The bell rang, another lesson needed to be learned, and Yang Feng began to teach the children how to write what they had just learned.
Today's content has been taught, ten sentences a day, no more, no less, but it is also fulfilling and full for young Taoist boys...
After lunch, in the afternoon, it was still time to explain and practice the "Qi Entrainment Technique".
Three consecutive days passed quickly. In the morning, the content of Yang Feng's lecture was still the same, still the content of two books, but in the afternoon, it was replaced by lectures on meridians and acupuncture points.
At the same time, in addition to a copy of "Commentary on Meridians and Acupoints", each Taoist boy also received a full-body diagram of the meridians and acupoints of the human body hanging in his residence.
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Spring passes and autumn comes, time flies slowly, and half a year passes in the blink of an eye.
Today's morning glow shows a moving beauty in the distance. Several Taoist boys at the cliff of the back mountain slowly performed their exercises against the golden morning glow.
The feet are slightly parallel to the shoulders, and the hands are grasped forward to grasp the aura between heaven and earth. When the soles of the feet are full and the breath is full, a "唔..." sound comes out, and a visible white line comes from the mouth. Spitting out, exhaling and inhaling, inhaling and exhaling, it actually has some appearance.
After teaching everyone how to practice the "Qi Entrainment Technique", the teaching brother Yang Feng never appeared on the cliff of the back mountain again, leaving everyone here to practice on their own every day.
After a while, the bells of "dang...dang...dang..." came from the Taotong courtyard behind me.
The Taoist boys who heard the sound slowly stopped their practice, ended their morning practice, turned around and walked into the courtyard together.
After breakfast, we gathered in the classroom. The teaching fellow Yang Feng, who usually sat behind the desk early in the morning, waiting for everyone to come to class, did not come today.
After about an hour of burning incense, Yang Feng was seen slowly coming to the classroom.
Yang Feng came and sat down behind the desk, was silent for a moment, and then said: "I just got the arrangement from the dean and uncle. Since this half-year period has come, the small test for all employees that should have been conducted will no longer be held. Instead, they will apply for the assessment by themselves. The content is equivalent to the advanced Xuan-level Taoist assessment."
When the Taoist children heard the words, they were surprised, happy, calm, etc., etc., but the behavior of the children was different from that of the innocent children who had just entered the Taoist courtyard.
Yang Feng sat behind the desk and looked a little confused when he saw everyone's behavior, but he continued to speak: "Does any of you want to apply in advance to take the Xuan-level Taoist assessment? Stations who want to take the Xuan-level Taoist assessment Get up and come on!"
As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, the originally quiet room suddenly became lively. The Taoist boys sitting behind the desk were all whispering to each other, discussing the sudden news.
Ning Tao was also startled when he heard this. There are no years of cultivation in the mountains. He didn't expect that half a year had passed without realizing it.
I recall that I have been studying and practicing hard day and night for the past six months. I thought to myself, is it finally time to test my results today?
Following a sound of silence, all the Taoist boys sat down and stopped talking.
During the past six months, the two Taoist boys who were always late became even more aggressive after discovering that their mentor, Yang Feng, never criticized or restrained them. They even sneaked out. One day, because he started disrupting the class and disturbing other people's practice, he was severely punished by his teaching brother.
Not only was he hung up and whipped, he was also punished to kneel in the square outside the house for a whole afternoon and was deprived of food for a day. From then on, no Taoist boy in the entire Taoist Academy dared to challenge the majesty of his teaching brother.
After coming back to his senses, Ning Tao turned to look at each other, Yang Song, Pan Yue, Zhang Yong, and the thin black child Han Shi, who later became acquainted with the famous masterpiece, and stood up one after another.
Seeing someone standing up, the other Taoist boys stood up hesitantly and sparsely, about ten people.
When no one was standing, Yang Feng spoke up: "Taoist boys who apply for the Xuanjie Taoist examination. If the result of the assessment is that they can't read more than 200 words and fail to draw Qi into the body, it will not only be counted as a failure in the assessment, but also need to be punished and cleaned." You will be punished for seven days in the classroom and not be able to enjoy spiritual food and medicinal meals for one month. Now it is too late for you to regret it!"
After saying that, he glanced at several of the Taoist boys. The few Taoist boys he glanced at shrank their necks and sat down in dismay.
As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words, but there are always people who want to try their luck.
As the saying goes, no pain, no gain, without so much effort and sweat, even success is just a fluke.
Seeing that no one was sitting down, Yang Feng finally said: "Stay here for the assessment, and the rest of you can wait outside. Don't make any noise while waiting outside, and wait quietly. Those who are left behind should sit down!"
After saying that, he got up and went to the desk of a Taoist boy in the classroom. He put his hand on the Taoist boy's head, said "passed", and walked to the next person.
He checked several people in succession, and when he came to one of the Taoist boys, he stretched out his hand and put it on the top of the Taoist boy's head. After a moment, he said: "If the Qi is not introduced into the body, you are unqualified and will be severely punished."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist boy turned pale, sweated profusely, and trembled all over.
But Yang Feng didn't care at all about the change in the Taoist boy's expression and walked straight towards the next person.
After all the boys who participated in the assessment had finished the examination, Yang Feng turned around and said again: "Now that you have learned all the "Xun Meng Xue" and "The Thousand Character Classic", I will use these two texts as a test and write by myself. After the writing is completed, you can hand it over to me for review. No later than the bell rings, let’s get started!”
After hearing the explanation, all the children picked up the ink ingots and grinded them slowly. At this time, the quiet classroom could only hear the sound of grinding ink ingots and the sound of cicadas coming from the window.
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The Taoist boy waiting outside the door quietly looked at the people writing frantically in the room, but no one knew what he was feeling in his heart.
Looking across the square, I could see a group of Taoist boys clustered outside each classroom.
Careful observation revealed that there were slightly fewer Taoist boys outside the doors of the first few classrooms, but the number of Taoist boys outside the doors of the later classrooms was much greater than that of the first few classrooms.
Ning Tao, who was sitting in the room, studied the ink, held the brush in his hand, took a deep breath, and began to recall the two articles that he was already familiar with.
As the saying goes, if you are confident in your mind, you can be confident in writing, and soon the neat words will appear on a piece of rice paper. Although the writing is fairly neat, it doesn't have much aesthetic appeal.
Time passed, and in the classroom where Ning Tao was, someone had already handed the two articles he had written into the hands of the teaching brother...
Ning Tao finished writing the two articles, checked them carefully, corrected the typos found in them, blew on the ink that was not completely dry, sorted out the two articles he had written in his hand, got up and went to his tutor Yang Feng In front of him, he handed it to him respectfully, then turned back to his seat and waited quietly.
Soon the bell outside the window rang, and some of the Taoist boys who had not completed their work showed nervous expressions on their faces, looking at the teaching fellow who was sitting behind the desk in a panic.
Yang Feng, who was sitting behind the desk, said indifferently: "The time is up. Those who haven't handed it over should hand over what they wrote!"
Although these Taoist boys who had not finished the work were unwilling to do so, they still obediently picked up the articles they had written silently, got up and handed them to their teaching brothers.
After everyone handed over all the silently written articles to Yang Feng, Yang Feng marked the articles one by one and said, "Okay, you can take a rest. The class bell will ring in a while. Go back to the classroom and wait. I will Read out the results." After that, he took the thick rice paper, stood up and left.
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Yang Feng came to the main hall of the square. At this time, the dean of the Taoist Academy, the gloomy Taoist known as Uncle Qi, the chief instructor Xi Renjiu and several other Taoists in charge of various matters were seated here.
Yang Feng entered the hall, saluted Uncle Qi who was sitting on the upper hand, and walked straight to the lower hand next to him and sat down.
When Ren Jiu saw Yang Feng coming in, he smiled and asked, "Junior Brother Yang, how about it? How many people in your Huang Class can become Xuan-level boys this time?"
After hearing this, Yang Feng smiled and replied: "Huang Yi has a few cultivators, and together with the other Taoist boys, ten people can surpass him."
Ren Jiu chuckled when he heard this, looking a little out of tune, but not at all serious as when he first met the Taoist boys.
Then he said with emotion: "Elder Danqing's method learned from the mortal world is very useful. Through the screening of these Taoist courtyards, he can find many rare and good seedlings, and he can also ensure his loyalty to the sect. . But he is a bit useless, and some disciples who could have cultivated into foundation building or even golden elixir have disappeared from everyone."
The gloomy Uncle Qi who was sitting on the upper hand opened his eyes and said: "Ren Jiu Shenyan, you must know the Nascent Soul to become the pillar of the sect. No matter how many golden elixirs are used to build the foundation, it will be in vain without the Nascent Soul."
"At that time, many Jindan masters in the sect opposed this matter. Fortunately, with the support of the two ancestors, this matter could be implemented. Unexpectedly, in just a few decades, the backbone of the sect has undergone qualitative changes, especially from the The Taoist minds of the disciples who come out are stronger than before, laying a solid foundation for advancing to higher levels in the future."
"You guys stood out from the Taoist Academy back then. Now you can at least build the foundation and you can look forward to the golden elixir in the future. I don't know how many disciples the sect recruited in the past and how many resources it spent to achieve one or two golden elixirs."
"Now, those resources that were wasted on uncultivated disciples are put on you. From now on, the sect will be passed down for generations! This has also attracted the other two sects to follow suit. Master, uncle, and ancestor are far-sighted, and we can't wait!"
Hearing this, Yang Feng, who was checking the articles written silently by the Taoist boys, also raised his head and smiled slightly, then continued to look down at the articles.
The rest of the people who had no tasks for the time being were chatting here. During this period, teachers from other classes came here one after another, saluted Uncle Qi who was sitting on the table, said hello to the other brothers, and were minding their own business. He picked up the article written by Dao Tongmo and started reading it.
