After soaking in potions for more than ten days, Yuan Chonghui felt that life was worse than death every day, and it was only after the last piece of Qiwu was used up that it was the end of the suffering. Although Yuan Chonghui suffered a lot, but also completely cured the dark disease in his body, after soaking, he felt a lot more refreshed all over his body, the original dull and boring feeling of the body was swept away, and people became more energetic than before, it seems that this hundred years of seven black is indeed magical.

After recovering from his injury, Yuan Chonghui followed Bao Danian back to Qidao Academy, a clear classroom, where more than 20 teenagers read in a high voice and a low voice, "Green and green willows, germinating in spring, astringent youth, early practice in the morning; not afraid of hardships and hardships, wash my soul; not afraid of hardships, strengthen my physique......"

In front of the lectern, an old man with gray temples was dozing off with his head propped up, and the corners of his mouth were dripping down, and the table top was wet.

When the teenagers saw Bao Danian and Yuan Chonghui, the sound of reading stopped invariably. "Why don't you read it?" The old man opened his eyes and asked. It seems that the sound of reading is the best lullaby, and it is difficult to fall asleep without this sound of reading.

"Master, you've come to your distinguished guest!" said the teenagers in unison, a title that was both intimate and respectful, and they usually called the teacher who taught the chair.

The white-bearded old man Huo Di raised his head, saw Bao Danian and Yuan Chonghui, stood up, wiped the hara on the corner of his mouth, and said: "The kid is deceiving people, what a distinguished guest, isn't it an old acquaintance!"

He walked out of the classroom and greeted the two, "It's here!" Then he turned his head and waved his hand at the teenagers: "That's all for this lesson, everyone is out of class!" The schoolchildren happily knocked on the table and hit the bench, and then dispersed and went to the playground to play.

Hongyu saw Yuan Chonghui in the classroom, and happily ran over and hugged his shoulder: "Boss, this time makes me want to kill you, I thought you weren't coming, I was about to run to find you!"

The old man was none other than Hong Qiaobei, the dean of Qidao Academy, who was thin and slender, with a weak and windy attitude, and a pair of deep eyes in his sunken eye sockets. Because he is too thin, he gives the impression that he is older than his actual age, but if you look closely, you will find that he has a delicate and upright appearance. As the head of the first institute, Hong Qiaobei personally taught children about the enlightenment education of the way of cultivation, which is really valuable. And Hong Qiaobei is one of Bao Danian's few chess friends, wine friends, and tea friends, and the two often play tea and chess together, so they are very familiar with each other.

Hong Qiaobei arched his hand to the bag shopkeeper: "Old Bao, I still have class, I'm sorry, you go to the living room to taste tea first, and I'll play a few games with you after class!"

The shopkeeper waved his hand: "I'll be busy with you first, I'll go around, your stomach is out of place, I'm still afraid that you will offend?" After speaking, he leisurely walked around with his hands behind his back.

The second class is the enlightenment class, Yuan Chonghui and they are about to graduate this year, so some of the monastic knowledge that should be taught still has to be taught, of course, this is also one of the children's favorite courses, after all, who in Lingxu doesn't want to become a monasticism power who calls the wind and rain, moves mountains and seas, scatters beans into soldiers, and wields a sword into a river?

Hong Qiaobei saw a pair of hungry eyes under the podium, first coughed, cleared his throat, as a prelude to the lecture, and then began to explain in a low voice: "Today we will talk about the way of civil and martial arts!"

"Master, it's better to talk about the knowledge of martial arts, what is there to talk about Wendao!" The children were affected by the decline of Wendao and the prevalence of martial arts at that time, and began to coax and make demands below.

Regarding the demands of these children who are not deeply involved in the world but are deeply affected by the current atmosphere, Hong Qiaobei's face turned pale, changed his usual amiable image, and became serious: "At a young age, you have narrow-minded and prejudiced concepts before you really embark on the path of cultivation, which is unacceptable, and it will greatly hinder your future cultivation path!"

Seeing the seriousness that Mr. Dean had never had, all the teenagers were stunned, and they didn't know which one Mr. Dean was playing today.

Hong Qiaobei is serious: "You all say that you like martial arts, but you don't like Wendao." So what is martial arts? Is it a punch to smash a good place, or a kick to turn the world upside down? Is it a shout and the opponent is scared and bows down, or is it to go to that station and make the opponent invincible and willing to bow down?"

Hearing this, the teenagers burst out laughing, diluting the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the classroom.

Hong Qiaobei continued to ask: "Then what is Wendao? Is it the tone of the voice when playing and singing, or the hypocrisy when dancing and writing? Is it the sweet words when the flowers are under the moon, or is it the trickery when strategizing?"

Hearing this, the teenagers all grinned and snickered again, knowing that Mr. Dean was alluding to the way of music, calligraphy, speech, and seeking in the way of literature.

Hong Qiaobei saw that his gimmick had an effect, and his words changed, and he began to inspire and teach: "The way of cultivating martial arts, those who are partial to literature are too soft, those who are partial to martial arts are too rigid; those who are too rigid are easy to break, and those who are too soft are easy to lose; Rigidity and softness are combined, both civil and military, and those who are good are also good!" Take the method of cultivation as an example, the inner breath and breath can be described as a text, the external gestures can be described as martial arts, the flow of ideas is a text, and the exploration of the divine sense is a martial art; when practicing boxing, thunderbolt fast boxing is called martial arts, and light and slow push can be described as a text. It can be said that the path of cultivation is the result of the melting of the law of civil and martial arts, and the softest is the most rigid, and the same is true of the rigid, otherwise how can there be a hundred steels turned into fingers and softness?"

The young people under the podium all opened their eyes wide, and their lips were all open, and their faces were full of disbelief! Why? Because this subverted their perception of the cultivation of literature and martial arts!

Seeing the looks of the teenagers, Hong Qiaobei was very satisfied with the effect of his lecture, and was secretly proud in his heart: Little rabbit cubs, I may not have the ability to deal with others, just your little hairy children who have not dried their milk, they are not ready to be caught!

For some high-level cultivators, his words may be regarded as a bluff, but for these children who have not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, it seems to be miraculous, Yuan Chonghui is even more drunk and obsessed, eating the marrow and knowing the taste, understanding the three flavors, without him, it is because he read the "Tao Te Ching" in his previous life, and there is something in common with what Mr. Dean said.

Hong Qiaobei spoke on a whim, gushing endlessly: "Take your favorite boxing as an example, any kind of boxing method can not do the continuous boxing, nor can it do the endless fist momentum of one punch, there must always be a cycle of punching, boxing, and then punching and then boxing, this cycle is the result of both rigidity and softness, civil and military! Let's talk about the piano that you don't like, when the piano is melodious and lightly played, it can turn into spring breeze and rain, attracting the song and dance of the warbler, but when the piano sound is poignant and high-pitched, it can be like a thunderbolt and lightning, killing people invisibly! It can be said that between the plucking of the piano master, you can wash the hearts of the guests, and you can also fall into the mortal dust, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the listeners are exhausted!

"Therefore, you can't despise Wendao because you like martial arts, nor can you easily give up martial arts because of your limited physique, the art of numerology thinks that 'the number of Dayan is fifty, and it is used to use nine, and one of them is gone', and the one that escapes is a variable, and there is hope to change numerology!" Hong Qiaobei summarized the explanation just now, and paved the way for the real purpose, thinking that he had a plan, "Let's focus on the book!"