After the introduction of the seniors, Zhang Mo has basically understood the situation, and the disciples of the auxiliary sect are all interested in pure theoretical knowledge, and they think that fighting and killing are all barbarian things. Zhang Mo knows that this is actually caused by the general trend, the cycle of cause and effect, hundreds of years ago, the auxiliary door was still very violent, and the effect of playing auxiliary on the battlefield was very good, but the casualty rate was too high, and it was always targeted.

Cause and effect cycle!

Zhang Mo's mind rippled like still water, and the list of courses in his hand seemed to be a withered leaf, gently spread out in his palm—a plain white paper with a few lines of handwriting on it. The ink on this paper is like an invisible net, about to firmly capture his time in the next year.

"First year, scripture lessons."

Zhang Mo sighed secretly in his heart, this list of courses, it is very nervous to say that it is nervous, and it is really loose to say that it is loose.

There is only one month of coursework taught by the teacher himself, and the rest is all self-study.

Half a year's exam, the year-end exam, this kind of loose teaching, is a great test of the monk's self-control. Those who fail the test will be waiting for three months of hard labor – no easy task.

I say nervous because for immortal cultivators, it takes a long time. The powerful person of the 'god level' can live for ten thousand years, and in a year's time, on the long road of cultivating immortals, it is like a dew drop in the morning light, fleeting. The looseness lies in the fact that in this year, in addition to the initial tutor's teaching, it is a vast sea of self-study time.

Self-discipline has become one of the most important qualities of immortal cultivators.

The night is dark, and the canopy outside the window is like a deep picture. The stars twinkled, as if they were the laws of heaven and earth, guiding the immortal cultivators forward without words.

Zhang Mo took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, and although he felt emotion in his heart, it was more about the desire for the future and the awe of cultivation.

Scripture Annex.

Located in the lush bamboo forest, it is quiet and solemn, like a picture of the ancient charm of the south of the Yangtze River. Flowers bloom in the park, a fish pond ripples with blue waves, and a few goldfish shuttle freely in the water, flashing golden light with the refraction of the sun.

This hall is empty and deep, as if it can accommodate the voices of hundreds of people, but it is silent, only a few students sit on the futon. The antique walls are hung with banners with strong brushwork, and each stroke is the condensation of the wisdom of the past.

The disciples sat cross-legged or kneeling, waiting for the arrival of the teacher, and the air was filled with the unique aroma of ink and paper, which was almost a sacred smell in the immortal cultivation world.

Zhang Mo entered the lecture hall later, and saw that there was an empty futon next to Wei Changji, so he sat down next to him, and looked at the other four students suspiciously, not from their class, I had never seen them.

Two men and two women, one boy is strong and sturdy as a mountain, with the word "Wu" in red on the cuffs, and the other boy has an elegant face but a cold expression, and the cuffs are embroidered with the word "Dao".

A girl has a goose egg face, black silk hanging her shoulders, wearing aqua green satin, and the cuffs are cultivator "Wu", and you can also feel the vigor of the warrior from her.

The other girl has a skin like snow, very watery, melon seed face, a little whiter than Qiao Yu, and the cuffs are embroidered with "Dao", these four people have extraordinary temperament, with arrogance and disdain, the four of them talk and laugh, as if the others do not exist.

Wei Changji looked at Zhang Mo and was puzzled, and urged him to whisper in his ear: "It's the martial artist and the Dao Fa who came here to cultivate." ”

Zhang Mo understood, nodded, and whispered: "It looks like it's not easy to get along with."

Wei Changji smiled and snorted like a mosquito: "They are all very arrogant, saying that our auxiliary students are too rubbish, and we have no choice but to do so, and those who are sent by the door to cultivate part-time, don't provoke them, we can't afford to provoke them." ”

Zhang Mo nodded.

After a while, Ji Chen put his hands behind his back, looking like an old pedant, and he was actually coming to class.

The top five of the 36 main rankings?

This estimate is really a joke, after all, these vein masters have not tried in the ring, but according to reports, he is a powerhouse of the 8th level, Zhang Mo seriously doubts whether he is pretending to be old.

Gray hair, an ordinary person is 60 years old, but a person who cultivates the truth, the qi shifts the bones, and has already broken through the lifespan of ordinary people, and when he reaches the ground level, the lifespan can reach 1000 years old, and the heavenly level can reach 5000 years old, as for the god level, that Zhang Mo didn't know, and he didn't know if he asked Wei Fatzi.

Because there are few people at the god level, there are only a few people who have seen it.

"Follow me to worship Wenzu first" Ji Chen put on a full robe and walked to the offering table in a corner, and all the disciples followed.

Zhang Mo looked up, there was a row on the table, it was written "Wenzu Cangsheng", there were incense burners on the left and right, flowers and fruits, incense candles floating with green smoke, flowers and fruits were fresh, and a portrait of a character was pasted on the wall of the offering table: a portrait of an old man, with two eyes and four eyes, a hair shawl, and a shawl woven from leaves, although it was a portrait, it was solemn and solemn, and I felt that there was a sacred breath blowing in my face. Cangjie made words, so it is also appropriate to worship him as the ancestor, Zhang Mo muttered to himself.

After worshipping the statue of the patriarch, the formal class begins.

Ji Chen cleared his throat, looked at the four people who were cultivating part-time, and said, "The four of you are here to cultivate at the same time."

The four stood up and saluted.

"Then introduce yourself", Ji Chen said lightly.

The majestic boy bowed and said: "Disciple Situ Shuai, the giant power vein of the martial arts gate."

The elegant-looking boy bowed and saluted, and his voice was clear: "Disciple Hou Cang, Dao Famen Immortal Sword Vein."

The girl wearing the water-green satin said loudly: "Disciple Wen Qian, the sword lineage of the martial arts gate."

The girl with a charming face saluted slowly, and her voice was as soft as water: "Disciple Shui Zishu, Dao Fa Sect Water Xingmai."

Ji Chen glanced at the four of them, these four people are all at the peak of the foundation building, and it is estimated that it will not take long to break through, thinking to himself, they are all Junjie, and their talents are not comparable to those in the auxiliary gate.

He sighed and said, "Okay, sit down, today is the first lesson of the scriptures, the first lesson, we must recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors, and know how the scriptures came from, of course the scriptures are words, but they are not just words."

"It is said that Cangsheng looked up at the curved movement of the Kui star, looked down at the texture of the turtle's back, the claw marks of birds and beasts, the shape of the mountains and rivers, and the fingerprints of his palms, and was inspired by it," he said slowly, pacing on the podium while looking up at the roof, "according to the shape of things, hieroglyphs were created, and it is said that on the day the words were written, there were visions in the sky, and the sky was raining, and the ghosts were crying at night." ”

Ji Chen stood on the side of the lecture hall, standing upright like a lonely peak, his eyes swept over everyone, every gaze seemed to be able to analyze the soul, seeing that everyone seemed to be a little unconvinced, Ji Chen snorted: "I know what a pictogram is, it is the law of heaven and earth, seek the same qi, and call each other with the same image, so that the scripture war method can have great power." ”