Never divorce, never stop getting rich

There's no time left!

Qian Qiansui didn't even sleep. He packed some things and took a carriage to the academy.

She had previously asked Dumbledore to buy some craftsmen for her. This time, when she counted the number of people, she found that it exactly matched the number of people and types of work required for papermaking in the technology tree.

Without any delay, Qian Qiansui sent the selected people to a remote courtyard in the academy, and then added points to the papermaking technology on the technology tree.

"It's not easy for outsiders to know about this. In fact, I have a master's teachings, including the methods of the meditation room, which are all inherited from my master."

Qian Qiansui braced himself and said, "If it were any other time, it would be fine, but since Old Man Kong has proposed a competition, we have to accept it. Even if we lose, it won't be too embarrassing."

With such a lame excuse, Qian Qiansui thought that Deng Buduo would at least be suspicious.

Who knew Dumbledore would actually show such an expression: "I have already guessed it. Such a magical method is not something that ordinary people can possess. Madam, this is..."

"I need to seek help from the sect and ask some of my senior brothers to come."

Qian Qiansui's lies became smoother and smoother, "My master and fellow apprentices don't like to go out of seclusion, and this time they reluctantly agreed because of me.

We must clean up the yard before they arrive, and the things inside must be kept secret, as they are all treasures of my sect."

"As I should!" Nowadays, if someone has some tricks or secret recipes, they will keep them hidden. Master Qian Qiansui, who has made selfless contributions to the academy, is already a person of noble character. Dumbledore admires him very much.

“Also, since we’re going to have a competition, we must find good students. The dean can let them sign up themselves, and we’ll screen them later.

Anyone can apply, regardless of their academic performance or whether they are top-notch students in the academy.

Qian Qiansui carefully instructed that no one knew better than her what kind of child's talent.

Panshi Academy was going to compete with the four most famous academies in and around the capital. This news spread almost overnight throughout the capital.

Many people paid attention to this matter with an attitude of watching a good show.

Not many people know about Panshi Academy, but the other four academies, Jiangsong Academy, Qingyun Academy, Wenyuan Academy, and Qiming Academy are all famous academies in Tang State.

They almost monopolized most of the successful candidates in Tang State, and many officials currently serving in the court also came from this academy.

It can be said that in Tang State, apart from the Imperial College, entering these four academies is equivalent to having one foot in the official career, with a bright future.

As for Panshi Academy, it was a famous school a hundred years ago and is now a correctional institution. Almost all the troublemakers, village tyrants, and spoiled children from aristocratic families around the capital were sent to this academy.

How can we compare this? Isn't this like an egg hitting a stone? Waste and genius, even a fool knows who will win.

Qian Qiansui could not hear the chaotic noise outside at all. She sat in the carriage anxiously, looking outside for a while, and then looking carefully at the old man in front of her who looked like an immortal.

"Sui Sui, don't worry, I'm not really disguising myself. My face is genuine." Sang Biao was dressed in a white robe, his sleeves moved slightly, and his long white beard moved without wind.

She couldn't change into someone else's appearance out of thin air, but she could find a young person's appearance at random and make some minor adjustments. It was not difficult for her to create the image of an old immortal.

"Wait a minute..."

Before Qian Qiansui finished speaking, Sang Biao said, "I know. I can appear from a distance and then disappear into thin air. Don't worry, I'm already a spirit. What can't I do?"

Qian Qiansui opened her mouth and put her hands on her knees. It was her first time to engage in feudal superstition, so she was still a little nervous.

Just as the carriage was about to reach the gate of the academy, Sang Biao lifted the curtain, and the kitten disappeared from the carriage like smoke and ran away.

"Madam..." Dumbledore was the only one at the door. Qian Qiansui got off the carriage and dismissed everyone, then walked up the mountain with Dumbledore.

"The sect has given us a signal, saying that Master will come today and will give us some books, but remember not to spread the news to anyone else.

Just wait for my senior brother to arrive, and things will go smoothly."

Qian Qiansui didn't dare glance at Dumbledore while he was talking.

This person is so smart that he is almost a demon. Otherwise, in the original book, it would be impossible for him to develop such a large sect organization, brainwash so many people, and help Fu Zichan rebel.

But what she didn't expect was that Dumbledore would not doubt it at all, because what he saw from the Xumi Illusion was too advanced. Even a liar could not create such a perfect world.

That is the belief in his heart, the goal he pursues, and the career he wants to accomplish in his life.

"Disciple!"

Qian Qiansui shuddered. She wanted Sang Biao to show off, but she had never thought of asking this guy to transmit her message over a thousand miles.

"Master... Master, I, your unfilial disciple, am causing trouble for you." Qian Qiansui said the lines while suppressing his shame.

On a mountain not far away, where the sunlight reaches, an old man seems to be standing in the clouds.

It's the same robe, but this robe and the cloud echo each other. When the wind blows, the cloud moves, and the robe moves with it, like a cloud of mist, which seems to be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Immortal..." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with eager yearning, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Qian Qiansui was overwhelmed. He said he was going to play the role of an immortal, but he didn't say he was going to ascend to heaven on the spot!

"Master! Where is my book?" Give me the book and leave quickly!

A gentle breeze blew by, and the tall weeds fell over, revealing an exquisite box.

This was a jewelry box that the original owner brought as a dowry.

Qian Qiansui quickly stepped forward, picked up the box, and said perfunctorily, "Thank you, Master! Remember to ask Senior Brother to come quickly!"

"Make more good friends, do more good deeds, and if your heart is righteous, you will have nothing to fear. Go back!" Sang Biao held it in for a long time and finally forced out the words he had learned from watching a play two days ago.

After saying this, she instantly turned into smoke, hid in the grass and left quietly.

But in Dumbledore's eyes, this hand was simply a magical skill of an immortal. He stood there for a long time, speechless.

Qian Qiansui brought the things back to the academy, opened the technology tree, and found that the option conditions next to papermaking were already lit up. The number of craftsmen, papermaking materials, and the technology required for production were all in place.

She found an empty corner, clicked the virtual teacher button, and a strange teacher appeared in the courtyard.

All the research conditions for papermaking in the technology tree are complete. Qian Qiansui took a deep breath and began to research.

"Junior sister, you just need to wait for the progress bar to be full, and this research team will be able to complete their training."

The virtual senior brother smiled and immediately got down to work. He didn't look like a virtual person at all.

Qian Qiansui finally saw the progress bar begin to flow on the technology tree. Hopefully, everything was still in time.

"What kind of Rock Academy is this? I'm afraid the entire academy can't even find a single person who can compete."

"That's right! Their academy is full of playboys and losers! They even want to fight against the four major academies. It's ridiculous!"

"Those useless people should just stay home and eat, drink, gamble and have sex. Why do they have to come out and make a fool of themselves? Do you really expect these useless people to have any future?"

Wen Siqin stood on the street with his fists clenched and his eyes red.

"Si Qin, are we still running away?" He was still the same playboy as yesterday, and he finally found a way to run away.

"Run? Run for nothing! Go back to the academy! Sign up! I'll show them I'm not a loser!"