It was another sunny day, and a loud bell rang in the Lingshan Sect.

As the bell rang, Feibaifeng, which was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly quieted down. All the disciples who were playing and playing obediently returned to their places and waited for the arrival of the Master.

Xu Liang also sat in the crowd, like the disciples around him, poking his head out, looking at the door of the school, but he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart.

The scene of sitting in the classroom waiting for the teacher to teach her like this made her feel like a world away.

But it's a lifetime away.

She really didn't expect that after leaving school for several years and breaking through the society for so long, she would not fall into that kind of fate, and she would be able to be a blessing in disguise and once again sit in the school as a student and enjoy the joy of being a student.

This master is a little late to come.

Xu Liang also retracted his outstretched head, rubbed his neck, which was already a little stiff and sore, and then straightened his waist and sat upright.

She stretched out her hand and looked at the textbook on the table, page by page, looking carefully, her eyes full of seriousness.

The disciple wearing blue-gray clothes on the side glanced at her inadvertently, and saw that she was dressed in a blue and white inner disciple robe, sitting upright, extremely serious, and sat up straight with a sense of calmness.

No one could have imagined that the most serious person didn't even know the words in the textbook......

Xu Liang also looked at the white paper and black ink, thinking secretly.

She didn't quite know what was going on with her, first of all, she could understand what the people around her were saying, at least most of them, but she couldn't speak at the moment...... It's not dumb, it's not that you can't pronounce.

The language here was not the one she was familiar with, and although she felt that the two seemed to be somewhat similar, it should be like Hokkien and Cantonese, Sanskrit and Tibetan, although like but different.

As for the text, not to mention, from the appearance, it looks a little like the writing of the Xiaozhen period after the early Chinese pictographic oracle bone inscription, there are differences, but the same thing is that she can't understand it.

Touching her nose, she didn't know why she could understand but couldn't speak, in short, she was not only dumb but illiterate now.

This master walked into the school with the smell of alcohol.

When he came, the two lumps of red on his face had not yet dispersed, and his steps were a little floating.

Xu Liang was also a little curious whether he was so light because of the light body of the immortal cultivator, or because the wine had not woken up yet.

The master stood behind the table, looked at the black pressure on the head below, stroked his gray beard, coughed heavily, cleared his throat, and said:

"As we all know, it is not easy to cultivate immortals, but since those here can enter Feibai Peak, it means that they are all qualified, if they can be diligent in cultivation and persevere, they will definitely be able to make breakthroughs in the future. The old man knows that although you are accepted in the same batch of sects, what you have learned before entering the sect is different, and the foundation is different, no matter what your level is, but I hope you can do your best in this class. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, his small eyes swept down, and he saw that most of the disciples were tilting their heads slightly, listening carefully, and his heart was slightly satisfied, and he continued:

"The course I teach is about the introduction to cultivating immortals, although it is some foundation, but if you can practice it well, you will definitely be able to gain something."

"What you are holding in your hands is the "Detailed Introduction to Cultivating Immortals" compiled by the sect especially for new disciples......

Xu Liang also heard this, picked up the pen on the table, and the ink was sharpened in advance by her before class.

She held a wolf brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few Chinese characters on the blank paper, "Introduction to Cultivating Immortals in Detail".

She has never practiced calligraphy, she is not easy to use, it is a little difficult to write, the handwriting is crooked, the size is different, and it looks quite embarrassing.

But she can't help it at this time, so let's make do with it first.

Although the master was full of wine, his thinking was clear, and he thought that the wine was sober, and he spoke very carefully, and the content on the "Introduction to Cultivating Immortals" was explained sentence by sentence, which inadvertently became Xu Liangye's translator.

It's just that although the master spoke carefully, the speed of speech was not slow, and the brush was too rusty, and the speed was naturally slow, and she was highly concentrated, and she didn't dare to stop for a moment in her hands, and her hands were so sore that she couldn't do it for a while.

Xu Liang also took advantage of the time when the master and his disciples recalled the deeds of the Lingshan Sect, and pondered in his heart how to get two handy pens.

Ballpoint pens are out of the question, pencils can be tried.

Clay or something is mountainous here, so you should be able to find it, and as for carbon graphite...... I think I can use some charcoal, right? It's just that if you take charcoal, it seems to turn into charcoal, can this thing work?

Maybe the time of earnestness always passes relatively quickly, and before you know it, it is time to get out of school.

Xu Liang's hands were sore, and he had a thick stack of drafts in his hand. This is just a chapter of knowledge, and such a little bit is just a drop in the ocean in the knowledge of cultivating immortals.

Glancing at the thickness of the "Introduction to Cultivating Immortals", I couldn't help but have a little headache, the words were too big to control, this was really a waste of paper.

Gotta get the pen out quickly.

Rubbing his wrist and cleaning up the things on the table, Xu Liang also stepped out of the Qisi Hall slowly.

Feibai Peak's school only holds one class a day, mainly teaching the basics of the introduction, and the rest of the time the disciples are led by the senior brothers and sisters of each peak or their master to learn spells and so on.

There is a semicircular stone platform extending outward at the halfway point of Feibai Peak, the stone platform is made of a whole stone that looks like granite, there are twenty or thirty square meters by sight, and a few cranes are parked on it, which are used by the disciples of the various peaks of the Lingshan Sect.

Now there was a big black bird parked on the edge of the platform, lazily squinting in the sun.

Xu Liang also walked straight to the stone platform after leaving the Qisi Hall, her movements were a little slow, and there were already many people in front of her when she came.

These disciples waiting here are all disciples on the peak far away from Feibai Peak, waiting to take the Flying Crane back.

The location of Liuyun Peak, where Xu Liang is located, is remote, and if she walks back, it will be really too difficult.

However, when she saw a piece of space on the stone platform from a distance, and the big black bird was so abruptly nested in the middle and no one dared to approach, she felt that it was really not a big deal compared to losing her legs and losing her life.

Before she could get closer, the bird opened its eyes as if it had a sensor, and stared straight at her, and it was so sharp that it couldn't be.

The female disciple who was waiting for the car next to her, who was not waiting for the crane, was startled by the black bird that suddenly stood up, causing a commotion.

……

Xu Liang also looked at the posture of the blackbird, and almost turned around and left, but because of the sharp and faint eyes that were still glowing with cold light, he stopped turning around, step by step, and walked towards the big blackbird with an extremely heavy heart.