Yu Qishu turned her head and didn't say a word to him again.
On this day, Meng Xueli didn't see the new talented junior brother, but he already knew that the other party's name was Xiao Tingyun.
If it wasn't for the other party who diverted everyone's attention, the person who was talked about all day today must have been Taoist Ji Xiao who came to teach the basics.
The origins of the disciples of Lunfa Hall are different. Some come from a family of cultivators, such as Yu Qishu, who has a long title. Some come from the countryside, have never attended a private school, and do not know big characters.
The six school buildings in the pine forest were lined up, Meng Xueli was in the first room, and the junior brother Xiao was assigned to the Ding room.
"I guess he will come to us soon," said the Jiashe student.
Meng Xueli was a novel experience in class. He followed a group of teenagers to read and write, listened to the elders who taught him to interpret the Taoist scriptures, and even got up to answer questions.
After the schoolwork is over, it is time to answer the questions. This is the time when everyone is most looking forward to and most afraid.
The teaching elder leaned on the rattan chair and raised his eyes lightly: "Ask!"
After the school was silent for a while, someone stood up and saluted: "Sir, when the disciple meditated, he felt like he was flying in the sky, over the cold mountains, and over the South China Sea. Am I enlightened?"
The elder scolded: "Stupid, you have entered the obstacle! The illusion is confusing, wake up quickly!"
The disciple sat down in shame, and someone else got up and asked, "Sir, every time I meditate, I don't spend more than a quarter of an hour in meditation, but it feels very long and tormented. How can I meditate all night like others?"
The elder scolded: "If your mind is not calm, you will have distracted thoughts! Copy the "Thinking Sutra" twenty times tonight!"
The disciples promised again and again.
Many questions like this, about how to perceive the floating spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and how to prolong the time of meditation and meditation, are the most headaches for all disciples of Jiaji Xueshe at present.
The beginning of everything is difficult, and so is practice. From the introduction of Qi into the body to the first level of Qi refining, one can only continue to explore and try.
"Disciple dares to ask, sir, what does it feel like after the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is filled in the body, and it turns into oneself to condense true essence?"
The elder hesitated. Seventy years later, he had long forgotten that subtle feeling.
"Anything else to ask today?"
Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.
"It seems that there is no more." The teaching elder turned his gaze to Meng Xueli with a kind expression: "Elder Meng, are you willing to answer the last question?"
Meng Xueli replied, "Okay sir."
The elder nodded in satisfaction. Meng Xueli introduced Qi into his body three years ago, and now that his Qi refining has been completed, he was able to talk to these disciples about his feelings.
Meng Xueli said: "The feeling of aura filling the body, like white mist floating in the mountains and forests in the morning. The sun rises, and the mist turns into dew on the grass, just like aura transforms into condensed essence."
The elder thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "It's just right."
After saying that, he paced out of the school: "Class is over."
No one left in the school, and the person who asked the question asked anxiously, "Aura is like a mist floating in the air, and true essence is like a tangible water?"
Meng Xueli: "It's almost the same. The true essence circulates in the meridians, as if the flow of water scours the river."
The disciples were thoughtful.
Meng Xueli added: "Getting out of the state of meditation is like you are about to wake up from a dream, and you have vaguely sensed the outside world, but tell yourself that it is still dark, and you need to sleep more."
The disciple who was punished for copying the Taoist scriptures twenty times just now said happily: "So that's how it is, I'll go back and try it tonight!"
When the disciples saw his gentle attitude, they were afraid of the elder's strictness, and they asked him some questions they dared not ask.
Meng Xueli knew everything.
The brocade-clothed youth Yu Qi was hesitant to speak, and seemed to have something to ask, but in the end she just left silently.
The next morning, Meng Xueli walked into the green pine forest alone and went to Lunfa Hall.
I saw a young man in brocade clothes standing next to the white stone path. I don't know how long he stood there, his gorgeous robe was wet with the cold mist, and his expression was sullen.
It was Yu Qishu.
Meng Xueli smiled: "Are you waiting for me?"
Yu Qishu nodded. It seemed that he was entangled in something important, so he didn't speak for a long time. He just walked forward with Meng Xueli in silence.
The Lunfa Hall was approaching, and the black eaves loomed behind the pine branches. He finally said, "You are different from what I imagined."
Meng Xueli took out a small bag of pine nuts and listened while eating, "Why is it different?"
"You have a bad reputation in the cultivation world outside of Hanshan. They all say you..." In front of Meng Xueli, he couldn't say anything. "Anyway, they say you are not good."
Although he had never said it before, he deeply believed it.
Meng Xueli: "Poor taste, arrogant and arrogant, serving people with color, not worthy of morality?"
"There are even worse ones."
"Ok, I know."
Yu Qishu felt incredible: "Aren't you angry?"
"What are you mad about? I live in Changchun Peak, so I don't have to work for food and drink." Meng Xueli said indifferently, "I've already received huge benefits, so I can't let others say a few words?"
Yu Qishu thought to herself, is it possible that when you wake up every day, just thinking of 'my Taoist companion is Ji Xiao', can you forget all your troubles
But in exchange for being secretly scorned and reviled by thousands of people, he must not be so free and easy.
Meng Xueli opened his palms: "Do you want to eat pine nuts?"
He's not used to eating by himself, but letting others watch it. Every time the little boy came to report to him, he would ask a question.
But in the eyes of young Yu Qishu, this is a signal that the other party has taken the initiative to show affection and request to make friends.
The brocade-clothed boy was silent, his expression changed complicatedly, and finally said solemnly: "Eat!"
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Meng Xueli's reputation for answering questions spread, and gradually the disciples of the school next door came to ask him for advice.
From a waste elder, he transformed himself into an excellent student.
"Elder Meng, I brought you candied fruit." "Elder Meng, I asked someone to buy crab and cucumber seeds from the market at the foot of the mountain!"
In order to express their gratitude, the younger brothers often gave him some snacks, which were packed in small bags and oil paper bags.
Meng Xueli's school life is interesting.
Sitting in the school, he thought, practitioners have different pursuits at each stage.
For the first time in Xianmen, he is eager to improve his strength and learn one or two life-saving skills so that he will not be bullied by others. When the age grows, the cultivation realm reaches the bottleneck stage, and seeing that there is no hope of breaking through, I want to train disciples and younger generations, and pass on the mantle.
If you are fortunate enough to become a strong person, you can support the clan and sect, shelter one party, and benefit thousands of people.
If you are like Ji Xiao, you rarely meet an opponent, and there is only one thing left to pursue in your life - soaring.
The same is true for the cultivation of the demon clan, from the beginning of spiritual wisdom to the cultivation of demon pills. Then defeat other powerful monsters and become the king of a certain mountain and a certain river.
Meng Xueli used to seek to unify the demon world and be the only demon king. Now that you are reincarnated as a human, you have to start with the most basic exercises. No wonder Que Xianming laughed at him, the more he lived, the more he went back.
Meng Xueli had an idea that if Ji Xiao practiced all over again, he would set a new record. Because vision, state of mind, and perception of the Dao will not disappear.
There was only one thing in the Dharma Hall that made him a little uncomfortable.
"As expected of the innate sword body, just like the real genius of Ji Xiao's enlightenment..."
Whenever that Junior Brother Xiao is praised by an elder, it must be spread all over the Law Hall, and people's discussions must be "similar to Ji Xiao".
Meng Xueli didn't like listening very much.
It seems that Ji Xiao has become the past tense, and everyone can be as famous as him in the future.
Yu Qishu's reaction was more intense.
With the purpose of "protecting the reputation of Jixiao, and opposing the comparison between Junior Brother Xiao and Jianzun", he established the Yongji Party and named himself the leader of the party.
Meng Xueli secretly laughed that this was too stupid, like a little thief who just came out of the arena, calling himself Black and White Shuangsha, a combination of so-and-so.
He hurriedly shook his head, but Yu Qishu was wrong: "Okay, okay, the party leader will be yours!"
Coincidentally, a group of disciples walked in laughing, passing by their desk, one of them said happily:
"Elder Meng, do you know that Junior Brother Xiao has already drawn qi into his body, and will come to our first house tomorrow!"
"Such a powerful cultivation speed is actually the same as that of the real person Ji Xiao..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Xueli turned to Yu Qishu: "I will!"
So the 'Support Ji Party' developed secretly, with only two members - Yu Qishu, who habitually pouted, and Meng Xueli, who seemed to be well-behaved and gentle.
There is only one thing in the party's activities, that is, when someone mentions Junior Brother Xiao, the two look at each other and reveal a strange smile that is unknowingly.
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