When Mo Chengjun left, it was Elder Li who led the way. However, after walking out of Xuanyuan Pavilion and stepping through the gate, Elder Li stopped.
He looked at Mo Chengjun and said: "Oh, look at my memory, I still have a lot of things to do.
Brother Mo, you'd better go back by yourself. You know the way you came, so I don't need to say more. "
Mo Chengjun's eyes narrowed slightly and he said with a smile: "It seems that Elder Li knows everything?"
Elder Li's face was slightly sarcastic: "I have indeed heard that Brother Mo is extremely talented, but it's a pity that he is a bit older, so he will only be admitted to an outside school at most.
And I, Tian Wei, the elder of the outer sect, will definitely take care of you during the task assignment, don't worry, don't worry! "
Mo Chengjun just felt sick.
This person really uses it when it's useful and suppresses it when it's not. He's clingy to the core and doesn't hide it at all.
However, Mo Chengjun did not get used to him, but said with a smile: "Elder Li doesn't need to worry about this. According to Fairy Ruoli's arrangement, I will still stay in Yunjian City for a while, waiting for her teacher. We’ll talk about it later when the Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Zhenjun comes back.
I am a bit older, but my qualifications are there after all. Could you please help me, Lord Shen, to see if there might be a turn for the better? "
As he said that, Mo Chengjun looked at Elder Li and smiled brightly: "Until then, Elder Li, how about we get closer and closer?"
Elder Li's smile froze, but he still did not doubt Mo Chengjun's words, or in other words, he did not think that Mo Chengjun dared to pull the tiger skin of the Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu.
His smile froze for a long time, and he suddenly looked back, patted his head, and said: "Look at my memory, Brother Mo, Brother Mo, my matter has been resolved. How about I accompany you to go shopping in Fangshi?" The night view of Fangshi is also quite interesting.”
This person is really the most kind-hearted person, and what he said is unambiguous.
Mo Chengjun did not refuse, but said: "It's just boring to go shopping, why not buy some things? I've been interested in some books, but I've been greedy for a long time, but I'm short of money, so I really don't dare to buy them."
"No matter the small things, no matter the small things, we have brothers in everything, we all have brothers!"
"Okay, let's go now."
"Come on, please come this way!"
Well, in Mo Chengjun's view, Elder Li is a real loser. He will fall in that direction when the wind blows. Face is really not important.
If you rely heavily on this kind of person, it is absolutely impossible, but if you can really hold him, it will be very useful.
That night, Mo Chengjun gave him a hard blow and bought several of his long-cherished books in a certain bookstore.
There are some records here of the ninth level of martial arts and various methods of tempering the body. Although they do not involve specific body-refining secrets, they are explained in each realm.
There is "Minutes of Immortal Cultivation" here. Although there is no method, it is a far-sighted explanation of the passes on the path to immortality, the six realms of ascending to immortality, and various secrets.
There is also a geographical map here. Important local legends are recorded in the land of Kyushu, as well as the demon kingdom and demon realm outside Kyushu.
There are also hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals here, including medicinal materials and spiritual objects, historical events, alchemy and weapon refining, and records of spells.
If the "Basics of Immortal Cultivation" is just an enlightenment book, then these books are professional books in various fields.
Although there are not many details and no specific method, it is what Mo Chengjun needs most and is the basis for him to understand the world from a high position.
The books were actually not expensive, but the eight books put together cost hundreds of spirit stones, not only because of Elder Li's reputation.
Mo Chengjun could see that the old guy's hands were trembling when he took out the money, and his face was very ugly, but he still had to squeeze out a smile, which would make it even worse.
Maybe it wasn't a lot of money, but he was really distressed.
Mo Chengjun also knew that the feud between them was forged, and if he couldn't get up in the future, the old man would take revenge.
But that was all for the future, and now, he was only happy to get these books.
Tea Tree Street, in the courtyard, Mo Chengjun looked through the thick books and felt very satisfied, but also had a headache.
Especially when he looked at those professional terms, he knew that his study of spiritual seal script and seal characters must not only continue, but also be strengthened.
…
The alley where Mo Chengjun is located is called Tea Tree Alley. As the name suggests, tea trees are planted in every household. Whenever winter turns to spring and everything revives, there is always the fragrance of tea flying for miles.
The first house at the entrance of the alley is a private school. There is an old gentleman in the private school who calls himself Fusheng Jushi. Of course, everyone likes to call him Old Master when they meet each other.
When Mo Chengjun first came to settle in Tea Tree Lane, he set his sights on this old master. He chatted with people and made inquiries, and gradually found out the basic situation of this old master.
The name of the old master is no longer known. He probably came to Yunjian City after being defeated many years ago. He came to Yunjian City out of frustration and opened a private school to teach naughty children to enlighten them.
As for the exact number of years this private school has been in operation, there is no accurate estimate.
Just looking back, it seems that those who are grandfathers in their fifties and sixties have to respectfully call him master when they see him.
If you really want to count, it must be at least fifty or sixty years old, and the old man has also gone from the high-spirited young man at the beginning to the old man now.
The old man had no wife or children, and was alone. Only this private school had a great reputation.
Many dignitaries wanted to ask him to enlighten their family disciples, but he never agreed. If they wanted to learn, he could only come to a private school.
The students he recruited could come from poor families and only needed to pay a dou of rice per month to attend classes.
Or if you are a wealthy family, you have to collect fifty gold pieces every month without any counter-offer.
When a wealthy businessman heard this, he was extremely angry and approached the old master for reasoning.
The old master said: "For those who are poor, a bucket of rice is just the hard work of one person for several days, and it is already a waste of everything.
And for a wealthy family, fifty gold is only a drop in the bucket.
How important is it?
How light? "
As soon as this statement came out, the old master's reputation became even greater. Although he was an unruly man, there was still an endless stream of children from wealthy families who came to seek enlightenment and education.
As for this old master, he seems to be very old, but there is no doubt that he is extremely accomplished in Mongolian studies.
No matter how naughty and dull a Mengtong is, he stays in the private school for a few days and behaves honestly.
Maybe the more capable a person is, the bigger his temper will be. The old man's temper is extremely weird, and as he gets older, he likes to quarrel with others more and more, and can irritate people to the point of losing their temper in just one or two sentences.
Over time, everyone kept a distance from him, but there is no doubt that the old master was very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Many virtuous and virtuous scholars came to ask for advice. As long as they could endure his ridicule and ridicule, they would always come back with a fruitful outcome.
And this is what Mo Chengjun values most!
Mo Chengjun brought Shu Xiu to the private school at noon the next day.
He saw that in the private school, there were many Mengtong boys shaking their heads with their hands behind their backs. The sound of reading seemed to dispel the scorching heat at noon.
Under the big tree outside the private school, there is an old man sleeping soundly on a recliner. Accompanied by the sound of Lang Lang reading, it is the best time to sleep.
Mo Chengjun stood by the tree, neither disturbing nor leaving. He just stood quietly, tilting his head slightly, listening to Lang Lang's reading, with a contented expression.
After half an hour, the sound of reading gradually stopped, and the old master on the recliner slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes full of vicissitudes of time looked at Mo Chengjun who was so close, and they were not surprised at all.
He just asked: "Why are you here?"
Mo Chengjun clasped his fists in salute and said, "I'm here to study!"
The old master sighed: "Are you older?"
This is the first question.
Mo Chengjun replied: "Life is limited, but scholars are endless. I am willing to search high and low to understand the wonders of Tao and Dharma, and work tirelessly day and night to learn the way to growth."
The old master's expression was slightly restrained, his eyes were stunned for a moment, he chewed carefully, and suddenly laughed: "However, people in the world are ignorant and talk too much. As an adult, you are sitting here studying between a child and an adult. How can you accept other people's gossip?"
This is already the second question!
Mo Chengjun didn't care: "What do other people's gossip have to do with me?"
The old master looked at Mo Chengjun, nodded slightly, and said, "You can come here to study tomorrow."
Mo Chengjun put Shu Xiu down, spoke respectfully, and called: "Teacher!"
The old master said: "Good!"
…
From this day on, the private school on Tea Tree Street had a strange scenery.
There was an adult sitting among a group of small Meng children. He was attending class like Meng children, practicing calligraphy, listening to lectures, and reading with his head bobbed.
You should know that the population flow in Chashu Street is not large. When Mo Chengjun appeared as a neighbor, everyone was curious about his origins.
Originally, everyone thought that this was a big shot. There were many big shots in Yunjian City, but there were only a few who could be personally arranged by the elders of the outer sect of the Galaxy Sword Sect.
But for such a person to be mixed up among a group of Meng children, learning the most basic spiritual script and seal script, it was really shocking.
Of course, as Mo Chengjun said himself, the shock and suspicion of outsiders had nothing to do with him. He was just studying contentedly and working hard to absorb all kinds of knowledge.
This was no longer Sifang City, and he finally stopped being secretive when learning Lingwen and Seal Script.
It is also close enough to the world of cultivation, so he can study and work hard to understand the world at the same time.
And he is not an ordinary Mengtong after all.
He has enough self-control and concentration, he also has mature learning methods, and has the foundation to learn secretly in Sifang City.
In one month, just one month, he completed the basic learning of Lingwen and Seal Script rotors. This speed surprised even the old master.
And after a month of hard work, the old master finally saw his seriousness and hard work.
After that, he began to select books, develop courses, and impart more in-depth knowledge to Mo Chengjun alone.
If enlightenment is like primary school, then what the Old Master arranges is junior high school knowledge, which is no longer the same.
As for Mo Chengjun, while studying, he finally opened the cultivation books he purchased.
It's not that he hasn't studied it before, but there are too many professional terms in it, and his knowledge is too narrow, so he can't read it at all.
But now, although it is still difficult, he also has someone to ask for advice, and the old master is the best mentor.
The old master does have a weird temper. When he doesn't want to pay attention to you, even if the king of heaven comes, he won't give you a good look.
But the old master's knowledge reserve and extensive knowledge really exceeded Mo Chengjun's expectations.
Faced with his questions, even if it was about cultivating immortals, the old master could almost give an answer. Even if he didn't want to answer directly, he would point out which book had the record.
At some point, Mo Chengjun was suspicious, suspecting that this old man was also an immortal cultivator.
Because his knowledge is too broad, beyond the limits of what a mortal should have.
Mortals, after all, are mortals. No matter how knowledgeable they are, they cannot understand anything about spiritual practice.
But that's not the case with Old Master. He can really solve almost all of Mo Chengjun's problems, even those involving spiritual practice.
In this case, it was because of Mo Chengjun's lack of knowledge that he could not ask any valuable questions.
Of course, every doubt Mo Chengjun had did not last long before he denied it.
Because the old master is really too old, so skinny that he can be blown away by a gust of wind, which is completely different from a practitioner.
However, Mo Chengjun did not dwell too much. He had no intention of inquiring into the old master's past, but was immersed in his own study.
Astronomy, geography, history, spiritual practice, martial arts, dynasties, political situation, humanities, etc...
He absorbed it almost without fear, and absorbed it quickly like a sponge.
It wasn't until another three months later that when he looked back, the world already had a rough outline in his mind.
