The young deacon looked at the crowd and hesitated: "Well, then I..."
Meng Xueli smiled understandingly: "I'm fine here, I've worked hard for you today."
The deacon repeatedly said that he did not dare: "If you don't remember the way, I will show you again tomorrow."
Meng Xueli said no trouble.
The deacon thought to himself, this Sword Master Dao Companion is clearly soft-tempered.
There was a lot of voices outside the window, and Meng Xueli sat alone in the empty school dormitory, opening his book of "Beginners". This was given to him by Ji Xiao three years ago.
The morning mist in the mountains gradually dissipated, and the soft rays of the morning sun spilled on the pages.
During the period before the opening of the secret realm of Hanhai, according to the plan of the real person in charge, Meng Xueli spent the first two months in the lecture hall during the day and went to the library to read books at night. When I caught up with Xiu Muri in Lunfa Hall, I went to Yanjianping to watch the inner disciples practice swords. In the next two months, practice urging magic tools and improve the speed of light-weight surgery, so as to facilitate escape in case of emergency.
Seeing Wei Zhenren, the sect master thought, that Meng Xueli's only complete Qi refining cultivation was most likely due to Ji Xiao's use of a panacea.
It is not surprising that Ji Xiao did this kind of thing. His fellow apprentice brother, the master of Tianhu Great Realm, is the best alchemist in the cultivation world.
And most of the disciples who participated in the Vast Sea Secret Realm this year have successfully broken through obstacles, and are two realms higher than Meng Xueli. Under such conditions, what do you learn if you don't learn to escape
The head's arrangement was exactly what Meng Xueli wanted. He found it interesting to read the scriptures.
When he was in the demon world, he had never read this kind of book. The bloodline talent of the demon clan is innate, and cultivation and fighting are instinctive. Human world monks are better at learning and absorbing the wisdom of their ancestors.
Meng Xueli was reincarnated as a human at the beginning, and he was not used to losing his powerful demon body. He felt a headache when he thought of learning the human race. Thanks to this Introductory Dao Sutra in his hand, there are no difficult or obscure words, and it is interesting to read, which makes him interested in practice.
"If I knew this earlier, I should have read it when I was a demon." Meng Xueli thought.
He is not ignorant of the human world, otherwise he would not recognize Ji Xiao outside the world. He also recognizes "Beginning of the Dao", which is a basic book that can be seen everywhere.
Meng Xueli didn't know that this book in his hand was unique.
The real person Nai Jixiao wrote it himself according to his situation, otherwise there are still pictures of birds, animals, and rare flowers in the Taoist scriptures
Still painting.
"Are you new here? You are not allowed to read small stories in the school, and the elders who teach you will curse."
Meng Xueli raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a strange young man sitting at the next table, apparently Kuang Guochen was reading, and just entered the door, staring straight at the scroll in his hand.
The young man has delicate features and the same style of Taoist robe as the disciples, but it is embroidered with silver dark lines, shining in the rays of the morning sun, and has a gorgeous feeling of brocade clothes and jade belts.
Meng Xueli closed the book.
The teenager saw the word 'first entry' and pouted, "This trick is too old-fashioned. I used to write "Tai Shang Induction" on the outer skin, and it was useless."
Meng Xueli was about to speak when there was a commotion outside the door.
After everyone joined in the fun, they swarmed into the school building again, discussing with high eyebrows, while setting the table and spreading out the pen and ink.
"He walked so fast that I couldn't see it clearly. Is it really good-looking!"
"I saw that the body of the innate sword spirit has two eyes and a nose? I haven't seen him have an extra mouth."
"Haha, there is a saying in Taoism that 'jealous people are not good', you are jealous!"
Although the Law Hall is located in Hanshan, it is between the world of mortals and the world of practice.
These teenage boys come from all over the world. Most of them have not yet set foot on the road, or have just drawn qi into the body, and it is the time when they have infinite longing and fantasies about the practice.
Someone suddenly said: "This talented junior brother, won't participate in this year's end-of-year exam!"
For a while, the noise of the school building became louder, and it was about to overturn the roof.
"Impossible. No matter how talented he is, there are only two months left. Can he inhale Qi into his body?"
"You haven't seen the innate sword body, how do you know you can't!"
"Then I'm done. I've been preparing for two years, and I plan to take the exam this year..." If you are compared by a new junior, it will be ugly.
The Hanshan Lunfa Hall tests its disciples every year, and elders who are willing to accept apprentices will attend the examination.
To be a teacher and teach the law of fate, to put it bluntly, it depends on luck. If you want to worship the master as a teacher, but catch up with the master and have not accepted apprentices for several years, you can only sigh and miss the fate.
The atmosphere in the school room was warm, and Meng Xueli sighed in his heart that it was good to be young. But at the table next to him, the boy who had been reading in the morning was different.
"Don't listen to them." The brocade-clothed boy curled his lips slightly and said to him in a low voice, "With this talented junior brother here, the peak masters of Hanshan's five peaks will definitely come to see this year's big exam, which is much stronger than in previous years when only one or two idle elders came. It's good for us, not bad."
Meng Xuelei has a complex color - the six peaks of Hanshan, our Changchun Peak is still there.
The brocade-clothed boy saw that his clothes were luxurious and his temperament was good. It was obvious that he was a 'common man', so he talked to him.
"I saw that junior brother, he is a weak and sick child. How can he be compared to the real person Jixiao?" The young man said with restraint and pride: "A hundred years ago, my great-grandfather discussed the Tao with Jianzun, and Jianzun stood. On the clouds, the beauty is unparalleled in the world..."
Meng Xueli thought to himself, you were not born a hundred years ago.
But hearing people compliment Ji Xiao was really pleasing to the ear, he couldn't help but nod his head again and again.
"Uh-huh."
The brocade-clothed boy received a positive response, giving birth to the feeling of 'heroes see the same thing', and the talk was even stronger.
"My family's ancestral home, and Jianzun Mobao Town Court. There are not many inscriptions in Jianzun's life. Even in this cold mountain, there is only one in the main hall of Chongbifeng."
"That's right." Meng Xueli thought to himself, that's right, neither did Changchun Peak.
When the young Tianya met his bosom friend, he clenched his hands neatly: "To tell the truth, the next one is the great-grandson of Lingxu Taoist, the grandson of Chongyuan Taoist, the son of the city owner of Bailu City, the future young owner of Bailu City, and Yu Qishu. Dare to ask Friend's name?"
Meng Xueli was at a loss: "Your name is Bai, what is Bai?"
"... Yu Qishu."
"Yu Dao is friendly, I'm Meng Xueli."
"It turned out to be Meng..." The young man lost his words for a moment, his expression strange.
At this moment, the noisy school building suddenly became silent.
An old man in a brown shirt appeared at the door with his hands behind his back.
All the disciples turned pale and hurriedly lowered their heads to read. The old man was tall and thin, his eyes were like electricity, he glanced around majestically, and walked towards Meng Xueli.
Meng Xueli thought that this should be the teaching elder.
The old man glanced at him condescendingly, got straight to the point, and said very rudely:
"Elder Meng, this old man knows that you have a valuable status. But since you have entered this school, you should follow the rules of the Dharma Hall like other disciples. Arrive in class on time, but not a minute late, and hand in your homework, without a single word. If you can't do it, you should go back to Changchun Peak as soon as possible, and ask the real master to choose another expert to teach you."
The students didn't dare to look up, they just perked up their ears.
Meng Xueli ignored the second half of the sentence and nodded, "Okay sir."
The elder was stunned, as if a little surprised, his expression softened a lot:
"As for trivial matters such as cleaning the school building, you can do it for you, Fengzhong Daotong, and you don't need to do it yourself."
Meng Xueli still nodded.
Satisfied, the elder walked back with a gust of wind, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat on the rattan chair against the wall.
He casually ordered a disciple: "Tell me the sutra I taught yesterday."
On the snow-white wall, there is a thick ink character that reads "Respect for the teacher and respect the Tao".
The brocade-clothed boy named Yu Qishu was still in a trance and whispered, "You are really the real Jixiao..."
"Daoist." Meng Xueli said.