During the past period, Mu Ziqing had to give a lecture every three days, and every time he was stared at by thousands of people in the audience, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
In the past, in the Yin Yang Sect, she, the leader of the sect, would only show her face once for ten or eight years, and then briefly mention a few smart and close disciples.
How could she be like now, endlessly teaching the basics of cultivation to a bunch of ants from scratch? It was a waste of her time.
Of course, she was not the only one who was tired, everyone else in the Yin Yang Sect was also tired.
Yang materials are almost all from poor families. They cannot read a few Chinese characters and are illiterate per capita. If they rush to learn Taoism, it is even more blind. Learning and learning is nonsense.
But the task was overwhelming, so under Mu Ziqing's forced order, the elders and disciples of the Yin Yang Sect were forced to become the enlightenment teachers of these cattle and sheep that they had once raised.
Two hundred female Qi-refining cultivators from the Yin-Yang Sect, along with four thousand men, began a vigorous literacy learning campaign.
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"Crack!" There was a crisp crack of a whip.
"If you can't memorize this paragraph anymore, you guys will drink another glass of my foot-washing water!"
The Yingchun Palace Suite, which was once a nightmare for countless men in the Yin Yang Sect and ruined the lives of many companions, has now been transformed into small independent classrooms for these temporary "study groups".
"Shake me, I really can't drink anymore..." A few tall and thick men hid in a corner, not daring to resist at all.
The girl in the middle, holding a whip and wearing a short skirt, looked at them condescendingly like they were trash.
After being domesticated for a long time, they have long lost the courage to resist the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect.
"Hurry up! No one can recite it. Tonight, everyone will be whipped ten times and squeezed three times!"
The whip crackled, and several men's faces turned green when they heard the sound. They could only hold the rubbings of Yin Yang and Five Elements and read them desperately, trying to force the contents into their minds.
Mu Ziqing's mission is to promote the Yin-Yang Five Elements Jue, and the task she presses for everyone in the sect is to make the Yang materials learn every word in the Yin-Yang Five Elements Jue within three months.
Pressing one layer after another, the Qi Refining monks of the Yin Yang Sect are also suffering unspeakably.
They are not professionals in teaching literacy. They can understand Taoist scriptures by themselves, but asking them to teach a bunch of illiterate people is beyond their capabilities.
Therefore, most of the new "teachers" of the Yin Yang Sect can't think of any other tricks besides using corporal punishment, humiliation, and coercion of their students.
As for corporal punishment, this is their strong point...
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"Is this what magic feels like?"
Mo Fengwu, who had been standing in an open space without moving for a long time, suddenly stretched out a slender jade finger.
Half an inch above her raised fingertips, a few weak sparks appeared out of thin air.
As soon as the spark appeared, it immediately "squeaked" and expanded into a red fireball the size of a walnut above her fingertips.
The fireball was not that big, but it also heated the surrounding area.
Time passed by, and the fireball always stayed on Mo Fengwu's fingertips. Even if it kept swaying in the breeze, it still kept burning vigorously, without any intention of extinguishing it.
She looked at this little fireball excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"go!"
The burning small fireball continued to drain her mana, and Mo Fengwu's right hand began to tremble a little. She quickly followed the formula in her memory and shot the fireball at the target prepared in advance.
The target burned instantly.
The moment the fireball left, she felt as if her body had been hollowed out, and it took a while for her to recover.
"At the first level of Qi Refining, I can only use this fire bomb technique three times at most."
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Unlike the Yin Yang Sect members who are troubled by literacy problems, Mo Fengwu, Mo Caihuan and other girls all come from wealthy families and are knowledgeable about books and rituals. As long as they are willing to sacrifice the blood sacrifice of Yangshou for twenty years and practice Yin Yang and the Five Elements
There is no pressure at all.
Mo Tianxie provided the underlying concepts of this book, and Bai Mo optimized and modified the techniques. If you have a certain writing skills, it is not difficult to understand the entire text.
"Dad, our family has spiritual roots!"
Mo Fengwu picked up the red fire wine that Mo Tianxie loved to drink before he was alive, sprinkled it on the ground little by little, and then bowed three times in the direction of Qixuanmen.
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"I didn't expect that our Yin Yang Sect would have over a thousand Qi Refining disciples one day." Mu Ziqing looked at the data reported by the elders, and felt a rare sense of pride in his heart.
After several months of hard work, almost one-fifth of the first batch of mortals who received training had already mastered the Yin-Yang Art and became monks at the first level of Qi Refining.
Including the Yin Yang Sect's own disciples, the number of Qi Refining monks in the sect suddenly exceeded a thousand, which was a grand occasion that had not happened in hundreds of years.
"Sect Master... the finances of the sect... are about to be overwhelmed." The elder who was in charge of the sect's financial expenses whispered to her.
"During this period, all the disciples have been recalled to the mountain gate in order to complete their tasks. The industry in the gate has almost stagnated. Then, for the cultivation of these thousands of Yang materials, each one has to eat some spirit stones... The sect cannot support them.
There are so many monks who are not engaged in childbirth."
"I also know the difficulties of the sect. Let's do this. I will take out another 150,000 spirit stones and leave them to you to manage."
Mu Ziqing gritted his teeth and took out a sum of spiritual stones from his private money.
If you don't want to let go of your child, you can't trap the wolf. The mission given by Senior Transformation God must be completed no matter what. It's just a spiritual stone, so let it go.
"One hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones are probably only enough for the sect's expenses for three months. Please make plans early, sect leader."
"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of spiritual stones, but seniors must complete their tasks for me."
"My subordinate understands."
"Faced with this spiritual stone dilemma, Mu Ziqing began to have some other ideas."
"Senior...Senior?!" As soon as she turned around to leave, she happened to meet Bai Mo who was about to enter.
"Are you short of spiritual stones?"
"No, everything is normal... indeed... there are indeed some gaps." Mu Ziqing originally wanted to excuse it, but then he changed his mind. With the power of the god-transformation monk, the sound transmission just now was heard even if it was not possible.
So he changed his mind and told the truth.
"There are three million low-grade spiritual stones in this storage ring." Bai Mo casually threw a storage ring over.
"Thank you, senior!" Mu Ziqing saluted quickly.
"Three million low-grade spiritual stones. Many Jindan sects may not even have this number in their inventory..."
She asked herself that if she sold everything she had, she probably wouldn't be able to collect three million low-grade spiritual stones, but she would have to pay two million spiritual stones.
However, she is not considered a wealthy person among the golden elixir monks. The 150,000 spirits she just gave to the financial elder are almost all the spirit stones in her hand.
If he wants spiritual stones again, Mu Ziqing will have to start thinking about selling his own spiritual medicines and elixirs, as well as the magic weapons in his hands...