"Brother Chen, have you improved your cultivation again?"

Chen Heng had just opened his eyes when he heard Xiaobai's smile that seemed to be even more pleased than him.

Feeling the situation in his body, Chen Heng smiled slightly and said, "There is no progress in cultivation, but I just have integrated the perceptions I have had in recent days." ”

Xiao Bai floated up from the bed and said: "That is also the improvement of strength, cultivation is originally a process of accumulation over time, many people don't even know what they are good at, Brother Chen is already very powerful." ”

Chen Heng smiled slightly, Xiaobai is always so understanding, no matter who is with him, he will feel very comfortable, no wonder Su Ling likes him so much.

The two went to the stream to get some water, and after washing, it was already dawn, and after calling Su Fan and a few people, they walked along the mountain road to the canteen.

Maybe it's because they have just entered the mountain gate, and the other registered disciples will be more or less restrained, so although Chen Heng and them got up relatively early, there are not a few who are earlier than them.

Walking up the mountain road, it is natural to run into other registered disciples from time to time on the way.

They had witnessed Chen Heng's strength with their own eyes yesterday, and when they saw him, they all showed a look of admiration.

In this world, powerful people are always the most respected.

Although Meng Anbao and Chen Heng were tied, because his personality was too domineering, few people were willing to take the initiative to get close to him, but it was Chen Heng, and someone would come forward to greet him from time to time.

At the top of the mountain, the banner belonging to the ranking of the outer disciples stretched out in the wind, and a hundred names were densely arranged on it.

And the hundredth place that was originally empty has been filled in with the name of "Chen Heng".

Looking at Chen Heng, everyone's eyes were different again.

This ranking is determined by the sect internally, that is to say, Chen Heng can attract the attention of the sect more than Meng Anbao.

Although the name on the banner is not permanent, as long as it is witnessed by the elders of the sect, anyone can challenge those people, and as long as they win the battle, they can replace the opponent's ranking.

But no matter what, at present, Chen Heng's strength in the top 100 of Dongling Peak is already solid, compared to these registered disciples who have just started, they are already in the lead.

Meng Anbao stood under the flag, saw Chen Heng coming, glanced at him, snorted heavily, his eyes were puzzled and angry, but also disapproving and disdainful, and turned his head and left.

Perhaps in his heart, he has always thought that Chen Heng is not as good as him, regardless of strength or assessment ranking. So when he saw that Chen Heng had actually won the only place on the list of the registered disciples, he would naturally be very concerned in his heart.

But if he had doubts in his heart, he could only protest to the sect, but it was useless to trouble Chen Heng.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, Ming Wei was already waiting there, and everyone had breakfast and followed Ming Wei to the lecture hall.

All the main halls of Dongling Peak are in the depths of this peak square, and the distance from the canteen is naturally not far, through a long corridor, around to the right side of the main hall, the penultimate room is.

The lecture hall is not smaller than the canteen from the façade, a huge hall door, and a plaque with the words "lecture hall" hanging on it.

The red wall of vermilion lacquer is magnificent.

Crossing the threshold, the style inside is very different from the canteen, surrounded by snow-white walls, more than a dozen huge Optimus Primes stand in all corners, the whole hall is empty and open, full of antique atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, dozens of outer disciples were sitting on the futon, silently waiting for the arrival of the master, even if Ming Wei brought all the registered disciples into the hall, it did not attract their attention.

In front of these outer disciples was a platform three steps high, on which was placed a table with paper and pencils, and no doubt that this was where the teacher who gave them a lecture sit.

Ming Wei whispered to everyone: "You sit next to those senior brothers, just listen to the lecture quietly for a while, and don't think about the rest." ”

Chen Heng and the others nodded, one by one, and sat down on the empty futon behind those outer disciples, and Ming Wei walked to the last empty futon left at the front and sat down cross-legged.

The lecture hall was quiet, no one made a sound, and the atmosphere seemed a little serious.

The new registered disciples, under the rendering of this atmosphere, did not dare to come out one by one, let alone talk to each other, learning from the appearance of the senior brothers, closing their eyes and recuperating, and waiting quietly.

After a while, with a slight sound of footsteps, an elderly man who seemed to be in his fifties appeared in front of everyone.

The old man was dressed in a red robe, with short gray hair, rosacea, small eyes, and not tall, no matter how he looked at it, he belonged to that kind of very inconspicuous appearance.

But the faint red glow that occasionally flashed between the opening and closing of his small eyes seemed to have a breathtaking power.

The red-robed old man came to the table on the platform and sat down, and from beginning to end, no one made any sound.

And the red-robed old man didn't have any opening remarks, glanced at the people below, and found that no one was absent, and his eyes didn't stop on the registered disciples, so he directly started his own teaching course.

It's just that he didn't take special care of the registered disciples, starting from the first basic course, but continuing with his last explanation.

At this time, almost all the registered disciples were stunned.

Those who need to enter the True Martial Sword Sect in the form of assessment, except for a very few special groups, are almost like Chen Heng, who have not received much systematic cultivation, so what the red-robed old man explained is tantamount to listening to the Book of Heaven for them.

Just a few words made their eyes dizzy and their heads swollen.

Of course, at this moment, they naturally couldn't protest, and they didn't have the guts, so they could only sit there helplessly, forcibly not letting themselves fall asleep.

However, some of these people have been exposed to some theoretical knowledge, although it is difficult to understand for a while, but they memorize it by heart, and slowly comprehend it later.

Among these people, Chen Heng is naturally one of them.

He hadn't been exposed to any theoretical knowledge, but he was as smart as he was, and of course he could see that what the red-robed old man said was useful, otherwise how could the outer disciples sitting in front of them be fascinated by it?

And among these registered disciples, Meng Anbao was the one that caught Chen Heng's attention the most, not because Meng Anbao was currently his competitor, but because Meng Anbao was the only one who didn't show a blank look.

He frowned suddenly, and suddenly suddenly, it seemed that he could fully understand the words of the red-robed old man.

Everyone around was drowsy, and only a few people were forced to listen carefully.

Even if he was as smart and careful as Xiaobai, he felt obscure and incomprehensible for a while, and turned his head to look at Chen Heng beside him, but found that although he frowned, he listened carefully, so he didn't bother him.

In the past two hours, it was definitely a kind of torture for these named disciples.

The ears kept buzzing, but the topics that came in were as dry and incomprehensible as a book from heaven, and I couldn't fall asleep if I wanted to, let alone leave. Later, some people even quietly began to cultivate.

This lasted for two hours, and when the time came, the old man in the red robe stopped halfway through his words, and he didn't even want to say a word, let alone look at the people below, and left the lecture hall by himself.

At the same time, those named disciples were relieved as if they were under amnesty.

This is the end of the morning class, even Chen Heng felt that there was a fog in the clouds, in addition to remembering the explanation of the old man in the red robe in his heart, he couldn't grasp the key point at all, and he didn't know if the time in the morning was wasted.

The red-robed old man left, and those outer disciples also got up one after another, bowing their heads and pondering, while slowly leaving the lecture hall, as if they had not seen others.

As soon as Chen Heng raised his head, he happened to see Qin Rui who he met in the cafeteria yesterday, he was not as thoughtful as other outer disciples, he just glanced at all the registered disciples, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

However, when Chen Heng thought that he was going to step forward to find fault, Qin Rui did not make any further movements, but instead accelerated his pace and walked out.

At this time, Ming Wei also walked over from the front, looked at the group of registered disciples, and finally fixed his gaze on Chen Heng, smiled slightly, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Chen Heng smiled slightly bitterly and said, "In the clouds, I don't know why at all. ”

Ming Wei smiled and said, "You don't know whether your luck is good or bad, Ji Lao's course is only once a week, which we can't even look forward to." It's just that for you, it's really more difficult, but it doesn't matter, learn more basic knowledge in the future, and you will be able to adapt slowly. ”

Although his words were addressed to Chen Heng, he was telling all the registered disciples, and after a pause, he said: "Ji Lao's class has always focused on the key points, and there is no distinction between high and low strength. Not to mention you, even many brothers and sisters from the outer sect are incomprehensible. However, other division commanders are different, and they will teach each person according to their level and aptitude. ”

Hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, if every day was like today, I am afraid that when they came to the True Martial Sword Sect, they would not be cultivating, but wasting their time.

"Okay, don't be discouraged, on the right side of the lecture hall, is the library of the sect, which will be open every afternoon after lunch. In your capacity, you can find information in the basic theory area on the periphery, and there are all kinds of people from all sides, as long as you are interested, you can go after eating. Now let's go to the cafeteria to eat first, and don't forget the rules of the cafeteria, which are outdated. ”

Ming Wei's words made Chen Heng's eyes light up, what he lacked most now was that he didn't understand the basic knowledge of all aspects, this library was definitely a treasure trove for him.

After lunch, regardless of whether they were interested in books or not, all the registered disciples followed Ming Wei to the library.

After all, in the future, they will live in Dongling Peak for a long time, at least they have to know about each place.

What's more, the True Martial Sword Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and the classics left behind are definitely not something that can be seen by the outside world, maybe there is really something suitable for you there.

Compared with some disciples who have the mentality of visiting, Chen Heng is full of expectations, for a person who doesn't know anything, no matter which aspect of the book is very beneficial to him.

Soon, they came to the library, and at a glance they saw rows of bookcases, neatly placed with all kinds of books, as Ming Wei said, all sides, and even a separate sign hung on the bookcase.

ps: Happy National Day, book friends, on this festive day, Sky Wolf also begged for a reward for a monthly pass. Ha ha~