing rod suddenly stopped.

Then he raised his head suddenly, and asked with a look of joy:
"really?"

The most difficult part of Confucianism practice is the initial enlightenment.

Throughout history, there are countless people who were able to understand the first hint of literary spirit in such a short period of time!
And all of them are great talents who will go down in history!
If nothing unexpected happens, the Water Supervisor College will produce another great talent!

"It has been confirmed. Master Han has personally measured his bone age."

The butler's expression became increasingly complicated, even hesitant.

"it is good!!!"

This good news made Qin Shoucheng forget about his unwillingness to leave the city empty. A deep smile appeared on his face:
"Which family does this boy belong to?"

In his mind, such a gifted child must be from a noble family.

"Zeng Anmin." The butler lowered his head tactfully.

"Who?"

Qin Shoucheng raised his voice and almost broke it.

(End of this chapter)