Three days had passed since Zhang Changkong was illiterate. He felt that it would be good to grow up slowly by eating and drinking like this. He was not familiar with the place he was born in. He couldn't carry it on his shoulders, couldn't carry it with his hands, and couldn't even understand the words. He was simply a comparison. He was a mute and miserable little orphan. He felt that he would be cold if he left here. He didn't think that there were any welfare institutions like kindergartens here in an environment similar to ancient times.
In the past three days, eight more children have joined their team. Zhang Changkong counted them when he was bored. There were forty-six people in this group of children plus himself.
On this day, the middle-aged man was saying those words above day after day, while Zhang Changkong closed his eyes and meditated below as usual, calculating how much time was left for dinner.
There is no way, he is a child now. Apart from eating and growing up, he has no time to even think about his ideal future.
"Well, what's going on?"
Zhang Changkong glanced at the team and saw that it wasn't lunch time yet, so why were they starting to move around?
I didn't have time to think about it carefully. As a "Mr. Dongguo", Zhang Changkong always followed the large troops. When they went east, he never went west.
"Well, after these days of education, you should know the greatness of our sect. You are lucky to be here." The middle-aged man took them to a classroom-like house. There were actually Seats.
"Oh, are we finally going to have a serious class? I don't know whether to teach foreign languages. If I don't teach them, I will be cheating my father." Zhang Changkong sat down and thought wildly, "Even if I teach, will I be able to learn this foreign language? I spent four consecutive years in college. I haven’t passed CET-4, oh, it’s troublesome.”
"Okay, you come from various places, and the words you speak are a little different from what we say here. At the same time, most of you don't know any big characters. If you want to live in the sect in the future, you must master the words that will be taught to you, otherwise you will From now on, you won’t be able to understand the secret cultivation books if they are placed in front of you.” The middle-aged man sat on the podium and said, “Now, take out the books on your table...”
Zhang Changkong took out a book with garbled characters written on the cover. When he opened it, he found that, as expected, it was still garbled characters.
Zhang Changkong was silent. When he started learning English, there was an English-Chinese translator. Who would translate for him now? He can't even understand what he's saying, so how can he learn?
After waiting for a while, other "primary school students" took their textbooks and read aloud. The middle-aged people said one sentence, and the "primary school students" read one sentence. Zhang Changkong quickly adjusted his posture, and "Mr. Dongguo" came online to read aloud silently.
During Zhang Changkong's performance, the middle-aged man Shi Yuan stood behind him on the left side of Zhang Changkong with an expressionless face.
This was the first time Ishihara took on this teaching task. He originally thought it would not be difficult. It would take him two or three years to complete the task and he would receive a fairly generous amount of resources.
Unexpectedly, some kid could read it wrong after him. Forget it if he read it wrong. The kid in front of him was even more outrageous. His mouth was moving but he didn't make any sound. He didn't think he could get away with it. He really thought he was an intermediate warlock. Is your cultivation level empty?
As soon as the sound stopped, Zhang Changkong withdrew his attention from the tall kid in front of him. He had no choice but to look at others and he wouldn't know when to turn the book. When it came to acting, he considered himself a professional.
Just when Zhang Changkong was feeling a little proud.
"Tuk-tuk!"
Zhang Changkong took a look and saw that the middle-aged man had come to him at some point. He was tapping his desk with a book.
"What's your name? Why didn't you say anything just now?" Ishihara's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it carried a kind of majesty.
Zhang Changkong looked at his gibbering and thought about whether he had been noticed when he was reading silently just now. Alas, habits can hurt people. When I was studying, I read silently every morning, but I accidentally started reading silently out of habit.
"Why don't you speak?"
Zhang Changkong pondered, he didn't understand, but he thought he should say something now, otherwise he might be punished and beaten next.
"#%"~", Zhang Changkong said loudly.
"What are you talking about? Where does your language come from? Why haven't I heard it?" Ishihara was surprised. Could it be that the sect kidnapped this from some remote place?
Forget it, there are always some new people in the batch every ten years who come from remote places and speak all kinds of strange dialects. Well, some of them are almost like savages. If you can’t understand them now, then you don’t understand them. In two or three years, even if It's a pig, and it almost knows how to read.
"Okay, you..." Ishihara was about to say something, but suddenly thought, this kid might not even understand what he said, so why was he wasting his time?
So Ishihara left without saying a word.
Zhang Changkong looked at it and was secretly proud. What did he just say? It was just a gibbering nonsense that only God could understand. Anyway, he himself didn’t know what he was talking about.
Time passed as Zhang Changkong grew up slowly, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
"Today, you have learned the basic knowledge. Tomorrow, someone will come to take you to learn the method of cultivating immortals. From now on, you will officially become a member of the cultivators of immortals..."
Three years have passed, and middle-aged people are still middle-aged. Of course, Zhang Changkong has already learned the writing here and can communicate with everyone fluently.
During these three years, Zhang Changkong also knew his basic situation.
He was originally a mortal living under the influence of another sect, and was abducted by the current sect. Some of the fifty-seven people were within the influence of this sect, and some were abducted like him. Well, Originally there were forty-six people, but in the past three years eleven more people have been added.
As for why it is necessary to go to other sects to kidnap people, it is because there are very few people in the world who have the qualifications to cultivate immortals. It is not enough to describe it as "one in ten thousand". Often, there are only one or two people among hundreds of thousands or millions of people. There are tens of millions of mortals within the Xiangshan Sect's sphere of influence who are qualified to cultivate immortals. Every year, there are three or two qualified mortals who join at the least, and seven or eight at most. And the immortals are often accompanied by battles, not to mention the number of immortals every year. However, if you don't pay attention to replenishing new blood, who can defend a territory as big as the Shan Sect and so many resource points?
As for why you want to go to other sites to grab people?
This is all tradition, not only for demonic sects such as the Xiangshan Sect, but also for the Xiangshan Sect’s sphere of influence. Every year, many immortal cultivators are poached by other forces. The righteous ones usually use "fate" to snatch them away. People, don’t want to? That's because the fate is not enough. If you come a few more times or give more money, the fate will come. The demon sect usually just robs you directly.
This world is like this. Most of the sects of cultivating immortals are fighting for each other, slowly forming cliques. I don’t know when the division of good and evil appeared in the world of cultivating immortals. This is all caused by the struggle for interests. "Talents of cultivating immortals" "It is also a kind of resource, and it is a relatively important one. Naturally, you can grab it if you can."
Zhang Changkong was a little excited. Ever since he learned the language here and learned the information about cultivating immortals, he has been looking forward to it. He can finally cultivate to immortality tomorrow.
As for the relationship with the Demon Sect, he had long since looked away. As the saying goes, life can't be about one thing, just that. What else can he do? Three years later, he was only eleven, or twelve, or still a child. child.
