Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 17 is engraved with the character "早" (early).
Day two.

The moment I opened my eyes, a flash of white light appeared, and my mind was completely clear, but I made no progress.

The White Lotus Descent Scripture is a top-tier divine skill in the world, with no specific training method but only a mental cultivation method.

The Holy Mother believed that anyone who could obtain this method and live to cultivate and enter the Tao must be exceptionally talented, a talent that would shake the world.

The fact that Bai Lian, with his carefree nature, still practices cultivation like a mediocre person after mastering the Finger of No Birth is simply a huge joke.

Either travel the world to seize the inheritances of countless sects, or comprehend great supernatural powers from the heavens and the earth; otherwise, how can one dominate the world?

They didn't consider that a half-baked individual would pass through the Nirvana Tribulation by using a transmigrator's body, and then use the Finger of No Life to sacrifice a great cultivator of the White Lotus Sect to enter the Dao.

It seems that the saying that Xu Xuan's previous incarnation had great fortune is indeed true.

"Sigh... If only this technique were like Iron Palm, with my talent..."

My family knows their own affairs.

His predecessor, Xu Xuan, failed the imperial examination, and the contemporary Xu Xuan also did not achieve much.

This technique is somewhat like casting pearls before swine.

Morning classes.

Teacher Xu strode into the classroom and glanced around.

The appointed time has arrived, yet several people still haven't shown up.

It seems that being late on the first day back from vacation is a matter of time and space.

"I can't wait any longer, let's start the morning class."

The morning lessons consisted of reciting Confucian classics under the supervision of instructors.

If you memorize these classics every day and internalize them, then you can recite historical and classical texts fluently.

This kind of work doesn't require a professor's involvement; Xu Xuan, a mere scholar, could handle it all.

Choosing one work by a sage to memorize each day is a fundamental skill for all scholars.

After thinking about it for a while, I randomly chose the "Li Yun" chapter from the Book of Rites.

Once, Confucius attended a banquet for guests at the Waxing Ceremony. After the ceremony, he went for a stroll on the top of the watchtower and sighed deeply. Confucius's sigh was a lament for the state of Lu.

Yan Yan, who was standing nearby, said, "Why is a gentleman sighing?"

Soon, the sound of recitation filled the classroom, with teachers and students alike swaying their heads and maintaining a consistent pace of progress.

It may seem silly, but it's actually very useful.

That is, it can prevent cervical spondylosis and myopia, as well as maintain a certain rhythm of memory, which can also be regarded as a tacit inheritance.

The entire academy resonated with the scholars reciting the writings of the sages, and from a spiritual perspective, one could see the pure energy subtly undulating and resonating.

Xu Xuan stood on the podium with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly immersed in the lecture.

In reality, he sensed the change in the White Lotus Saint Father within his inner world.

This divine image radiates wisdom after absorbing the resonance of the academy and its scholars.

Extracting the essence of everyone's thinking?
Xu Xuan seemed to have a flash of inspiration.
After that, I wrote a few more articles, and everything was peaceful.

Even the latecomers stood outside the door and recited along.

Until there is not enough time left to continue memorizing a complete summary.

I usually read by myself at this time, waiting for the morning class to end.

But today is different.

The students, who had previously seemed to be immersed in the thoughts of the ancient sages, suddenly awoke, their eyes shining brightly with eagerness to try.

Yesterday at the main gate of the academy, this instructor severely suppressed the aura of all the proud young talents.

Xu Xuan let out a cold laugh; he had been waiting for this moment.

"Latecomers, please come in."

"Being late on the first day was really wrong, but it's not unforgivable."

Suddenly the style of the painting changed.

"In that case, I'll tell you a story."

“I once had a classmate named Lu Yushan, from Shaoxing.” “That year, Yushan’s father fell ill and was bedridden. He attended school while also helping with household chores, running between the pawnshop and the pharmacy every day, which caused him to be late for school one morning.”

The old gentleman, known for his upright character and dedication to teaching, sternly said, "You must arrive earlier from now on!"

Yu Shan listened without saying anything and silently returned to his seat.

He gently carved a small character on the desk: "Good morning".

From then on, he was never late for school again, and he was always early for everything, striving throughout his life.

This short story is no different from other stories that encourage learning, such as studying by the light of fireflies and snow, reading books until the leather bindings broke three times, and hanging books on ox horns.

It's just something new to hear; I don't really expect students to learn anything from it. They might only learn how to carve words on their desks.

However, Xu Xuan's use of stories to illustrate current events adds a touch of fun.

The students below listened attentively, and some even tried to elaborate and analyze the points. Then, their time was up.

Clang~~~~~Clang~~~~~
Xu Xuan was very pleased to hear the sound of the chime.

Fight with me?
Since entering the Daoist path, my grasp of the time is more accurate than that of the chickens raised in the academy.

Well, if those who linger outside the Daoist sect knew that someone was taking pride in this ability, they would surely cry out that Heaven's justice is unjust.

"I regret that I wanted to share more."

"Class dismissed."

Ah, naive students, from now on I'll show you what the horror of a Chinese 1001 Days is all about, a thought-provoking fable every day, all in one easy way.

The students below felt that something was off.

As for catching up to ask about the lesson just now, was it a morning class, or was it the kind that was purely memorization?

All they could do was watch Xu Xuan's retreating figure and prepare to snipe this trainee instructor again tomorrow.

I ran into Professor Gu on the way, and we greeted each other in a friendly manner.

"Teacher Xu, have you encountered any difficulties?"

"No, the students are very obedient."

"?"

Gu Wei was a little bewildered. How come these students had no backbone? They were taught a lesson yesterday, and today they were obediently following orders.

It seems that Madam Yin's concerns were correct, and reform is imperative.

After the first long class ended, it was time for the break.

Xu Xuan also saw the academician's wife holding the rattan ball again.

"Madam Yin."

“Instructor Xu, how about we gather everyone together, explain the rules, and then you can give a demonstration?”

"No, this is truly an insult to civility."

Madam Yin was somewhat puzzled; how could Instructor Xu be such a refined person in his manners?
She knew all the details of the morning class.

Xu Xuan, no, that look you're giving me is a bit hurtful.

My predecessor was, after all, a proper scholar, well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, and handsome and refined in appearance.

"Ahem, what I mean is that Cuju is a lot of fun, but it's difficult to get scholars to lower their standards, so leave it to me."

"You only need to stand aside and ponder with 'Wei Liao Zi' and 'Sun Tzu's Art of War'."

Regardless of his past or future life, Xu Xuan was a very reasonable working person. The monthly salary and other conditions provided by the academy far exceeded the average living standard in this world.

Therefore, he wanted to help the academician's wife solve her problems and demonstrate his own value.

This will pave the way for the next salary increase.

He had a premonition that his path of cultivation would be inseparable from the human world.

When the young students arrived, they saw the academician's wife holding a military treatise, deep in thought, while the mysterious Instructor Xu was holding a rattan ball, his brows furrowed and silent.

A student stepped forward and asked.

"Teacher Xu, this is..."

(End of this chapter)