Bian Ruoxuan was very excited the next day, and Mao Zheng got up from the bed, and Shen was making breakfast in the skylight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info found that her daughter woke up, Shen was a little surprised, "Xuanxuan, why did you get up, do you want to sleep for a while?" Bian Ruoxuan shook her head and refused, seeing that there was nothing in the kitchen that she could get her hands on, she moved her usual small bench and sat under the locust tree in a daze. Shen shook his head a little helplessly, that's it, her daughter has already measured the spiritual root, and it's up to her to do whatever she wants.

After breakfast, Shen took Bian Ruoxuan's hand and walked towards the clan school. Shen didn't go fast, and the mother and daughter enjoyed this rare leisure time. The place where they live and the ethnography can be said to be one south and one north, and they have to go through most of the families. Because her daughter's previous performance in literacy and arithmetic was really not outstanding enough, she didn't walk a distance, so Shen would stop and ask Bian Ruoxuan about the characteristics of the road she had just walked. What reassures Shen is that Bian Ruoxuan answers very methodically every time.

The Shen family was not able to send Bian Ruoxuan into the clan school, and she was stopped by the family guards at the door. In order to train the children in their independent thoughts, and in order not to let the children from the separate families feel too much difference, except for the children of the appropriate age, the husband in charge of lecturing, and some elders, no one else can enter the clan school without permission. Shen knew this rule, waved his hand with his daughter, watched his daughter walk through the door, and disappeared into the winding path with the person in charge of guiding her.

The guide was a middle-aged man, he didn't talk much along the way, and Bian Ruoxuan didn't speak rashly, so the two walked all the way in silence.

Since today is the first day of ethnic studies, the first place Bian Ruoxuan went to was not the classroom where classes would follow, but a place similar to a registration office. There are also elders inside, and they don't look young, so maybe the end is coming. After inquiring about Bian Ruoxuan's situation in detail, the elder took Bian Ruoxuan's identity jade plate and re-entered some information. At this time, Bian Ruoxuan knew that she was ranked twenty-seven among her peers in the clan, and there were those of the same age as her in the clan who were higher than her, and there were also those who were lower than her. Hearing this, Bian Ruoxuan asked particularly worriedly, "Elder, are there many clansmen who are higher than me?" ”

Bian Ruoxuan, who was relieved because of the elder's words, almost collapsed in her heart after entering the classroom and seeing the number of people. It's almost time now, and there are only twelve people in this classroom, plus she who just arrived, and there are no more than ten people in the classroom who are higher than her, which doesn't seem to be low at all.

For the newcomer Bian Ruoxuan, the people in the classroom didn't even raise their heads, they just ignored her. Bian Ruoxuan didn't know whether she should talk to them or not, so she stood awkwardly at the door for a while, and finally picked a corner seat and sat down. Bian Ruoxuan tried it with her hands and found that the table and chairs were clean, so she was relieved to put the things she received yesterday on the table. No one talks to her, in fact, she doesn't feel bored, after all, from birth to now, what she is best at is being in a daze.

Although Bian Ruoxuan was in a daze, she did not completely shield the outside world, and when Mr. walked in, she still woke up from the daze for the first time, and focused on Mr.

He stood behind the podium at the front of the classroom, and although his voice was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone in the classroom perfectly. After briefly introducing himself and letting more than a dozen little beans introduce themselves separately, the first lesson in ethnology entered the main topic.

The first class was not a lesson that Mr. just talked about it, but a very interactive and very important lesson - how to induce qi into the body. The class can be roughly divided into two parts, the first half is for the husband to explain what to do when inhaling qi into the body, and what special things need to be paid attention to, and the second half is to demonstrate the posture of meditation for them, and correct them one by one.

Bian Ruoxuan is very handy when doing this action, as if she has done this action thousands of times, and it has become her instinct to integrate it into her bones and blood. She was worried that she would be too eye-catching if she did too well, but at a glance, except for a few people, everyone else was doing very standard. In this way, the child who had been corrected by Mr. couldn't help but show frustration on his face, and a thin girl who looked smaller than Bian Ruoxuan pouted, and she was already about to cry.

Mr. should have encountered a lot of such situations, and opened his mouth in a very flat tone: "On the way to cultivate the truth, it is not who sets off first, nor who sets off faster, but who goes further." It is true that you are one step slower than these clansmen who have been taught how to meditate by the elders of the family, but this step is easy to catch up, but when you have the opportunity to worship the sect after six years, compared to ordinary people who are new to cultivation, you will take more than one step or two first. But ordinary people who surpass the children of the family are not a few in the cultivation realm. You should keep your original heart, and you must not rashly compare, because your Dao heart is lost, and you will destroy your own path. ”

Although the gentleman's tone was flat, the loss of the Dao Heart and the self-destruction of the cultivation path sounded too terrible, and the children in the classroom became serious, and even the tears of the little girl who was about to cry just now were retracted in fright.

There is also a reason why the gentleman said that the consequences were so serious. The children in this classroom are all the children of the family who have tested the three spirit roots and better spirit roots, and it is not surprising that they will become the pillars of the family in the future, and it is necessary to establish correct thoughts for them. Otherwise, why didn't he, a monk who had built a perfect foundation, retreat and prepare for the knot, but ran over to teach a group of children.

After everyone had met the requirements, the gentleman nodded with satisfaction. When he corrected his movements, basically no one made small movements, which shows that the concentration of this class of children is not bad, and he shouldn't have to worry too much. At the end of the class, Mr. taught everyone the breath induction formula. There is no superior or inferior mantra for qi induction, and there is only one mantra that has been handed down.

The homework of ethnology is not heavy, and after this class, the day's lessons are over. For the rest of the time, the disciples can choose to stay in the classroom to cultivate, and there will be hidden elders around to take care of them, and of course, they can also choose to go home to cultivate or do other things.

Bian Ruoxuan originally wanted to stay in the classroom, because her aunt had mentioned to her that the family study was almost one of the strongest in the entire family, and staying here would definitely be more conducive to cultivation. But after hearing that there were elders around her secretly guarding her, she suddenly dispelled this idea. I don't know why, when she thinks of someone secretly staring at her cultivation, she feels awkward all over her body. Therefore, after seven or eight people who were obviously dressed unusually walked out of the classroom, Bian Ruoxuan waited for a while before leaving the classroom with a little hesitation and walking in the direction of home.

Coincidentally, those seven or eight people were the ones she knew who were higher than her when she introduced herself, and most of them were a generation higher than her. Among them, there was also one who was three generations higher than her, and the clothes on that person's body, judging from her experience of accompanying her mother to deliver and exchange spirit beads many times, were definitely a magic robe of no low grade.