After Yun Qi heard this, he quickly said excitedly: "Dad, let's go in! The Taoist Master has already spoken."
Seeing Yun Qi's anxious look, Yun Yilong nodded and said, "Okay! Let's go in." After saying that, he followed the crowd and walked into the school.
Yun Fei saw that there were too many people entering and it was a bit crowded, so he said, "Dad, why don't we wait."
Seeing that Yun Fei was not in a hurry, Yun Yilong was a little confused and asked: "Xiao Fei, what are you waiting for? I'm afraid I won't have a good seat if I go late!"
Yunfei was like this. When he arrived late, he would sit in the back. At that time, the Taoist priest would not pay attention to him. He thought so in his heart, but said: "Dad, you see so many people, I'm afraid that I will be squeezed.
so……"
Upon hearing this, Yun Yilong felt that what his son said made some sense, so he said: "You are right. You can hear it no matter where you stand. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." As he said that, he smiled softly.
Seeing that his father suddenly changed his attention, Yun Qi said unhappily: "Brother, what are you afraid of? They won't squeeze us. I still want to be in the first place!"
Yunfei felt a little sorry for his brother that he had so many things. He thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "Dad, brother, how about you go in first, and I will go in later."
Yun Yilong looked at Yun Fei curiously, suddenly thought of something, and asked in a solemn voice: "Xiao Fei, don't you want to sneak away?"
Yunfei recalled having such an experience in his childhood, smiled awkwardly, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Dad, no, I will definitely listen to the Taoist priests explain the method of cultivation."
Seeing the affirmative expression on his son's face, Yun Yilong threw his previous thoughts behind him and said with a smile: "In this case, I will take Xiaoqi in first. Remember to go later. I will stand in the corridor and watch.
of."
Yun Fei nodded suddenly and said, "Dad, I can do it."
After Yun Yilong took Yun Qi into the school, Yun Fei smiled bitterly and looked at the people who were entering. At some point, his eyes fell on the tablet above the school. It was a yellow wooden tablet with the word "School" written on it.
There are two big characters, and there is a vague sense of elegance in the characters. It is not difficult to see that it was written by a person with profound knowledge.
After a while, the crowd dwindled a bit, and when there were not many people around, Yunfei took a step forward and walked into the school. At this time, as soon as he walked to the door of the school, he felt a powerful force coming towards him.
He wanted to gather his true energy to resist, but he remembered Chu Feng's instructions, so he closed his eyes and waited for the danger to come.
At this moment, a white light flashed, and an old man appeared next to him. When he saw Yunfei closing his eyes, he thought he was surprised, and said guiltily: "Kid, are you okay?" With that, he was about to pull the handle.
Put it on Yunfei's pulse.
Yun Fei opened his eyes and saw that the other party was about to put his hand on his pulse. He quickly broke away and asked with a bit of fear and a bit of confusion: "You, what do you want to do?"
The old man's name was Zhou Haisong, known as Taoist Master Haisong. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a solemn face, and a long sword on his back. He said in a serious voice: "I just want to see how you are doing."
At this time, two white lights flashed in front of the door, and two people appeared next to Zhou Haisong. They were also wearing gray robes, but they were very young, probably only in their twenties. One of them had a smile on his face, and the other
One person's face was gloomy, as if he had done something wrong. He glanced at Yun Fei, lowered his head and said, "Master, I know I made a mistake."
Zhou Haisong glared at the other party and said with a reproachful voice: "Wucheng, I told you yesterday not to use magic to close the door in the future, but you just didn't listen. If you hadn't acted for the teacher just now, you would have hurt this child.
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Wu Cheng had realized his mistake, clasped his hands and whispered: "Master, I know I was wrong. After I go back, I will practice facing the wall for a year."
"Yeah!" Zhou Haisong nodded, and just about to speak, he suddenly felt that Wu Song only said one year, and felt that he was almost deceived. You must know that for a cultivator, one year is too short.
It is normal for people to live for hundreds of years. Thinking of this, he said solemnly: "You are right, after you go back, you will face the wall for ten years." After saying that, he waved his long sleeves, a hundred lights flashed, and the figure disappeared.
In place.
Wu Cheng looked at the place where his master disappeared and said in disbelief: "Oh my god! Ten years..."
A Taoist priest next to him said with a smile: "Junior brother, congratulations! I have not encountered such a good thing. It is really a great regret in life!" After saying that, he sighed, motioned for Yun Fei to come in, and quickly closed the school door.
Wu Cheng heard his senior brother teasing him and said angrily: "Zhang Guang, what do you mean?"
Zhang Guang smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother, I have no other intention, I just care about you. When you go back, other brothers will also congratulate you." After saying peace, he laughed and prepared to walk into the school.
At that moment, a solemn voice came: "Zhang Guang, after you go back, you will face the wall for twenty years, laughing and joking all day long, without any Taoist spirit."
When Zhang Guang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face disappeared. He smiled bitterly and said: "Master, you are a little too cruel. Even I have to face the wall."
At this time, it was Wu Cheng's turn to laugh, and he said happily: "I didn't expect that senior brother will also enter heaven, and I, my junior brother, are also happy for you." As he said that, he burst into laughter. He didn't dare to laugh too loudly, just in case.
After being heard by Master, the original ten years of facing the wall may turn into twenty, thirty, or even longer years.
After all, Zhou Haisong is a profound person. As long as his consciousness moves, he can grasp all the troubles within a hundred meters radius. How could everything that happened between the two of them escape his consciousness? It's just that the training time of the two of them was too short. This small mistake is just
A little punishment, but he didn't take it to heart. Although in his eyes, twenty years passed by in a blink of an eye, in the hearts of the two of them, the days would probably feel like years.
This scene was seen by the surrounding parents. Some parents said worriedly: "I didn't expect that practicing magic is so strict. For such a trivial matter, you have to face the wall for ten years. Isn't it a bit heavy?"
"Yes! How many decades are there in life?" The person next to him couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing that his son was fine and in a good mood, Yun Yilong said: "Practice magic is a difficult task to begin with. If you can't even do it facing a wall for ten years, what's the point of practicing it!"
Seeing that what Yun Yilong said made some sense, the surrounding parents nodded and said, "Yes, if you don't work hard in practicing magic, how can you achieve anything?"
The farce just passed. Wu Cheng and Zhang Guang looked at each other and left extremely depressed. They seemed not to take Yunfei's matter to heart. Yunfei didn't care either. He looked into the crowd and saw his father standing there.
Smiling to himself, he nodded and quickly walked through the corridor and walked into the school.
I don’t know how many times I have walked through the school, and the terrain inside is quite familiar. Within a moment, I arrived at the place where I usually study. After entering, I saw no one in the room, so I was very confused, so I walked out the door.
When I walked outside the door, I heard a cry of "Quiet!" echoing in the school with a solemn meaning.
Yunfei left looking for the sound and came to the courtyard of the school. The courtyard was full of children. Looking carefully, there were about fifty people. Almost all the children in the town came here. There was a platform at the front.
, behind the platform is a tall wooden board. On the wooden board, there is a large "Tao" written on it. It looks like someone scratched it with a long sword, and it looks like it was carved one by one by a skilled craftsman.
On the platform, Zhou Haisong stood there like a stone statue, with eight disciples standing around him, all about the same age. Four on each side stared solemnly ahead. Of course, Wu Cheng and Zhang Guang were among them. Yunfei quietly said
He walked to the courtyard and sat down in a seat in the last row.
At this time, his eyes swept over the children, with a strange light shining in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago, to the time when he first understood the method of cultivation. Looking at the children below, he felt
Nuan Nuan then said: "Many of those sitting here have already been here once, and they must know something about the cultivation of cultivation. I will not talk about it today. Who can recite the common knowledge of cultivation that I distributed yesterday?
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As soon as he spoke, Yun Qi stood up and said respectfully: "Taoist Master, I will recite it."
Zhou Haifeng nodded and said, "Okay, you carry it."
Yunqi's face was solemn and respectful, and he recited loudly: "Tao, it can be said, it is very Tao. It can be named, but it is very named. Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth; named, the mother of all things..."
After Yun Qi memorized all the cultivation knowledge, Zhou Haifeng's face showed a long-lost smile. He is a Taoist, and his Taoism is extremely advanced. The spells he practices are different from those practiced by demons. Demon cultivators must touch the opponent's body.
, in order to feel the other person's skeletal structure; ascetics, what matters is the universe and all things, using the true power of the inner heart to feel everything around them, and those who are better at Taoism than themselves can see through everything at a glance.
Even so, Zhou Haisong quickly pinched his fingers twice and saw at a glance that Yun Qi had excellent bones and was a good material for cultivation. He smiled and said: "Yes, it must have taken a lot of effort to recite this. I can do it all overnight."
Even if you are talented and intelligent, it is not appropriate to memorize it."
Seeing the Taoist Priest praising himself, Yun Qi felt a little elated and said proudly: "Taoist Priest, this is actually very simple. As long as you understand the meaning, you can recite it as quickly as possible."
When Zhou Haisong heard this, he couldn't help being stunned and asked in surprise: "You have understood everything."
Yun Qi thought for a while and said: "Actually, I haven't completely mastered it yet, but I understand that cultivating Taoism is like the wind and clouds around me, elusive and uncertain. Only by using your heart can you feel the artistic conception."
Zhou Haisong nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Yes, it is rare that you can receive this level at such a young age. This alone makes you much better than my few unsatisfactory apprentices."
, and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Wu Cheng and Zhang Guang next to him. The two people looked blank and almost lowered their heads to their chests.