Outside the bamboo building, there is a set of array plates that I bought for three thousand spirit stones in the Fang Market today.

Although there is rarely a danger of coming to the door in the sect, having a good defense also makes Cheng Zhaozhao feel more at ease living inside.

Chisato had already figured out a way to fall to the ground on her own, and when she came back, she flapped her wings and rolled up the hurricane and screamed at her.

After seeing the spirit beast meat that Cheng Zhaozhao took out of the storage bag, his fierce eyes instantly became flattering.

Cheng Zhaozhao used a room on the first floor of the bamboo building as a kitchen and purchased a set of kitchen utensils.

"Qianli, the fire has been lit, you see. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao pointed to a pile of dead leaves outside the courtyard and motioned for it to work.

Chisato swallowed his saliva, fluttered out obediently at the moment, and came back with a bunch of dead leaves with his wings in a short time.

Cheng Zhaozhao had already processed the spirit beast meat, quickly cut it into pieces, and fried it in oil. After a while, the fragrance overflows.

After making a few of the best dishes in the past, Cheng Zhaozhao and Qianli ate their first meal with peace of mind in the Cangjian Sect.

"Is it delicious?"

"Giggles. ”

"You can eat so well, you have to go on missions with me in the future. ”

"Giggles!"

"It's not good to be lazy. When you meet a dog, you have to go first. ”

"Giggle......"

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There are many disciples in the Firmament Pavilion, and they are also divided into several different echelons due to the different levels of education they have received and the progress of completing their coursework.

Of course, a new disciple like Cheng Zhaozhao, who had just entered the sect, was naturally classified as a D-level disciple at the bottom.

A crimson 'Ding' also appears in the margin on the reverse side of the identity token.

The D-level disciples have no choice in their homework, and can only follow the schedule arranged in advance by the deacons.

In this regard, Cheng Zhaozhao readily accepted.

The next day, he and Chang Le went to the Sky Pavilion together.

Before he reached the door of the dojo, Chang Le's expression was completely ugly.

Seeing Cheng Zhaozhao asking, he hurriedly whispered: "The seniors who came to the Taoist room to teach are all old-fashioned old men, and I don't understand most of what they say. If it weren't for the fact that your schoolwork was in the monastery today, I wouldn't want to come. ”

Chang Le is a C-level disciple, and after completing the second class of rites and arts, he has more leisure time to choose the rest of his coursework.

It is also because of her care for Cheng Zhaozhao that she chose to come here with her today.

Cheng Zhaozhao was grateful and thanked with a smile.

There were a lot of disciples in the Dao room, most of them were also as dying as Chang Le, and the disciples who sat straight in the front row were some of the younger disciples who joined the sect with Cheng Zhaozhao yesterday.

Chang Le led Cheng Zhaozhao to the middle row where she usually sat and sat down.

There is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.

There was a bell on the side of the door of the Dao room, and the disciple sitting on the edge stepped forward and struck it, and a crisp bell rang.

The disciples stopped talking.

A short time later, a monk with a solemn expression walked in.

Seeing that it was someone who came, a disciple in the back row let out a wail, and couldn't help but lie on the table and fall asleep.

"He is one true man. It is the oneness of all things, the oneness of all laws, the oneness of all things in one life, and the oneness of all laws in one life. Chang Le whispered, and silently spread out the rice paper on the table.

“...... Characters are the foundation of calligraphy and ink, and there are laws and norms...... When you first entered the Cangjian Sect, you must have just thought about using the sword as the way and practicing the chivalry of the sword, but chivalry is not just a long drive, if you can't even understand the mystery in the exercises, then how can you go further in the sword cultivation?"

This Guiyi real person went from words to righteousness, and slowly spoke for more than an hour.

Cheng Zhaozhao felt that what he said was very reasonable at first, but later, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he insisted on listening without a word.

Looking around, the Dao room was extremely quiet, and most of the disciples had slept peacefully.

Syllable!

The loud sound of a ring ruler slapping on the table woke countless disciples from their dreams.

Seeing that Guiyi Zhenren hated iron and steel, he looked at the disciples: "You can't teach your son! Today's homework is to write a hundred times without leaving a word for words, and those who can't finish writing are not allowed to debut in the debut room!"

Hearing this, there was a miserable wail in the hall.

The monk has an excellent memory, and he can memorize such a lesson after listening to it once. I just didn't listen to it, so I couldn't remember it.

Even Cheng Zhaozhao was embarrassed, she had already unconsciously wandered out of the world when she was behind.

"Come on, I'm glad I'm prepared!"

A disciple suddenly took out a sound transmission snail: "Does anyone want it, a sound transmission snail only costs ten merit points." ”

And this kind of operation?

Cheng Zhaozhao looked at it at the moment, it was a thin disciple, his eyes were rolling slightly, and his face was extremely shrewd.

He was not afraid of a real person's face, and immediately took a bunch of sound transmission snails and personally sent them to the disciples' seats.

"If Liu Fatzi is here, he will definitely be willing to be friends with him. ”

"Who is Fat Liu?" Chang Le also bought a sound conch from there.

"A Taoist friend who likes to set up stalls, now in Peakless City, I will introduce you to you another day. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

In order to be able to complete today's schoolwork, Cheng Zhaozhao was also ready to start one, and asked, "Is the spirit stone feasible?"

The disciple smiled and said, "Naturally, you are a new disciple, just five spirit stones." Just take it as a little bit of my brother's heart. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao thanked him, took the sound snail and put it to his ear, and there was a dull voice from Guiyi Zhenren inside.

Laying paper and grinding ink, Cheng Zhaozhao began to write word by word.

The hall became a little quiet again, except for the eager writing of the disciples.

Guiyi Zhenren walked around the Taoist room with his hands behind his back to look at the disciples' words, shaking his head and sighing from time to time.

When he saw the unsightly words of some disciples, the jade ring ruler in his hand knocked down, and the disciple screamed.

Cheng Zhaozhao hadn't had the opportunity to write like this for a long time since he left Daping Village.

At that time, she also wrote with the scholars like a child in the village. He is the only gentleman in the village, and the characters are naturally very good-looking, and he wrote the signboards of many shops in the village, the Spring Festival couplets for festivals, and even the plaques at the head of the village.

Therefore, when Cheng Zhaozhao wrote, most of them imitated him.

After the silence, Cheng Zhaozhao looked up, only to find that a real person who didn't know when was already standing in front of her table.

Chang Le had already shrunk his head and didn't dare to come out, afraid that he would come to see what he wrote.

Gui Yi Zhenren took the scroll of the process of Zhaozhao, frowned and looked at it carefully, and said, "What's your name?" Where is this teacher?"

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "In the past, Mr. Enlightenment in the village taught. Junior Cheng Zhaozhao. ”

Guiyi Zhenren put down her words again and said, "The words are excellent." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the real person." ”

Guiyi Zhenren tapped her desktop with a ring ruler or shook her head: "It's just that it's hard to draw the skin and the tiger, your words are vain and weak, and there is nothing to show for it." ”