In the courtyard covered by clouds and mist, Zhao Zheng bowed when he heard this: "This student's companion reads." ”

"Companion?"

Li Chunqiu frowned, then stretched out his right hand in the void a little, and a light blue Taoist appeared, and at this time, the clouds and mist on Zhao Zheng's side suddenly dispersed a little.

The two teenagers who had been unable to find the north in the fog suddenly saw the clouds and mist disperse, and Zhao Zheng appeared in front of them, and they were immediately overjoyed.

They hurriedly ran to Zhao Zheng's side, and only then did they notice Li Chunqiu standing under the weeping willows, and the two hurriedly bowed to Li Chunqiu in a panic: "I've seen Mr."

Meng Tian naturally knew that they could come here to accompany him in a position that no one could ask for.

This is even more worried, for fear that the immortal in front of him will expel him.

"Raise your head, what's your name?"

Li Chunqiu's faint voice sounded in the ears of the two Montessori brothers.

"This brother Meng Yi, I am Meng Tian, but after Mengshi. ”

Hearing this, Meng Tian got up and said respectfully.

"After Montessori, Meng Yi, Meng Tian?"

After Li Chunqiu heard the name, he raised his head and looked at the two teenagers in front of him.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Immediately, Li Chunqiu shook his head and said:

"That's it, since you're here, sit behind Zhao Zheng!"

"Mr. Xie!"

Meng Tian and the others were overjoyed.

Being able to let them sit behind Zhao Zheng means that they are tacitly allowed to listen to the lectures here.

Li Chunqiu looked at Meng Tian, who looked three points younger than Zhao Zheng, and couldn't help but smile.

During the Warring States Period, there were two people who were frightened by the Huns, one was Meng Tian, who made the Huns dare not go south and herded horses in the future, and the soldiers did not dare to bend the bow and revenge, and the other was Li Mu, the Wuanjun of Zhao State, who slaughtered more than 100,000 Huns.

It's just that Meng Tian is here, where is Li Mu?

Maybe I'm here, and his fate won't be that Wu Anjun.

Li Chunqiu retracted his thoughts and looked at Meng Tian,

And what if I teach this Dharma?

What will happen to a battlefield with 10,000 enemies?

Thinking of this, Li Chunqiu is ready to change the teaching theme for today.

"I don't want to talk about what I was talking about today. ”

Li Chunqiu's voice sounded faintly.

When the words fell, the three of them were stunned.

Is it because I read with a companion, so what the master originally wanted to tell me is not going to talk about it now?

Zhao Zheng said secretly in his heart.

And the Montessori brothers were born with the same thought.

They even trembled and didn't dare to look up at Li Chunqiu's face.

Just when the hearts of the three of them were like walking on the knife mountain, Li Chunqiu's voice sounded again.

"Today I will talk about the art of monasticism. ”

The hearts of the three of them jumped suddenly.

Monasticism?

Could it be?

The three of them looked up, and there was a golden light in their six pairs of eyes.

Li Chunqiu in front of the three teenagers, the white mist floated at his feet, the willow bent his waist for him, and his instrument was as lofty as an ancient immortal, but his face was solemn.

"The art of cultivation should not be passed on lightly, and the three of you must remember that if anyone dares to preach to others privately, it will degrade your soul to the eighteenth layer of hell, and there will be no place for reincarnation for eternity. ”

Li Chunqiu's voice was very soft, but the three of them could feel the solemnity.

Eighteen layers of hell, a place where there is no reincarnation forever, the three of them don't know what place it is, but they might as well imagine it.

It must have been a terrifying place.

"Remember, disciple!"

The three of them bowed their heads.

The tone was respectful and respectful, and he did not dare to be contemptuous in the slightest.

Li Chunqiu nodded lightly, and then a flame seemed to ignite in his indifferent eyes.

A voice like a thunderbolt rang out.

The fog in the courtyard seemed to turn into a vision.

In the clouds and mist, Zhao Xicheng stood quietly behind Li Chunqiu, holding a pen in one hand and a bamboo slip in the other.

As Li Chunqiu said, he has been the recorder since then.

"The cultivator, the creation of heaven and earth, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon, is the law of rebellion against the fate of the living. ”

"In this way, those who want to seek only transcend heaven and earth, heaven and earth are destroyed but I am immortal, and all beings are immortal and I am immortal. ”

The sound of Huanghuang Tianyin shook everything, and also shook the hearts of Zhao Zheng and the three people.

Immortality and immortality.

This is the most moving Tao, beyond everything in this world.

It's enough to drive the nobles of ownership crazy.

Speaking of this, Li Chunqiu's voice changed.

"However, the avenue is long, the calamities are endless, and those who want to fail to achieve it abound, and on the avenue, there are dry bones everywhere. ”

In an instant, it seemed that the entire courtyard had turned into a mountain of bones, and the skeletons had become a mountain, and there seemed to be countless unwilling shouts.

"Cultivators, fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people, fight with robbery, if the number of calamities passes, and live with the sky, the calamity is not enough, the body dies, and there is no such fair thing in the world. ”

And the next moment, the scenery changed, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were angry, the ghosts and gods were frightened, and endless calamity came.

In the courtyard, the long wind blows and the clouds are shrouded.

However, Zhao Zheng did not have the slightest fear, he bowed and said:

"This is the extreme of heaven and earth, Master, Zhao Zheng is willing to take this as the main thing, and cultivate ten thousand ways. ”

"Cultivating all the ways?"

"Thou shalt know all things proficiently, and all kinds of lax principles. ”

"Well, you will know it in the future. ”

Li Chunqiu smiled again before continuing to speak:

"Where you cultivate, you should cultivate yourself, seek to attract qi into the body, and consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan. ”

"And those who cultivate themselves must know the meridians and acupuncture points of people, and the dragon of life and death of people. ”

Li Chunqiu casually cut off a willow branch that was as thick as an adult's arm, and the streamers between his fingers crossed, and the willow branch quickly turned into a human-shaped wooden figure, and then appeared on it one by one, and Li Chunqiu's words did not stop.

"There are fifty-two single acupuncture points around the human body, three hundred and nine double acupoints, fifty strange acupoints outside the meridians, seven hundred and twenty acupoints, one hundred and eight vital acupoints, and thirty-six dead acupoints. ”

When it comes to the words "life and death", it seems that the whole courtyard is constantly resonating.

The incomparable gravity pressed on the hearts of the people.

And there are more and more black dots on the puppet in Li Chunqiu's hand, and its name is engraved next to each black dot.

"However, there is also the introduction of qi into the body, the qi person, the spirit in the qi, the body person, and the body. ”

"In my courtyard, the mist that I see is the aura of heaven and earth, and you must refine it here."

"Then you should write down this diagram. ”

Li Chunqiu placed the puppet in his hand in front of Zhao Zheng, and for a moment, the vision in the entire courtyard stopped instantly.

The eyes of the three were already completely focused on the puppet.

"All the acupuncture points on them should be carefully recorded, and they should not be missed in the slightest. ”

"Obey the orders of the master!"

When the three of them raised their heads, Li Chunqiu had already disappeared into the clouds.

The three of them only saw an old man, who was holding a stack of bamboo slips and recording.

Zhao Xicheng, who wrote the pen, was full of thoughts in his heart, wasn't that immortal afraid of his learning?