Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

The young deacon looked at the crowd and hesitated, "Then, then I..."

Meng Xueli smiled understandingly: "I'm fine here, thank you for your hard work today."

The deacon even dared not say: "If you don't remember the way, I will take you there again tomorrow."

Meng Xueli said no trouble.

The deacon thought to himself, this sword venerable Taoist couple is clearly soft-tempered, why did they have a reputation of being domineering back then?

There was a lot of voices outside the window, and Meng Xueli sat alone in the empty school dormitory, flipping through her book "Beginners".This was given to him by Ji Xiao casually three years ago.

The morning fog in the mountains gradually dissipated, and the soft light of the morning sun shone on the pages of the book.

During the period before the opening of the Vast Sea Secret Realm, according to the plan of the real master, Meng Xueli attended classes in the Dharma Discourse Hall during the day and read books in the library at night for the first two months.In time for the rest day of the Lunfa hall, I went to Yanjianping to watch inner disciples practice swords.In the next two months, I practiced urging magic weapons and improving the speed of the light body technique, so that I could escape in case of crisis.

Master Jianwei thought that Meng Xueli's only perfect cultivation of qi refining was probably produced by Ji Xiao's elixir.

It's not surprising that Ji Xiao did this kind of thing. His fellow apprentice brother, the master of Tianhu Great Realm, is the best alchemist in the practice world.

However, most of the disciples who participated in the Vast Sea Secret Realm this year successfully broke through barriers, two full realms higher than Meng Xueli.Under such conditions, what would you learn if you didn’t learn to escape?

The head's arrangement was exactly what Meng Xueli wanted.He found reading the Taoist scriptures very interesting.

When he was in the demon world, he had never read this kind of book.The blood talent of the Yaozu is innate, and cultivation and fighting are instincts.Human world monks are better at learning and absorbing the wisdom of their ancestors.

Meng Xueli was reincarnated as a human at the beginning, and was not used to losing her powerful demon body, so she felt a headache when she thought of learning human skills.Thanks to the Introductory Dao Sutra in his hand, there are no difficult and obscure words and sentences, and it is very interesting to read, which makes him interested in practicing.

"If I had known this, I should have read it when I was a demon." Meng Xueli thought.

He is not ignorant of the human world, otherwise he would not have recognized Ji Xiao in the outside world. He also recognized "Introduction to Taoism" as a basic book that can be seen everywhere.

But Meng Xueli didn't know that the book in his hand was unique.

Master Nai Jixiao wrote it himself according to his situation, otherwise, who else would have pictures of birds, beasts and rare flowers in Taoism scriptures?

Still painting.

"Are you new here? You are not allowed to read small story books in the dormitory, and the elders will swear at you in class."

Meng Xueli raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw a strange young man sitting at the next table, who was obviously too late for morning reading, had just entered the door, and was staring straight at the scroll in his hand.

The young man has delicate eyebrows, and the style of Taoist robe on his body is the same as that of all the disciples, but it is embroidered with dark silver patterns, shining brightly in the sun's rays, giving him a gorgeous feeling of brocade clothes and jade belts.

Meng Xueli closed the book.

When the young man saw the words 'beginner', he curled his lips in disdain: "This trick is too old-fashioned. I used to write "Taishang Induction Chapter" on the outer skin, but it was useless."

Just as Meng Xueli was about to speak, there was a commotion outside the door.

After everyone joined in the fun, they swarmed into the schoolhouse again, discussing happily, while setting the table and spreading their pen and ink.

"He walked so fast that I didn't even see it clearly. Is it really good-looking!"

"I saw that the body of the innate sword spirit has two eyes and one nose? I didn't see him have an extra mouth."

"Haha, there is a saying in Taoism that 'the jealous is not good', you are jealous!"

Although the Dharma Hall is located in Hanshan, it is between the world of ordinary people and the world of practice.

These teenagers come from all over the world.Most of them have not yet embarked on the road, or have just introduced the breath into the body, which is the time when they have infinite longing for cultivation and are full of fantasies.

Someone suddenly said: "This genius junior, won't take part in this year's end-of-year exam!"

For a while, the noise in the school building became louder, and the roof was almost toppled over.

"Impossible, no matter how talented he is, there are only two months left. Can he draw Qi into his body?"

"You haven't seen the Xiantian sword body, how do you know it can't!"

"Then I'm done. I've been preparing for two years, so I'm going to take the exam this year..." What a shame it would be if I was compared to a new junior.

The Hanshan Lunfa Hall examines the students of the school every year, and the elders who are willing to accept disciples will attend the assessment.

Appreciating a teacher to teach the method of fate, to put it bluntly, depends on luck. If you want to worship the head of the sect as a teacher, but catch up with the head of the sect and have not accepted apprentices for several years, you can only sigh and miss it.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was warm, and Meng Xueli sighed in her heart how good it is to be young.But at the table next to him, the teenager who missed his morning reading was different.

"Don't listen to them." The young man in brocade clothes curled his lips slightly, and said to him in a low voice, "With this talented junior brother here, this year's big exam, the masters of the five peaks of Hanshan Mountain will definitely come to see it, which is much better than just one or two idle elders in previous years It's good for us, not bad."

Meng Xue's complexion was complex—the six peaks of Hanshan Mountain, our Changchun Peak is still there.

The young man in brocade clothes saw that his clothes were luxurious and his temperament was not vulgar, so he could be seen as a 'fellow man', so he started talking to him.

"I saw that junior brother, he is a weak and sick young man. So what if he has the same aptitude, how can he compare with Master Jixiao?" The young man said reservedly and proudly: "A hundred years ago, my great-grandfather had a discussion with Sword Master, and Sword Master stood up. On the clouds, her style is unparalleled in the world..."

Meng Xueli thought, since you were not born a hundred years ago, it's as if you saw it with your own eyes.

But hearing people praise Ji Xiao was really pleasing to the ear, and he couldn't help nodding his head again and again.

"Uh-huh."

The young man in brocade clothes received affirmative response, giving birth to the feeling of "heroes see the same thing", and the conversation became more interesting.

"My family's ancestral house, and the town courtyard of Jianzun Mobao. There are not many inscriptions on Jianzun's life, and even in this cold mountain, there is only one in the main hall of Chongbi Peak."

"That's right." Meng Xueli thought to herself, that's right, neither did Changchun Peak.

When the boy Tianya met his bosom friend, he cupped his hands neatly: "To be honest, I am the great-grandson of Daoist Lingxu, the grandson of Daoist Chongyuan, the son of the Lord of Bailu City, the future young master of Bailu City, and Yu Qishu. Dare to ask Your name?"

Meng Xueli was at a loss: "Your name is Bai, what is Bai?"

"...Yu Qishu."

"Yu Dao is friendly, I'm Meng Xueli."

"It turned out to be Meng..." The young man was speechless for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

At this moment, the noisy school suddenly fell silent.

An old man in a brown shirt appeared at the door with his hands behind his back.

All the disciples turned pale and hurriedly lowered their heads to read.The old man was tall and thin, his gaze was like lightning, he scanned a circle majesticly, and walked straight towards Meng Xueli.

Meng Xueli thought, this should be the elder teaching the class.

The old man glanced at him condescendingly, cut straight to the point, and said very bluntly:

"Elder Meng, I know your status is precious. But since you have entered this school, you should abide by the rules of the lecture hall like other disciples. Come to class on time, not a moment late, hand in your homework, and miss a word. If you If you can’t do it, it’s better to go back to Changchun Peak as soon as possible, and ask the head master to choose another expert to teach you.”

The students didn't dare to look up, they just pricked up their ears to listen.

Meng Xueli ignored the second half of the sentence and nodded: "Good sir."

The elder was stunned, as if a little surprised, his expression eased a lot:

"As for trivial matters such as cleaning the school dormitory, you can do it for you, Daotong Fengzhong, and you don't have to do it yourself."

Meng Xueli still nodded.

Satisfied, the elder walked back vigorously, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat on the rattan chair against the wall.

He randomly ordered a disciple: "Learn the Taoist scriptures that were taught yesterday."

On the snow-white wall, there is a large Chinese character of "respect the teacher and respect the way" hung on it.

The young man in brocade clothes named Yu Qishu, still in a trance, whispered: "You are really the real Jixiao..."

"Taoist." Meng Xueli said.