Early the next morning, Dongfang Luo'er changed into the white Taoist robe of the sect disciple and walked out of the bamboo building, and saw that the other monks in the bamboo building also walked out, stepped on the flying sword and flew to the open space under the valley to gather, Xuantian was already standing there waiting, watching the disciples fly over and stand in front of him after saluting.

After Dongfang Luo'er explained that Xiaoqing had cultivated well, he stepped on the flying sword and flew down, and after saluting, he walked to the side of the Dream Immortal who had arrived in advance.

After the new disciples arrived, Xuantian cleared his throat and said, "From today onwards, the time to study the scriptures in the sect is one month, and the location is the Guangling Hall of Feixian Island, naturally there will be powerful monks in the sect to teach you, now set off with me." ”

"Wait, I'm sorry, I'm late!" At this moment, a cute girl flew out of the bamboo building, and after landing on the ground, she hurriedly saluted Xuantian, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I'm up late!" ”

Xuantian glanced at her and said: "The sect stipulates that you can't be late for any important occasion, otherwise there will be a heavy punishment. ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xuantian." The girl smiled brightly and walked into the group.

Xuantian glanced at the team again, stepped on the flying sword and flew out, the other monks followed, and the group flew out of Caixia Island and headed for Feixian Island on the six major islands in the distance.

Feixian Island, as its name suggests, is full of fairy spirit, the scenery is like a dream, there are gorgeous and huge palace complexes, all of which are places where the scriptures are taught in the church.

The group flew to a grand palace, and there was a plaque hanging in the hall with the three words of Guangling Hall engraved uprightly.

After asking everyone to stop, Xuantian said, "The palaces around here are all places where the scriptures are taught in the church. Don't make a lot of noise, otherwise you will be severely punished, you are all new disciples, this rule must be kept in mind, now follow me in! "Managing these new disciples is not an easy task, especially since there are a few disobedient masters.

After entering the Guangling Palace, the purpose is the neatly arranged tables, as well as the simple and elegant furnishings in the main hall, and the front of the hall is a platform that is more than one person higher than other tables, and there are three tables on it. A couple of futons. It's still empty at the moment.

Xuantian said to them, "The first four rows are your seats, go ahead!" ”

These new disciples are used to being free outside, and these rules make a few of them mumble a few words in dissatisfaction. Xuantian frowned. Nothing was said. New disciples must have a period of time to adapt when they first arrive, and it depends on whether they can calm down and cultivate well.

Dongfang Luo'er walked to the third row and found a seat and sat down, and Feng Liuyun sat down in front of her unceremoniously. Mengqixian and Hualang were both sitting not far from her, and it didn't take long for the seats in the first four rows to be basically filled.

There is a low table in front of everyone, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and an incense burner, a set of tea sets, Dongfang Luoer sat on the futon, lifted the lid of the incense burner, lit the sandalwood inside, and then covered it, it is worthy of the subtleties of the sect can be seen, the corners of her mouth are raised, especially a set of exquisite tea sets, she picked up a cup and played with it in her hand, raising her eyes to look at the people around her.

Some people were impetuous, sat down and took out the flying sword to wipe it, some meditated directly, and some talked in a whispered voice, Xuantian walked to the futon in a corner of the podium at this moment and sat down, took out a jade slip to read the contents.

Dongfang Luo'er glanced at the door a few times, I don't know who the monks who will be preaching the scriptures?

At this moment, an old man with white hair walked into the hall, he walked in slowly from the road left in the middle of the main hall, his eyes were upright and peaceful, people couldn't help but admire, and the monk who was talking quietly also stopped and sat upright, not daring to deviate, and saw Feng Liuyun, who was used to sitting without sitting and relaxing, also sat upright, with a serious expression.

Dongfang Luo'er watched the old man walk all the way to the stage, and then sat down in the middle seat, without raising his head, took out a scripture casually, and said: "Today's old man wants to teach the Tao Te Ching, every word I speak, you have to write it down, figure out the artistic conception, understand?" ”

"Yes." The disciples in the audience replied in unison, and then they all picked up the brush, but some of them were masters who were used to holding flying sword magic weapons, and they didn't know how to take this brush because it was small.

Dongfang Luo'er didn't understand calligraphy in his previous life, but he didn't draw a lot of spiritual runes in his first life, and these words are not difficult.

The old man read slowly on the stage at this moment, and the monks in the audience were writing carefully, and they didn't know if the old man had the intention, the speed of this lecture made many monks feel drowsy, and the artistic conception of the scriptures could not be comprehended!

Dongfang Luo'er did not slack off in the slightest, she remembered the artistic conception of the old man's words, and although the old man's speed of preaching was slow, but the professor's whole thing was in the words he read, and the monks who comprehended it became more and more serious, and they naturally felt bored if they didn't understand!

The scriptures are not only listened to but also written in the pen, if the pen is like a god, the momentum and spiritual power will be integrated with the word.

Dongfang Luoer thought that there was no difference between drawing talismans and calligraphy, but one wrote a word and one wrote a talisman seal, but it was not the same, she felt a different artistic conception every time she wrote down a word, although this comprehension was only in a moment, but she also made her perceive, so she carefully wrote down the scriptures she heard on paper, remembered them in her heart, and read the scriptures in her heart over and over again, and every flashing artistic conception was captured by her.

Meng Qixian raised his eyes and glanced at Dongfang Luo'er, but he didn't expect Dongfang Luo'er to learn more seriously than him, on the other hand, Hualang and Youlan lacked some, as for Xiao Han, it would be good if he could learn to hold a pen!

In this way, half a day passed, the old man stopped and closed his eyes as if he was sleeping, Dongfang Luo'er and they also had time to rest, but no one dared to make a loud noise, mainly because there was a new disciple who fell asleep before, and he woke up and shouted loudly before he had any dream, and he was taken out of the Guangling Hall by Xuantian and whipped several times, it was useless to resist with the whip and spiritual power, and the red whip marks were left after a beating, and these new disciples who were originally loose and scattered were all suppressed, and they no longer dared to slack off.

Youlan sat down, took out some pastries and put them on Dongfang Luo'er's table, "Seeing that you write so seriously, let's eat something!" I'm going to sit until the sun goes down, and my neck is a little sore now! She shook her neck as she spoke, and don't blame her, she had never written scriptures in her house like she did today.

Dongfang Luo'er nodded, put down the pen and smiled at her, "Thank you, Sister Youlan, let's eat together!" She casually took out two spirit fruits, and the two of them ate them together.

Feng Liuyun turned around and quickly took a spirit fruit with his hand, "It's just right, Ben Zhenjun is also hungry, and those who see it have a share." ”

Youlan glanced at him, and stretched out her hand to him, "Is the true monarch of the Yuan infant still short of food?" Come back. ”

Feng Liuyun quickly took a few bites and put the kernel in her hand, "Here, fierce girl." ”

Dongfang Luo'er suddenly smiled, Youlan raised her eyebrows and couldn't get angry, picked up the pastry and ate, "Luo'er, your friend is really annoying." ”

"Don't be angry, it's not beautiful to be angry, I still have a lot here!" Dongfang Luo'er took out a few more fruits, gave her one, and gave the rest to Mengqi Immortal, the three of them really gathered around a table to rest and eat, but they were very happy to accept it! (To be continued......)