A moment later, in front of the bamboo house, a group of voices were heard.

Su Chen turned around and looked, this was a group of people who were about the same age as him, and some people were younger than him.

A group of people on the opposite side also looked over to see Su Chen.

In one of the crowds, someone said, "There's a new guy here." ”

Su Chen was also a little surprised, there were more than a dozen people in a group, he walked over, after all, they were children, they were easier to get along with, and they talked to each other.

After learning that they were all new disciples, but they were selected disciples through layers of selection, unlike Su Chen's situation, a group of people had just started for a few days.

The sky slowly darkened, and Su Chen and this group of people slowly became familiar with each other.

In the evening, a Huashan Peak disciple brought food over, a group of people and children, eating and talking together, sitting on the table to eat, a group of three, a group of five, discussing what they learned today, a lot of things or what they plan to do tomorrow.

By dinnertime, it was already dark, and it was slowly late at night.

Late at night, Su Chen sat on the table in the room for a while, breathing slowly, gradually calming down, looking at the window slightly oblique, there was a faint moonlight, obliquely shining in, sprinkled on the ground, like frost and snow.

Su Chen didn't feel sleepy, opened the door, and walked out step by step.

There was silence all around, everyone else rested, and before they knew it, they kept moving forward!

His thin body kept walking, and when he reached the jungle, there was a faint sound of insects, one, two, low cuts, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkled on his body.

Su Chen turned around, looked up at the sky, the stars were dotted, the moon was in the sky, bright and bright, his eyes looked at the sky for a long time, and recalled many things, the warlock and the demon clan, grandfather and relatives in the village, sister, life is changeable, he was silent for a long time, swept away the temporary loss, and his eyes were extremely firm: "I must practice hard in the future, I will stand on the peak, and I will be able to control my own destiny." ”

In the next few days, Huadongyang never appeared again, and Su Chen became familiar with a group of almost children.

During this time, I gradually became familiar with the two books, "Taixuan Palace Catalog" and "Cultivation World Catalog".

Su Chen couldn't forget how to practice in his heart, but he didn't understand it, he didn't understand it at all, so he was at a loss.

As for the other children, like Su Chen, they had not embarked on the path of cultivation either, and they had just arrived.

I didn't know and shook my head, I couldn't say anything, I had only entered Huashan Peak for a short time, and I hadn't really embarked on the path of cultivation yet.

In the evening, the disciple who delivered the meal said that he could start his cultivation tomorrow.

Su Chen and a group of children were extremely happy, and when the day finally came, they couldn't help but be excited.

The morning glow was rising, the first rays of morning light shot through the mist, and they began to study and practice today, and they followed a Huashan Peak disciple, who was responsible for leading a group of them to a new disciple of the sect, and came to a blessed place for Huashan Peak to practice.

A group of outer disciples who have just started only a few words, talk to each other, Huashan Peak is strange in one, the scenery is beautiful, like a fairyland, the forest is stout, the fragrance of flowers is charming, the strange pine and strange stones, the sea of clouds hot springs, rare birds and beasts, countless, contaminated with aura, so that a group of people are relaxed and happy, and the spirit is refreshing.

A group of outer disciples couldn't help but sigh again and again, including Su Chen, it really deserved to be a blessed place for cultivation, the scenery was extraordinary, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, almost all of them saw the scenery in front of them for the first time, a paradise, a pure land.

Under a cliff called Daokong Cliff, after everyone came here, they felt quiet and natural.

Road empty cliff, thousands of zhang high, clouds and mist shrouded, the mountains are empty, illusory and ethereal, very quiet and no birds and beasts, thousands of zhang cliff stone carved a big "Dao" word, "Dao" word is afraid of a hundred zhang size, a distant view of a "Dao" word but has a kind of indescribable, unclear Dao rhyme, close view of the word "Dao" as if to make people feel, humanity is insignificant, the fairy road is boundless, here is by no means an ordinary place.

Even if the crowd has not yet stepped into the path of cultivation, a group of people also feel the big "Dao" word, they are a little touched in their hearts, Taixuan Palace is worthy of everyone yearning for the monk blessed land, only a word on the cliff, but there is a different rhyme, I don't know who carved this "Dao" word, it is very good.

There is a high platform under the word "Dao", there is a square under the high platform, a huge square, the ground is all paved with Yutian stone, Ambilight, bright light, there is an old man meditating on the high platform, the old man has white hair, radiant, like a fairy, sitting on it, closing his eyes and recuperating, the outer disciples below thought to themselves, the old man sitting on the high platform must be the elder Huashanfeng, the disciple of the teacher.

After the people met the elders, they sat cross-legged on the stone ground of Yutian.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes, looked at the outer disciples sitting down, and all of them were swept away, and the ancient well was not waveless, which was already a habit.

The old man said calmly: "There are many bumps in the road of cultivation, and the strong are not afraid of loneliness and loneliness. ”

The old man stared down, looked at all the outer disciples below, and asked, "What is cultivation, does anyone know?"

Almost all the outer disciples below didn't know, they looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and all of them shook their heads.

The old man said, "Cultivation is inseparable from one word at a time. ”

The old man asked, "What is the Word?"

At this time, a disciple from the outer sect below rushed to say, "I know, the Tao is Tao, and it is not the Tao. ”

The old man explained: "Yes, but not very comprehensively. Tao is the original power source for the generation of all things in heaven and earth. ”

Dao, Dao, Dao, Extraordinary Dao. The Tao is nothing, it is endless, it is unfathomable, it is all existing, and the origin is the return.

It is the root of all things, looseness, tranquility, and truthfulness, which is the theory of one-by-one family practice.

Su Chen asked suspiciously, "Where does the Taoist cultivation come from?"

The old man told about the cultivation of the family one by one, which originated from the Taixuan Palace's patriarch Taixuan Huang and handed it down, as for where it came from, it is impossible to verify it in later generations.

The old man looked at the group of outer disciples below and shouted, "Listen carefully, let's talk about the first step of cultivation." ”

Su Chen and the other beginner disciples all pricked up their ears, very seriously, and listened quietly.