Start From Cultivation University

As soon as Yan Ruyu appeared, the students who were enthusiastic just now seemed to have been poured cold water on their heads, and instantly returned to the zombie-like state in the classroom.

"It turns out that you students have such a heart to study." Yan Ruyu glanced at their faces one by one, and finally looked at Wei Ze and said, "Fellow Daoist, what makes them so eager?"

"This..." Wei Ze scratched his head, "I just took a class normally..."

"Really?" Yan Ruyu looked at the trembling students, "It's also a class, why do you only ask fellow Daoist Wei Ze and not the old man?"

Why are you adding drama to yourself... Wei Ze thought for a while, and smiled with high EQ: "As a literary sage, your morals are naturally higher than mine. Students understand clearly, so naturally no one doubts it."

"Oh?" Yan Ruyu stroked her drooping beard, "Since that's the case, seeing how hardworking fellow Daoist Wei Ze is, I will also ask for advice. In the future, if I have any doubts, I can answer them."

That's right, this Yan Ruyu is in charge of the Houde Book Pavilion, and it's easy to read the books in it, and she can indeed solve some basic problems for herself.

"Then we'll have a break from fellow daoists." Wei Ze bowed slightly in the crowd, completely oblivious to the despairing eyes of the students next to him.

Fortunately, Yan Ruyu couldn't stay outside for a long time, so she returned to Shuge immediately. As soon as the front foot left, the students on the back foot surrounded him, more eager than when they asked the question just now.

"Please, Teacher Wei, it's up to you to tell the story!"

"We just want to hear from you!"

"Teacher Wei, we promise to ask one by one in the future, don't change people!"

Wei Ze was overwhelmed with question marks by their reaction: "Why, isn't your Wen Dao class not good?"

This is Wen Sheng...

"We are here to cultivate immortals, not to memorize ancient prose!" The burly boy named Song Xudong blurted out, "This literary class can't help you practice, nor can you learn skills. If you have that skill, why don't you listen more?" Teacher Wei, teaching two verses of spells is no better than learning these useless things..."

He didn't say anything after that. Because Wei Ze's expression suddenly became very subtle, and the invisible aura directly made him choke his words in his throat.

As a Chinese teacher, he was often asked such questions in the past: What is the use of learning this stuff? You can't find a job, and you can't do experiments. It's better to learn some technology.

This is similar to Wen Dao.

"Maybe so." Wei Ze said lightly, "but for cultivators, 'useless' things are often of great use. Wen Dao may not be able to make you ascend to immortality, but he can make you immortal in the future. There was a moment of inspiration, and that was enough."

That's what he said, but thinking about Yan Ruyu's talkativeness, he couldn't continue to stand and talk without back pain, so he stopped there and continued to speak.

"However, I have also learned about these situations. As your instructor, I will report this matter."

...

After the evening self-study was over, Wei Ze settled down the students, and then came to the empty inner room of the manager of the bookstore.

Yan Ruyu, who had regained the appearance of a high-cold male god, was sitting in front of the desk, facing him, with a puzzled expression.

"You mean, the old man's way of teaching is wrong?" Wen Sheng seems to have received such an evaluation for the first time, "This is the way of Confucius and Mencius that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the Confucianism with the root of the Central Plains. How can something go wrong?"

"No, no, the content of what you said is okay, but the way you said it is not right." Wei Ze said, "Now we don't advocate one-way indoctrination. The teaching emphasizes the leadership of the teacher and the subjectivity of the students, and at the same time requires mastery of knowledge and development. Ability to unify…”

He recounted the basics of pedagogy he had learned, and seeing Yan Ruyu's bewildered expression, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

That's right, teachers in ancient times didn't need to take the teacher qualification certificate...

"All in all, if you want to have a good class,

You can’t just do lectures, you have to start with the needs of the students, this is the basis of teaching Maslow’s need hierarchy theory mentioned..."

He had no choice but to start the class on the spot, and explained the basic theories of modern education to this literati, from structuralism to Dodson's law, which made him feel tired for a while.

Teaching students a day of lectures and answering questions for a day has already made him almost dehydrated, but in the end, the teacher... this literary sage also has to teach by himself?

Obviously recruiting a teacher to come in is to share the burden for me, so why do I have to hold hands?

And this literati is not as simple as an entry-level student. Although she was indeed listening to him, she frowned as she listened.

"You said that as a teacher, you have to be student-centered? This old man is teaching literature to these younger generations, but you have to follow their wishes? How decent is this!" Yan Ruyu shook her head, "Wen Dao cultivates the heart, and you have to endure loneliness No, how can you become a great way if you have fun?"

"That's what I said, but since we have this condition now, there is no need for students to suffer for the sake of suffering." Wei Ze said, "You have also seen it just now, as long as the students are taught what they really want to learn, their pursuit of knowledge Desires will definitely be multiplied, and we still have to consider from their standpoint.”

"Fellow Daoist Wei Ze, I have also been a teacher for many years. The merits of a teacher are not something that can be judged by others." Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows, "In ancient times, when students from poor families studied, they had to borrow from the bookstore and take notes by hand, traveling hundreds of miles away To learn from the teacher. Now in this university, the teacher stays at the bed in person, so what is the reason why you can’t learn it? Do you still need to be a teacher to please the students?”

"No, what you and I are talking about is not the same thing..." Wei Ze raised his forehead, "Aren't you teaching now to inspire the culture and continue Kunlun? In this case, teaching them is the most important thing."

"The old man asked the students to ask questions after class, but no one questioned them. Isn't this the state of learning?"

"..." Wei Ze was speechless, and could only sigh, "Forget it, success or failure depends on the hero. There will be a midterm exam in a few days, and we will see the outcome."

Although this is somewhat irresponsible to the students, but now the only one who can teach literature and Taoism is this big cow. Regardless of whether the other party feels good about himself or what, let the results speak for themselves.

"Examination?" Yan Ruyu became energetic again when she heard this, "Fellow Daoist, don't think that the old man who cultivates immortals will not touch the mortal world. In my Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination was very popular. Every year, officials from the Ministry of Rites came to find the old man to be the examiner." .This time, the old man will also write the questions himself!"

Since the first half of the semester was all theoretical classes, the exam naturally couldn't play any tricks, and it was still the same as the normal mode.

It seems that he hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem, so it's useless to say more at this time...

Wei Ze silently took out a stack of test papers, distributed one stack to Yan Ruyu, and kept the other stack for himself, and began to write out the exam questions for the spell class and elixir class that he was in charge of.

While the lecturers were busy preparing questions, another movement was happening in the student dormitory.