Chapter 11: In the same way

The young deacon looked at the crowd and hesitated: "Then, then I ..."
Meng Xueli smiled empathetically: "I'm okay here, I'm working hard for you today."
The deacon dared not to say: "If you don't remember the way, I will take you again tomorrow."
Meng Xueli said no trouble.
The deacon thought, this sword respected Daolu has a clear temper and how did he get the reputation of flying and domineering?
Outside the window, Meng Xueli sat alone in the empty school building, turning over his book "First Entry". This was given to him by Ji Xiao three years ago.
The morning mist in the mountains gradually dissipated, and the soft light of the morning sun sprinkled on the pages.
During the period before the opening of the Hanhai Secret Realm, according to the plan of the real person in charge, Meng Xueli took classes in the Fafa Hall during the first two months during the day and went to the library to read at night. Catch up with the rest day of On Fa Tang, go to Yan Jianping to see the disciples practicing the sword. In the next two months, practice urging magic instruments and increasing the speed of light body surgery, so that you can escape in a crisis.
Seeing from the head, Wei Zhen thought, Meng Xueli's only practice of Qi was successfully completed, and most of them were inspired by Ji Xiao with a panacea.
It is not surprising that Ji Xiao did this kind of thing. He and his brother, the master of the Tianhu Great Realm, are the best alchemists in the practice world.
Most of the disciples who participated in the Hanhai Secret Realm this year have broken obstacles successfully, which is two big realms higher than Meng Xueli. Under such conditions, what do you do not learn to escape?
The arrangement of the head is exactly in Meng Xueli's heart. He found it very interesting to read the Taoist scriptures.
In the demon world, he had never read such a book. The blood talent of the demon race is innate, cultivation and fighting are instincts. Human monks are better at learning and absorbing the wisdom of their ancestors.
Meng Xueli was reincarnated as a human being at first, and was not suitable for losing a powerful demon body. Thanks to this introductory doctrine in his hand, there are no difficult and obscure words and phrases, which are very interesting to read and made him interested in practice.
"I knew it so, and you should read it when you are a demon." Meng Xueli thought.
He does not know nothing about the world, otherwise he will not recognize Ji Xiao outside the realm. He also recognized "Initial Taoism" as a basic book that can be seen everywhere.
Meng Xueli did not know that this book was unique in his hands.
The real person of Nai Jixiao wrote it according to his own situation. Otherwise, who's Taoist scriptures still contain birds, beasts and exotic plants?
Still painted.
"Are you new here? In the school, you don't want to read a small book, and the teaching elders will scold people."
Meng Xueli raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a strange boy sitting at the next table, apparently skipping the morning reading. He just entered the door and stared at the scroll in his hand.
The young boy had a beautiful look, and the style of his robe was the same as that of his disciples, but he was embroidered with silvery dark lines.
Meng Xueli closed the book.
The teenager saw the word "first entry" and dismissed his lips: "This trick is too old-fashioned. I used to write" Too Sensing "on the outside, it was useless."
Meng Xueli was about to speak, and there was a noise outside the door.
After the crowds gathered together, another swarm of people swarmed into the schoolhouse, and they were talking and talking, while setting the table and spreading their pens and ink.
"He walked too fast, I didn't see clearly, is it really beautiful!"
"I saw that the body of the innate sword spirit is not two eyes and one nose? I never saw him have an extra mouth."
"Haha, there is a saying that" jealous people are not good ", are you jealous!"
Although the Fatang is in Hanshan, it is between the mortal world and the spiritual world.
These teenagers come from all over the world. Most of them haven't embarked on the road, or have just been breathing into the body for a long time.
Someone suddenly said, "This genius student, will not take the year-end exam this year!"
For a time, the school was noisier and was about to overturn the roof.
"It's impossible. No matter how talented he is, there are only two months left. Can he breathe in?"
"You haven't seen the innate sword body, how can you know that it can't!"
"Then I'm finished. I'm preparing for two years, and I plan to take the exam this year ..." If I were compared with the newly-introduced younger brother, my face would be ugly.
Every year, Hanshan Lunfa Hall examines disciples, and elders who wish to accept students will attend the assessment.
Apprenticeship is a matter of luck. If you want to worship the master as a teacher, but catch up with the master for several years without accepting disciples, you can only sigh.
The atmosphere of the school was warm, and Meng Xueli lamented how nice it is to be young. But he was next to the table, and the teenager who was absent from the morning reading was different.
"Don't listen to them." The young boy of Jinyi whispered slightly and said to him in a low voice, "There is this talented younger brother, this year's exam, the Hanshan Wufeng Peak must come to see it, much more than one or two idle elders It ’s only good for us, no harm. "
The color of Meng Xue is complex-Six Peaks of Hanshan, our Changchun Peak is still there.
The young man in Jinyi looked at his luxurious clothes and had a good temperament.
"The younger brother I saw was a sick young man who couldn't help the wind. What about his qualifications, where could he be compared to a real person from Ji Xiao?" The young man said with pride: "One hundred years ago, my great-grandfather argued with Jian Zun On the cloud, the style is unparalleled ... "
Meng Xueli thought, you weren't born a hundred years ago, how to say like you have seen it with your own eyes.
But listening to people complimenting Ji Xiao was really pleasant and could not help nodding again and again.
"Uh huh."
The boy in Jinyi got a positive response, and he felt a sense of "the hero sees the same," and the conversation was more intense.
"My family's ancestral home, there is Jianzun Mobao Town House. There are not many inscriptions on Jianzun's life. In this cold mountain, there is only one picture in the main hall of Chong Bifeng."
"Right." Meng Xueli thought, yes, neither Changchun Peak.
When the young man met his friend, he fell sharply and said: "It's true not to be concealed, it is the great grandson of Lingxu Daozun, grandson of Chongyuan Daoist, son of Egret City Master, future master of Egret City, and Yu Qishu. Dare to ask. Friends Daming? "
Meng Xueli was at a loss: "What is your name Bai?"
"... Yu Qishu."
"Yu Dao is friendly, I Meng Xueli."
"It turned out to be Meng ..." The teenager suddenly lost his voice and looked weird.
Just then, the noisy school suddenly became silent.
An old man in brown shirt appeared at the door with his hands on his back.
The disciples turned pale and hurriedly looked down. The old man was tall and thin, and his eyes were like electricity. He glanced a week majesticly, and walked toward Meng Xueli.
Meng Xueli thought, this should be the teaching elder.
The old man glanced down at him from the top and opened the door to his heart, very politely:
"Elder Meng, the old man knows that your identity is valuable. But since you entered this school, you should follow the rules of the Falun Dafa just like other disciples. Arrive at the hall on time. You ca n’t do it at a later time. If you ca n’t do it, you should go back to Changchun Peak as soon as possible.
The students didn't dare to raise their heads, they just raised their ears to listen.
Meng Xueli ignored the second half of the sentence and nodded: "Good sir."
The elder was stunned, seeming to be a little surprised, his expression eased a lot:
"As for the trivial tasks such as cleaning the school, you can do it on your own, instead of you.
Meng Xueli still nodded.
The elder was satisfied, and Hu Husheng walked back, sitting in a wicker chair leaning against the wall.
He casually ordered a disciple: "Yesterday's preaching, listen to me."
On the snow-white wall, there is a large ink character of "respecting the teacher".
The young boy named Yu Qishu, still in a trance, whispered, "You are really a real person ..."
"Dao Lu." Meng Xueli said.