Chen An walked into the classroom, and the remaining three students bowed to greet him.

"I've seen a storyteller."

I won’t talk about books!

And there were only three students, which made Chen An look confused and said, "Register."

"Student Su Yan."

"Student Yang Zheng."

"Student Xu Bin."

Su Yan looked honest at first sight, and Yang Zheng's eyes were circling, which showed that he was a cunning person.

As for Xu Bin, he looked indifferent, obviously he was just a so-called man.

After the three of them sat down, they felt that Chen An should be about to leave.

What are the three students teaching?

Moreover, it is said outside that Chen An cannot teach serious knowledge.

The so-called serious knowledge refers to Confucianism.

Chen An threw the cloth bag on the table and said lightly: "It's time for class."

The three students sat upright, probably in the first lesson, they had to give some face, and even Yang Zheng looked more honest.

"You should have learned your own mental arithmetic, so I won't go into details. Today I will talk about some natural changes."

He took something out of the cloth bag.

Yang Zheng was a little impatient, and after seeing this thing, he muttered: "Water cup? Are you going to teach us how to drink water?"

"No, it's a translucent crystal cup. I borrowed it from the Prince's Mansion. It's worth a lot. If it's broken, you will have to pay."

Chen An refuted his water cup statement and took out another plate.

“This dish is so smooth.”

Chen An arranged the plate, then placed a short candlestick in the middle of the plate and lit a small piece of candle.

"Get some water and ink."

Chen An went down to look for it, took Yang Zheng's water cup below, and took his inkstone.

Pour the ink into the water cup, Chen An said in surprise: "I forgot, I should pour it into the plate."

Yang Zheng felt that this storyteller must be targeting him.

He guessed right, Chen An just thought this guy looked too cunning, so he taught him a lesson.

The prepared ink was poured into the plate, just flooding the candlestick.

Chen An lit the candle, then picked up the crystal cup and said, "Come up."

The three students didn't know what he was going to do, so they came to the table.

Chen An picked up the crystal cup, then slowly put it down, covering the candle, then the candlestick, and finally the cup was ink...

What does this mean?

Is he going to bake this priceless crystal cup and fry it?

There are crystal cups these days, but this one in Chen An’s hands is rare, thin, transparent, and smooth…

If this thing is sold, it can make people get rich overnight.

But Chen An just asked Yao Lian to ask if there was any, but Zhao Yunrang brought the crystal cup heirloom from his ancestors, saying that there was one at home, so it would be better if it was smashed or smashed.

Lao Zhao is really good to his own people. He is so generous that he makes his back feel cold. Chen An is afraid that one day he will call out his granddaughter and then ask him to choose one to be his wife.

The three students looked at each other in confusion, and then...

"Hey! Why did the water move... is this a trick?"

"shut up!"

Chen An shouted, "Look carefully."

Madd! Nowadays, students are not worried!

Yang Zheng was frightened and stood there blankly.

"The candle is going to be extinguished."

Su Yan was watching this trick very attentively.

The candle slowly goes out.

"The water is coming! It is coming!"

The ink gradually poured up and went straight into the crystal cup, as if an invisible hand was driving all this.

"What's this?"

Water flows to the lower part. This is common sense that everyone knows, but today the ink water flows upwards and flows backwards into the cup...

The sky is blue and the sun is very good, but all three students feel cold all over.

Chen An said lightly: "I'm not afraid of witchcraft, what the hell is it?"

Only then did the three of them realize that Chen An had once fought with the wizards in public, and they made the wizards feel ashamed.

"Are you a ghost?"

Yang Zheng stepped back with guilt, glanced at the door, thinking about how he could escape.

"This is knowledge, not ghosts and gods!"

Yang Zheng shook his head and looked at Chen An with fear. "No, this is a method of ghosts and gods!"

Chen An lifted the cup, washed it with water, and asked, "Who will do it?"

Chen An regretted it. If he had known that it would have scared the students, he should have changed to a not-so-scary experiment.

The best way to eliminate fear and ignorance is to have someone repeat this experiment.

Yang Zheng shook his head. If it weren't for Chen Luo's figure outside the door, he would have run away immediately and stayed away from this gloomy classroom.

Xu Bin also felt something was wrong, so he forced himself to smile and said, "Storytelling, students are stupid... I'm afraid they can't do it."

Su Yan said happily: "Students are willing to do it."

This guy is a stick!

Chen An found sadly that the idiot was his best helper.

"Come on, I'll teach you."

Chen An was guiding the side, but fortunately the experiment was very simple, so Su Yan covered the cup with a look at the cat and drew the tiger.

Then the candles went out, and then... the ink poured up again...

All three students were shocked.

"Storytelling, are you an immortal master?"

"Are you a Taoist Taoist?"

“…”

This world is still ignorant, and I have a long way to go!

Facing the three students who admired themselves, Chen An sighed and said, "This is knowledge, which is different from the knowledge you know, but it is knowledge that can transform you..."

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Chapter completed!