The days of vacation always fly by, and obviously there are three days to get acquainted with the Immortal Courtyard, Meng Xiwen felt that he hadn't gone anywhere yet, and it was time to go to class.

Just after the hour, Meng Xiwen was woken up by Lan Ke, "Hurry up, Qingwu Courtyard will be named for morning exercises, and it will be recorded when it is late." ”

Meng Xiwen sat up in a daze and shook his head.

Seeing that Lan Ke had already changed his clothes, he was hurriedly dealing with his jet-black hair, tossing for a long time, combing his hair more and more messy, and finally tying things up indiscriminately.

Meng Xiwen looked funny, and also woke up, turned over and got out of bed, and reached out to help Lan Ke tie his hair. Then, neatly pack yourself.

Fang Zhier and Tu Xiaoqin on the other side also got up early, and several people went out together.

The morning exercise of Qingyuan Xianyuan is a homework that every student in the academy must do, which is used to temper muscles and bones and hone their will.

Freshmen like Meng Xiwen, who had not yet started cultivating, had to run around Qingyuan every morning after they arrived, and then practice the light-weight exercises a few times with the senior brother who led the team before it was over.

When you start practicing later, you need to do more meditation and meditation.

Standing in the courtyard, Meng Xiwen found that there were still many freshmen dressed in white, and there were about 100 people at a rough glance. Even if some of them were retaken in the last assessment, the number of students enrolled this year is quite large.

Because it was the first day of school, Senior Brother Anping and Senior Sister Fu Qiang, who had seen the last time in the robe, led the team and took the freshmen to run.

Not long after leaving Qingwu Courtyard, the originally lined up team began to slowly deform, quickly and slowly divided into several formations.

The two team leaders in front of them noticed the situation behind, Fu Qiang whispered something to An Ping, and saw An Ping continuing to lead the team, Fu Qiang slowly reduced his speed and followed behind.

Meng Xiwen was very relaxed with Anping, so he was distracted and turned his head to look at the situation on Senior Sister Fu Qiang's side.

Fu Qiang gradually fell to the end of the team, her right hand shook, but she took off a whip from her body, and she didn't see any movement, but she saw the whip tail fly into the air, making a crisp sound.

Meng Xiwen noticed that the group of freshmen at the end of the team was slowly raised, and even the panting sound was a little quieter.

The group in the middle saw that the people behind them were getting closer and closer, and they also quickened their pace. For a while, the team also returned to seven or eight points.

Tut-tut, senior sister is mighty!

Meng Xiwen gradually retracted his gaze, Meng Xipan has been taken by his eldest brother in the past few days, and today is not bad, running next to Chen Zhang, but also following at the end of the first queue. Ranko had the help of the iron pillar and ran more easily than her.

It's just that I didn't expect that Meng Xiwen looked up at Fang Zhi'er in front of her, she was still delicate and weak that day, and she couldn't move things, but today she ran fast, but Tu Xiaoqin ran hard behind her.

said that it was two laps, and it was really fast, and with the whip of Senior Sister Fu Qiang, it was even faster.

At the time of the hour, a group of people were already practicing the light body exercises in Qingwu Courtyard. Meng Xiwen followed the gesture a few times, and recognized that it was her mother who was outside, taking her and her father to move their bodies together every day.

In addition to always saying that she wanted to go to Qingyuan, her mother never mentioned anything about Qingyuan. Thinking of Xuantong's words that day, Meng Xiwen became more and more curious about what happened to his mother back then. Do you want to go to Xuantong Zhenren one day and ask?

Fu Qiang walked among the new students, correcting everyone's movements, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a heroic little girl in the crowd who was distracted.

Fu Qiang frowned and walked over, and found that although the little girl's eyes were dull, her movements were standard and correct. Fu Qiang looked at it carefully, thought about it and walked away. Maybe the little girl, just, has a problem with her eyes?

I had just finished the morning class, and it was only a quarter of an hour away from Chenzheng, which was supposed to be breakfast time, but the freshmen all went back to the room directly like Meng Xiwen, took the textbooks prepared last night and ran directly towards the chaotic hall on the top of Lingyun Peak.

The first class of the morning is just beginning.

It is also a math class taught by the Great Immortal Master himself.

The Great Immortal Master is elected every fifteen years, and it is produced among all the Qingyuan graduates in these years, representing the strongest combat power of the younger generation of the Qingyuan Immortal Academy, and will be in charge of the laws and disciplines in Qingyuan, which is the title that all Qingyuan people want to get when they enter the Immortal Academy.

The current Great Immortal Master, known as Xuan Wei Zhenren, stood out in the general election eleven years ago.

After only taking the class for a while, Meng Xiwen knew that this great immortal master didn't like her.

The Great Immortal Master's face was sickly pale, and his eyebrows were extremely low, so that his eyes looked cold and he couldn't feel a trace of temperature.

Before the class, Xuan Yizhen knocked on the rope placed in front of the lectern, and the jade cards on everyone's bodies flashed together, and Meng Xiwen saw that the blackboard in front of the stage showed the attendance of the class.

"Deduct one point. The mysterious real person no longer looked at the list of absences and started the course directly.

"You come here, I will teach you the most exquisite art in the world", Xuan Wei Zhenren's voice sounded cold, Meng Xiwen felt extremely uncomfortable, like a snake crawling on his body, Meng Xiwen couldn't help shaking his hand.

"I know, many of you are wondering, why don't you teach cultivation in the first place? It's a reckless man who can only use punches and kicks to hit around, and a fool who can only use spells to push around.

I don't expect you to understand the beauty of mathematics, to think of a complex world condensed into a simple formula, the unknown to give known answers, and the laws to give the world order......

The written numbers are symmetrical at both ends of the equal sign, the images of all things are folded in the mirror, and life is eternal in repetition......

Just think about it, it's overwhelming, and your blood is boiling!

I will teach you all this, as long as you are not blinded by stupidity. ”

Meng Xiwen and Meng Xipan exchanged glances.

Chen Zhang, who was next to him, heard these words, his face was expressionless, his eyes seemed to be lit with flames, and his body couldn't help but sit upright.

Fang Zhi'er on the other side straightened her body even more, as if she would not be blinded by stupidity.

"Meng Xiwen!" Hearing the cold voice call the name, Meng Xiwen quickly stood up.

"Tell me, what is geometry?"

Geometry is known, but who can tell what geometry is?

Meng Xiwen looked at Meng Xipan, also with a blank face, Chen Zhang's eyes next to him were disdainful, and Fang Zhi'er raised her hand high, with undisguised ridicule on her face.

Meng Xi's face turned red when he heard this, and he tried his best not to look at the others.

Seeing this, the mysterious real person sneered, "Didn't you prepare for class?"

Of course, I previewed, but I can't memorize all the definitions in such a thick book.

Meng Xiwen replied with a little muttering. "Geometry, that is, geometry. ”

"Well, there is a wall ten feet thick, and two rats are piercing. Rats are one foot a day, and mice are also one foot a day. Rats are doubled daily, and mice are doubled daily. Q: When will we meet?"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhi'er's hand was already raised high, and she almost stood up.

Meng Xiwen heard that the tips of his ears were about to burn, pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head, didn't look at others, only held the pen on the table, and wrote and drew on the paper.