He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 33 Scholar's Professional Level Improvement

Qin Chuan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then told the truth: "Sir, you may not know this, but I used to be a beggar, with no clothes to cover my body and no food to fill my stomach. It was only in the last few days that I found a job and changed my identity, which is why I had time to come here."

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

But when the old master heard this, it was like a thunderclap in his heart.

"A beggar?"

The old scholar's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, and he leaned forward, staring wide-eyed at Qin Chuan.

Although the young man was dressed in simple clothes, his eyes were clear and his speech was composed. There was not a trace of the beggar I remembered.

What's even more remarkable is that after only eavesdropping on classes for a few days, he was able to write such neat characters and answer questions that even young children would spend months learning.

The old master remained silent for a long time, his lips trembling slightly.

He lived most of his life and knew over a thousand scholars and students.

There are quite a few gifted individuals; some can memorize poems at a glance, some can compose poetry at seven, and some passed the imperial examination at fifteen...

Those children at least had renowned teachers to guide them, books to read, and mentorship from their elders and family members.

But this child before me, a beggar, had never attended school a single day and couldn't read a single word.

Some only have a few fragments of text leaking out of the window, yet they can achieve such a level of artistry.

To be honest, in his opinion, he was already a child prodigy.

"A prodigy!" the old scholar murmured to himself.

He picked up the homework Qin Chuan had handed in again and looked at it carefully once more.

After a long while, he put down the paper and looked at Qin Chuan deeply. His gaze contained amazement, a burning appreciation for talent, and an indescribable sadness. Such talent, yet reduced to begging on the streets—God was truly blind.

The old master looked at Qin Chuan and said, "You may sit down inside. From today onwards, you no longer need to squat outside the window."

Qin Chuan was taken aback, then bowed deeply: "Thank you, sir."

The old master nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan quickly followed. The two walked one after the other through the courtyard and entered the school.

The students inside the hall were sitting and talking in twos and threes. When they saw the old teacher enter, they quickly stood up and bowed.

The old master waved his hand, glanced around the room, walked straight to the front row, pointed to the second seat by the window and said, "You may sit here."

Qin Chuan followed his hand and looked at the spot, which was only a few steps away from the teacher's desk. He could see the writing on the blackboard with his eyes raised and hear the lecture with his ears turned. It was one of the best spots in the entire school.

All the students' eyes fell on Qin Chuan.

They are not blind.

They had already noticed Qin Chuan secretly studying outside the window every day for the past few days.

They've discussed it privately, with some saying he's just enthusiastic for a short time and will give up after a few days.

Some say that the teacher will eventually drive people away, after all, the school has its own rules, how can he allow people to listen in without collecting tuition fees?

But to everyone's surprise, not only was the boy not driven away today, but he also swaggered into the classroom and sat in the front row.

Looking at the way the Master led him in, his words clearly showed a degree of importance.

A slight commotion arose in the hall.

The old scholar stood before his desk, his gaze sweeping across the hall with a measured intensity.

The commotion immediately subsided, and the students who had been talking hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending to organize their books.

"Today's sermon commentary. Open the book to the seventh item."

The sound of pages turning could be heard in the hall.

Qin Chuan had no book in front of him, but he remained calm and listened attentively.

The old scholar glanced at him, picked up an old book from the table, walked to his desk, and gently placed it down: "Use this one for now. It has annotations I made in my younger days, the handwriting is messy, but you'll have to make do with it."

Qin Chuan looked down and saw that although the cover was somewhat wrinkled and worn, the inner pages were well-preserved, with densely packed small print interspersed between the original text.

Clearly, the original owner also cherished it greatly.

He held the book up with both hands and said solemnly, "Thank you, sir."

The old master said nothing more, turned back to his desk, cleared his throat, and began to teach.

......

A few quarters of an hour later,

The old master suggested that everyone take a short rest.

Upon seeing this, the students also left the school and ran outside.

The old master strolled over, stopped in front of Qin Chuan, and asked, "Is there anything you don't understand about what I've discussed today?"

What he is discussing today is not the ordinary knowledge of literacy and reading, but the commentary on the classics.

These are the items needed for the county's children's examination.

After all, the county-level preliminary examination was approaching, and several students in the school needed to take it.

He needs to explain it to prepare for the exam.

This is different from what I was taught before. Those things could perhaps be absorbed quickly by being quick-witted and able to apply what one has learned to other situations.

However, the meanings of the scriptures are layered and complex, and those without a solid foundation will find it confusing and confusing.

Even though the child in front of him was exceptionally gifted, the old teacher did not believe that he could understand everything.

Qin Chuan raised his head and replied, "Sir, there are indeed many parts that I didn't understand."

He was telling the truth. If the old master was talking about elementary school material a few days ago, then what he was talking about today was already related to junior high school.

Qin Chuan's current [Scholar] profession level is only level one, so it is indeed somewhat difficult for him to understand these things.

He also pointed out the parts he didn't understand.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the old scholar's eyes.

To speak up when you don't understand, and not to pretend to understand, is the first priority in scholarship.

The old master also explained it to Qin Chuan in a serious and detailed manner.

A moment later,

A familiar voice echoed in Qin Chuan's mind.

[Follow instructions, professional experience +8]

[Experience capped; Scholar class level increased]

Occupation: Scholar

[Level: lv1→lv2(0/200)]

[Professional Skill: Literacy]

After his professional level was upgraded, Qin Chuan's most direct feeling was that it was as if a layer of fog had been wiped away from his mind.

The old master might have needed to explain something two or three times before he could barely understand it.

Now, he only needs to say it once to find the way.

It's a wonderful feeling, like someone who used to stumble and fall while walking suddenly finding their footing much more stable.

The old master, completely unaware of the changes occurring within the boy, kept his head bowed and pointed to a line of annotation in the book, saying, "...Therefore, this word 'respect' is not merely about being respectful to superiors, but also about a way of conducting oneself. Remember this."

Qin Chuan nodded, his pen still moving, but suddenly asked, "Sir, is there any connection between this and the character 'sincerity' we discussed earlier?"

The old scholar was taken aback. He had only mentioned it casually and hadn't intentionally brought up the connection, but he hadn't expected the child to figure it out on his own.

He looked up at Qin Chuan and found that the other man's eyes were clear and bright, indicating that he was genuinely thinking rather than asking random questions.

"They are interconnected, naturally interconnected." The old master sincerely praised, "A good question. Respect is self-discipline, sincerity is intention; the two are complementary..."

He continued speaking following Qin Chuan's questions, and the more he spoke, the smoother it became. He had already forgotten that he was giving extra lessons to a child who had only secretly studied for a few days.

The subsequent teaching and learning proceeded as naturally as flowing water. Wherever Qin Chuan asked a question, the old master would explain it; wherever the old master explained it, Qin Chuan would follow, and he followed quickly and steadily.

Previously, Qin Chuan could grasp the key points of things after hearing them only once, and occasionally he could even draw inferences from them and ask a few questions that would impress the old master.

The old scholar was secretly amazed. He had lived most of his life and had seen many clever children, but one like this, who understood better and learned faster the more he was told, was truly rare.

I was struggling a bit just now, but now it's like I've suddenly had a breakthrough, and I feel completely different.

The two continued their question-and-answer, teaching-and-learning exchange for almost half an hour without realizing it.

The students in the hall had already returned from their nap one after another, sitting back in twos and threes, some flipping through books, others chatting quietly.

The old master was completely unaware, still leaning over Qin Chuan's table, pointing to the annotations on the pages of the book and talking intently.

It wasn't until a student sitting next to him couldn't help but cautiously remind him, "Master...Master, half an hour has passed since your nap. It's time to continue the lesson."

The old scholar was taken aback and looked up.

He then realized that the hall was already full of people, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him.