Time passed quickly, and two months went by in the blink of an eye. In Jing She, the sword dance was finished, and Fang Xin grasped his sword, making a "whooshing" sound as he put it away.

  As he constantly practiced swordsmanship in both the virtual and real worlds, Fang Xin gradually developed a highly coordinated sense of feeling, and he stroked the hilt of his Zhanlu sword.

  The icy coldness, when stuck to his skin, always makes him think of the distant and immeasurable original world.

  At this time, he always recalls the memories of those years, like a treasure.

  A strong heart, this will is like a sprout, slowly growing in Fang Xin's deep heart. However, sometimes facing a completely new environment, a sense of confusion arises. Nevertheless, because of this, his nature gradually reveals itself, just like jade that has shed its stone skin - warm and moist, as deep as the sea, yet seemingly indifferent.

  In these two months, swordsmanship has advanced day by day, learning has progressed day by day, inner breath has been purified, and gradually transformed.

  This world, with its serene beauty and spiritual atmosphere, is indeed an ideal place for cultivation and learning. The entire system of the world supports learning without being too warm or too cold, unlike the awkward situation on Earth where wolves are pulling at cows.

  "Mr. Fang, great job! Your mastery of the sword technique has already reached a high level, I can hardly believe it, your progress is too fast, you're simply born to be a swordsman." The voice on the other side of the screen couldn't help but praise: "Now if you refine it a bit more, you'll qualify for the second-level swordsman, keep up the good work!"

  "That's great teaching, Professor Zhang." Fang Xin said, and the second stage, which is the beginning of intermediate swordsmanship, indeed progressed very quickly.

  For the past two months, I have been diligently cultivating and often studying the notes of Fang and Xiao families. Unbeknownst to me, my internal breath has begun to purify, transforming into a lesser yang, and true sprouts are emerging. It seems that there is not much time left before the emergence of the yin spirit.

  It's just the natural evolution of essence, energy and spirit, everything is like this.

  Moreover, the first-level Taoist internal cultivation, the first-level Huaxia theology, and the first-level Confucian classics have all been completed. The basic talismans of the second-level Taoist internal cultivation, the records of resonance, philosophical discussions, debates on the nature of things, worldviews, and methods of proof have also been unknowingly completed.

  The Taoist school of thought in this world is Xuanmen, which holds a monistic and animistic view. Monism refers to the belief that the essence of the world is singular, which is the foundation of Xuanmen, known as Xuanhua Yiqi. Animism, on the other hand, posits the existence of countless lives attached to this "Xuanhua Yiqi", infinite and boundless, drifting aimlessly, among which there are those with great abilities that can be called divine, but only to that extent.

  The attitude of the empire is simple: take what is useful and use it, believe in what it seeks and believe in it, be friendly and humble, sincere but not confused.

  With such a profound understanding, one can observe the universe with a single breath. Only then can one truly be considered a second-order Xuanmen scholar.

  After a few more polite remarks, he left the Jing She, with 345 wins and 105 losses, and his points had already entered the city finals circle, which was already worthy of Jing She's investment.

  Two months, 350 battles, with wins and losses, have already gone through many swordsmen's lifetime of fighting.

  Fang Xin walked out of Jing She, looking back at the predictable future. He probably wouldn't return here again because there wasn't much left to learn. The second stage was already complete, and the third stage didn't have anything new. Prolonged purification was just the third stage, and for anything above the fourth stage, he would have to go to Yue Men to study.

  Back at the entrance of the residential area, someone saw him and shouted: "Teacher Fang, hasn't the exam that started three days before the beginning of May ended yet? Your family is waiting anxiously."

  Having recruited so many students, at first, they called him Little Fang Teacher, with some playful meaning, but Fang Xin didn't care about these things, if that's what they wanted to call him, he would simply agree.

  Gradually, the learning effect became apparent. These fifty children were truly making progress in their studies every day, which made their parents both surprised and delighted. As this reputation spread, the little square teacher became Teacher Fang, and the tone was no longer playful or teasing.

  "What's the hurry, by now it should be clear how much we've learned and how well we'll do on the exam." Fang Xin smiled and replied that just a moment ago, Yu Ruyi had been trembling with excitement, clearly they had already passed the exam, so naturally he was calm.

  "When is the next class? My kid at home also wants to attend."

  "Please register at that time."

  In the neighborhood, there are often children asking for help with their homework. Fang Xin will slightly assist those who truly need it, but won't change his own schedule.

  Just arrived at my own villa, downstairs was full of parents, but fortunately, they understood the rules and didn't make a big noise or go upstairs. The brain system is the most important thing, everything is recorded, so I'm not afraid of any problems arising.

  It was almost dinner time, and everyone was just drinking juice. When they saw him, they stood up to greet him: "Teacher Fang, you're back?"

  Fang Xin laughed, at this time, the projection screen was already on, showing news. If the exam results come out, it will immediately switch to the screen. Looking at the time, it should be about now. The review of the results is very fast these days.

  Make room for the best position for him, Fang Xin sat down, and someone nearby shook hands with him: "Hello, my name is Luo Xin, a reporter from Lihua Daily. May I interview you?"

  Fang Xing replied politely with a faint smile: "Alright, there's nothing to hide anyway."

  "Mr. Fang is quite young, only sixteen years old this year? He has already obtained the second-level bachelor's degree of Huaxia Civilization, which is really impressive."

  "Yes, it's May now, and I've turned 16, but what does this little achievement count for?" Fang Xin said with a smile. Now there are many geniuses, those under 20 years old who have reached the sixth rank or higher, so what does his achievement count for in front of them?

  Some people hide their strength, but others believe that working hard and chasing after something will eventually reveal a glimmer of light, so just focus on making an effort.

  "Mr. Fang is too modest, at least very few people are willing to teach so many students for free, how did Mr. Fang think of this?"

  "Be polite and humble, self-love is the foundation. If there's any surplus, it should be used for good deeds, isn't this the basic moral principle advocated by the empire? I'm just following this, and I like to see children making progress, seeing parents happy." Fang Xin said simply.

  Lu Xing suddenly fell silent and showed respect: "That's what people say, but very few people have really put it into practice. Mr. Fang, do you think there will be any results this time?"

  He took a look at the time and it was almost time for the results to be released, so he asked in advance.

  Fang Xin laughed: "I think the kids are working very hard, they should all pass!"

  His tone was flat, but full of confidence. Luo Xin couldn't help but take another look at him, he wasn't a reckless person either. Nowadays, reporters also need to have a lot of quality, just recording things down. Seeing that there was still some time, they chatted casually for a moment: "What kind of cultural activities does Mr. Fang usually engage in?"

  "No, I'm really lacking in this aspect, it's really regrettable. However, I originally wanted to learn the piano, but after thinking about it, I'd rather learn the Xiao instead!" Fang Xin was indeed very regretful, however, once his swordsmanship reached the second stage, he wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, and at that time, he could spare some time to learn something elegant to cultivate his temperament.

  The reason for learning Xiao but not Qin is that in the future there will be more traveling, and Xiao is more convenient to carry, and its production is also simpler.

  Just then, the whole room shook with a loud noise, and the parents could no longer remain calm, standing up.

  On the screen, the transcript appeared one by one, and all the names had a big red standard of passing first grade. Most students passed three subjects, only a small part passed two or one subject.

  Luo Xin was shocked and stood up. Such results were frightening, considering this was a year and a half's worth of studying!

  Even if you're a full-time teacher, with such grades, you'll still get bonus points for promotion.