"There are three elders from the Bitter Sea Realm in the outer mountains, including me, and more than a dozen teachers from the Burning Lamp Realm, who will hold classes in this preaching hall on a regular basis, and occasionally there will be elders from the inner mountains who will come here to give lectures.

The content may be useful to all new disciples, such as the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm and how to break through to the Qi Sea Realm, or it may only be useful to a small number of disciples, such as the refining of puppets, the refining of pills, and so on.

Therefore, except for the first class of Tomorrow Chen, where all new disciples must be present, the other classes are voluntary. ”

The white-robed old man looked at the bluestone lion at the door of the preaching hall and said.

"The management of the outer mountains is very relaxed, as long as you don't violate the door rules, you will stay in the house for a month and not come out, and no one will take care of you, after all, cultivation is your own business, and the only thing the sect can give you is cultivation resources and proper guidance. Dissolve on the spot now. ”

As soon as the words fell, the white-robed old man rose into the air, stepped on a white flying sword that flew at some point, and flew towards the inner mountain. In an instant, only a black dot could be seen.

The new disciples looked at the blurring black dot in the distance, and they were a little stunned that this hall of the outer mountain elder, the master of the Bitter Sea Realm did things so casually.

For a while, nearly 200 teenagers and girls were stunned and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, there were still people with active minds who guessed what the elder meant, and quietly walked away from the crowd and walked to the grass hut upstream with the intention of going early and still being able to choose.

After seeing the few people who were the first to break away from the crowd, they all guessed the meaning of the white-robed old man, and a large group of people walked upstream from the downstream of the stream.

The daily migration of new disciples between the upper and lower reaches of the creek is also a major scenery in the outer mountains of Fuhu Mountain.

The grass huts are located on a hillside, surrounded by several medicinal fields, planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and herbs used to refine medicine, and there are a few grazing goats and wagging tails next to the medicine fields. I think it's because I've lived in this immortal blessed land for a long time, and I've also been stained with a little fairy energy.

Most of the thatched huts on the hillside are empty, and only a few are currently inhabited. After all, those who can join Fuhu Mountain can be regarded as geniuses, and most of the batch three years ago have broken through to the Qi Sea Realm. As for the people who joined Fuhu Mountain earlier and still lived in this thatched hut, there were only two or three of them.

Each thatched hut has a separate courtyard, separated by a courtyard wall. Yan Fang and Mo Sisi chose two adjoining courtyards near the medicine field and away from the stream.

Pushing open the courtyard door, I found that the small courtyard was very clean, there were no fallen leaves on the ground, and the stone benches were spotless. The same is true in the house, which can be called spotless. Presumably, there must have been a special servant who cleaned it inside and out beforehand.

Yan Fang put down his luggage, leaned on the door frame and looked at the environment in the room, quite satisfied.

The actual space was much larger than he expected, and it was called a cave. The furnishings in the house are not gorgeous, but they are all new.

Yan Fang roughly sorted out his luggage, sat down cross-legged on the wooden bed, and began to practice. I was surprised to find that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force in this grass house was much richer than that of the outside world, and it must have been the intention of the senior masters of Fuhu Mountain for the new disciples to get twice the result with half the effort in their cultivation.

...

Cultivation is the best way to pass the time, it is difficult to feel the passage of time in the process, and it has been five hours since Yan Fang woke up from his meditation, and the sky has already been completely dark, the moon is obscured by clouds and mist, and only a few stars scattered in the sky can be seen vaguely.

Yan Fang opened the door and found a meal outside the house that had already been cold. Presumably it was sent by a servant from the outer mountains. After a few casual bites, he put it down and found a bamboo chair to cool off in the small courtyard.

Perhaps it is the immortal spirit of the immortals of Fuhu Mountain, and the chirping of the cicadas perched on the big locust tree in the corner of this courtyard is particularly pleasant, at least compared with the same kind on the jujube tree in front of the Cuiming Tower in Yuezhou City.

Yan Fang squinted and lay on the bamboo chair, listening to the melodious sound of cicadas, smelling the fragrance of jasmine wafting from the flower field outside the small courtyard, and gradually fell asleep, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was talking in a dream, but there was a melody between the lines: "What a beautiful jasmine flower, fragrant and beautiful full of branches..."

This night, Yan Fang dreamed of a cart of jasmine.

....

By the time Yan Fang woke up from his dream, it was already the early morning of the next day, and the clouds and mist on the horizon had dispersed, revealing a touch of gold that pierced the sky.

Yan Fang struggled to open his misty eyes, propped himself up by holding on to the handle of the bamboo chair, and found that the cloth robe behind him was already soaked, presumably wet by the night dew.

At this time, there was a crisp knock on the door outside the small courtyard, and when the courtyard door was opened, as Yan Fang expected, it was Mo Sisi, who lived next door.

The girl in a blue dress looked at the young man in front of her who was wet and his eyes were misty, and the bamboo chair that was still in the yard not far away was a little surprised, and asked, "Yan Fang, did you sleep in the yard yesterday?"

"Well, I'm going to change into a clean cloth robe. Yan Fang yawned in response, and turned around and walked towards the house.

"Poof"

The girl couldn't help but smile as she looked at the boy's soaked back.

...

By the time Yan Fang and Mo Sisi arrived at the preaching hall, there were already more than 100 disciples in the hall, either sitting on the ground or standing with their hands in their hands. In the middle of the main hall was a rosewood table, and a handsome white-haired man in a purple robe sat at the table, looking at the hourglass on the table.

After about a stick of incense, the last bit of sand in the hourglass was gone.

The white-haired man, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke:

"Disciples who enter the main hall from now on will be counted as late, and ten contribution points will be deducted from each person.

Let me tell you what the contribution point is, in layman's terms, similar to the currency in the world, except that this currency is not circulated in the form of gold and silver, and is only used in Fuhu Mountain.

When you stay in Fuhu Mountain for a long time, you will understand the importance of contribution points. Contribution points are required to buy magic weapons, weapons, elixirs, and even rent caves.

As for how to earn contribution points, it is in the form of receiving tasks, on the left side of the mission hall is the Tianji Palace, and a variety of tasks will be released every day, both difficult and easy, and you can get the corresponding contribution points by taking the task and completing it within the specified time.

You just come now, the sect will reward you with thirty contribution points, of course, those who are late will only have twenty points, and you need to earn more contribution points yourself. ”

The white-haired man looked at the new disciples in front of him who seemed to understand but did not understand with a smile, and continued to speak: "I will talk about the contribution points like this, and then I will talk about some things to pay attention to in the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm and breaking through to the Qi Sea Realm.

There is actually nothing to talk about in the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm, if you can enter Fuhu Mountain, it means that the qualifications are okay, and after this class is over, you can go to the library to have a look, borrow a book of exercises suitable for your Qi Condensation Realm or use the previous ones.

I would like to emphasize one point, that is, after reaching the tenth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm, don't rush to break through to the Qi Sea Realm, the degree of accumulation in the Qi Condensing Realm determines the size of the Qi Sea in your body after you break through to the Qi Sea Realm, and the size of the Qi Sea directly affects how far you can go on the path of cultivation.

In each session, there is no shortage of disciples who have broken through to the Qi Sea Realm before they are fully prepared, and although these people are extremely talented, they are in a hurry to succeed, and they fail to lay a solid foundation in the Qi Condensing Realm, and in the end, they waste their great talents. ”

When the white-haired man spoke, his eyes kept staring at the python-robed man, the blind boy and a dozen or so people, with the strength of his Bitter Sea Realm, he could naturally see at a glance that these disciples had already reached the tenth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm, and a few of them could even break through to the Qi Sea Realm at any time, and his words were mainly for these people.

As soon as the words fell, a handful of floating dust appeared out of thin air, and this very young looking master of the Bitter Sea Realm jumped lightly, and actually stepped on the floating dust and rode away in the wind.

Only one sentence remained: "Everything that should be said has been taught, the first class is over, and everyone disbands on their own." ”

Everyone looked at the white-haired man's distant back, and thought to themselves: "Are these seniors so chic and free, come and go as they please?"

...

After Yan Fang and Mo Sisi finished this class, they did not go directly back to their residence like most people, but went to the small library. The two of them have a sixth-layer condensation and a seventh-layer condensation, and their cultivation is relatively average among the new disciples, and the exercises they practiced before are not very suitable, so they thought about coming to the library to borrow a suitable exercise.

The small library building is a two-story building with black tiles and white walls, and the person in charge is an old man wearing a black cloth robe who looks like a Confucian student.

Under the guidance of this old scholar, the two of them went up to the second floor, and the bookshelves next to the stairs were full of cultivation methods of the Qi Condensation Realm, with nearly a hundred books.

"Qingfeng Finger Record, Taishang New Edition, Quenching Body Record, Futu Sutra..."

Yan Fang looked at the various cultivation methods on the bookshelf, and was a little dazzled.

After spending an hour comparing and choosing between them, I chose a book of exercises that were not sharp, but focused on laying a solid foundation.

"The water is injected. ”

....