After the senior's introduction, Zhang Mo had a basic understanding of the situation. The disciples of the auxiliary sect were all interested in pure theoretical knowledge, and they thought that fighting and killing were all matters for barbarians. Zhang Mo knows that this is actually caused by the general trend, the cycle of cause and effect. Hundreds of years ago, the auxiliary sect was still very powerful. Going to the battlefield to play auxiliary was very effective, but the casualty rate was too high, and they were always targeted. Kill first in every battle. Support makes newcomers intimidated, and no one wants to play support and learn to support.
What a cycle of cause and effect!
Zhang Mo's mind rippled like still water. The course schedule in his hand seemed to be a dead leaf, gently spread out in his palm - a piece of plain white paper with a few lines of writing on it. The ink marks on this paper are like invisible nets that will capture his time for the next year.
"First year, scripture class."
Zhang Mo secretly sighed in his heart, this course schedule is really tight if it is said to be tense, but it is really loose if it is said to be loose.
There is only one month of lessons taught by the teacher himself, and the rest is all based on personal self-study.
A small exam every half year and a major exam at the end of the year. This kind of loose teaching is a great test for the monks' self-control. Those who fail the examination are waiting for three months of hard labor - this is by no means an easy task.
I say nervous because it takes a long time for cultivators. A powerful person of the 'god level' can live for tens of thousands of years, and one year, on the long road of cultivating immortality, is like dewdrops in the morning light, fleeting. The looseness lies in the fact that during this year, apart from the initial lectures given by the instructor, there is a vast ocean of self-study time.
Self-discipline has become one of the most important qualities of a cultivator.
The night was dark, and the sky outside the window looked like a profound painting. The stars twinkle, as if they are the laws of heaven and earth, silently guiding the immortal cultivators forward.
Zhang Mo took a deep breath of the cool night breeze. Although he was filled with emotion, it was more of a desire for the future and awe of practice.
Scripture Courtyard.
Located in the lush bamboo forest, it is quiet and solemn, like a picture of the ancient charm of the south of the Yangtze River. Flowers are blooming in the garden, and there are rippling blue waves in a fish pond. A few goldfish shuttle freely in the water, shining with golden light as the sun refracts.
The hall was empty and deep, as if it could accommodate hundreds of people, but it was silent, with only a few students sitting on futons. The antique walls are hung with powerful banners, each stroke is the condensation of past wisdom.
The disciples were sitting cross-legged or kneeling, waiting quietly for the arrival of their master. The air was filled with the unique aroma of ink and paper, which was almost a sacred smell in the world of immortality.
Zhang Mo entered the lecture hall later and saw that there was an empty futon next to Wei Changji, so he sat down next to him and looked at the other four students with confusion, but they were not from his class and he had never seen them before.
There are two men and two women. One boy is majestic and strong as a mountain, with the word "武" embroidered on his sleeves in red. The other boy has an elegant face but a cold expression, with the word "道" embroidered on his sleeves.
A girl has an oval face, black silk hanging down her shoulders, and is wearing aqua satin. Her cuffs are "Martial", and you can feel the vigor of a warrior from her body.
Another girl has skin as white as snow, is very juicy, has an oval face, is a bit paler than Qiao Yu, and has "Tao" embroidered on her sleeves. The four of them all have extraordinary temperaments, with aloofness and disdain on their faces. The four of them are talking and laughing. , as if others don't exist.
Seeing Zhang Mo's confusion, Wei Changji urged him over and whispered, "It's from the warrior and Taoist side, who came here to practice at the same time."
Zhang Mo understood, nodded, and whispered: "It looks like it's hard to get along with him."
Wei Changji chuckled and hummed like a mosquito: "They are all very arrogant and say that our assistant sect students are too rubbish. We have no choice but to offend those who are sent as part-time students by the sect. Don't mess with them, we can't afford to offend them."
Zhang Mo nodded.
After a while, Ji Chen put his hands behind his back, looking like an old scholar. It was he who came to class.
The top five of the Thirty-six Meridian Masters?
This estimate is really a joke, after all, these pulse masters have never competed in the ring, but according to reports, he is an 8th level powerhouse, and Zhang Mo seriously doubts whether he is pretending to be old.
With gray hair, he looks like an ordinary person who is 60 years old. However, as a cultivator, his energy and bones have already exceeded the lifespan of ordinary people. At the earth level, his lifespan can reach 1,000 years, and at the heaven level, he can live up to 5,000 years. As for Zhang Mo didn't know about the divine level. I asked Fatty Wei and he didn't know either.
Because there are not many people who have met God level.
"Follow me to pay homage to Patriarch Wen first." Ji Chen straightened his robes and walked to the altar table in a corner, followed by all his disciples.
Zhang Mo looked up and saw that there was a place on the altar table that read "Wen Zucang Sheng". On the left and right were incense burners, flowers and fruits, and incense candles with rising green smoke. The flowers and fruits were all fresh. There was a figure posted on the wall of the altar table. Portrait: A portrait of an old man, with two pupils and four eyes, hair shawl, and a shawl made of leaves. Although it is a portrait, it is solemn and solemn, and it feels like there is a sacred air coming to his face. Cangjie invented Chinese characters, so it is appropriate to worship him as the ancestor, Zhang Mo muttered to himself.
After worshiping the statue of the ancestor, the formal class began.
Ji Chen cleared his throat, looked at the four people who were practicing concurrently, and said, "You four are here to practice concurrently, right?"
The four of them stood up and saluted.
"Then introduce yourself," Ji Chen said calmly.
The majestic boy bowed his body and said: "Disciple Situ Shuai, the warrior sect has a huge power line."
The elegant-looking boy bowed and saluted, and his voice was clear: "Disciple Hou Cang, Taoist Immortal Sword Vein".
The girl wearing aqua satin said loudly: "Disciple Wen Qian, warrior sect swordsmanship."
The charming girl saluted slowly, her voice as soft as water: "Disciple Shui Zishu, Taoist Dharma School of Water Meridians."
Ji Chen glanced at the four people. These four people were all at the ninth level of foundation building. It would not take long for them to break through. He thought to himself that they were all heroes, and their talents were not comparable to those of the auxiliary sect.
He sighed and said: "Okay, everyone, sit down. Today is the first lesson of scriptures. In the first lesson, we must recognize our ancestors and know how the scriptures came from. Of course, the scriptures are Words, but not just words.”
"It is said that Cang Sheng looked up at the winding movement of Kuixing, looked down at the texture of the turtle's back, the claw marks of birds and animals, the topography of mountains and rivers, and the fingerprints of his palms, and was inspired by it." He walked on the podium while looking up at the roof. He said slowly: "I created hieroglyphs based on the shapes of things. It is said that on the day when the characters were completed, there would be strange phenomena in the sky, grains would rain from the sky, and ghosts would cry at night."
Ji Chen stood on the side of the lecture hall, standing upright like a solitary peak. His eyes swept over the crowd. Every glance seemed to be able to analyze the soul. Seeing that everyone seemed a little unbelievable, Ji Chen snorted: "I know what pictograms are. It means that the laws of heaven and earth resemble each other, the same energy seeks each other, and the same images call each other. Only in this way can scriptures and warfare have great power."
